December 29th 2007 Sydney, Australia - Acer Arena One of the TFWF PPV events, Ice Storm always heats up the winter nights.

[FLASHBACK: THE DRAMATIC EVENTS OF AUTUMN ANNIHILATION ARE SHOWN. HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE THE ENFORCER JOEY LUPINO BECOMING THE BRAND NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, WITH THOUSANDS OF FANS CHANTING HIS NAME. THE HIGHLIGHTS ALSO SHOW HOW WE HAVE GOT TO THIS POINT AND THE 5 SUPERSTARS WHO WILL CHALLENGE LUPIONO FOR VARIOUS REASONS FOR THE WORLD TITLE IN A LADDER MATCH.] *'PAIN BECOMES ME' - POISION BLACK PLAYS* (THE CROWD IN SYDNEY IS ECSTATIC AS THE MONUMENTAL CHEERS ECHO THROUGH THE AREA. SOME OF THE SIGNS IN ATTENDANCE READ 'MAKE IT 6 TIGER', 'JOEY FOR PRIMEMINISTER', 'ILLUMINATI SUCK', 'PECT AND STREET WE LOVE TO HATE YOU' AND 'EATON GORE DOESN'T LIKE KANGAROO BURGERS', FINALLY THE SPINNING CAMERA CAPTURING ALL OF THIS ACTION STOPS ON SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES SITTING AT RINGSIDE.) SC: The swan song to 2007…WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE ACER ARENA IN SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA WHERE TONIGHT 6 MEN WILL DO BATTLE IN A LADDER MATCH FOR THE UNDISPUTED TITLE. Snoop, Ian Monks doing no favours in this one for Joey Lupino. SJ: His first title defence would be monumental after he cheated his way to victory to win the belt anyways. Tonight he faces a couple of unknown quantities as well…Number 23 the genetically created monster and The Reverend James Onlee. SC: Let's not forget a couple of familiar foes as well, the 2007 King of the Deathmatches Sebastian Cross, the former World Champion Hardcore Legend and a man looking to equal history tonight Tiger Young. SJ: No need to get sentimental Scoop, tonight is about Hardcore Legend taking back rightfully what is his, The World Championship, 2008 is going to be a heck of a year for the T.F.W.F. and Hardcore Legend needs to be heading the charge… SC: Speaking of titles, the recently resurrected DWIWF North American title is on the line next in an over the top rope battle royal…some new faces trying to make a name for themselves… SJ: A prestigious title Scoop and 5 hungry young guys who want it that bad… SC: Let's go to Jaycee Hall… DWIWF North American Championship Battle Royal SurReal vs Jose Ramon vs Randall Dylan vs Epsilon vs 'Killa' Jay Combs [FLASHBACK: WE SEE FOOTAGE OF EPSILON AND RANDAL DYLAN AS A TAG TEAM AND THEN THEIR SUBSEQUENT BREAK UP. THE WORDS 'TWO MONSTERS UNLEASHED' ARE SHOWN AT THIS TIME. WE THEN SEE FOOTAGE OF THE DEBUTS OF COMBS, SURREAL AND RAMON AS THE WORDS 'THREE NEW COMERS LOOKING TO BREAK INTO THE BIG TIME' RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO THE VARIOUS IN-RING CONFRONTATION'S BETWEEN ALL THE MEN INVOLVED IN THE MATCH. HIGHLIGHTS OF THE IOP BEING INJURED BY RAMON AND DYLAN ARE ALSO SHOWN. THE WORDS 'A CHAMPIONSHIP IS RESURRECTED' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE BELT. WE END WITH EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THE MATCH BRAWLING AS THE WORDS 'A BATTLE ROYAL WILL BE FOUGHT' RUN UP THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This contest is an over the top battle royal for the DWIWF North American Championship… (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'METALINGUS' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (HEEL HEAT. A SPINNING IRISH CROSS IS SEEN ON THE T.A.T. AS THE WORDS 'IRELANDS FINEST' ARE APPARENT. SURREAL WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND KISSES THE CROSS AROUND HIS NECK. HE WALKS TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards from Belfast, Ireland...weighing 275 pounds...SurReal!!! SC: Making a real impact in the ring at the moment the undefeated SurReal. SJ: Powerful individual as well Scoop, reminds me a lot of Troy Trinidad in his approach to the ring in that respect. Former wrestler of the T.F.W.F.. SC: How do you rate his chances tonight? SJ: Overall he is the most all around wrestler, provided he can allow the power guys to wear down we could see the North American title going to Belfast. JH: Introducing… *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...Jose Ramon!!! SC: Ramon the smallest man in this contest, but the way he took down the Icons of Primetime the fire in the belly of this arrogant individual cannot be mistaken. SJ: And many famous small guys have held this belt before in DWIWF, remember Mask and Crème de la Crème both held the title. SC: I prefer not to think of its first incarnation here in the T.F.W.F., or the fact Mask held it to be frank. JH: Introducing… *'HIT THE FLOOR' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (SMALL HEEL HEAT. T.A.T. FOOTAGE OF THE OVER THE TOP DESTRUCTION AND DEVASTATION WHICH EPSILON CAUSES IS SHOWN. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE EMMOTIONLESS AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A PURPOSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Casper, Wyoming…weighing 293 pounds…Epsilon!!! SC: The near 300 pounder Snoop hasn't had the greatest of times in the T.F.W.F. with a pretty poor Win/Loss record, but this title shot might be exactly what he needs to establish himself. SJ: This match could favour the big men, two of them at 275 pounds and then Dylan and Epsilon that much bigger. JH: Introducing… *'I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD' - MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (CROWD BOO. THE WORDS 'BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…Randall Dylan!!! SC: With his T.F.W.F. in ring experience factor, Dylan probably the bookies favourite to walk out the winner here tonight Snoop. SJ: But never say never…and look already Dylan right in the face of his greatest rival Epsilon, two men who just cannot work on the same page… JH: And finally… *'LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL' - SIXX AM PLAYS* (DECENT POP. 'KILLING IN THE NAME OFF' FLIES ACROSS THE T.A.T.. COMBS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING SLAPPING HANDS WITH THE FANS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Lexington, Kentucky...weighing 275 pounds...'Killa' Jay Combs!!! SC: Without a doubt we know who the fans are behind tonight, the returning Combs who was knocked out after his first match due to injury. SJ: Lets see if he can do the same tonight… SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! The bell rings and the match is underway. All five men start with a big flurry hitting anything that moves with punches and kicks. Then suddenly, as if by magic. Epsilon becomes the target, like the other competitors realise his size advantage and look to bring him down. Ramon and Dylan lead the assault, they beat him with everything, they whip Epsilon off the ropes and he retorts by nailing both men with a double clothesline. SurReal and Combs make their way forward. SurReal leads the attack as Combs still looks a little wary of his recent injury troubles. The attempted beatdown on Epsilon continues until the big man has enough and eventually he just pushes the other two men back. He gets back to his feet and looks like he wants to end this early, he picks up Combs in a Running Powerslam position, he begins to move towards the ropes but Killa manages to wriggle free and nails Epsilon with a low blow to keep him down for a while. Combs turns round and is met with a DDT from Jose Ramon. As Jose stands back up he is nailed with a Back Body drop by Randall Dylan who in turn gets planted by a Facebuster from SurReal, who is left standing in the ring. SC: Nicely paced opening to the match Snoop, and already each man has had a piece of the action. Remember, no pinfalls or submissions in this one. You only win the belt, after you have managed to throw every opponent over the top rope. SJ: Let's be honest, can any of these doofuses actually pick up Epsilon? Really? Back in the ring as Epsilon staggers back to his feet still holding the crown jewels. SurReal sees an opportunity, he runs across and throws all his 271 Irish pounds into a shoulder barge and Epsilon staggers to the ropes, teetering as he just stops himself going over, SurReal comes back again and goes for a clothesline this time by Epsilon gives him a face full of boot and as the Irishman collapses out of nowhere flies Jose Ramon who attempts a cross body on the Big man. But Epsilon catches the little guy and literally hurls him with a Fallaway slam. As Ramon flies over the ropes he somehow manages to get hold of the top rope and keep his feet from touching the mat. As he regains his balance he springboards off the top rope and looks to hit Epsilon with some type of standing senton splash, but Epsilon catches him and drops him with a sitout powerbomb. Elsewhere in the ring, Randall Dylan and Jay Combs are having a good old fashioned slug fest, both men are giving as good as they get until Epsilon walks over and the focus is once again on the big man in the match. Dylan and Combs suddenly forget their war of a moment ago and team up on Epsilon. Piling into him. They whip him off the ropes and a Double shoulder charge, followed by a double elbow drop sees Epsilon down and the two men start their own fight once again. SC: And a few minutes into this one and still no eliminations yet Snoop. What do you make of the opening of this match? SJ: It's hard to tell at the moment who will come out on top. Each man is getting a share of offence, however Ramon's size might let him down in the end if you ask me… SC: He is the smallest man in the match by quite some way, but there is every chance he will come away with the title as everyone else. Dylan and Combs are moving closer to the edge of the ring now and each man is starting to try and force his opponent over the top rope. However each time they attempt something they leave the opponent open to a counter attack. SurReal comes in and joins the attempted elimination party against Dylan who is doing his best to fight out. He somehow manages to get away and staggers backwards. Only to be stopped by the rather large frame of Epsilon. Dylan slowly turns round and sees the largest man in the match staring right back at him, the man he left behind at AA8. Epsilon smiles as Dylans face suddenly turns quite white. Epsilon launches a flurry of punches towards Randall who is helpless to stop them. Slowly they edge towards the outside of the ring, as Dylan comes back off the ropes in a last ditch move he grabs Epsilon and just headbutts the big man on the nose. Epsilon staggers backwards as Dylan has the audacity to mouth off at him. That is, until Randall turns round and is met by a dropkick from Jose Ramon which sends him sprawling, he manages to save himself. But Ramon flies forward in an attempt to send Dylan off the side of the ring and out of the match. But Randall counters with a shoulder charge and lets himself back into the ring, Combs and SurReal are fighting in a corner with Combs having the advantage, as SurReal slumps down towards the mat, Killa starts with the kicks. Stomping away on SurReal. Once he feels satisfied SurReal won't be standing for a while, Jay turns round and gets nailed with a Jose Ramon enziguri. He drops to his knees before collapsing to the mat and holding his head. Ramon looks quite pleased with himself until he is hoisted in the air and hit with an Atomic drop from Dylan. SC: It seems the tide could turn any minute now...WAIT FROM NOWHERE SURREAL JUST LEVELLED KILLAJAY WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!! SJ: Ha ha ha ha ELIMINATED: 'Killa' Jay Combs SurReal grabs Jose Ramon and belly to belly suplexes him across the ring as he crashes into the ring post. Dylan throws a series of right and lefts into Epsilon over and over he is about to land a mass clothesline when Epsilon ducks and throws him over the top rope, but Dylan holds on at the last minute. Epsilon turns around and takes a drop kick from SurReal also sending him over the edge. SC: EPSILON AND DYLAN HANGING ON THE EDGE! SURREAL TRYING TO WRESTLE THEM OFF!!!! SJ: RAMON IS UP!!! Ramon charges in and hits a drop kick onto SurReal, He goes over and now Ramon tries to push the three to the floor. SC: Pandemonium here with Ramon on the advantage...enzugri! EPSILON IS GONE!!! SJ: NOOOOOOOOO! ELIMINATED: EPSILON Ramon eliminates Epsilon and then goes to try and pull SurReal off, Dylan is also fighting with them as well. All three men go tumbling down at seemingly the same time! SC: All three men have gone...whats the decision. SJ: We need to use the instant replay... SC: Well Ramon definetely hit the floor first, but its too close to call between Dylan and SurReal from this vantage point...Jaycee Hall has the official decision... ELIMINATED: JOSE RAMON JH: Ladies and gentlemen...the winner of the Battle Royal and the NEW DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION...RANDALL DYLAN!!! SC: SurReal is livid and I tell you it was a whisker away from being either man's belt, but Dylan seems to have won it. SJ: I don't think the controversy shall end here... ELIMINATED: SurReal Winner, and NEW DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION: Randall Dylan Dylan holds the belt up high as he backs up the ramp. SurReal and Ramon look very pissed as it could have gone either way. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO IAN MONKS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN, THE CROWD HEAT IN THE ARENA IS ECHOING INTO THE BACKSTAGE AREA.) MM: Ladies and gentlemen...Mr. Monks... IM: Thank you Mahoney... MM: Sir, tonight Illuminati make their first joint PPV apperance and a chance for gold to cross their palms very quickly... IM: I am confident by the end of tonight...we will have a brand new Intercontinental Champion and brand new T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions and to top it off The Man of Tomorrow is going to wipe the floor with Jonnah Street. MM: Very confident words Mr. Monks. IM: You don't get opportunities a lot in life to see a group like Illuminati...a group which has dominated professional wrestling for sometime...and tonight the world will see why you don't mess with Ian Monks...or his Army... (MONKS CHUCKLES TO HIMSELF AS THE BOOS RING OUT IN SYDNEY. THE BOSS WALKS OFF.) (ACTION GOES BACK TOWARDS RANDALL DYLAN STANDING WITH DAWSON AND HIS NEWLY WON DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN TITLE.) KD: I am standing here with Randall Dylan the brand new DWIWF North American Champion...Randall your first ever gold here in the T.F.W.F. in the form of the resurfaced belt... (ALL OF A SUDDEN SURREAL AND RAMON JUMP IN BEFORE DYLAN CAN SPEAK AND A THREE WAY BEAT DOWN COMMENCES. KURT DAWSON MOVES AROUND AS THE CAMERA PICKS UP A WINNER AND TWO SORE LOSERS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Proof in the pudding there when you become a Champion you automatically get a massive X on your back… SJ: What's Xander Hayes' jacket got to do with this? SC: (sigh) Nevermind…up next folks a man who seems set on a mission to bring his "children" up in a world which he sees fit…and another chance to have a look at the RKW World Champion…vying for T.F.W.F. success once more… T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Dorian Wong (c) w/ Jack and Jill vs Kirsta Lewis [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH FOOTAGE OF DORIAN WONG WINNING THE EUROPEAN TITLE AT AA8. THE FOOTAGE IS VERY DARK AND SCARY IN TONE AS WE SEE SOME OF WONG'S ANTICS IN THE RUN UP TO THAT MATCH. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO KIRSTA LEWIS MAKING HER RETURN TO THE TFWF AT AA8. THE WORDS 'ONE MADE A RETURN, THE OTHER HAS SOLIDIFIED THEIR POSITION' ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE THEN SEE WONG AND LEWIS'S CONFRONTATION FROM MAYHEM AND WONG'S ATTACK ON LEWIS WITH THE EUROPEAN TITLE BELT. WE SEE HIM TALKING ABOUT KIRSTA BECOMING THE 'MOTHER' TO JACK AND JILL. THE WORDS 'A TWISTED FAMILY PROPOSAL' ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE ARE THEN SHOWN LEWIS IN ACTION IN THE RING, BATTLING WITH WONG. WE SEE THEM BOTH HITTING BIG HIGH FLYING MOVES AND DISPLAYING THEIR OWN IN RING STYLE. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH WONG LICKING LEWIS'S FACE AS SHE LAY UNCONSCIOUS AS THE WORDS 'THE RETURNING SUPERSTAR FACES HER MOST DEMENTED OPPONENT' RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship… *'THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED' - CREATURE FEATURE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEEL HEAT. DORIAN WONG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A REVOLVING MANICAL GRIN IN HIS T.A.T. IMAGE AS HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A DISTURBING GRIN OF HIS OWN. JACK AND JILL CARTWHEEL NEAR HIM EITHER SIDE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Jack and Jill...from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion…Dorian Wong!!! SC: We saw some sick and disturbed images last week where Dorian Wong and his "kids" see Kirsta Lewis as some sort of potential mother figure to their family. SJ: With two fine kids destined to be attending Harvard and a man like Wong carving the turkey at Christmas, I don't see what her problem is. SC: You have to be kidding me… JH: And his opponent… *'ANIMAL' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (BIG CROWD REACTION.A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: Former 8 month reign as the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion and the current RKW World Champion, if a little birdie tells me correctly, she is also in line to defend that RKW Title against Tyler Boyd at some stage. SJ: So she is going to get her ass handed to her by Dorian and then the only thing she has is going to be taken by Boyd…man oh man…stay in the kitchen sister, your bra burning days are OVER! SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! The match starts out with a stare down. Kirsta staring daggers at Wong, Wong gazing at Kirsta. Jack staring adoringly at Kirsta and Jill glancing at Jack with consternation. Wong walks up to Kirsta and drops down to one knee. Kirsta steps back. Wong looks up at Kirsta. This of course leads to Kirsta slapping Wong as hard as she can. Wong rubs his cheek then looks up at Kirsta. A wicked smile forms on his face. Kirsta slaps Wong once more. Wong reacts the same way. Kirsta goes to slap Wong a third time, however Wong grabs her wrist. Wong raises up to his feet. He goes to plant a big wet, sloppy kiss on Kirsta. Kirsta, knees him in the groin. Kirsta then runs to the ropes and dropkicks Wong. Kirsta glances outside the ring. Jack waves at her and yells out "Hi Mom!" This distracts Kirsta for a few seconds. Just enough time for Wong to get back to his feet and club her from behind. Kirsta stumbles towards the corner. Wong grabs her head and smashes it into the turnbuckle a few times. He then sets Kirsta up on the Turnbuckle. Wong climbs up after her. He goes to Superplex Kirsta, but she elbows him a few times, then pushes him off. Wong thuds to the mat. Kirsta points out to the fans, then jumps off hitting a huge splash on Wong. SC: Kirsta Lewis toughing it out against the more powerful Wong. SJ: Change the "O" in Wong to an "A" and you'll have their honeymoon night! SC: ..... SJ: Oh yeah, I'm on fire! Kirsta goes to cover Wang.. I mean Wong. However Wong kicks out at two. Jack begins to slap the mat, chanting "Let's go Mommy!" much to the disgust of Jill. Wong surges to his feet, and kicks Kirsta hard in the gut. He then body slams her. This is followed up by a huge elbow across the head. Wong gets down, face to face with Kirsta. He runs his fingers over her lips before slapping her in the face a few times. Wong then picks Kirsta up and whips her into the turnbuckle. Wong follows this up with a splash into the corner. Kirsta goes down. Jill jumps and claps her hands. Jack glares at her. Wong once more picks up Kirsta. He gets her in position for a body slam, however Kirsta slides out and hits a backstabber on Wong. Kirsta follows this up by bouncing off the ropes and hitting a leg drop on him. Kirsta heads to the ropes, ready to hit another high flying move, however Jill climbs up on the apron to distract her. Jack however, pulls Jill down. Jack and Jill glare at each other. This all distracts Kirsta long enough for Wong to get back to his feet and charge at her. He sanwiches Kirsta between himself and the turnbuckle. Then grabs Kirsta and hits a reverse DDT on her. Jack once more begins to hit the mat yelling out "Let's go Mommy! Let's go Mommy!". Jill, looks at him in disgust. SJ: Looks like Kirsta's going to have to send Jill to "time out". Ungratefull brat. SC: Will you stop. SJ: No. Dorian Wong picks Kirsta up and goes to Samoan Drop her, but once more Kirsta slides out. This time she chop blocks Wongs knees out from under him. This brings Jill up on the apron to yell at Kirsta. Jack climbs up to defend his "Mom". As Jack and Jill are arguing with each other, Kirsta runs over and slams their heads together. They both collapse in a heap on the ground at ringside. While Kirsta is yelling down at Jack and Jill, Wong sneaks up behind her and rolls her up. The ref makes a count; One, Two, Kirsta kicks out. Wong and Kirsta square off once more. Wong throws Kirsta to the ropes, Jill reaches out and grabs Kirsta's foot. Kirsta trips, Wong knees her in the face. Wong covers Kirsta once more. One, Two, Three. Dorian Wong pins Kirsta Lewis to retain his Title. The camera pans in on Jack, who has a single tear running down his cheek. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Dorian Wong (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO JAMES ONLEE STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Tonight The Reverend James Onlee competes for the first time for the World title...Reverend any comments on this historic match in your career... JO: It is fitting that as we end 07' and look forward to the future, that the future leader of the wrestling business and prophet of the world, James Onlee...is destined to be crowned with the World Championship... (MAHONEY TURNS AROUND AND DR. MILES MILLS AND NUMBER 23 WALK IN. 23 BREATCHES HEAVILY AS ONLEE LOOKS HIM RIGHT IN WHAT EVERYONE ASSUMES IS HIS EYES.) DMM: 2008 is going to be the year your folky religion is surpassed by the true belief of the world Onlee...SCIENCE! Take a look at what science has created...7 foot...400 pounds...of monster with one goal...destruction... JO: I guess something will have to guide me through then Mills... DMM: And that is? JO: Faith... (ONLEE SMILES AND WALKS OFF AS NUMBER 23 BEGINS TO BELLOW, MAHONEY SCAMPERS OUT OF THERE.) (ACTION CHANGES TO A VIDEO PACKAGE HIGHLIGHTING THE NEWS THAT 'aMc' IS COMING TO THE T.F.W.F. PREPARE TO HAIL THEM...) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Is the pressure of the big night getting to Onlee and Number 23… SJ: James Onlee is a servant of God and Number 23 doesn't have any feelings…they don't do pressure… SC: I find that hard to believe, but I do pose you this question, what happens if 23 or Onlee wins tonight…how will Ian Monks' associates deal with that one, because correct me if I am wrong…Hardcore Legend doesn't seem to be flavour of the month at the moment. SJ: Why are you always trying to stir up trouble for Mr. Monks…you're a real ass you know that… T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match Eaton Gore (c) vs Xander Hayes [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH FOOTAGE OF EATON GORE IN ACTION AT AA8 AND WINNING THE TFWF LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE. AS THIS FOOTAGE PLAYS THE WORDS 'A NEW CHAMPION CUT FROM A VERY DIFFERENT MOULD' SCROLL ACROSS THE SCREEN. WE THEN CUT TO FOOTAGE OF XANDER HAYES IN HIS DEBUT MATCH AND SOME HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS OPENING PROMOS. THE WORDS 'A NEW COMER ON THE EDGE OF SANITY' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE HAYES TALKING TO 'TEDDY' AND ACTING VERY STRANGE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO GORE BEING BUSTED OPEN BY HAYES WITH A BELT SHOT TO THE HEAD. WE SEE HAYES RUBBING GORE'S BLOOD ON HIS CHEST AND LAUGHING LIKE A WILD MAN. THE FOOTAGE CUTS TO GORE HITTING HIS BIG MOVES AND HAYES DOING THE SAME. THE WORDS 'TWO VERY DIFFERENT FREAKS WILL DO BATTLE FOR LHW GOLD' ARE SHOWN AS HIGHLIGHTS OF BOTH GORE AND HAYES PERFORMING TOP ROPE MOVES ARE SHOWN. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH HAYES HOLDING THE LHW TITLE WHILE STANDING OVER THE BLOODY GORE.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship… (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'DANCE OF THE CRAZY PILL' - X PLAYS* (BIG HEEL HEAT. XANDER HAYES WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES AN 'X' SIGN. "TEDDY" IS IN HOT PURSUIT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Teddy...weighing 210 pounds...Xander Hayes!!! SJ: Scoop move!!!! I can't see Teddy… SC: (ignoring Snoop) Well folks, a man who made his legacy in CWA now brings it to the T.F.W.F. to see if he can go toe to toe with the reigning lhw champion… SJ: Gore isn't a Light-Heavyweight he is just a moron with a fork and a belt…this right here is the future of this division. JH: And his opponent… *'SUGAR SUGAR' - THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. EATON GORE IS WHEELED OUT ON A WHEELCHAIR BY A COUPLE OF THUGS IN WHITE. HE IS WEARING A STRAIGHT JACKET AND MUZZLE AND IS STRAPPED TO A WHEEL CHAIR. THEY WHEEL HIM DOWN THE RAMP WHILE HE ROCKS HIS HEAD IN RYTHMN TO HIS THEME. WE CAN SEE A SMILE VAGUELY THROUGH HIS MUZZLE. SEEMS 'SUGAR SUGAR' BRINGS UP HAPPY THOUGHTS FOR HIM. THEY WHEEL HIM TO THE END OF THE RAMP AND THE THEME STOPS... SO DOES THE SMILE AND HAPPY THOUGHTS. HIS EYES FOCUS IN THE RING AND HE LICKS HIS LIPS LIKE A WOLF SPOTTING A WOUNDED ANTELOPE. ONE MAN IN WHITE TAKES A FEW STEPS BACK AND DRAWS A PISTOL. STANDING IN STANCE AS TO ORDER TO SHOOT HIM IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG. THE OTHER LOOSENS THE STRAPS. HE THEN GOES FOR THE MUZZLE WHICH HE DOES SLOWLY AND CAUTIOUSLY LIKE AS IF DISARMING A DELICATE TIME BOMB. ONCE IT'S OFF... HE HIGH TAILS IT. THE GUNMAN DOES THE SAME BUT NOT KEEPING HIS EYE OFF EATON AND HIS GUN DRAWN UNTIL HE'S A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY. EATON THEN JUMPS OUT OF HIS CHAIR KNOCKING IT DOWN AND SLIDES INTO THE RING...) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hannibal, Missouri…weighing 162 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion…Eaton Gore!!! SC: Gore of course back in restraints for entering Australia…man oh man I heard T.F.W.F. had a heck of a lot of trouble getting him into the country. SJ: They should have left him at home then shouldn't they! This man is a disgrace to the Light-Heavyweight Championship, Hayes is going to show him tonight what it means to be a Champion. The bell rings and both men lock up. Hayes gets control with a a hammerlock which Gore reverses into an arm drag, Hayes rolls with the arm drag and gets to his feet and as Gore goes towards him, Hayes gets him in a hip toss. Gore gets to his feet and then he is arm dragged by Hayes. Gore gets to his feet after a few seconds and then squares off just as Hayes does and the crowd gets to their feet applauding both men. They lock up again and Hayes once again gets control and he whips Gore into the ropes, Hayes ducks down for a back body drop, but Gore leap frogs over him. Gore rebounds off the opposite ropes, Hayes turns around as Gore baseball slides inbetween Haye's spread legs. Gore gets to his feet and he rolls up Hayes. The referee counts 1.. Hayes kicks out as the crowd boos. Both men get to their feet and go towards each other as Hayes takes down Gore with a hard clothesline. He then kicks him in the ribs and raises him back up. He hooks his neck with his arm and gives him a snap suplex, in one fluid motion he pins Gore as the referee counts 1...2.. Gore kicks out. Hayes gets to his feet and the same time raising up Gore and he whips him hard into the corner. At the same time he runs perpendicular to Gore, who bounces off the corner and Hayes rebounds off the ropes and takes down Gore with a face crusher from behind. SJ: These guys scare the beejezzes out of me SC: Yeah well you scare me. Hayes raises up Gore and gets behind him. He puts his arms around Gore and goes for a German Suplex, but Gore blocks it by putting as much weight as he can on his feet. He breaks free from Hayes' hold and turns around and he whips Hayes into the ropes. As Hayes rebounds Gore jumps and puts his feet on Hayes' shoulders and goes for a hurrancanrana but Hayes reverses it into a powerbomb, he pins Gore in the powerbomb position and the referee counts 1...2... Gore pushes Hayes off with the strength in his legs. Hayes is pushed back as Gore gets to his feet. Hayes gets his composure and he runs towards Gore who ducks down and pulls the top rope at the same time as Hayes spills to the outside. Gore then walks around the ring as he tries to get his bearings. The referee goes towards the edge of the ring and goes to tell Hayes to get back into the ring. Hayes gets to his feet as Gore rebounds off the ropes and he jumps on the referees back, he turns around and hits a moonsault over the top rope onto Hayes as the crowd goes crazy. SC: Eaton Gore has no regard for his anyone's body! SJ: Thank god no one cares about either mans body Gore gets to his feet and he raises up Hayes and whips him into the security barricade. He then runs towards Hayes and goes for a splash but Hayes moves out of the way and goes chest hits the top of the barricade knocking the wind out of his body. Hayes then grabs Gore and throws him head first into the steel steps. Gore is knocked out in front of the steel steps. His head pressed against the steps. Hayes sizes this up and then kicks Gore's face into the steel steps as the crowd boos. Hayes grabs Gore's limp body and rolls him into the ring. Hayes slides in and he pins Gore as the referee counts 1....2... Gore places his foot on the bottom rope as the referee is about to strike the mat a 3rd time he notices the leg and he breaks up the count. Hayes argues with the referee that it was a 3 count. As Gore gets to his feet behind him. Hayes turns around as Gore gives him an uppercut and then kicks him in the gut. He hooks Hayes head and hits a DDT. Gore then climbs the top rope. He points to the crowd as they cheer and goes for a guillotine leg drop as Hayes rolls out of the way. Gore is still in the sit down position as Hayes gets to his feet and then drop kicks the face of Gore. Gore rolls to the apron to avoid a pinfall. He gets to his feet as Hayes grabs his head and goes to pull him over the top rope. Gore elbows him in the gut. Gore summersaults over the top rope, over Hayes and hits a sunset flip into a pin. The referee counts 1...2... Hayes kicks Gore's head with both his legs to break up the count. Hayes and goes get to the their feet and they lock up as the crowd is now intensified. Gore gets quick control with a headlock. He runs towards the corner still holding Hayes by the neck. He climbs up the top rope and he jumps off and as he is about to land Hayes pushes him off. Gore lands in a sit down position and Hayes kicks him in the spine. SC: This match is going back and forth! Both these men truly wanna walk out of here the Champion! SJ: No Duh! That's why they are here you idiot. Sometimes I wonder what requisite you need to be a play by play man Scoop. SJ: Apparently more than for a color man! Hayes raises up Gore and whips him into the ropes and gets him in a powerslam on the return. The referee counts 1...2... Gore kicks out. Hayes pins him again the referee counts again 1... Gore kicks out again. Hayes raises up Gore and whips him towards the corner. He runs towards the corner with a clothesline but Gore moves out of the way. Hayes chest hits the top post and he is pushed back by the force. Gore then drop kicks Hayes from behind once again knocking Hayes chest first into the corner. He turns Hayes around, Gore climbs on the ropes and he monkey flips Hayes out of the corner. Gore climbs to the top rope and he flies off with a frog splash onto Hayes. He pins him and the referee counts 1...2.. Hayes kicks out. Gore raises Hayes and whips him towards the ropes and gets him in a Hurrancan rana into a pinfall. The referee counts 1....2.. Hayes uses his leg strength to push Gore down itno a sit down pinfall. The referee counts 1...2.. Gore kicks out and quickly grabs Hayes's legs and puts him in a powerbomb like pinfall. The referee counts 1...2... Hayes pushes Gore off. The crowd gets on their feet applauding the pinfall exchange. Gore and Hayes are on their feet and they both go towards each other with a clothesline and they take each other down. The referee starts to count 1...2...3...4...5...6....7...they begin to stir...8....Gore gets to his feet as the crowd begins to cheer..9...Hayes gets to his as the referee stops the count SC: We where so close to both these men being counted out! SJ: Hey I paid 5 dollars for this freak show so it better not end that quickly. They go for a lock up but Hayes kicks Gore in the gut and he gets him in a DDT. He pins him the referee counts 1....2.. Gore kicks out. Hayes raises up Gore and whips into the ropes, Hayes ducks down and gets Gore in a back body drop. He turns around and stomps Gore in the face. He raises him up and whips him towards the rope again, this time Gore leap frogs over Hayes, he slides under the opposite ropes and onto the apron. He jumps on the top rope as Hayes turns around and Gore hits a corckscrew moonsault from the top rope. He pins Hayes as the referee counts 1....2... Hayes kicks out. Gore raises up Hayes and throws him towards the ropes and then clotheslines him to the outside. As Hayes wanders dazed around the ring, Gore notices Teddy and goes towards him he goes under the ring and pulls out a bat. He raises it up over Teddy but just as he is about to hit him Xander pulls out Teddy and then kicks Gore in the leg forcing him to drop the bat and drop to his knees! SJ: Great now that weird headless bear is in play! Hayes grabs the bat as the referee pokes his head through the ropes, Hayes raises the bat accidentally hitting the ref in the face and taking him out. Hayes misses with the bat shot to Gore and Gore then elbows Hayes in the gut and they begin to brawl up the ramp towards the stage as the crowd is cheering. Gore runs towards Hayes who ducks a clothesline. Gore turns around and Hayes kicks him in the gut and hits him with a powerbomb on the stage as the crowd cringes. Hayes goes to raises up Gore but thinks twice...Hayes looks up at the T.A.T. As the crowd follows his eyes and he begins to climb the side of the T.A.T. And gets to the top. He looks at Gore beneath him and he flies off with a splash but Gore rolls out the way at the last second. Hayes body crashes with the steel ramp as the crowd goes crazy they chant "TFWF TFWF TFWF". SC: Hayes has just killed himself!! SJ: Well one less freak is not that bad! Gore raises up Hayes and takes him back towards the ring. He slides him into the ring and slides himself. He pulls out the fork from his boot and he raises up Xander and hits the 'Fork You". He pins him and the referee wakes up, he slowly counts 1....2.....3. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Eaton Gore (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE A CRIPPLED LOOKING XANDER HAYES IS WHEELED OUT OF THE ARENA. KIRSTA LEWIS IS SAT DOWN MULLING OVER COMING SO DAMN CLOSE TO ADDING THE EUROPEAN TITLE TO HER LIST OF WRESTLING ACHIEVEMENTS. SHE HAS THE RKW WORLD TITLE SLUNG OVER HER SHOULDER. EATON GORE WALKS IN.) EG: Hey friend... (KIRSTA LOOKS UP.) KL: Hey Eaton... EG: You looked troubled...fancy some meat? (GORE HOLDS UP EXCALIBUR WITH SOME MEAT ON IT.) KL: Not troubled...just a little disappointed, so close to becoming the European Champion. It sucks...being a woman in this federation sometimes you feel every night your making a statement for women wrestlers everywhere. EG: I know what you mean...I think Hannibal Lectur and me do the same thing... KL: You see that LHW title you got...that use to be mine for 8 months... EG: Wow, do you want it back... (GORE TRIES TO HAND HER THE BELT, KIRSTA LOOKS AT HIM PERPLEXED.) KL: There is only one way I am getting that back Eaton...see you Monday... (SHE SLAPS GORE ON THE BACK AND WALKS OFF. GORE CONTINUES CHOMPING ON EXCALIBUR.) (BACKSTAGE ILLUMINATI ARE IN THE 'EXECUTIVE LOCKER ROOM' ENJOYING WOMEN, DRINKS AND SOME NICE FOOD AND TALKING ABOUT TIMES PAST WHEN FALLEN ANGEL WALKS IN. THE GROUP CEASES TALKING.) FA: I just came in here to wish you guys luck for tonight... (KELLY CHOKES ON A PIT OF PINEAPPLE AND CHEESE ON A STICK AND LAUGHS.) SK: Luck...we don't need luck man...do you know who we are? MN: It says Illuminati on the door on the outside Angel...just remember thats who we are... JP: And heck, you have already seen what we stand for...I mean the asskickings we have handed out since we got here... (ANGEL PAUSES FOR A MOMENT AND THEN LAUGHS LOUDLY.) FA: You guys crack me up...this isn't some sort of game this is the T.F.W.F.. The biggest wrestling organisation on the planet. You might be good, damn good, but don't you forget there is an entire locker room looking to get themselves some leather couches and champagne on tap...and they are all outside that door. TB: What are you trying to say man... (TROUBLE SEEMS TO BE BREWING. ANGEL SMILES ONCE MORE AND PICKS UP A SHRIMP OFF THE TRAY AND GULPS IT DOWN.) FA: I am saying...welcome to the Career Killer's Workshop boys...turn your plasma on tonight and see how it's done... (ANGEL LAUGHS A LITTLE MORE BEFORE WALKING OUT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I am telling to the attitude that Illuminati have brought to the T.F.W.F. has not settled well with Ian Monks' associates…I think Fallen Angel was about two seconds away from knocking one of them out! SJ: Look, you keep flogging this dead horse Scoop…there isn't an issue, Fallen Angel has got one agenda tonight destroying Mike Mitchell. SC: And if he doesn't do it…I wonder whether Illuminati will allow him to hear the end of it. T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship 'Tremere's Bag of Tricks' Match Tremere (c) vs The Peacemaker vs Torch vs APB vs Phenom vs Aaron Roberts [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH THE WORDS 'MANY FORMER GREATS RETURN HOME' AS WE SEE FOOTAGE OF TORCH, PEACEMAKER AND AARON ROBERTS ALL MAKING THEIR RETURNS TO TFWF ACTION. WE SEE THEIR VARIOUS RETURNS AND THE IMPACT THEY MADE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO A MORE DARK AND DISTURBING STYLE AS THE WORDS 'HE BROKE FREE AND HAS RETURNED TO HIS HARDCORE ROOTS' SCROLL ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE SEE TREMERE BREAKING UP THE HOUR OF POWER AND THE MOST VIOLENT MOMENTS FROM HIS FEUD AND 'I REPENT' MATCH WITH JAMES ONLEE ARE SHOWN. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO SHOW APB'S RECENT HEEL TURN AND HIS PROBLEMS WITH PHENOM. WE SEE TORCH AND ROBERTS BRAWLING WITH PEACEMAKER AND APB. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO TREMERE LAYING DOWN THE CHALLENGE FOR THE HARDCORE TITLE MATCH AT ICE STORM. THE WORDS 'WHAT TRICKS LAY IN STORE FOR THE CHALLENGERS?' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE TREMERE GOING INTO HIS BAG OF TRICKS AND REMOVING VARIOUS WEAPONS. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH ALL SIX MEN HITTING THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES ACCOMPANIED BY THE WORDS 'IN DEEPEST WINTER THE BLOOD WILL FLOW AS TREMERE'S BAG OF TRICKS IS OPENED.'] JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Tremere's Bag of Tricks Match for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship… (CROWD POP FOR THE MATCH.) *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE WORDS 'HARDCORE ICON' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T. ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF HIS MOST BRUTAL MATCHES. TREMERE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY BOWED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 255 pounds…he is the reigning T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…Tremere!!! SC: AUSTRALIA FULLY SUPPORTIVE OF ONE OF THE PIONEERS OF THIS HARDCORE BUSINESS WHO TONIGHT PUTS IT ALL ON THE LINE IN HIS MATCH! SJ: Look at that…he hasn't just got a bag of tricks he has got a fricking sled fully he is having pulled to the ring!!! SC: Holy crap! This one is not going to be for the faint at heart… JH: Introducing… *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (DECENT HEEL HEAT.THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN AND AMANDA WALK ONTO THE STAGE. HE HAS HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND SHE KNEELS DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HER ARMS STRETCHED WIDE. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: And here is one of the biggest jerks in wrestling a man who doesn't care about whats right, just about himself! SJ: Since Amanda went into slut mode she became hot! MILF BABY!!! SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: Introducing… *'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD OVATION. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds… Phenom!!! SC: He's got Louis in his hand! He OH MY GOD HE JUST CRACKED BARTSCH IN THE RIBS WITH LOUIS!!!! SJ: The match hasn't even officially started!!! SC: NOTE TO FANS I DON'T THINK THERE ARE RULES IN THIS MATCH! Wasting no time, the livid Phenom raises his bat into the air and sends it crashing down in between Bartsch's shoulder blades. The rabid crowd roars in approval as APB goes to his knees and turns his head towards Phenom who's lining up for another shot. There's a potentially skull-cracking swing from Phenom to APB who just narrowly evades the shot and quickly rolls out of the ring towards Amanda. A chorus of boos from the audience annoys an aching APB who flips off the Australian contingent at large only to be ambushed by Tremere with a lead pipe! Several shots find their mark on APB's back and ribs, sending the veteran scurrying off towards his wife for some quick consoling. Not wanting Tremere to get all the glory, the big man Phenom runs towards the ropes and swings downward at the veteran Tremere who sidesteps the shot and answers back with a calculated swing of his pipe at Phenom's ankles. Phenom looks like he's about to fall from the stiff shot and catches himself on the ring ropes, holding on for balance. A smirking Tremere twirls the pipe in his hand and gets up to the apron, bashing Phenom on the forehead with a quick swing that sends the big man stumbling into one of the corners. But before Tremere can makes his way back inside, APB dashes over and yanks him right off the ring apron! APB quickly reacts with a kick to Tremere's gut, and forcefully pulls the Hardcore Icon's head down for a quick double-arm DDT on the floor. There's a sickening thud from the impact which causes Tremere to drop his lead pipe on the floor. A grinning Bartsch pops up, gesturing how smart he is to the crowd, and brings Tremere up to roll him into the ring. Getting back inside, he goes for the cover and grunts when the referee tells him that the contest hasn't officially started as the bell hasn't rung. An angry APB stands up and gives a series of stomps to a lying Tremere and partially-recovering Phenom, and, with a final kick to the head, puts the big man down back on the ground. APB quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside and stomps over to the timekeeper, threatening him with a chairshot if he doesn't ring the bell. The panicked timekeeper signals for the match to begin to the satisfaction of the newly-motivated Bartsch as he goes back inside. Meanwhile, Tremere, getting to a knee, is lying in wait for the overconfident APB who comes back in with the chair, only to have it smashed into his face with a big-time haymaker from a running Phenom! There's a combination of cheering and laughter from the crowd as APB drops to the canvas like a sack of doorknobs, with Phenom following up with a series of huge right hands. Tremere slyly rolls out of the ring and begins rummaging through his bag and sled full of weapons as Phenom continues his assault on APB on the inside. He lifts the groggy APB up to his feet, and kicks the dented, steel chair a few feet away in front of him. MASSIVE POP as he shoots APB off the ropes and nails a ring-shaking spinebuster onto the steel chair! Phenom goes for the cover while a Singapore cane-wielding Tremere hurries to break up the pinfall attempt: ONE! TWO! THR- the ref gets PULLED OUT OF THE RING! SC: What the-? SJ: Peacemaker and Aaron Roberts just pulled the ref out of the ring! SC: Wait, where's the Hardcore champion, Tremere? Peacemaker, along with the newly-proclaimed "Cobra" slither into the ring and begin laying waste to both the downed APB and the frustrated Phenom. Roberts and Peacemaker with a series of right hands on the former tag team partners, throwing them both into the turnbuckles. Maker runs towards Phenom in the opposite corner and nails him with a stiff clothesline, while Roberts does the same to APB, only to be caught midway with a Singapore cane shot to the face from Tremere! The loud crack of the shot alerts Peacemaker who tries to step out of the ring, only to have a huge Phenom-sized right hand grab him by the arm. Maker looks up at a furious Phenom who pulls him forcibly back into the ring and shoves him into Tremere, effectively "pitching" Maker with Tremere following up with another swing for the fences that catches Peacemaker right across the chest. Maker shouts in agony and stumbles backwards, only to turn and get grabbed around the neck with both hands by Phenom who walks forward and does a half-spin sending Maker up and over with "Cracker Jack!" Getting up, the snorting Phenom looks to be Tremere's next cane-shot victim when out of nowhere, a recovered APB delivers a shotgun-like front dropkick into Tremere's back, sending him forward into a HUGE lariat from the demon of NYC! He goes for the cover: ONE! TWO! NO! APB, with the save! Bartsch takes his cue and quickly rolls outside to grab a weapon from Tremere's bag and is suddenly sprayed in the face by Aaron Roberts with a fire extinguisher! A stunned APB grabs onto the ring barricade for support as the Cobra scores with a shot aimed right at the side of APB's face. The Cobra tosses the fire extinguisher aside and makes his way back to Tremere's bag of tricks, pulling out… a cattle prod? Roberts smiles a shit-eating grin as the electricity crackles, the audience responding with an "Ooooh…" in anticipation. He rolls into the ring and runs right up to Phenom who's slamming Tremere with right hands to the face and digs the prod deep into Phenom's back, causing the big man to roll off quickly and convulse on the canvas. Roberts then sets his sights on Tremere and readies the cattle prod for a second time, but is snatched from and turned inside-out with a dragon suplex! It's TORCH! Torch covering Tremere for a pinfall: ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY PEACEMAKER! Maker gets Torch to his feet as Tremers pulls himself up by the ropes. Maker punches Torch several times, but the last time is blocked - Torch with a kick to the stomach and a snap suplex! Meanwhile, Tremere exits through the ropes and instead of going for his bag, heads under the ring to pull out a table! A chant of "We want tables," breaks out amongst the fans as Tremere slides it inside. He rushes at Phenom who is trying to catch his breath in the corner but is hit with a big boot to the chest which leaves him reeling. Phenom dashes forward with a lariat, but gets caught with a drop toe-hold! Tremere gets back up quickly and snatches up the Singapore cane again, readying a shot to Phenom's head. The shot cracks like lightning, but Phenom winces and takes a step forward. In disbelief, Tremere goes for another shot, this time to Phenom's stomach, but again, Phenom grins and shrugs it off. He swings one last time, but this time Phenom catches it with his hand and promptly breaks it in half over his knee with a snarl. Tremere takes a step back from the advancing Phenom and shrugs at the audience - right before kicking the big man in the groin! The crowd pops big as Tremere bounces off the ropes and delivers a Yakuza kick to the side of Phenom's head, putting him down on the canvas. There isn't much time to celebrate, however, as APB jumps in with a running forearm shot to Tremere's face. He takes the steel chair from off the canvas and smashes Tremere on the back. Stunning him momentarily, APB promptly piledrives the Hardcore Icon onto the steel chair, quickly going for the pinfall: ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! APB slaps the mat in frustration and looks over towards the outside. He screams something at Amanda, and without missing a beat, the slut-tastic Ms. Bartsch does her best to pull out a table and set it up on the outside. She's quickly met by Peacemaker, however, who grabs her by the throat. He plasters on a sinister grin and pulls her in to smell her, before pie-facing her to the ground. APB goes livid as Peacemaker finishes setting up the table and hops up onto the apron, only to be met with flurry of rights and lefts from the man they call "Portal." APB scores with a hard shot that leaves Maker reeling, and bounces off the ropes perpendicular to where Maker is standing, looking to score with a clothesline. But the calculating Peacemaker sees his window and ducks the clothesline, catching the speedy Bartsch with one arm, and, in one fluid motion, connects with the "Equalizer" from the apron, over the ropes, and THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!! A new chant of "Holy shit!" booms throughout the arena as the ref sees Maker on top of APB and gets out of the ring to count the pin: ONE! TWO! THRE-THE PIN IS BROKEN UP BY AARON ROBERTS! SC: Oh my GOD! What a move by Peacemaker! SJ: They're pulling out all the stops tonight, Scoop! Didn't you get the memo? Aaron Roberts motioning "No, no, no" to the audience as he plants a firm stomp on Peacemaker's face. He gives APB a swift kick to the head for good measure and pulls out a sledgehammer, a spool of razor wire, and lastly, a small bag. Grinning, he tosses the bag into the ring and takes the sledgehammer, stalking a dazed Phenom. The crowd reacts with hisses as Roberts readies himself to strike, but as he rushes forward, the infuriated Phenom grabs the Cobra by the throat with one hand and sends him up into the air and down to the mat with a seismic chokeslam! The crowd pops HUGE for Phenom who rips the sledgehammer away from the Cobra's grip, and drives it straight down into his forehead, one shot after another! THE COBRA'S BEEN BUSTED OPEN! This is interrupted by Torch and Tremere who come in and begin double-teaming the big man who just barely manages to fight them both off desperate sledgehammer shots to the gut and the head. Tremere takes a blow to the temple and falls hard on the mat next to the bag of mysterious Tremere-y goodness. On the outside, Peacemaker and APB are just starting to get to their, trading shots with each other when the aching Cobra enters the fray with double-sledgehammer to the back of Peacemaker's head. He wipes the blood pouring out of his forehead from his eyes and attempts to kick APB, but APB sees it coming and takes him down with a dragon screw. Bartsch looks under the ring a moment after and grins, snatching himself another steel chair. He braces his back and leans against the ring apron, trying to collect himself and recover from that monstrous slam through the table earlier. He takes a hard breath and brings the chair down hard on both Peacemaker and Roberts, before turning his attention to the ring. Inside, Torch is still trying to hang with the much stronger Phenom, blow for blow. It's all for naught however as Phenom connects with a huge knee lift and sets up Torch for a powerbomb! Lifting Torch up, Phenom can't protect himself as the red-headed psycho fires off a series of punches. Tremere sees this from the corner of his eye and quickly reaches for the bag, getting up and pouring out its contents: a horrific mish-mash of thumbtacks and bits of broken glass! The crowd gasps as Tremere is motioning for Phenom and Torch to unwittingly come closer into the tacks and glass! As Torch continues punching on an unbalanced Phenom, Tremere sees his chance to strike and swings the sledgehammer from earlier INTO PHENOM'S KNEECAP!!! Phenom bellows in pain as he falls forward, sending both him and Torch awkwardly into Tremere's deadly concoction! TORCH ROLLING AROUND IN THE THUMBTACKS AND GLASS! Tremere goes in for the pin! ONE! TWO! NO! CHAIRSHOT FROM APB! APB with a chairshot to Tremere's back! He kicks the Hardcore Icon in the stomach and drags him into the corner before heading back towards the glass and tacks. Stomping on them with his fight foot, he smirkingly saunters towards Tremere and all becomes clear - FACEWASH!!! Rubbing the glass/tack-covered bottom of his boot into Tremere's face with malice, APB spits at the crowd again and runs the ropes with one final kick to the side of Tremere's face! Tremere's face looks like it's been ravaged by a rabid animal, his eyes sinking into the back of his head. APB smirks in self-satisfaction and pulls Tremere out of the corner by the ankle, going in for a pin: ONE! TWO! THRE-DESPERATION KICKOUT BY TREMERE! APB, frustrated again, gets up and stomps on Tremere's head before setting up the table Tremere brought in earlier. He makes the "it's over" gesture and exits the ring, going to look for something in Tremere's bag. As he's looking, Peacemaker and Roberts are starting to get up, and upon them both noticing the destruction in the ring, both attempt to score a cheap pinfall on Torch and Tremere respectively. But a furious Torch has had enough, his back cut up beyond recognition from the powerbomb onto Tremere's deadly spices. He kicks out of Maker's lazy pin with a vengeance and gets up, running on pure adrenaline now. Maker responds with a heavy punch but Torch blocks it and hits an unorthodox headbutt THAT BREAKS PEACEMAKER'S NOSE! Peacemaker looks like he's just been blinded as the blood begins to pour out of his nostrils profusely and walks right into Torch again who seizes him for a Death Valley driver! Popping back up, Torch goes for the pin, but the referee can't even get into position before Aaron Roberts comes in to break it up! Phenom's back up now as well! Phenom grabs Roberts! Sidewalk slam! Torch runs towards Phenom! BLACK HOLE SLAM ON THE GLASS!!! Phenom's on FIRE! PIN ATTEMPT! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT BY TORCH!!! SC: Good Lord, look at all this havoc! SJ: Phenom! Cobra! Torch! Peacemaker! Tremere! All five of these men are seeing the battle of their lives, Scoop! SC: Where's APB? SJ: Scoop? I think he just found what he was looking for in Tremere's bag… APB heads onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring, surveying the chaos. He calmly makes his way towards the table and takes out his latest, new toy - a bottle of lighter fluid! The crowd goes insane as APB begins dousing the table with the flammable liquid! With a lighter from the bag in his hand, APB clicks the trigger on - but nothing's coming out! Tremere sees his chance to strike and rushes out of the corner with a big-time spear on APB, rocking the former Revolutionary with punches and elbow shots! He takes the lighter off the floor and clicks it a few times, only to smile innocently at the crowd and throw it away! IT WAS EMPTY ON PURPOSE! Shrugging, Tremere pulls another lighter out of his pants and sets the table aflame to the roar of the crowd! Peacemaker is making his way to his feet and sprints towards Tremere, but hearing the crowd, Tremere spins around quickly and sidesteps Maker! MAKER FLIPPING UP AND OVER THE TABLE - HIS TIGHTS ON FIRE!!! Ring crew comes in to extinguish the flames as Aaron Roberts gets to his feet now! Aaron waits for Tremere to turn around - the "AGR!" THE CROWD'S GOING ABSOLUTELY NUTS AS ROBERTS GOES FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY PHENOM! Chants of "This is AWESOME!" roll up and down the arena like thunder as Phenom takes Cobra and shoots him off into the ropes - ANOTHER SPINEBUSTER! Torch is up! Torch with a clubbing blow to Phenom! Irish whip into the corner! Phenom reverses and follows through with a big avalanche in the turnbuckles! He puts Torch up on the top rope and moves the flaming table into position! HE'S GOING FOR A SUPERPLEX! Torch is fighting to hold on as a dazed Tremere, Peacemaker, and APB come in to help with Maker in powerbomb position on Phenom and Tremere and APB assisting Phenom! Torch is holding on for dear life and smashes Phenom in the face with an elbow! Phenom lets go of his grip and holds onto the second ropes! SC: LOOK AT AARON ROBERTS!!! Aaron Roberts sets himself up in the opposite corner and runs towards the impending "Tower of Doom" - he jumps up and uses the doubled-over Phenom as a platform to step up to the top rope with Torch as he hooks his head over his arm! Peacemaker, Tremere, and APB click together with a SECOND-ROPE POWERBOMB ON PHENOM THAT FALLS JUST SHORT OF THE TABLE!!! "SNAKE BITE" OFF THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE A SECOND LATER!!! SJ: HOLY FREAKIN' GOD! The crowd's in absolute euphoria with what they'reseeing in the ring right now! Everybody in the ring onthe floor again as the ref starts the mandatory tencount for all six men. Three! The fans are shoutingfor their favorites to get up. Seven! Most of the packare starting to show some signs of life. At the countof nine, everyone fully gets to their feet with APBtrading blows with Peacemaker, Torch going toe-to-toewith Aaron Roberts, and Phenom battling it out withTremere. “All-Points Bulletin” by Bartsch! “The Cobra”with a low-blow to Torch! Tremere pulling the top ropedown on a charging Phenom, sending him tumbling out ofthe ring! APB, Roberts, and the Hardcore Icon startingto rumble now! APB with a knee to Aaron Roberts' face!Aaron Roberts hits the floor and crawls around lookingfor another weapon as Tremere and APB are busy tradingshots in one of the turnbuckles! Cobra grabs thecattle prod off the floor! He stalks Tremere in thecorner, getting blasted by APB! CATTLE PROD TO THEBACK OF APB'S NECK, MY GOD! A screaming Bartsch slumpstowards the ropes and holds on for dear life as AaronRoberts turns his attention towards Tremere! He movesin for the kill but Tremere is busy digging somethingout of his boots! HANDCUFFS! Kick to the Cobra'smidsection that forces him to drop the prod and asecond later he's handcuffed to the second rope! Abloody Tremere running toward a vulnerable APB andhoisting him up on his shoulders – A RING-SHAKINGHEAVEN'S EXILE!!! COVER: ONE! The bloody and exhaustedTorch and Peacemaker painfully crawling over the glassand tacks to try and break up the pin! TWO! A trappedAaron Roberts kicking and screaming furiously from thecorner! A disoriented Phenom's too far from the apron!THREE!!! Tremere is STILL the hardcore champion!!! Winner, and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Tremere SC: The Hardcore Icon, Tremere's done it! SJ: What a sneak! (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BY WITH MIKE MITCHELL, GARNERING A MEGA MASSIVE POP FROM THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE INTERVIEW BEGINS.) MAC: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time; Mike 'The Machine' Mitchell. Mr. Mitchell, for the past 6 months you and Fallen Angel have waged and gruesome, bloody and immensely personal war, and in many people's minds that war comes to an end tonight inside the cage. With all the personal demons that have been brought into play over the months, what does it mean to you Mr. Mitchell to step into the cage tonight to face Fallen Angel for perhaps the final time? MM: Well let me tell you this Mahoney, when you've been down a road like I've been walking all this time and you get to the end of the trail, you learn to appreciate the journey all the more once you've reached the destination. Now what this match means to me tonight is simple. It's the last chance I have to bring this feud to an end, yes. But that's not what it means to me... It's my last shot at redemption, yes. But that's not what it means to me... It's my last chance to bring honor and respect back to the Mitchell family name, yes. But that's not what it means to me... When I step inside that cage tonight, it's all aboot Mike Mitchell being MIKE MITCHELL one more time... You know, ever since this all began, Angel has been talking aboot finding 'The REAL Mike Mitchell'... Well, you're gonna SEE the real Mike Mitchell tonight: A man with more guts and more heart than any other man to lace a pair of boots. A man who will take 3 shots just to give one. A man... Who personifies all that is good and pure in this great sport of professional wrestling... And a man who is out there to WIN. (THE CROWD ROARS THEIR APPROVAL IN THE BACKGROUND AS MAHONEY MACMILLAN CLOSES UP THE INTERVIEW AND SHAKES MIKE MITCHELL'S HAND AND THE CAMERA GOES TO CUT AWAY, BUT SUDDENLY WE CATCH A GLIMPSE OFF THE SET OF ALEXANDRA MITCHELL STANDING THERE WATCHING HER BROTHER WITH TEARFUL GUILT-RIDDEN EYES. MIKE CATCHES IGHT OF HIS YOUNGER SISTER AS WELL AND THE TWO APPROACH EACH OTHER. ALEX HANGS HER HEAD ASHAMED OF WHAT SHE INADVERTANTLY PUT HER BROTHER THROUGH AND REMEMBERS HIS HURTFUL WORDS OF 'I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU' FROM THE LAST TIME THEY MET. THERE IS A LONG AND AWKWARD SILENCE BETWEEN THE SIBLINGS AS THEY TRY TO FIND WORDS AND FINALLY ALEX TRIES TO APOLOGISE, BUT BEFORE SHE CAN GET THE WORDS OUT MIKE GIVES HER A STERN LOOK AND SHAKES HIS HEAD. ALEX IS CRUSHED AND SINKS INTO HERSELF, DEVASTATED THAT MIKE CANNOT ACCEPT HER, WHEN SUDDENLY MIKE MITCHELL WALKS UP AND PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER IN A LOVING EMBRACE. ALEX IS STUNNED FOR A MOMENT, BUT AS THE REALISATION THAT MIKE HAS FORGIVEN HER SETS IN SHE BURSTS INTO JOYFUL TEARS AND WEEPS INTO HER BROTHER'S CHEST AS THE SCENE CUTS WITH THE CROWD CHEERING LOUDLY IN THE BACKGROUND.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Right there folks is how much this match means to Mike Mitchell…its more than just wrestling it's about his life. SJ: And it's a life he has taken for granted, the thing I love about this, is the morons here tonight cannot see Mike Mitchell for exactly who he is…thank God tonight Fallen Angel finishes the job for them. SC: Well, 2-0 is the series in favour of Mike Mitchell Snoop… SJ: You can win a few battles, but its who wins the war which counts! SC: Speaking of which…our first match in a war which has developed since the day Ian Monks announced Illuminati had arrived… Jonnah Street vs Skylar Kelly [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH FOOTAGE OF JONNAH STREET IN ACTION HITTING SOME OF HIS BIGGEST AND BEST MOVES. THE WORDS 'AN UP AND COMING STAR COMBINES POWER AND SMARTS' ACCOMPANY THE FOOTAGE OF STREET. WE THEN SHIFT TO FOOTAGE OF SKYLAR KELLY IN ACTION, BOTH INSIDE THE RING AND OUT OF IT. WE SEE HIM IN THE FORMATION OF 'THE ILLUMINATI' AND THEIR SUBSEQUENT BEAT DOWN OF STREET AND OTHERS. THE WORDS 'THE MAN OF TOMORROW LOOKS TO MAKE AN IMPACT TODAY' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE KELLY HITTING SOME MOVES FROM THE TOP ROPE. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO KELLY AND STREET BRAWLING AS THE WORDS 'TWO YOUNG TALENTS WITH THE WORLD AT THEIR FEET WILL DO BATTLE' ACCOMPANY THEM. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH KELLY HITTING HIS FINISHING MOVE AND STREET HITTING HIS BEFORE FINISHING MOVE.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'SUPER MAN THEME PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD HEAT. KELLY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH IMAGES OF THE SUPERMAN LOGO PLAYING ON HIS T.A.T. SCREEN BEHIND HIM HE DOESNT LOOK AT ALL PLEASED WITH THE RECEPTION HE GETS, BUT WALKS DOWN THE AISLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing 218pounds...Skylar Kelly!!! SJ: WOHOO! Take that Superman is here Scoop… SC: The ever so arrogant Skylar Kelly who tonight has the task of battling a powerhouse with a real taste for knocking the crap out of Illuminati SJ: Skylar Kelly is one of the greatest professional atheletes of all time, you think he is worried about aformer Vegas club bouncer? JH: And his opponent… *'WILD SIDE' - MOTLEY CREW PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. A CAR SPEEDING DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP IS SHOWN BEFORE COMING TO A HAULT OUTSIDE A CASINO HOTEL WHERE A LOAD OF GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE STOOD OUTSIDE. THE IMAGES FLICK TO ONES OF STREET WITH WOMEN, KICKING ASS AND PARTYING HARD AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 298 pounds…Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: A few months back you would just hear boos, but this crowd is becoming to appreciate Jonnah Street for the pure fact he is on a mission to take down Ian Monks' Army…and it starts here tonight. SJ: Well they are going to be damn well disappointed aren't they because The House is going to get knocked down by Superman! The match starts off with Street stalking Skelly into a corner and lunging forward only to find a turnbuckle as a much quicker Skelly avoids his grasp. Street regains his composure as Skelly meets him in the middle of the ring. Using his pure power Streets shoves the lighter man down to the mat before beating his chest and giving off a bit of a smile. Skeely rolls out of the way and back to his feet with a bit of a troubled look on his face before trying one more to lock up with the big man. He is greeted by a knee to the mid section followed by a clubbing forearm to the back sending him once more to the canvas. Streets seizing the opportunity promptly stomps Streets while he is down. Proceeding to bring Skelly back to his feet Streets sets up for a power bomb but Skelly kicks his legs giving him the momentum to slide out of his arms. Skelly off the far side rope only to be leveled with a huge clothesline from Streets who’s pure strength is dominating the match. Streets brings Skelly back to his feet once more and sends him crashing into the far corner with an Irish whip. Streets with a running follow up meets only an empty corner before becoming the victim of a dropkick to the back of his knees by Skelly. With Streets down Skelly now with a series of stomps of his own before hitting off the far side rope and delivering a baseball slide dropkick sending Streets rolling to the outside of the ring. On the outside Streets takes a moment to recover. Inside the ring Skelly takes to the air with a springboard cross body but is abruptly halted by Streets who catches him and takes to a full running start before ramming Skelly back first into the ring post. With Skelly on the ground clenching his back Streets mounts him from the top and delivers a series of rights and lefts bouncing Skelly’s head off the concrete. Streets takes back to his feet as Skelly makes and interesting move crawling under the ring apron to recover. Outside the ring Streets finally begins to search for Skelly who is nowhere to be seen. SC: Streets is really in control of this match so far using his power and apparently Skelly has taken to hiding under the ring. SJ: Skelly is just taking his time and making the big man wait before he knocks him down a peg or two. Inside the ring Streets has a bit of a troubled look as he cant seem to find Skelly anywhere. His paranoia is running high until from behind Skelly slides into the ring and delivers a quick leg sweep from behind as Streets his the ring holding his leg. Skelly wasting no time takes to standing on the big mans chest before delivering a text book standing moonsault into a pin. The ref makes the quick count 1...2..Streets over powers Skelly sending him flying off the cover to the fans in attendance’s delight. With Streets on one knee Skelly recovers quickly delivering a boot that seems to phase Street’s from a full recovery making him wobbly. Bouncing off the ropes behind Street Skelly lands a quick flipping neck breaker that puts Street back on the mat once more. Skelly takes a moment to taunt the fans perhaps making a mistake allowing Street the chance to get back to his knees before delivering a blow to the belly before Skelly can get back on offense. Street lifts up the doubled over Skelly and delivers a tremendous scoop slam. Street showing off a bit of agility for a big man hit’s the far ropes and drops a leg across Skellys throat before attempting a lazy pin himself. The ref counts 1...2..Skelly manages to wriggle a shoulder free keeping the match alive. Street in control signals that its over before picking Skelly up onto his shoulder and attempting the “Street’s Apart” Skelly struggles in the air and manages to free himself sending Street once more face first into the corner, he turns around dazed and is greeted with a high leg lariet from Skelly taking over in offense. Skelly walkes over to Street who is down on the mat and sets up a leg grapevine continuing to work the powerhouse’s knees. After a few moments of pain Street is able to get a hand on the ropes before the ref demands a break from the hold, Skelly refuses until a four count that almost gets him DQ’ed releasing the hold at the last second before receiving the refs frustration in his face and being reminded that he almost just cost himself the match. Skelly brushes off the warning and starts to mount the top turnbuckle waiting on Street to get to his feet. Street does and Skelly takes flight looking for a hurricanrana but is caught by Street with a sit down power bomb! Another cover 1.…2...Kick out as Skelly somehow manages to roll himself out of the pinning predicament. SC: This is an incredible back and fourth match up here tonight between two men who just don’t know when to quit. SJ: What are you blind? Skelly almost made Street quit just a moment ago. Street sets Skelly up for a running shoulder breaker and delivers but it doesn’t take as Skelly showing real agility back flips out of it and takes a running start at Street who launches Skelly over his head. Skelly landing on the top turnbuckle takes a leap of faith but it pays off landing a moonsault ddt from the top! Both men lay motionless inside the ring as the ref starts the ten count. Both men struggle to get to their knees and start trading punches each man unable to gain an advantage. A chorus of “boo’s” fills the arena as John Pariah starts to make his way slowly down the ramp taunting the fans along the way. He takes a seat at ringside as inside the ring Street has managed to get back to his feet and has taken notice for his presence. From behind Skelly lands a dropkick that sends Street over the top and crashing to the floor. Following up Skelly makes his way to the outside and Irish whips Street into the crowd barricade before charging in himself but is once more caught in mid action by an overhead belly to belly suplex sending Skelly crashing into the fans laps of the second row. Street climbs over himself and the battle continues through the crowd with Street in charge. They trade punches back to the cement support of the building before Street attempts a huge punch but Skelly moves out of the way as Street potentially breaks his wrist punching the cement. Skelly grabs Street by the back of the head and attempts to slam him face first but Street puts up a leg and throws and elbow into Skelly’s sternum before slamming Skelly’s face off the cement support to the crowd’s delight. The crowd starts up a “This is awesome” chant as Street raises his hands triumphantly into the air. Grabbing Skelly by the head Street starts dragging him back toward the ring until about half way Skelly manages to get free landing a kick followed up by a quick ddt on the concrete. Skelly now raises his arms in triumphant victory for a moment as he starts pulling Street back toward the barricade. He whips Street into the barricade sending him half over before climbing on top himself and getting a running start and leg dropping Street end over end back into the ring side area. SC: Street is really taking it to Skelly here tonight. SJ: Skelly is just being generous. With both men back inside the ring Street continues his dominance over Skelly with a chop to the chest that sends Skelly stumbling into the corner. Streets charges in but is greeted by a boot to the face as Skelly takes to the second rope and lands a bulldog laying Street out. Skelly mounts Street and delivers lefts and rights to the face until forced to break from the ref. The crowd starts to get behind Street who try’s to struggle back to his feet but is halted by a dropkick to his knee. Skelly wasting no time throws on an armbar cranking the hold back as far as he can. Street showing real power struggles to his feet with Skelly still attached and raises him high above his head wile still clenching onto his arm. The crowd rises to their feet as a one handed Street drives Skelly to the mat with a force that sends his head bouncing off the mat with a glazed look in his eyes. Street with the cover 1...2..kick out by Skelly who just manages to squeak his shoulder out from under the big man weight. Once more Street stands up motioning to the crowd for the big finish. He picks Skelly up once more throwing him on his shoulder and walks to the far corner. He turns and takes a running start looking for the “Streets Apart” he nails it and hooks the leg for the cover. However the ref is distracted by John Pariah who now stands on the apron. Streets lets go of the cover and makes his way to the ref and Pariah. Pariah says something to streets and is greeted with a punch to the face sending him flying off the ring apron. The crowd explodes as Pariah goes flying but are quickly silenced as Street turns and is greeted with “Acid Laced Ego Trip” by Skelly who makes the cover. 1...2...3! Skelly gets the victory as the chorus of boo’s fill the arena from the crowd. Winner, via pinfall: Skylar Kelly (BACKSTAGE OZZY FINCH IS LOOKING TO INTERVIEW JOHN PARIAH ABOUT HIS INVOLVEMENT WITH THE KELLY AND STREET MATCH.) OF: Mr. Pariah...what business did you have interfering in that match tonight? (PARIAH SMIRKS AT FINCH AND THEN FROM THE BLINDSIDE, NORCIA FLIES IN AND KICKS THE CRAP OUT OF THE FORMER PROJECT NOVA MANAGER. A TERRIBLE BEATING COMMENCES.) (RINGSIDE.) SJ: A hahahahahahahaha! SC: Will you stop! SJ: Hey, I am sick and tired of these former has been managers trying to get commentary positions, that was brilliant from Norcia. Ozzy Finch the laughing stock of T.F.W.F.. SC: Well, whatever the outcome, I think that might well have lit a match under the Novas for this up coming bout, lets take a look at how this one came around… T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match Project Nova (c) vs Michael Norcia & John Pariah [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH HIGHLIGHTS OF PROJECT NOVA WINNING AND DEFENDING THE TFWF TAG TEAM TITLES WHICH ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THE WORDS 'THE BEST TEAM IN TFWF HISTORY?' WE SEE THE DEBUT OF NORCIA AND PARIAH AND THE FORMATION OF THE ILLUMINATI AND THEIR BEAT DOWN OF THE NOVAS. THE WORDS 'A NEW TEAM MAKE THEIR INTENTIONS KNOWN' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE FOOTAGE OF NORCIA AND PARIAH IN ACTION IN BOTH THE TFWF AND THE PWX. THE FOOTAGE SHOWS NORCIA AND PARIAH USING THE TAG TITLES AS WEAPONS AND ALSO ATTEMPTING TO BREAK JAYDEN KNIGHT'S LEG ON THE FINAL MAYHEM BEFORE ICE STORM. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH THE NOVAS AND NORCIA AND PARIAH BRAWLING AS THE WORDS 'A NEW POWER LOOKS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION. THE CHAMPIONS WILL DEFEND WITH THEIR LIVES' SCROLL ACROSS THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships… (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'COME WITH ME' PUFF DADDY PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD HEAT. THE ILLUMINATI LOGO APPEARS ON THE T.A.T., NORCIA AND PARIAH MAKE THEIR WAY OUT TOWARDS THE RING WITH INTENSE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES, BUT WITH THAT TOUCH OF ARROGANCE AS WELL.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 466 pounds…'The Hand of God' Michael Norcia…the 'Saviour Of Wrestling' John Pariah…they are Illuminati!!! SC: The credentials of these men are not in question it's the moral views in which they hold themselves which are. Total disregard for everything. SJ: And that's what Ian Monks has needed in an Army Scoop, right here and now is the future of this industry… JH: And their opponents… *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions…Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…Project Nova!!! SC: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE ROAR FOR JAYDEN AND MANNY! One of the greatest Tag Teams to ever step foot in a T.F.W.F. ring. SJ: And tonight they have their work cut out for them. Rodriguez will be hot headed over what Illuminati just did to Finch and from there on in it will be all about Pariah and Norcia. The crowd are white hot and chanting for The Novas as the referee tries to keep the Tag Team Champions back and in their corner. Pariah and Norcia huddle in one corner talking strategy as Jayden tells Manny he wants to start the match. The crowd are right behind The Novas as Manny nods and steps out onto the ring apron. As soon as he does this Pariah and Norcia charge across the ring knock him off the ring apron and into the barricade. With Manny down on the outside they start landing right hands on Jayden knocking him down to the mat! The crowd boo like crazy as Pariah and Norcia jump back as soon as Manny gets within striking distance and they both slide out the ring to the outside. The crowd are all over them as they smirk and walk around the ring as on the inside Manny stands next to a very pissed off and red faced Jayden Knight. SC: That is just typical of Pariah and Norcia, since day one here in the TFWF they've used cheap shots and dirty tactics and they just did it to Jayden Knight before the bell has even sounded! SJ: Ha! That was too perfect! Look at Knight, he's so mad he's almost spitting! That's what makes the Illuminati guys different, they're so damn smart. The crowd are booing Norcia and Pariah like crazy as they continue to stall and walk around the ring jaw jacking with the fans. After a couple of minutes of stalling they finally get back into the ring and The Novas charge but as soon as they do Norcia and Pariah duck back out the ring to even more crowd heat! The referee does his best to get The Novas back and get The Illuminati team into the ring. Finally Manny is on the apron and Pariah steps into the ring and we have the bell to start the match officially! SC: Ok folks here we go, this could be the toughest match Project Nova have had in quite some time. SJ: There's no could be about it, we're getting new Tag Team Champions tonight! The crowd are chanting for Jayden as he and Pariah go to lock up but Pariah dodges out the way. Jayden is pissed and lunges at Pariah who again dodges out the way! Jayden charges and Pariah quickly goes to the ropes and the referee holds Knight back. As he does this Pariah reaches over the referee and pokes Knight in the eye to some big crowd heat! He quickly clamps on a side head lock and then brings Knight down to the mat with a side head lock take down as the crowd boo him. Pariah looks cocky and confident as he cranks on the head lock but Knight is able to escape with a head scissors. Pariah is trapped in the head scissors but he is able to escape after a few moments by head standing out of it, he hops onto his feet and then dives forward and back into the side head lock on Knight. Jayden quickly rolls to the side and hooks on a hammer lock and drives Pariah face first into the mat. He keeps the pressure on as Pariah looks for an escape from the hammer lock. The crowd are right behind Jayden as Pariah gets to his feet and then turns out of the hammer lock into one of his own. Knight fires off with some elbows to the head of Pariah to break up the hammer lock and then hits the ropes, Pariah drops down, Knight hits the opposite ropes, leap frog by Pariah, Knight puts on the breaks and as Pariah turns around Knight pokes him in the eye to a big crowd pop! Knight goes to the side head lock of his own and pulls Pariah down to the mat! SC: John Pariah using all the tricks in the book early to try and get the advantage but Jayden Knight knows those tricks well himself. SJ: He poked him in the eye, that should've been a disqualification! SC: Oh come on, it's alright for Pariah to do it and not ok for Jayden? SJ: Exactly! Knight keeps the head lock in place as Pariah struggles to get off the mat and does eventually manage to get to his feet. Pariah hits some elbow shots to the mid section of Knight breaking the hold and then goes for a back suplex, but Knight lands on his feet behind Pariah, he goes to whip Pariah off the ropes, but it's reversed and Knight hits the ropes and on the return sends Pariah flying over with a tilt-a-whirl flying head scissors to a big crowd pop!! Pariah ends up next to the ropes and Knight charges hitting a nice clothesline that sends Pariah backwards over the top rope and to the floor to a big crowd pop! Pariah is down on the outside as Knight hits the opposite ropes and goes for a dive to the outside but Pariah spots him coming and rushes out the way, but Knight fakes out the dive by flipping over the top rope and landing on the ring apron! Pariah turns around to look for Knight on the floor but Jayden runs down the apron and leaps off landing on Pariah's shoulders and flipping him over with a head scissors on the outside to a big crowd pop!! Knight jumps to his feet and is really fired up as he grabs Pariah and rolls him into the ring. Knight stands on the ring apron and slingshots back in with a twisting elbow drop and makes the cover, 1…….2….Pariah kicks out! SC: Wow, Jayden Knight is all over John Pariah here in the early going of this huge match! SJ: Ah don't worry, Pariah is obviously just playing possum. SC: You don't sound so sure. SJ: I'm always sure, especially when it comes to The Illuminati. Knight brings Pariah to his corner and tags out to Manny to a good crowd pop. Knight holds Pariah in place as Manny comes in and lands a right hand to the ribs. Manny then slams some knee lifts into the face and chest of Pariah before whipping him off the ropes and flattening him with a elbow strike. Manny makes the cover, 1……2….Norcia break up the cover with a boot to the head! Manny goes after Norcia who rushes back to his corner as Pariah gets to his feet. The referee gets Norcia out the ring as Pariah grabs Manny from behind, nails him with a forearm shot to the head and then drops him with a kick that looks very low to some big crowd heat! SC: Just what we expected from The Illuminati team, striking behind the referee's back. SJ: Come on, that was just great strategy, it's not their fault the referee is too stupid to keep control! The crowd boo as Pariah shakes off the effects of the earlier moves before bringing Manny to the mat with a snap suplex. He tags out to Norcia and the two of them begin stomping away on Manny's chest as the crowd boo. Knight comes into the ring but the referee pushes him back and that allows Norcia and Pariah to double team Manny some more with an arm wringer by Pariah and Norcia slams some right hand punches into the arm of Manny. Norcia takes over as Pariah steps out the ring. He whips Manny into the corner and then charges in but Manny gets both feet up into the face of Norcia! As he staggers back Manny goes to the middle rope and as Norcia turns around Manny leaps off flattening him with a European uppercut to the chest!! Manny quickly tags out to Jayden before picking Norcia up and dropping him with a back suplex! Jayden slingshots back in with a nice leg drop and makes the cover on Norcia, 1…….2…..he kicks out in time as the crowd are right behind The Novas. Jayden stays on the offence with some nice kicks to the mid section and side of Norcia before whipping him off the ropes and then flattening him with a drop kick. Knight makes the cover, 1……2…..Norcia kicks out in time! SC: We're getting to see first hand why Project Nova are the TFWF Tag Team Champions and why they are the best tag team in wrestling today, frequent tags, quick moves and always in the face of their opponents. SJ: And we're going to see just why Pariah and Norcia are the future of tag team wrestling here in the TFWF when they take those belts tonight! Jayden tags out again to Manny as he holds Norcia in place. Manny drills Norcia with some hard kicks to the chest before hitting a spinning kick to the mid section, Jayden hits the ropes and nails Norcia with a kick to the side of the head, Manny with a palm strike as Jayden hits the opposite ropes and lands a flying forearm shot, Norcia is staggered as Manny comes off the ropes and flattens him with a big boot to the face, before Jayden hits a standing moonsault!! The crowd are going wild for the frantic and fast double team moves of The Novas as Manny makes the cover, 1……2….it's broken up by John Pariah who drives an elbow into the back of Manny and then pitches him out to the floor to some big crowd heat! SC: Wow, the double team combinations of The Novas are on fire here tonight! SJ: Yeah but Manny is out on the floor and that's Illuminati territory, just you watch. Manny tries to roll back in but Norcia is up and he drills him with a soccer style punt to the head through the ropes, Manny slumps to the floor as Jayden tries to get into the ring, only for the referee to push him back into his corner. With the referee distracted Pariah hops off the apron and starts repeatedly ramming the back of Manny's head into the ring barricade. Jayden rushes around the ring but Pariah backs off laughing and goes to his own corner. In the ring Norcia gets up and slides to the outside, he rams Manny into the ring apron back first and then fires off with some hard punches to the ribs before dropping him with a big uppercut punch! The crowd are booing like crazy as Pariah spits across the ring at Jayden which brings him into the ring and distracts the referee. This allows Pariah and Norcia to double team Manny on the outside with stiff kicks to the face and chest before lifting him up and dropping him chest first across the guard rail. Pariah goes back to his corner as Norcia rolls Manny into the ring and makes the cover, 1…….2….Manny kicks out to a good crowd pop as Norcia tags in John Pariah. SC: For the first time in this match it looks like the challengers have got the momentum on their side! SJ: Yeah and now just watch how a real tag team goes to work, this is going to be great! Pariah brings Manny to his feet and whips him off the ropes and nails a nice looking leg lariat. He drives a knee into the spine of Manny and then clamps on a rear chin lock. Manny is struggling on the mat as Jayden stamps his foot on the ring apron and the crowd start to rally behind Manny! He gets to his feet and hits some elbow shots before going for a lariat but Pariah ducks it and hits a nice looking roundhouse kick to the side of Manny before dropping him with a step up enzeguri! The crowd boo as Pariah throws Manny into his corner and then tags out to Norcia. Pariah flips Jayden off which brings him into the ring and again the referee has to turn his back on the action and keep Jayden out the ring. Norcia picks Manny up and rams his head into the turnbuckles before lifting his legs in a wheel barrow position. With Manny's chest across the middle turnbuckle Pariah goes to the middle of the ring and then charges, vaulting over Norcia and landing a sick looking double stomp to the back of Manny!! The crowd boo as Pariah poses and Manny arches his back and writhes around the ring before Pariah makes the cover, 1……2….Manny kicks out in time to a big crowd pop. Pariah stays on the offensive as he brings Manny out of the corner and whips him off the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but Manny ducks, he hits the ropes, but Norcia slams a knee into his back from the ring apron! Manny staggers forward clutching his back and Pariah is waiting with a big drop kick to the jaw! He then hits a back senton before making the cover on Manny, 1…….2…..Manny rolls his shoulder off the mat just in time! SC: We're really starting to see just why Michael Norcia and John Pariah are so highly thought of in the wrestling world. They've cut the ring in half, focused their attack on Manny Rodriguez's back and they're using every trick in the book to use double team moves. SJ: Well duh! What have I been saying for the last ten minutes? These guys are bringing the gold back to Ian Monks, the tag straps first, then Boyd with the IC belt, this is going to be Illuminati's night, baby! Pariah tags out to Norcia who comes into the ring and throws Manny into the corner. He uses his boot to face wash him before hitting the ropes and landing a sick looking running knee strike to the head! Manny is dazed and looks out of it as Norcia drags him out the corner and into the cover, 1…….2….Jayden breaks it up as the crowd pop big! Pariah comes back into the ring but Jayden catches him with a kick to the mid section, as the referee tries to separate them Norcia rips off the top turnbuckle pad and picks Manny up, he lifts Manny onto his shoulder and then drops him face first with the snake eyes onto the exposed metal of the turnbuckle!! The crowd boo as Manny staggers backwards only to be caught in a great looking belly to back suplex from Norcia. Jayden pitches Pariah to the floor as the referee makes the count, 1…….2…..Knight breaks it up just in time!! Norcia blocks a right hand from Jayden and then fires back with three of his own before clotheslining Knight over the top and to the floor. Manny stands up and his head is bleeding heavily as Norcia sets himself and goes for a spear, but Manny leap frogs over him and rolls into his corner for the tag, but Jayden is still down on the floor!! Manny reaches for the tag but there is no one there, only Norcia who hooks him up and hits a sick looking cross arm German suplex that drops Manny right on the back of his head!! SC: Oh Manny Rodriguez is in real trouble now folks. Michael Norcia has busted him wide open and Jayden was down on the floor and missed the tag. This isn't looking good for The Novas! SJ: You're damn right it's not looking good for those two chumps! This is why Norcia and Pariah were hand picked by Ian Monks, they're the best in the world! Jayden gets back on the ring apron just too late as Norcia gets the mount on Manny and starts raining down punches to his bleeding forehead! The crowd are booing as he hammers down punches before standing up and holding his bloody fist up for the crowd to see. He drags Manny into his corner and tags out to Pariah who climbs to the top turnbuckle and then crashes down onto Manny with an elbow drop! He makes the cover, 1……2….Knight dives in and breaks it up once again to a big crowd pop. The referee turns to push Jayden back out as Norcia lands more rapid right hands to the bloody head of Manny. He holds Manny in the corner as Pariah charges and hits a huge running mafia kick to the side of Manny's head! Pariah motions that the match is over as he makes the cover, 1…….2…..Manny gets his foot on the bottom rope to stop the count just in time!! SC: There's still life in Manny Rodriguez yet folks, he's taken one hell of a beating at the hands of Pariah and Norcia but he's still kicking out! SJ: Only because he's too dumb to stay down! Pariah can't believe it as he stands up and turns to Norcia who motions for the tag. Pariah drags Manny up and tags out to Norcia. Pariah hits a backbreaker on Manny and then holds him across his knee as Norcia comes off the middle turnbuckle with a knee drop to Manny's chest, flipping him over! He makes the cover on Manny, 1……2…..he kicks out and starts to fire up! The crowd all start to roar as Manny begins to shake and blood flies off his head and onto the mat. On the apron Jayden is going crazy stamping his feet and encouraging his partner as Norcia and Pariah look at each other in a state of shock! SC: Oh my God look at Manny Rodriguez start to fire up, this is incredible! SJ: What in the hell is happening, come on Norcia stomp the hell out of him! Manny is now on his feet leaning against the ropes with a look of pure rage and hatred on his face!! Norcia tries to grab him but Manny breaks his grip and slams some right hands into Norcia's face before whipping him off the ropes, he goes for a right arm clothesline, but Norcia ducks, but Manny spins around with a wicked left arm clothesline to the back of Norcia's head that knocks him down to the mat as the crowd pop huge!! Pariah sprints into the ring but Manny is waiting with a big t-bone suplex that folds Pariah in two! The crowd are freaking out as Norcia stands up and charges but Manny backdrops him over and then dives and makes the hot tag to Jayden to a massive crowd pop!! SC: Manny makes the hot tag and listen to this place go insane!! SJ: This can't be happening!! Jayden hops onto the top rope as Pariah and Norcia stand and he springboards into the ring with a double drop kick to a huge crowd pop!! Jayden is up and he throws Norcia through the ropes before turning his attention to Pariah. He nails some chops to the chest that backs Pariah into the corner before whipping Pariah into the opposite corner. Jayden sets himself and then charges he flips forward with a perfect handspring elbow smash before hooking Pariah around the head and driving him into the mat with a bulldog!! The crowd pop huge as Jayden leaps to his feet and signals for the 'JK-47!!!' Pariah staggers to his feet and Jayden goes for the kick, but Norcia grabs Pariah's leg and pulls him out the ring just in time!! The crowd boo as Pariah and Norcia are staggered on the outside but Knight sprints to the ropes and dives through the middle rope and top rope with a tope con helo that wipes out both Norcia and Pariah and ends up with Jayden in the front row of the crowd to a massive crowd pop!! SC: Wow, Jayden Knight puts it all on the line and wipes out both Michael Norcia and John Pariah and half the front row! SJ: That can't be legal! I mean come on! With Manny still bleeding and hurting on the ring apron Jayden hops back over the barricade and picks Pariah up by the hair and rolls him into the ring. Jayden goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a twisting moonsault that brings a huge pop from the crowd, he makes the cover, 1……2…..Pariah kicks out just in time! Jayden quickly gets up and hits the ropes before cracking Pariah in the head with a shining wizard kick, he makes the cover, 1……2….Pariah kicks out just in time again!! The crowd are rocking as Jayden picks Pariah up and plants him with a side slam before pointing to the top turnbuckle! He runs to the corner and hops to the top, but as he does Norcia jumps on the ring apron and shoves him off the top and Jayden falls, crashing down chest first across the ring barricade to a massive crowd reaction!! SC: Ohh Jayden Knight just crashed and burned thanks to Michael Norcia, that could be the turning point here folks, Jayden was looking on course to pick up the big win there! SJ: Give me a break he was nowhere near winning the match! SC: What about the fact that John Pariah was half dead and ripe for the picking then? SJ: Well that's your opinion, anyway, Knight's the one who looks half dead right now! The crowd heat is intense as Norcia rolls Jayden back into the ring and then tags in from Pariah. He hooks Knight in a front face lock and drives knee strikes into his chest before dropping him with a double arm DDT! He rolls Knight over and hooks the leg, 1…….2….Jayden kicks out in time!! Manny is now standing up on the ring apron and starts to try and encourage his partner as Norcia tags to Pariah and then hooks Jayden in a camel clutch! Pariah hits the ropes and then leaps with both feet right into the face of Knight to some big crowd heat!! He makes the cover, 1……2….Jayden kicks out in time! Pariah stands up and tags in Norcia who stands behind Jayden as Pariah hooks him up in a northern lights suplex and then flips him over onto Norcia who is waiting with his knee in a back breaker position and Knight lands right across his knee!! The crowd 'ohh' as Jayden writhes in the ring as Norcia makes the cover, 1……2……Manny dives in a breaks the pin to a big crowd reaction!! Pariah comes back into the ring as the referee looses all control, Pariah goes for a big running boot on Manny but he catches him and sends him over head with a big leg trap over head suplex! Manny jumps up but Norcia is waiting with a sick looking half nelson suplex on Rodriguez!! Norcia is up but so is Knight and he cracks him in the face with the 'JK-47' to a massive crowd pop but Pariah is up and he grabs Jayden and spikes him with a double underhook brainbuster!! All four men are down in the middle of the ring as the crowd go insane for the action they've seen!! SC: My God what an exchange of moves and all four men are down and out!! What a match we are witnessing here folks! SJ: That was frigging awesome!! How the hell are they going to recover from those moves?! Manny rolls away from the middle of the ring to his own corner as Norcia does the same in the opposite corner. Pariah and Jayden are both down and hurting as the referee starts to count both men! The crowd are going nuts chanting for Jayden who slowly starts to move and rolls over onto his stomach as Pariah does the same. Manny is up in his corner and still bleeding from the head as Norcia struggles up to his feet. All four men have taken a hell of a beating in the match and it really shows as they struggle against the referee's count. Jayden starts to crawl to his corner as Pariah begins to do the same with the referee's count at 5. They both crawl along the mat to their corner as the crowd scream encouragement. With the count at 8 Jayden finally reaches his corner and tags out to Manny while Pariah does the same to Norcia!! They both hit the ring and start trading vicious forearm shots to the head but Manny is able to get the advantage and back Norcia against the ropes, he whips him off the ropes and then catches him with a drop toe hold, Norcia hits the mat and Manny quickly turns it into a STF which has the crowd going nuts and chanting at Norcia to tap out! The referee is down and asking him if he submits but Norcia shakes his head and tries to move nearer the ropes as Manny increases the pressure!! Norcia stretches out with his right arm so Manny shifts the move up, trapping the arm in a cross face!! Norcia is yelling in pain as Manny leans back on the hold but Norcia won't submit! The crowd are losing their minds as Norcia is able to move his body and stretch with his free left arm, but Manny spots this and hooks the free arm with his leg and turns the move into a rings of Saturn submission which brings a huge crowd reaction!! Just as it looks like Norcia is going to tap out, Pariah dives on top of them and breaks up the move!! The crowd boo like hell but Jayden is in the ring and he goes for the 'JK-47' but Pariah pulls the referee in front of him and he takes the superkick right to the face knocking him out cold!!! SC: Oh what a kick from Jayden Knight the referee is out of it! SJ: Now's the chance come on Norcia, Pariah, put these two bastards away! SC: Will you stop!? Jayden looks down at the referee but that gives Pariah time to drill him with a spinning powerbomb to a ton of crowd heat. Manny is up and he grabs Pariah and heaves him up onto his shoulders for 'The Inevitable' which brings a huge crowd pop, but Norcia is up and he smashes Manny with a mafia kick to the face!! Manny drops Pariah and staggers backwards as Norcia throws Jayden out of the ring and to the floor. Pariah is up and he haves Manny up onto his shoulders for a splash mountain/razors edge and holds him in place while Norcia hits the ropes and then leaps, hooking Manny around the head and driving him into the mat with a neck breaker!! The crowd 'ohh' at the impact as Manny clutches at the back of his head. Norcia points to the outside as Pariah nods his head and then slides out under the ring and grabs two chairs. SC: I think Pariah and Norcia have evil intentions here, they've got two steel chairs in the ring. SJ: Here we go, this is it, Tag Titles coming home to The Illuminati, can you feel it? Jayden is still down and hurting on the outside as Pariah opens one of the chairs and sets it up near the corner. Norcia drags a very bloody Manny to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle before making the cut throat gesture to some massive crowd heat. He lifts Manny onto his shoulders and looks to be going for a death valley driver from the top, but suddenly Manny starts to fight off the move and he is able to wriggle free and stand on the top rope in front of Norcia. Pariah grabs Manny by the legs and lifts him up onto his shoulders in a doomsday device position as the crowd gasp!! Norcia looks to climb onto the top rope but Manny fires off rapid punches to the head of Pariah and then in an amazing move snaps him over with a hurricanranna then rolls into a sick looking cross arm breaker to a huge crowd pop!!! Pariah is tapping like a mad man but to no avail as Norcia looks on dumbfounded from the top turnbuckle, as suddenly Jayden is on the ring apron!! He leaps in one motion onto the top rope and then up onto Norcia's shoulders before flipping him off the top with a hurricanranna of his own that crashes Norcia back first onto the steel chair from the top!! The crowd pop is massive as Norcia rolls around the ring clutching at his back!! SC: My God The Novas just saved their skins there and what a sick landing by Michael Norcia onto that steel chair from the top turnbuckle! SJ: Someone needs to wake this referee up, this isn't right. SC: Did you cheer when the referee got knocked out? SJ: Yeah but that was then and this is now and The Novas are cheating! Manny lets go of the cross arm breaker on Pariah and then helps Jayden to his feet. Manny rubs some of the blood from his eyes and then pitches Norcia to the floor before turning to Pariah. Manny points to the outside and Jayden nods his head. The referee now starts to come around as Jayden kicks the twisted chair out of the ring and then picks the other chair up. Manny heaves Pariah up onto his shoulder in the doomsday device position as Jayden stands on the ring apron with the chair in hand! He sees the referee coming to and drops the chair before hopping onto the top rope and then hitting a spring board doomsday device to a massive crowd pop!!! Jayden makes the cover on Pariah, 1………2…….Norcia breaks it up just in time!!! SC: I thought that was it and so did this crowd!! What a move by Project Nova!! SJ: Norcia and Pariah aren't out of it yet! Norcia slams some right hands into the face of Jayden before throwing him through the ropes. Pariah is looking totally dazed as Norcia helps him to his feet. Manny charges but Norcia gets a drop toe hold and Manny crashes face first into the exposed turn buckle for a second time in the match!! Norcia sets him up for a powerbomb and Pariah is waiting as Norcia brings Manny down with the powerbomb, Pariah leaps up driving both knees into Manny's back for a powerbomb/back cracker combination!!! Norcia makes the cover, 1……..2…….Jayden breaks up the pin attempt at the last possible second to a huge crowd reaction!! SC: New Champions! No!! Jayden in with the save just in the nick of time! SJ: THAT WAS THREE DAMN IT!!! SC: This crowd are going crazy, what a damn match!! All four men struggle to get to their feet with Jayden and Michael Norcia being first. Jayden ducks a right hand from Norcia and is able to hit a swinging neckbreaker on him! Manny is up and looking in a lot of pain but he is able to block a lariat from Pariah and then score with a back drop driver that dumps Pariah on the back of his head. Jayden tries to whip Norcia into the ropes, but he reverses it and Jayden hits the ropes, but hangs on! Norcia charges and Jayden back drops him over the top rope and to the floor to a huge crowd pop! Pariah has staggers to his feet and he eats a huge 'JK-47' to a massive crowd pop!! He spins around right into a huge spear from Manny that brings another massive pop from the crowd!! Jayden points to the top rope as Manny brings Pariah to his feet and sets him up in position for a vertabreaker!! The crowd roar as Jayden stands on the top turnbuckle as Manny gets in position in front of him, Jayden leaps with a leg drop as Manny drives Pariah down with the vertabreaker and the crowd pop huge for The Novas famed 'Star Destroyer!!!!' Norcia is on the ring apron as Jayden shoves him to the floor again as Manny makes the cover on Pariah, the crowd counts along with the referee, 1……….2……….3!!!! The crowd pop is huge as The Novas retained the Tag Team Titles in a huge match! SC: They came in here tonight with the world watching and once again Project Nova have proved they are the best damn tag team in the world!! That Star Destroyer puts them all away! SJ: This wasn't supposed to happen! SC: Well it did, Michael Norcia tried everything to win this match but Pariah was out of his depth in the end! A fantastic effort by Norcia but in the end the team work and experience of The Novas proved too much! What a match and what a Title defence for Project Nova!! The crowd are going crazy as Manny and Jayden hold the Tag Title belts up as Norcia drags the unconscious John Pariah out the ring! Manny and Jayden stand on the middle turnbuckles and salute the crowd to a huge reaction! Winners, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Project Nova (BACKSTAGE THE EMT AREA IS FULL OF THREE OF THE MEN WHO WERE COMPETITNG FOR THE HARDCORE TITLE. PHENOM IS HOLDING A BANDAGE ON HIS HEAD WHICH IS BLEEDING A LOT. ROBERTS IS SIPPING ON AN INDIAN BEER CALLED 'COBRA' AND UNDOING HIS KNEE BRACE AND TORCH IS LYING ON THE MEDICAL BED HAVING AN INJURED BACK SEEN TO. ALL OF A SUDDEN TREMERE WALKS IN THE DOOR WITH THE HARDCORE TITLE SLUNG OVER HIS SHOULDER. AARON ROBERTS GETS UP.) AR: 24/7 RULE!!!! (HE SMASHES THE BEER BOTTLE INTO TREMERE'S HEAD. TREMERE TAKES A FEW STEPS BACK AS HE HOLDS HIS HANDS UP.) T: Wait a second...and if you still want to kick my ass after then fine... (THE COBRA PONDERS THIS FOR A MOMENT AND SLITHERS BACK TO HIS CHAIR.) T: Tonight I saw one of the greatest performances from you guys I have ever seen...seriously...you know how hard it was to retain this belt. But I ain't here for ass kissing time, I hear to relay a message. Fact of the matter is this, I might be the Hardcore Champion, but between the four of us we make up the most elite group in wrestling...WE CAN BRING HARDCORE BACK TO THE T.F.W.F.! (THE OTHER THREE LOOK AT HIM ROBERTS DOWNS A BOTTLE OF COBRA AND THROWS THE BOTTLE AT TREMERE AGAIN!) P: Hang on Roberts...he has a point...we got four guys sitting elsewhere enjoying champagne...living off of Ian Monks, this is exactly what the revolution needs...THE HARDCORE HAVEN! (THIS GETS A MASSIVE CROWD POP. TORCH HOPS OFF THE BED AND LOOKS AT THE OTHER THREE.) T: Let's go to work... (THE FOUR MEN BURST OUT OF THE EMT ROOM TO A HUGE CROWD POP!) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Is this the return of the Hardcore Haven? SJ: I am sure Joey Lupino is impressed before his big match to find Phenom is dumping him for a couple of barbwire freaks… SC: Lupino has been out on his own sometime now Snoop and tonight is no different…speaking of out on his own, since his injury we have been waiting for the return to the ring of Rhys Pect against his toughest match yet…Tyler Boyd… T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match Rhys Pect (c) vs Tyler Boyd [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH FOOTAGE OF PECT SCORING THE WIN FOR HIS TEAM AT AA8 OVER ICONIC. WE SEE THE POST MATCH SITUATION WITH ICONIC GETTING THE ADVANTAGE AND BEATING DOWN PECT, STREET AND BOYD. THE WORDS 'A CHANGING OF THE GUARD' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE THE FOOTAGE WITH IAN MONKS TURNING ON PECT AND STREET. WE SEE BOYD FORMING 'THE ILLUMINATI' AND THEIR SUBSEQUENT BEAT DOWNS AND RUN-INS AGAINST PECT. WE SEE BOYD ANNOUNCING THE IC TITLE MATCH AT ICE STORM AND PECT'S ACCEPTANCE OF THE CHALLENGE. THE WORDS 'A MAN BETRAYED NOW SEEKS REVENGE' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE PECT HITTING HIS SIGNATURE MOVES AND LOOKING INTENSE. THE WORDS 'A NEW COMER WITH A HUNGER FOR POWER' ACCOMPANY FOOTAGE OF TYLER BOYD HITTING HIS BIG MOVES AND MARSHALLING THE TROOPS IN 'THE ILLUMINATI.' THE FOOTAGE THEN SHOWS THE IC TITLE AS THE WORDS 'WILL THE CHAMPION PUT THE NEW POWER IN HIS PLACE?" AS WE SEE PECT HOLDING THE IC BELT UP IN THE AIR. THE WORDS 'A FIRST TITLE IS WITHIN HIS GRASP' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE BOYD STANDING OVER PECT AFTER A BEAT DOWN ON HIM. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO PECT AND BOYD NOSE TO NOSE WITH THE IC TITLE BELT AS THEIR BACK DROP.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship… (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'ENCORE' - JAYZ & LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (MAJOR CROWD HEAT. A GOLD PYRO EFFECT ENGULFS THE ARENA WITH THE SLOGAN 'THE MAIN ATTRACTION' FLYING ACROSS THE T.A.T.. BOYD WALKS OUT WEARING A T-SHIRT SAYING 'I GOT MY OWN WALK OF FAME' HE GETS INTO THE RING AND POSES AS MORE PYROS GO OFF.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Beverley Hills, California...weighing 235 pounds... 'The Main Attraction' Tyler Boyd!!! SC: As we said earlier he is the number one contender for the RKW title, he is also the number one contender tonight for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship…Boyd might well be having a very Merry Xmas. SJ: I think so, you see here is the man who has been on a role since he entered the T.F.W.F. and tonight caps an impressive year when he becomes the IC Champ. JH: And his opponent… *REQUIEM' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. GOLD PYRO FILLS THE ENTRANCE WAY AS ALEXANDRA EMERGES FROM THE HAZE. SHE HOLDS HER ARMS OUT AS RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE SMOKE. HE YANKS THE HAND OF ALEXANDRA AS THE COUPLE MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Alexandra Mitchell...from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion…Rhys Pect!!! SC: The IC Champion for nearly 6 months since that famous victory at Dependence Day 8, but with injuries at the hands of Illuminati and this his first competitive match since Autumn Annihilation is the Champion in top physical condition. SJ: Almost immaterial because he is facing Tyler Boyd and whatever condition Pect is in we are going to have a brand new IC Champion tonight, I guarantee… Rhys Pect and Tyler Boyd are on opposite sides of the ring with a big buzz rolling around the arena. The referee walks over and checks Pect for any illegal weapons, and Rhys obliges the ref, allowing the search with the referee finding nothing illegal. The official turns toward Boyd and walks across the ring toward the Illuminati member. Boyd stares at the ref as he approaches and informs the ref that he had better not lay his hands on a man of his standing. The ref informs Tyler that he has to check him for the match to start. Once again, to the dismay of the crowd Boyd refuses. Pect looks annoyed from across the ring. The referee tries once more to approach Boyd but he cocks his hand back as if to strike the official, causing him to jerk backward and attempt to cover up. The ref points at Boyd, obviously becoming very impatient. Boyd turns toward the corner and flashes the Illuminati hand sign to the crowd, which is met and returned by a chorus of boos and heat. SC: The fans aren't enjoying the actions of Tyler Boyd one bit here. I have to say I wish he would just put his arrogance aside for a few minutes and let the ref. check him so the match can even begin. SJ: That isn't arrogance, Scoop, that's brilliance. Boyd is getting in Pect's head, and I think before too long those injured ribs and the mind games are going to get to the IC champ. SC: I tend to doubt that. Rhys looks to have had enough here and it appears he isn't going to be waiting for the official to check Tyler Boyd! As soon as Boyd flashes the hand signal to the crowd Rhys makes his move. He charges full bore toward Boyd and drops down just in time to bring the Illuminati member to his back with a school boy roll up. 1... Boyd is up quickly as is Pect. Boyd charges at Pect this time, and he has an answer for him. Pect rolls Tyler over with a arm drag, sending him rolling across the ring and into the ropes. The crowd pop is big as Pect returns to his feet as Boyd does as well with a look of frustration on his face. Boyd charges towards the champ again, but this time finds his face firmly into the mat thanks to a Rhys Pect drop toe hold. Boyd gets up, and once again is met with quick tactics from Pect in the form of a back slide which leaves Tyler Boyd in a pinning predicament for the second time in the opening moments of this match. 1... Boyd once again kicks free from the move and slams his fit to the mat while looking up toward Pect. Rhys, who is already to his feet has his arms raised into the air, much to the delight of the crowd, and is looking toward Tyler Boyd with a grin acrossed his face. SC: Some quick thinking from Rhys Pect and Tyler Boyd has found his shoulders against the mat twice already. SJ: That's just a fluke. Just wait until Tyler Boyd gets warmed up here, then we'll talk about whose shoulders have been against the mat. Tyler Boyd steps to his feet and walks toward a still grinning Rhys Pect. The two exchange a few words before Boyd unleashes a slap to the face of the champ that echoes all over the arena and is met with "ooh's" from the crowd. Pect keeps his head turned for a moment, the grin now conspicuously absent from his face. Rhys nods his head a few times and turns back to face Boyd, who still doesn't look any happier, even with smacking the taste from Pect's mouth. As soon as Rhys' face is aligned with Boyd's, Tyler lowers his head and levels Pect with a devastating head butt to the bridge of his nose. Rhys is holding his face while laying on his stomach. Boyd glares at his fallen foe. The crowd is going wild with jeers and general hate toward Tyler Boyd. Seconds pass until Boyd begins to attack the injured midsection of the champion, Rhys Pect. Boyd lifts his foot high above Rhys' midsection and brings it down onto the middle of Pect's back. A second time and Rhys is rolling around the mat trying anything to make the pain subside. Boyd looks down at Pect and back up toward the audience. He straddles Pect, who is once again on his stomach, and flashes the Illuminati sign to rile the crowd up even more than it already is. Pect is beginning to pull himself up when Tyler Boyd jumps up, and comes crashing down with all of his weight onto the back of his opponent, causing him to plummet back to the canvas. Boyd cracks a smile at the pain he is inflicting on his former team mate. He grabs Rhys by the hair and hauls him onto all fours for a second time. Again, Boyd leaps into the air and comes crashing down onto the back of the intercontinental champion. SC: Rhys Pect seemed to have things pretty well under control, that is until that vicious head butt from Boyd. SJ: What did I tell you? Just let Boyd get warmed up and it's all down hill from there. Need an example, Scoop? Just look in that ring. SC: I wouldn't call a shot like Pect took an ethical move. He was blindsided after he was slapped acrossed the face. SJ: Ethical or not, Tyler Boyd is in the process of making Rhys Pect his bitch, and I, for one, think it's for the best. The crowd continues to hurl abuse toward the ring, and more specifically Tyler Boyd. For a second time Boyd pulls Rhys' hair and forces him to all fours. Then for the third time he jumps into the air, and comes crashing, full forced into the back of Pect. Instead of this time going back to his feet Boyd sits on the back of Pect and locks his hands around the champ's throat, synching in a camel clutch. The crowd goes nuts as Pect flails his arms and claws and tries what he can to get Boyd off of him. The referee kneels down to check on Rhys, asking him if he wants to give up. Rhys refuses once. Boyd sits back even further, causing even more pain, and possibly even more damage to the midsection of Rhys Pect. Pect cries out in pain. Somehow, with the full weight of another man on his back, Rhys begins to inch his way toward the ropes. Inch by inch he crawls, and the further he goes, the more the crowd get behind him and cheer him on. Boyd pulls the hold back as far as he can, and moves his feet so that he is pushing them off the bottom rope, both extending it further out of Pect's reach, and causing the hold to go on even tighter. SC: Not many men can't withstand a hold like that, but then again Rhys Pect is not like most men. SJ: Yeah, most men have a peni… SC: Will you stop it! Boyd has the camel clutch locked in incredibly deep. Rhys reaches for the ropes with all he has as the referee begins his count. 1...2...3...4... Boyd relinquishes the hold so he avoids disqualification by not breaking the rope break count. Tyler Boyd stalks after the ref, who rolls out of the ring. Boyd points at him and informs him of something in a forceful manner. Tyler turns his attention back to his opponent, who has gotten once again to all fours. Boyd straddles the champ for a second time and lays an elbow into the base of Pect's neck, sending him back to the mat. Boyd places his foot on his upper back and smiles for the crowd, who shower him with hate from every direction. Boyd removes his foot, and Rhys rises up again. Boyd jumps into the air, looking to repeat his offence from earlier in the match, but instead of meeting Rhys' back as he came down, he finds Rhys laying on his back with both feet straight into the air awaiting Boyd to land, and land he does to a super crowd pop. He lands genitals first on the feet of Rhys Pect and it doesn't take him long to find his way to the canvas. SC: Rhys Pect with a fantastic counter, and Tyler Boyd with a slimmer chance of fathering kids. SJ: DISQUALIFICATION! DQ HIS ASS REF! THAT'S BELOW THE BELT! SC: With the way Boyd has treated him through this match I wouldn't be surprised if the ref just "didn't see" that. SJ: What is he blind? SC: When its convenient he is. Boyd is left holding his bits and pieces as Pect finally has a chance to get back to his feet for the first time in a good bit of time. The crowd is white hot at this point. Pect backs into a corner, half resting, half waiting for Boyd to get back up so that he can make his next move. Boyd crawls to his feet when Pect springs into action. Pect launches out of the corner and drops Tyler down with a tremendous clothesline to the elation of the crowd. Boyd once again stands to his feet, a little slower this time and gets met once again by Pect who sends him down with another clothesline. The crowd continue to erupt as Boyd, even slower this time rolls to his feet and staggers his way to being upright. Once standing he is sent right back to the mat for a third time by another clothesline. By this time Boyd is near the ropes as Rhys backs himself against the ropes on the other side of the ring. Tyler Boyd struggles to get up for a fourth time but does, but just can't find the strength to stand upright. He remains bent over, resting when Rhys charges in again. Pect latches onto Boyd around his waist and sunset flips over his foe. Being too close to the ropes, Pect's legs bounce off the ropes and sling shot him backwards, and while still holding onto Boyd, spins around and drops him onto his head in a modified piledriver that sends the crowd into madness. SJ: What the hell was that?! SC: That was the cunning of Rhys Pect in action. He used the ring ropes to get more force behind that massive piledriver. SJ: I think he just lucked out. Had he been a foot further from the ropes Tyler Boyd wouldn't sent him to his ass. SC: I don't know if lucked out is the right term here. It looks like with that injured midsection of Pect that move jarred him a little too much as he is on the mat as well holding his torso. Both Pect and Boyd are down. Pect is rolling around on the mat, trying to get the pain to subside. Boyd hasn't moved much at all since his head was driven into the mat. The referee checks both men and begins his ten count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Boyd begins to stir as Pect has stopped rolling around and has settled onto his stomach, with his arms still protecting himself from the mat. 5... 6... 7... Both men are trying to push themselves up. Boyd has his hands both on the mat in a type of push up position. Pect is on all fours. 8... 9... At nine and a half Pect stands to his feet with Tyler Boyd very shortly behind him. The two half walk, have stumble toward each other and when they meet Boyd is the first to throw, and connect with a right hand. Pect retaliates in the same manner. Boyd is sent reeling a few steps backward. He uses this extra space to put more into his punch as he comes back and cracks Pect in the side of the head, stunning him briefly. Boyd uses this moment to rush in closer and he hooks Rhys around the neck and picks him up just before letting him crash down onto the mat with a nicely executed snap suplex. Boyd returns to his feet quickly as Rhys grabs his already injured back in pain. Tyler grabs at Rhys' hair and brings him back to his feet as well. Boyd gets behind Pect and grabs hold of the waistband on Rhys' tights. Boyd launches and connects with a stiff elbow to the lower back of the champ, sending him forward, only to be pulled right back into another arm by the band around his tights. Boyd repeats the process two more times before letting Pect fall to the mat on the fourth elbow into the lower back. Pect falls to his stomach and uses his arm to try and quell the pain shooting through his back. Boyd kicks his hand away and straddles Pect's lower back, this time on his knees as Pect has his belly to the mat. Boyd takes the point of his elbow and stabs it into the back of Pect and drives and digs it in as far as he can make it go. Pect hollers in pain as Boyd continues to dig that elbow deeper and deeper into the spine of the IC champion. The ref gets down to Rhys' level and asks him if he wants to give. No is his response without hesitation. SC: Once again Rhys Pect refusing to quit here. I think Tyler Boyd is going to have to do a lot more here if he wants to put the champ away. SJ: Tyler Boyd is just messing around with Pect here. If he chose it to be over by now, it would have been. Tyler Boyd gives up the elbow press and stands up, but not before placing his foot atop Pect's head and squashing it into the mat. Boyd flashes the Illuminati signal to the crowd again and walks over and drags Rhys up by his hair. He maneuvers behind the champ and synchs' in an abdominal stretch. The referee immediately gets in position to see if there is a tap out and Boyd wrenches back. The ref drops to a knee and watches the hand of Pect. Pect is flailing his arm around, trying anything he can to break the hold. The crowd is going wild, and begging for Pect not to give up here and now. The referee is in front of the two watching for a submission as Tyler Boyd takes advantage of the situation and leans behind him, and grabs hold of the ropes to a loud chorus of boos from the audience. Pect shouts in pain as the hold is tightened by the cheating. SC: Ref! Look behind them! Pect is going to give up and Boyd is going to cheat to steal this one! SJ: That isn't cheating, he hasn't been caught! Alexandra Mitchell on the outside is yelling to the ref that Boyd is holding the ropes. The referee ignores her and continues to watch for Pect to give up. The crowd still continues to erupt for Pect to break free. Alexandra gets fed up with being ignored and hopes up on the ring apron to get the ref's attention one way or the other. The referee immediately stands up and approaches Alexandra. She points and is yelling for him to break the hold but he insists she gets down first. This intensifies her argument but the ref still refuses to turn his attention back to the match until she is down. This gets her going even more until she hears Rhys yell with pain from in the ring. The look of concern on her face is unmistakable and she finally jumps down. Boyd lets go of the ropes as soon as she does and the ref warns him about the action. He calmly says he never used them and the ref takes a place in front of Rhys again. Boyd once again reaches back and snags the ropes. The crowd shower boos and jeers down toward the ring. On the outside Alexandra begins hitting her hands off the apron, slowly at first, then building up speed. It takes some time but the crowd gets behind her and begin clapping and stomping their feet right along with her, trying to get Rhys worked back into the match. Rhys' hand begins shaking and he starts pumping his fist. Boyd lets go of the ropes and his face turns from confident and cocky to one of shock and a tad of worry. Boyd tries his best to keep the hold on, but the adrenaline rush going through Pect is just too much for him, as he is flipped over Rhys' body and sent to the canvas below one more time. Boyd pops up and is met by a snap suplex from Pect. He lays on the ground briefly as Pect approaches him. Rhys bends over to pick up his opponent, but receives a thumb to the eye for his troubles. SC: What a cheap shot! SJ: That's just good planning. Rhys turns and holds his eye as Boyd rises up. Boyd latches onto Pect and sends him flying with a belly to back suplex, which lays Rhys out. Boyd drops over him and tries of a cover. 1... 2... Thr… Rhys is up as 2 ¾. Boyd brings Pect to his feet and places his head under the champs arm and spins him around in a judgment slam. Pect is down once again. Boyd drops down immediately for the cover. 1... 2... Kick out again, this time at 2 7/8. Boyd sits on his knees as the ref holds up two fingers. Boyd claps his hands three times, showing he thinks it was a 3 count, the referee informs him other wise. Boyd is visibly frustrated. Once again Boyd picks Pect up. He whips Pect towards one set of ropes and takes off toward the side that intersects with those. As Pect arrives at the middle of the ring, still running Boyd blasts him with a clothesline to the side of his head that nearly shoots his boots off. Again Boyd tries for a cover. 1... 2... Thr… And again Pect is out just before the three. Boyd is infuriated as the crowd goes wild. He pounds his hand off the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet and as the ref is signaling that it was only a two count, Boyd grabs the ref and launches him out of the ring, and down on top of Alexandra Mitchell, knocking both people down, and out. SC: My God! Tyler Boyd just dumped the referee out of the ring and onto Alexandra Mitchell! I could be wrong, but I think he meant to do that! SJ: Of Course he meant to do that, Scoop. Tyler Boyd is always thinking. What better way to get an opponent's head off the match and onto other things than by throwing another man at his girl friend? SC: Or he could just make it a fair competition. SJ: How far did you make it in the boy scouts? Tyler Boyd brushes off his hands and smiles from ear to ear toward the crowd. EMT's pour from the back and load Rhys' valet onto a stretcher and cart her away, ignoring the ref. . Boyd looks proud of himself and points and laughs as the EMT's carry Alexandra out. Pect, in this time has gotten to his feet and is standing behind Boyd, seething. Boyd finally turns around and to a huge crowd pop Rhys delivers a kick to the mid section and rips off a huge Perfected and Respected that shakes the ring. A second referee comes flying down the entrance way and slides into the ring. Pect covers Boyd. 1...2...3... Rhys Pect retains the intercontinental championship. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Rhys Pect (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO TIGER YOUNG STANDING WITH KURT DAWSON. THE CROWD POP SEEING YOUNG.) KD: Tiger, the last year has been an emmotional rollercoaster with you...rumours persist, with nagging injuries you are set to hang up the tights? TY: I have considered it... (CROWD SEEM STUNNED.) TY: But then I got a World title to win tonight... (CROWD POP LIKE MAD.) TY: 08' promises to be the year of the Tiger baby...and maybe it doesn't, maybe I need to hang them up tonight...we shall see...all I am going to say is to close out this year, I got one more big time match left in me for 2007. (YOUNG WALKS OFF WITH DAWSON SMILING.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Strong words from Tiger Young there Snoop, and we heard it here first this could well be his final swan song in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: I think it's a case of years of punishment finally taking its toll on Young. SC: Maybe he is thinking of stepping away from the ring and recuperating, we all remember when he came back a few years ago how full of energy he was once more…an emotional Tiger Young with Mahoney McMillian earlier… SJ: Well maybe him and Mike Mitchell can get a retirement condo together… SC: WILL YOU STOP! CAGE MATCH Fallen Angel vs Mike 'The Machine' Mitchell [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH THE WORDS 'A RIVALRY THAT HAS CHANGED BOTH MEN FOREVER' AS WE SEE FOOTAGE WRAPPING UP THE STORY OF FALLEN ANGEL AND MIKE MITCHELL. WE ARE SHOWN DETAILS OF JIM RYAN AND THE REVELATION BY ANGEL THAT MIKE PROVIDED HIM WITH COCAINE THAT CAUSED HIM TO OVERDOSE AND DIE. WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE FIRST MATCH BETWEEN THE TWO WITH ANGEL DOMINATING AGAINST AN EXTREMELY DISTRACTED MIKE MITCHELL. THE WORDS 'BUT EVEN AT HIS LOWEST POINT, MIKE MITCHELL TRIUMPHED' ACCOMPANY THE FOOTAGE OF MIKE WINNING THE FIRST MATCH WITH A SMALL PACKAGE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHOWS DETAILS OF THE ATTACKS BY ANGEL WITH THE STEEL CHAIN AND THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DOG COLLAR MATCH FOR AA8. THE WORDS 'TWO DOGS OF WAR BATTLE IT OUT' ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE AS WE SEE MIKE CHOKING OUT ANGEL WITH THE CHAIN AND VISA VERSA. THE WORDS 'MIKE GOES 2-0' ARE SHOWN AS WE THEN SEE ANGEL HANDCUFFING MIKE TO THE RING ROPES AND FORCING WHISKEY DOWN HIS THROAT. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO ANGEL MAKING THE REVELATION THAT JIM RYAN WAS IN FACT MIKE'S UNCLE. THE WORDS 'A FAMILY SECRET IS REVEALED' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE ANGEL AND MIKE'S FINAL CONFRONTATION AND THE ANNOUNCEMENT BY ANGEL OF THE ALCOHOLIC PAST OF MIKE'S FATHER AND HIS REAL REASONS FOR NOT WANTING MIKE TO BE A WRESTLER WITH HIS BROTHER JIM. THE WORDS 'FINALLY THE WAR WILL END' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE FOOTAGE OF A STEEL CAGE AND THEN FOOTAGE OF ANGEL AND MIKE BRAWLING WITH EACH OTHER. THE WORDS 'SECRETS, LIES, DRUGS, DEATH, FAMILY AND REVENGE' ARE SHOWN AS THE FOOTAGE OF ANGEL AND MITCHELL BRAWLING SPEEDS UP UNTIL IT FINISHES WITH BOTH MEN INSIDE THE STEEL CAGE AND GETTING READY TO BATTLE FOR THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a cage match… (MASSIVE CROWD POP FOR THE MATCH.) *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE* (MEGA HEEL HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! SC: He is down 2 in the series, but it has been said those are mere battles and this is the final conflict in which has been a out right war for the last 6 months in the T.F.W.F. between these two men… SJ: The last two matches count for nothing, tonight its about Mike Mitchell being finished off once and for all…I am on the edge of my seat. SC: We heard from an emotional Mike Mitchell earlier tonight about this contest and what it means to him, where does the winner and loser go from here? SJ: Well Mike Mitchell gets that condo with Tiger Young and Fallen Angel once more goes in search of the Undisputed Championship… JH: And his opponent… *'MIDNIGHT RIDER' - THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND PLAYS* (MEGA FACE POP. MITCHELL WALKS OUT CLAD IN OLD SCHOOL SOUTHERN WRASSLIN' STYLE GARB OF AN EMBROIDERED LEATHER VEST AND A BLACK MEXICANA STYLE BANDANA, BLACK AND WHITE COWBOY BOOTS AND TRADITIONAL BLACK WRESTLING TRUNKS WITH THE LETTERS 'M. M.' MONOGRAMMED ON THE HIP - THE SAME ATTIRE HE WORE BACK IN THE DAY WHEN HE WAS TAGGING WITH JIM RYAN. WITH A PAINED EXPRESSION MIKE STANDS ATOP THE STAGE AND THROWS UP AN 'I LOVE YOU' HAND SIGN WITH ONE ARM TO BOTH SIDES OF THE CROWD AND WITH TWO ARMS AT THE MIDDLE OF THE RAMP. HE SLAPS HIS HAND AGAINST HIS BICEP TO INDICATE HIS MENTOR'S SIGNATURE MOVE AND HEADS DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…'The Midnight Rider'...Mike Mitchell!!! SC: PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPLICATIONS RIGHT HERE AND NOW AND LOOK AT THE FACE OF FALLEN ANGEL! HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS AT ALL SNOOP! SJ: When the hell did this substitution happen? Wheres Mike Mitchell… SC: You idiot! That is vintage Mike Mitchell tonight The Machine is The Midnight Rider and if he connects with Jim Ryan's 'Northern Lariat' it could be curtains for Fallen Angel. SJ: This is like a really bad episode of Stars In Their Eyes…whats he going to do next go under the ring and come out as Darth Vader? Alright, this is all what it comes down to. No mind games, no sneak attacks, nothing. Just two men, one issue, and one need for resolution. Now, lets get it on with the steel, blood, and madness. Angel forgoing his distraction mind-game tactics for tonight and getting straight into the match. Perhaps the cage is a bit too constricting now. Perhaps he now realizes his failures and it's time to get down to business. Both men circle the ring waiting for an opening. The crowd starts up with Mitchell chants. From a slow simmer to a rolling boil. The fans showing their support Mitchell stops in his tracks. Dressed in Jim Ryan gear as tribute he then begins clapping with them and stomping. But, instead of chanting "Mitchell" he chants "Jim Ryan". As loud as he can. It's a tough struggle but throughout the audience joins with him. Before the chants even get their chance to build up they're killed off by Angel who charges towards Mitchell and levels him with a running knee. The audience break into boos which only intensify as Angel shrugs. SJ: Ha! Angel doing what he does best and shutting that little punk Mitchell down. SC: Oh, come on. These little brown nose antics are beginning to piss me off. You know what, I respect Mike Mitchell. I mean, the guy actually encourages people to live their dreams rather than profitting off of trying to kill them, like Fallen Angel. SJ: Look, What Mike Mitchell is doing is very unhealthy. There's a thin line from living in a fantasy childhood dream world and schizophrenia, Scoop. Always remember that. Angel drops an elbow drop onto Mitchell. Making sure to keep him down. He then proceeds with a few vicious stomps to his sternum. He then grabs Mitchell by the hair and to his feet. He then hits a European upper cut. Not knocking Mitchell to his feet but setting him up for next move. Angel then grabs Mitchell and tosses him quickly onto his shoulders. Fireman's carry but Mitchell kicks and kicks and forces Angel to drop him. He then lands on his feet and gets some kicks to the gut. He then sets up Angel for a lateral suplex. He goes to lift once but Angel grabs onto the ropes and weighs him down. He goes for it twice but Angel does the same. Angel then reverses into a suplex of his own. Angel to his feet first and brings Mitchell with him. Angel goes for the whip but it's reversed Mitchell ducks on the rebound hoping to get something big on the big man but Angel stops himself and grabs Mitchell into a gutwrench. He then lands a double knee to his face. He then lifts him up in powerbomb position and charges forward. Running powerbomb Angel using his mammoth power to charge forward and throw Mitchell over the ropes and into the caging. The audience ooh as Mitchell crashes against the caging and falls between the ropes. Crumpling down to the apron. Angel then bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a running boot through the second and top rope. Sandwiching Mitchell's head and his sole. Angel then reaches over the top rope and pulls Mitchell up. Mitchell still between the ropes and caging. Angel then charges to the opposite ropes and comes back avalanching Mitchell into the cage. Avery gruesome sight as Mitchell is crushed and falls to the ground. Angel then reaches under the ropes and pulls Mitchell from under. He then goes for the pin. 1...2... Just on 2 Mitchell kicks out. Angel grabs Mitchell by the hair and brings him up again. He then sets him up for an Exploder suplex. One of Angel's favorite moves. He then goes for another. 1...2... Mitchell kicks out about the same. Angel up and drops the leg. 1...2.. Mitchell out in even less time. Angel then grabs Mitchell by the hair again and brings him up to his feet again. Angel getting cocky about it sets Mitchell up for the 'Cradle of Darkness'. But Mitchell reverses with a hurricarana before he can get him hooked in. 1...2... Angel kicks out just a shade under 3. Both make their way to their feet at the same time. Angel goes for a clothesline but Mitchell ducks. Mitchell then charges to the ropes opposite and flips back landing a lionsault into a reverse DDT. 1...2.... Angel kicks out. SC: Pretty fast paced match so far. Both competitors delivering some of their top moves from the repertoire. I'm getting the feeling this one is going to be a long enduring one. Guessing they figure they should get out their good ones while they can. SJ: Yes, the war on drugs never ends. SC: War on drugs? Let me guess, Angel is leading the charge. SJ: Yes, he certainly is. SC: Oh, come now. What a hypocrite. SJ: Well... I'm not quite sure what you mean about that. But, The last person EVER I would associate with drugs is Fallen Angel. Mitchell is the first one up. Angel becomes the recipient of a shinning wizard kick before he can make it to his feet. Angel tries to make his way up again but Mitchell drops a Busaiku Knee Kick knocking him back down. Mitchell then goes over to the turnbuckle and climbs. Stalking Angel waiting for him to get to his feet. Angel does and Mitchell lunges forward attempting a flying clothesline. Angel, however, catches him in the air and drops him into a spinebuster. 1....2... Mitchell kicks out. Angel then grabs Mitchell by the hair and throws him into the caging. He brings him back and slams him in again. Angel then scops Mitchell up and lands a shoulderbreaker. 1...2... Mitchell kicks out. Angel brings Mitchell to his feet and goes for a whip but Mitchell reverses it. On the rebound Mitchell lands a dropkick. Mitchell then grabs Angel by the hair and brings him to his feet. He goes for a DDT but Angel reverses into a release northern lights. Angel then steps forward to the caging and begins climbing. Mitchell is up to quick though as he runs towards Angel and grabs him trying to pull him off. Angel only gets say about a foot up and begins kicking Mitchell away. He succeeds but drops down and spins trying to hit a spinning lariat. Mitchell ducks and hits an enziguri. Mitchell then to his feet again and hits a DDT onto Angel. Mitchell then climbs the caging pulling himself onto the top rope. He then jumps back from the top rope landing a reverse shooting star. Massive pop for the suprisingly showy aerial move from Mike Mitchell. 1...2... Angel kicks out. SC: Mitchell and Angel pulling out all of the stops here. Mitchell with an incredible reverse shooting star press onto Angel from the ropes. I think at this point both men know what's at stake here and have brought their A-game. Maybe pull out a little surprise here and there. Each looking for that one opening to give the definitive advantage. Both make their way to their feet about the same time. Mitchell goes for a kick to the gut but it's caught. He then goes for another enziguri. Angel ducks the enziguri. Mitchell then spins back to hit a reverse enziguri. Angel ducks that too. Mitchell then comes back with an enziguri back the other way and it's ducked as well. Angel then throws Mitchell's foot up flipping him to the mat. Angel then jumps forward landing an elbow drop into a headlock. He grips in tightly quickly and wrenches. Even doing a bit of the back arching bit. Proving he's Fallen Fucking Angel and it doesn't matter how big he is. He'll play this however he wants. Mitchell squirms a bit at first. A bit less as it progresses. Mitchell tries to fight out of it but it becomes hopeless. His light grows dim. Angel putting massive torque on the neck and lower back. The ref hovers around to see if he's out of it. And for awhile it seems that way. In fact, so much that it seems the ref has taken it in his power to lift the arm. 1.... The audience boo. Angel being the cocky bastard he is gives them a nice little grin. 2... The audience strum up their support for Mitchell. But, sadly, he doesn't show anything. The strumming intensifies. 3... wait, no, who'd of thunk it? Mitchell stops his arm and his arms start shaking. Angel shows some legit fear here. As Mitchell begins to power up and out. Slamming his fists into Angel's ribs. He then begins to fight up his way to his feet. Slamming more fists and he's almost there. Mitchell like a madman as Angel struggles to keep the headlock in. Mitchell's brawling intensifies even more. To the point where he BREAKS FREE! Angel releases the hold and Mitchell tries to jet to the ropes but Angel grabs Mitchell by the hair and pulls him back into the headlock. The audience boos but Mike powers out again. He then tries to pull away but Angel pulls him by the hair back again. The heat intensifies. Angel then jumps forward into a bulldog and we're back to square one. SJ: Oh... look at technical expert Mike Mitchell. Look at him there not even able to reverse that headlock. Hey, Mikey, great job! You're the next Rirckles Steamship! I tell ya, if Shane Anderson was here today he'd slap the taste out of his mouth for ever calling himself a technical expert! SC: Thanks for the opinion, Snoop. Real productive... Angel himself begins to bring his way up. Making sure to do so slowly, cautiously, can't risk Mitchell being able to break this headlock. He's to his feet and drops a headlocked Russian leg-sweep. Knocking the wind out of Mitchell completely. Angel, ofcourse, is the first man to pull himself up. A bit exhausted but he does so. Mitchell is still down. Angel sees this as an opportunity and begins to scale the cage. Very slowly though. Mitchell makes his way up but just a little bit later. Angel is already half-way up the cage and Mitchell shakes the cobwebs out. Angel nearly making his way to the top when Mitchell charges towards the ropes and leaps onto them. Trying to hook in Angel for a German superplex off of the ropes. Angel however keeps his grasp on the cage tight. Angel hits some elbows to Mitchell causing him to fall down. Luckily he lands on his feet. Unluckily Angel pulls himself onto the top of the cage. But we all know Mike Mitchell he jumps onto the ropes and begins climbing as fast as he can. Trying to frantically get to the top before Angel climbs down. Angel begins his climb but Mitchell gets there before. He reaches over and grabs Angel by the hair. Pulling himself to the top with his free hand and feet. Angel gets some fierce jabs to the jaw. Mitchell pretty much has to ignore them and take them unblocked. He does and he begins to pull Angel up. Back to the top of the cage. Tons of brawling but eventually he makes it. Once he gets him there Mitchell lands a kick to the gut. He then sets Angel up for a huge superplex. He goes for it but Angel is to heavy. He weighs himself down. He tries again but still nothing. Angel then reverses it and tosses Mitchell up onto his shoulders. But, the misbalance in weight causes Angel to fall ass first onto the caging. Causing the audience to gasp at the near fall. Mitchell then begins to struggle his way off of Angel's shoulders and onto the cage top. He gets some knees to the face and some various other strikes to weaken Angel down. He then climbs down a bit to the top rope. Hooking Angel in a superplex position again. As if to superplex Angel(sitting on top of the cage) from standing on the ropes. But, we don't quite get a superplex. What we get instead is one of the most visicous moves ever seen by man. Mitchell fallls back pulling Angel down with him and landing a sadistic brainbuster DDT. Possibly a variation of his own 'Angel Death Drop'. Landing Angel straight on his cranium and folding his spine like an accordian. The audience ooh at the utter sickness of the move. SC: Oh my God! Did you just see that? SJ: What did something important happen? *Snoop says pulling his eyes away from the audience behind him*. SC: Mitchell just landed one of the most sadistic moves I've ever seen. From the ropes he pulled Fallen Angel from the top of the cage and landed a super brainbuster DDT. SJ: Ah! If that's the case, there's this one hot chick in front row. I'm going to go back to staring at her tits. *Snoop turns back and the 'hot chick', who is right behind the announce table, by a grand total of maybe a yard's distance away, pours her beer onto his head and leaves.* Mitchell up to his feet well before Angel. But he doesn't look like his intention is escaping. He's not in this to win this. He's in this to hurt Angel. And that's what he is going to god damn well do. Mitchell grabs Angel and brings the big lug up. He then pulls him over to the cage door. On the way there he points to have the cage door opened. He then places Angel between the ropes and his head into the opened cage door. He then grabs onto the cage door and pulls it back slamming the mesh into his face. A pop for Mitchell. Who sends Angel a message that 'Escape is not an option'. Mitchell then stalks his pray. Angel is up and he is back down with a superkick. Mitchell stalks again. Same sequence. He then backs into the turnbuckle and jumps up onto the second rope. Sitting atop. He grabs Angel and brings him up. Hoping to set him up for a tornado DDT. He does and goes for it but as he spins Angel spins him out and with a quick boost of energy charges him halfway across the ring into the caging. Angel then spins him to the side and lands into a backbreaker. Before both crumble to the ground. Evening this match up once again. SC: Hmmm... A very different dynamic in this match than the matches before. Seems Mitchell has recovered a bit of his confidence back. SJ: Angel's just warming up. SC: Yeah, sure... Both make their way to their feet at about the same time. Angel charges first trying to get a sadistic snap lariat but Mitchell ducks it and heads to the ropes. On the rebound Mitchell goes for a back elbow. Doesn't knock him down. He then jumps to his feet and does the same. Knocks Angel down to the ropes but he bounces up off the second rope and comes back with a lariat clothesline. Bet it makes Angel smile he did that one. Anyway Mitchell is down. Angel now ready to do whatever in his power to stop it. Including, reaching into his boot and pulling out a concealed weapon. Brass knuckles. He then places the brass knuckles onto his fist. Mitchell makes his way up. The knux help him on his way down. Angel then jumps down and grabs the lifeless Mitchell by the hair. He pulls his way back and begins leveling him with some sadistic knuckled rights to his unexposed forehead. A very vicious sight as Angel brings Mitchell to blood. Angel then grabs Mitchell by the hair and brings him up. Never losing grasp of the hair. Long wind up and another knuckled punch to the face. Mitchell falls to his knees. He would to the ground but Angel is still holding him up by his hair. Long wind up. Another. Angel then brings Mitchell over to the ropes and wraps him up into them. Angel charges to the ropes opposite and comes back with a running knee. He then begins to lay some more shots to his face. Mitchell's arms tied in the ropes so he's helpless to this brutal assault. Angel's work is done so he takes off the knux and tosses them over the cage into the crowd. The crowd tosses them back. Suddenly a chant of 'Fuck you Angel' begins to break out. Angel smiles. SJ: Finally Fallen Angel gets the thank you chant he deserves for such a long tenure of entertaining the fans. Angel with some stomps to the ribs of the helpless, bloodied, Mike Mitchell. He then unwraps the ropes and Mike Mitchell hobbles around in a daze. Angel grabs him by the forehead and lays a meticulously projected punch knocking Mitchell down again. AN: Oh the fun isn't over yet! Angel screams to the camera as it passes by. Just catching onto the mic. Angel then walks over to the turnbuckle and it seems that the brass knuckles weren't the only trick he had. He then signals one of the members of security who nods and walks over to the cage. Producing a chain from somewhere he tosses it, having to really put his shoulder into it. over the top and into the ring. Angel picks up the chain. Then mouthes the words "Aw... Memories!" To massive heat. He then walks over to Mitchell and begins leveling him with some vicious chain shots to the back and ribs. Angel grabs Mitchell by the hair and brings him to his feet. He then tosses him onto his shoulders and drops him into a gutbuster. He then lifts him up again and tosses him with a fallaway slam into the caging. Angel then walks over to Mitchell and grabs him by the hair and pulls him out from under. He then brings him over to the turnbuckle and sets him atop it. Angel then begins to scale the cage. He brings himself to the top and walks his way over to the caged corner behind the turnbuckle with Mike Mitchell rests. He then reaches over and begins to pull his way up. Angel obviously going for something really vicious here as both are standing on top of the cage. Angel then gives Mitchell a good kick and throws him up in Gorilla Press Slam position. Aiming to throw him a good 30 plus feet into the canvas below. Probably will be the match ender if he hits it but... Mitchell's fire. Mitchell's spirit. It kicks in again. Mitchell begins kicking and struggling. Angel tries to hold him but can't. Mitchell with some uncharacteristic tactics. Scratches and claws to the face and eyes. Well, not something he will probably be proud of later, but maybe it's a side of Mitchell, created by the hell Angel is sending him through, a dark side, that is reflecting back to Angel. Mitchell screams as he begins to poke at the eyes of Angel. Angel falters and drops Mitchell. As he falls down Mitchell hooks Angel's arm and into a front crucifix. Be very careful of the next sequence because it's kind of complicated. Mitchell flips Angel to the side with a front crucifix hiptoss(for lack of better term). Angel flips over the side, with Mitchell, and lands ass first onto the ropes. Mitchell lands on his shoulders. Angel then bounces off of the ropes and the momentum sends him flipping into a Green Bay Plunge, accidentally incidentally. Both land on the mat hard and are out. The audience go absolutely ape shit for the sequence. SC: Holy God! Alright the slate is clean. Both men are down. Angel is up first with Mitchell just barely following. Angel then runs over and gets a kick to the gut. He then grabs Mitchell by the hair and throws him into the caging. Not knocking him down but leaving him dizy. He then picks him up hoping to get a bodyslam but Mitchell hooks the legs and reverses taking Angel down into an legscissors arm bar. He goes to hook it in but Angel slams his fingertips into the canvas and crawls his way across the ring like a cockroach. He grabs the top rope when he gets to the ropes and pulls his way up. Mitchell tries to hook in the hold but Angel lifts his arm up and Mitchell comes with it. He then drops him down into a one armed powerbomb. Angel then up to his feet and grabs Mitchell by the hair. He brings him to his feet and irish whip. On the rebound Angel grabs Mitchell up and goes for a back body drop. But Mitchell lands on his feet. He then rushes over to the ropes and on the rebound goes for a lariat but it's ducked by Angel who finds himself in motion as well. He bounces off of the ropes and on the rebound goes for a lariat of his own. Mitchell ducks as well. Mitchell then tries the same lariat the other way. But Angel ducks it. Angel then tries the same but Mitchell ducks it. The crowd pop as the two continue charging. This goes on one sequence once more. But ends ultimately with them lariating each other. To a huge pop. Somehow, Mitchell gets the most of it and rolls over for the pin. 1...2... Angel kicks out. Mitchell then makes his way to his feet and steps towards the caging. He begins his ascent. But, However, Angel is quick to recover. He makes his way up too. Angel shakes the cobwebs from his head and notices that Mitchell is climbing. So he charges Mitchell's way and grabs him by the trunks. Mitchell then begins to kick Angel. Angel is repelled. Mitchell drops down to the ropes and jumps off with a cross body. Angel catches him and drops him with a backbreaker. Angel then goes for the pin. 1...2... Mitchell kicks out. Angel then grabs Mitchell by the hair and brings him to his feet. He then grabs Mitchell and sets him up in a front facelock. He then spins him to the side where the cage is to his back and Mitchell is facing away. He then goes for a suplex but somehow Mitchell keeps himself weighed down and goes for a reverse. Mitchell doesn't succeed either. Angel then hits a few kicks to the gut breaking the facelock. He then gets a knee to the stomach and another. Grabbing Mitchell by the hair he slams him into the caging. Spins him around and throws him in again. He then grabs Mitchell and drops him with a back suplex. Dropping Mike Mitchell right onto his head. SC: A lot of twists and turns in this one. I can feel it. This one isn't going to end pretty.... SJ: Mike Mitchell being ground into the mat and left nothing but a red stain... not really a pretty way to pain that picture. SC: Well, I'd argue with that statement. But, the way things are going now, somebody might end up a red stain on the mat... SJ: Yes! Another argument won by the Snoopster! Angel knows he has the advantage and brings Mitchell up once again. He then hits a kick to the gut and aim's for the 'Cradle of Darkness'. Not only aims but hits it as well. Suddenly the crowd's mood turns sour as Angel gathers up some heat from this. Angel then strolls around the ring tapping his hands and giving off 3 count signals. The audience isn't too impressed. He then walks over to Mitchell. Grabs him by the hair. And slowly brings him to the center of the ring. Taking his time with the whole process. Angel then rubs his feet off and dusts the mat below him. He then drops down to his knees and slowly, lazily, covers Mike Mitchell for the pin. 1...2... Mitchell somehow, someway, kicks out right before the three. The crowd is electric. Angel then gets to his feet and begins stamping around. He then hovers over to Mitchell and brings him up once again. He then goes for another 'Cradle of Darkness' and drops him. Certainly this must be enough for Mike Mitchell. I mean, we all know how devastating the 'Cradle of Darkness' is, right? Well, certainly, Angel seems to think so. He then continues his act. Certainly at this point it must be over. Angel goes for another pin. 1...2... No, this is just about a billionth of a second away. But, Mike Mitchell, somehow, someway, kicks out of it. Somehow, some way, Mitchell's heart kicks in. He is not out of this yet. Angel is livid. He begins stamping and stomping and throwing a fit. He then rushes over to the ref and grabs him by the collar. He then begins yelling in his face. The ref plays defensive but his whimpers and cries for mercy do not sooth Angel's tormented soul. Angel then hits the third Cradle Piledriver. Oh, not onto Mitchell, but rather onto the ref. The audience go nuts as the poor dude's head bounces off of the canvas and he is OUT! Angel screams at the top of his lungs. Even what he took out of the ref isn't enough to quench his fury. Angel then looks over at Mitchell and tells him how this is over. He then does a throat cutting signal which sends the crowd into hateful frenzy. Angel then walks over to the turnbuckle. He then begins pulling away padding. But, unlike convention not just the top turnbuckle pad. He actually goes for all three. Exposing the three rings beneath. Mitchell is still completely lifeless. Angel smirks to himself knowing the damage he has caused. Angel then grabs Mitchell by the hair and brings him to his feet. He then pushes him into the corner with the raw turnbuckle rings. Placing his arms behind the ropes. Angel with a huge chop. That goes echoing through the arena. He sets up the arms again and another. The audience ooh as Mitchell lets out a scream of pain. He then hits another. He then goes for a whip bringing him out of one corner and into the other. Mitchell comes crashing into the turnbuckles opposite. Angel then comes charging after him and lands a huge charging back elbow into his face. He then takes a few steps away and hits another. He then takes a few steps back and hits a third. He then goes for a whip out of the corner which Mitchell reverses and Angel reverses back and Mitchell reverses again but Angel reverses nearly sending Mitchell into the three rings of death. But Mitchell stops himself. Angel then charges after but Mitchell ducks his assault. He also just barely stops himself before hitting the rings of death. Mitchell then grabs him in a wastelock and goes for a german suplex. Angel has too much wait and spins back and goes for one of his own. Mitchell however flips back onto his feet as he tries and pushes him forward. Angel again stops himself before being sent into the three rings. The audience pop as seemingly Mike Mitchell has regained his stamina. He gets a few kicks to the back of Angel's kneecap bringing him down to one knee. Mitchell then jumps onto the turnbuckle and flips back into a diamond dust. The audience go insane as Mitchell is up to his feet. He then grabs Angel by the hair and brings the big man up. Mike throws Angel head first into the top rung. Angel isn't down but dazed. Mitchell then grabs him and throws him down into the middle rung. Angel dazed steps a few feet away. Mitchell then climbs to the second turnbuckle and jumps back at the dazed Angel. Jumping onto his shoulders and landing his extremely rare, yet extremely effective, "Strong with the Edge". The audience go nuts as he lands it near perfectly. Not just nuts though. I mean, it's an explosion. And, when I say explosion, I mean fucking EXPLOSION!!! SC: Strong with the Edge! Strong with the Edge! Mike Mitchell hitting what many call his ace in the hole. There is no way in Hell that Angel is getting up after this one! SJ: What! I've never heard of that one! Call the match! Call the fucking match! That has to be illegal somehow. SC: Yeah, but even if it was this is a Cage match, Snoop. No disqualification. These two men are free to do as they please. SJ: Yeah, but Freedom has it's limits, Scoop. Freedom has it's limits! The day it doesn't is the day that society COLLAPSES! Scoop, please say you aren't a supporter of anarchy! HERETIC! You couldn't believe the amount of emotion in the air as it seems Angel is out. I mean, it seems like Mitchell might have the sweep here. He then goes for the pin... but, remember, no ref. The audience count. 1... 2... 3... And a humongous pop for the unofficial victory of Mike Mitchell. Definitely a defining moment in this feud. Some may say it doesn't mean much but Mitchell probably feels a weight off of his shoulders as if he's finally slayed the giant. We all know the effects of what Angel has done to him will linger on forever, and only time will tell when we really know whether the immediate outcome is still there, but there has to be a bit of relief. Mitchell, knowing now that he got the unnofficial victory, has to make it official. He then goes over to the ref who is dead like a stump. Mike picks him up and then tries to wake him with his words doesn't work. He lets go and the ref slumps down. Mitchell then brings him up again. He goes for a few light slaps trying to wake him up. But, to no avail. He then begins shaking him. Still, nothing. He then drops him again. Suddenly that cloud of hopelessness returns. Mitchell knows that he may have got something over Angel here but the fight is far from over. He then has no choice but to climb. If he is to climb the cage and get to the outside there can be no dispute. Once he's out of the cage, he's out, whether the ref is there to call it or not. Mitchell then begins his ascent. This is over... Simple enough he needs to just climb the cage. But, it isn't that simple. See, he was afforded a quick enough advantage through this via adrenaline rush. But, adrenaline wears off... He's on his own here. He then begins to climb but very very slowly. Good news for him about halfway up, the ref shows signs of life. Bad news for him about three quarters up so does Angel. Right as he hits the peak both Angel and the ref are completely up. Angel reaches up and grabs Mitchell by the trunks. This isn't over. He then using grabs the cage with his free hand and climbs up himself. Major heat as through this method Angel and Mitchell are to the top at the exact same time. Both make their way up to their feet. Both shaking. Both weakened. Both approaching this as if walking on a tight rope. At this point it's almost certain that losing the balance will, in fact, lose the match for either of these men. They both get their bearings and stare into each other's eyes. The hatred that looms. Angel for having his spot ripped from under him. For the fact that Mitchell in his existence and persistence to survive has lost him his footing with Ian Monks. The one thing that has kept him on top. The one thing that has preserved his glory. If he can't put him away here, well, he's jeopardizing it all. And Mitchell. With an even deeper hatred. A hatred that burns brighter and more intense than him for any other man. Angel has turned his life upside down. Exploited his personal life. Mocked the death of his mentor. Did everything in his power to put him away. Placed him on the brink where he was tempted to lose it all. The stakes are to the moon. Nothing to lose. The two begin one response and one response only. Start whaling into each other. Both absorbing the pain. Somehow taking the brunt of each blow with little to nothing to show for it in the ways of pain. Well for the first few vollies. Each one sharing their turns of teetering over each side of the edge. Building up the drama of the dangerous situation. Angel striking with some pretty vicious clubbing blows. Putting his superior strength into it. Where as Mitchell goes for quicker more agile strikes. Putting all of his heart an intensity. In the end it somehow ends up being evenly matched. That's why Angel pokes Mitchell in the eyes. He then grabs him down and a DDT onto the steel mesh. He then slowly brings him up keeping the front facelock. He then signals for the Angel Death Drop but as he's signaling Mitchell pulls himself out of the hold. He then gives Angel a nice kick in the crotch. Actually eliciting a crowd pop. He then spits in Angel's face eliciting an even bigger one. He then grabs Angel's arms. Oh no... the impossible is going to be made possible. Mitchell is going for his primary finisher. The devastating 'Flawless Execution'. A move that, if hit, would certainly be the greatest feat of strength ever seen in professional wrestling. Most importantly, if hit, will put a definitive end to this. Alright, this is it, he has it hooked in. Preparing now to drop it on him. Could probably drop him down into the ring and ensure his escape. But only if you believe in dreams. Do you believe in dreams? Well, I can tell you that 20,000 strong here in the Acer Arena do. And I sure as hell can tell you Mike Mitchell does. He stands there. With a tear down his cheek. His face beat red. Exhausted. But he knows he can do this. He knows he can live this. It's so close now. The complete end to this all. The end that has eluded him for so long. He knows that in one swoop he can pull out the definitive victory. He goes to lift. The dream is here... The dream is possible... the dream is... OVER! Angel powers out of it and scoops him up. 'Cradle of Darkness' onto the top of the caging. The crowd ooh as Mitchell falls head first onto the steel. Bam! He's out, I'm sorry, but he's out. His eyes shut. He's out. He falls to the side and into the ring. Crumpling onto the ground. Folks, that's it. The bad guy has one. This isn't a fucking fairy tale. The bad guy has won. Angel then climbs down the side of the cage and to victory. Winner, via escape: Fallen Angel SJ: Ha! Ha! YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! SC: No, this is a disaster! SJ: Aw, Cram it, Scoop. SC: It... It... It's just not fair. After all of that injustice delivered onto... No, it just can't be! This is the way this saga ends? Angel hobbles up the ramp. Hand on his side. Eyes to the ground. He'd be running if he could. But in his state he has to resort to this. Indeed, he has won this but he wants to get as far away as he can. Mitchell is lifeless in the ring. Dead? No. But Probably a good 90% there. The cage is risen above the ground. Mitchell in the middle. Suddenly the ring is flooded with EMTs. Carrying the gurney with them. This is it. The dream is over. Retribution is done. They they begin flooding the ring and helping Mitchell to his feet. Mitchell can't even do so on his own. Then bring him up and slap him onto the cart... Ready to cart him off. But this is when it hits. Win, lose, or draw, Mike Mitchell is still Mike Mitchell. Mike Mitchell is still all that heart and intensity he always was. The moment hits. His life hasn't been a lie. It hasn't been a cover up. No, It's been about something more... Something deeper. You see, he may have fought his battles hard and a lot of them came up losses. But, in the end, he always gave it everything he got, always fought with his best, and knew that all he needed to come out on top was his dream. That's what his life has been about. He fights off the EMTs. Not violently but swinging his arms around enough to where they dissipate. He then rolls off of the gurney and to his feet. He then crumples to the ground. They opt to help him back up but he screams. He then crawls over to the ropes. And once, twice, three times fails. But, eventually pulls himself to his feet. Not with a frown. Not with a tear. But with a smile. And a laugh. For you see, he has just touched upon a great irony. Through the smoke and ashes of war, he knows he took more from Fallen Angel in this match that Fallen Angel could ever take away from him, and albeit, the only loss, it's truly the only moment to him that feels like victory! (DESPITE TWO LOSSES TONIGHT, ILLUMINATI ARE ENJOYING THEIR SUCCESSES BACKSTAGE WITH CHAMPAGNE AND VARIOUS WOMEN. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN WITH PHENOM STANDING THERE SLAMMING 'LOUIS' INTO HIS HAND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. PARIAH GETS UP TO MEET HIM AND PHENOM SLAMS 'LOUIS' INTO HIS SIDE. THE HARDCORE HAVEN RUSH IN AND START BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF ILLUMINATI THE CROWD ARE GOING CRAZY IN THE ARENA. TREMERE SLAMS A FEW RIGHTS INTO THE HEAD OF PARIAH AS WELL AND PUSHS HIS HEAD ONTO THE WALL. IN BLOOD THEY WRITE THE WORDS 'HARDCORE HAVEN'. ROBERTS FINISHES THE MOVE BY PISSING IN THE CHAMPAGNE BUCKET. TORCH LOOKS AT HIM.) T: Now thats...Hardcore... (THE NEW STABLE LEAVES LEAVING ILLUMINATI BATTERED AND BROKEN.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: ILLUMINATI HAVE JUST BEEN TORN IN HALF! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A DAMN STABLE WAR HERE FOLKS! THE HARDCORE HAVEN IS BACK! SJ: We need security back there right now…this is ridiculous… SC: We haven't got time for security we got a ladder match to go down and this is how it came about… Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Ladder Match Joey Lupino (c) vs Hardcore Legend vs Sebastian Cross vs Tiger Young vs 'The Reverend' James Onlee vs Number 23 w/ Dr. Miles Mills [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH THE WORDS 'THE MOST PRIZED TITLE IN ALL OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING' AS WE SEE A CLOSE UP SHOT OF THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. THE WORDS 'AN UNLIKELY CHAMPION' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE JOEY LUPINO WINNING THE WORLD TITLE AT AA8 IN THE IRON MAN MATCH AGAINST HARDCORE LEGEND. WE SEE THE POST MATCH CELEBRATIONS OF LUPINO AND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO HIM AND HIS FANS THAT HE WON THE WORLD TITLE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO IAN MONKS ANNOUNCING THE COMPETITORS FOR THE MAIN EVENT AT ICE STORM. THE WORDS 'THE DECK IS STACKED AGAINST THE CHAMPION' RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF JAMES ONLEE, TIGER YOUNG, SEBASTIAN CROSS, NUMBER 23 AND HARDCORE LEGEND IN ACTION. THE FOOTAGE SHIFTS TO SOME OF THE MOST SPECTACULAR LADDER MATCH MOMENTS IN TFWF HISTORY. THE WORDS 'ONE MAN CAN CLOSE OUT THE YEAR IN THE MOST SPECTACULAR FASHION' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE THE VARIOUS RUN-INS AND INCIDENTS BETWEEN ALL SIX MEN IN THE MATCH. WE SEE ONLEE ATTACKING LUPINO, WE SEE NUMBER 23 CHOKE SLAMMING TIGER YOUNG THROUGH A TABLE. WE SEE SEBASTIAN CROSS SUPERKICKING LUPINO IN THE HEAD. WE SEE CROSS AND YOUNG DIVING OFF THE TOP OF A LADDER ONTO THE OTHERS ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! THE WORDS 'WILL HIS TITLE REIGN BE FLEETING OR CAN JOEY LUPINO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE AGAIN?' ACCOMPANY THE FOOTAGE AS ALL THE BIG MOVES OF LUPINO AND THE OTHERS IN THE MATCH ARE SHOW. THE FINAL IMAGE IS OF LUPINO STANDING IN THE RING NEXT TO A LADDER, HOLDING THE WORLD TITLE BELT, AS THE OTHER FIVE COMPETITORS LOOK UP FROM THE OUTSIDE READY TO ATTACK.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a ladder match for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship… (MASSIVE POP FOR MATCH.) *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION' - MEGADETH PLAYS* (MASSIVE MEGA HEEL HEAT. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!! SC: Out first like a tactician and surveying the ring with a certain arrogance…he wants that title back Snoop. SJ: And he is going to get it… JH: Introducing… *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES' RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: Onlee picked up a major win last week over Number 23 and that has to be a heck of an edge going into this contest… SJ: It could well be we all spend 2008 worshipping James Onlee, Scoop… JH: Introducing… *'BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE' - THOMAS DOLBY PLAYS* (MEGA HEEL HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH THE CLASSIC MOMENT FROM FRANKENSTEIN WHERE THE DR. SHOUTS 'ITS ALIVE!' WITH LOTS OF SCIENTIFIC EXPLOSIONS AND ELECTRICAL PYROS. DR. MILES MILLS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CAREFULLY LEADING THE CHAINED 23 WHOM SEEMS SOMEWHAT AT BAY BY MILLS' CONTROL. THE TWO GET IN THE RING AS 23 BELLOWS LOUDLY. CINDY CLAPS BACK AND FORTH) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Cindy and Dr. Miles Mills…from Parts Unknown…weighing 400 pounds…Number 23!!! SC: The unknown quantity which is Number 23…what the hell is he going to do in this match? SJ: As long as I am not on the receiving end of it, I don't care… JH: Introducing… *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (SUPER FACE POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! SC: That emotional interview earlier tonight Snoop, one I might add you didn't care for, can he tie a record tonight and become 6 time World Champion… SJ: Ummm…No JH: Introducing… *'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER FACE POP. ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN WITH A BLUE PYROS FALLING DOWN ALL AROUND HIM.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the 2007 King of the Deathmatches…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: What a year it has been for Cross, Intercontinental Champion, King of the Deathmatches, but twice the World title has eluded his grasp…can three times be the charm? SJ: He sent a message to Lupino about not being able to trust anyone and that's no different tonight, but for me Cross has got way too many enemies in this one and not enough allies… JH: And finally… *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (SUPER FACE POP AND WOLF WHISTLES. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AND WE SEE A SHOT OF JOEY LUPINO IN AN OLD SCHOOL GANGSTER SUIT. HE IS HOLDING TWO TOMMY GUNS IN EACH HAND AND FIRES THEM AT THE CAMERA AS THE WORDS, "THE ENFORCER" ARE SPELT OUT ON THE SCREEN IN BULLET HOLES. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SCENES OF LUPINO IN ACTION IN THE RING AND SOME OF HIS BEST MOMENTS. LUPINO WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE LOOKING CONFIDENT BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 235 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…'The Enforcer' Joey Lupino!!! SC: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! LUPINO THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION! SJ: He should fit in well here this place was founded by criminals… SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! The second Joey Lupino comes out to the ringside area Hardcore Legend leads the charge on the reigning World champion and all hell breaks loose on the outside as all five remaining competitors charge down looking to take out the champ and get a quick run at the ladders. Legend and Lupino immediately break into brawling on the floor, picking right up where they left off back at AA8 as Onlee tries to make a break for the ladder, only to be cut off by Sebastian Cross, who is then cut off by Tiger Young and the three brawl back and forth until they are all wiped out by the steamroll effect of the charging Number 23. With all three men knocked down and both Legend and Lupino otherwise preoccupied with each other Dr. Mills instructs 23 to go after the ladder and the monster does so. Croos, being the first to his feet tries to stop the big man by leaping on 23's back with a sleeper hold but 23 quickly reaches back and grabs Cross by the head to throw him over onto the ramp. The momentary distraction of Cross though opens up the opportunity for James Onlee to connect with a chopblock to the back of 23's leg that brings the monster down to a knee and Tiger Young delivers the coup de grace with a shining wizard - bad knees and all - to put 23 down for the moment to an ENORMOUS pop. Onlee takes advantage of the situation by grabbing one of the ladders and folding it up, but Tiger Young is there in time to grab the other end of the ladder as Onlee tries to pick it up. The two have a tug of war over the ladder for a few moments as Sebastian Cross gets back on his feet, and Tiger and Onlee stop fighting for a moment to use the ladder to take a shot at Cross, but Cross manages to duck underneath the ladder and Tiger and Onlee end up swinging it into a revived 23 - who stops the ladder dead in its tracks - only for Cross to wipe out all three men with a dropkick to the ladder and takes all three men down the ramp with it to a HUGE pop. On the other side of the ring Legend and Lupino are still brawling when Legend throws a wild right and Lupino sidesteps it to connect with a russian legsweep right up against the side of the announce table to a BIG pop. Legend clutches the back of his neck as Cross gains the advantage and begins to bring the ladder into the ring through the middle rope, only for Lupino to spring into action and splash the end of the ladder still hanging outside the ring, slingshotting it back into Cross' face to a HUGE mixed reaction as the opening bell finally sounds. SC: And here we go!! The anarchy has broken out early in this match up! SJ: You're damn skippy Scoop, every single one of these guys has gotta be looking to grab a ladder, take the opposition out and snatch that belt as quickly as possible, and if that means risking life and limb, they'll do it. SC: No doubt in that Snoop, I think we're going to see just how much these 6 competitors are willing to put themselves through to be the World Heavyweight Champion here tonight, and I don't think we've even scratched the surface yet. Back in the ring and Joey Lupino is looking to lengthen his reign early as he prepares to set up the ladder, but before he can do so he has to contend with the invasion from all sides of his remaining opposition. Onlee is the first back in and Lupino knocks him back down with a shot to the gut with the head of the ladder and follows up by jerking the ladder sharply up into Onlee's face. Hardcore Legend is the next to take offense as he charges in with a running big boot attempt, but Joey Lupino innovatively uses the ladder to block as Hardcore Legend's leg goes through one of the footholes and traps him. The crowd is going crazy as Hardcore Legend waves his hands in protest and Joey Lupino flips the ladder over to execute an impressive variation of a Dragon Screw on Legend, throwing him face-first into the mat to a loud and awed 'OOOHHHHHH!!!!!' from the crowd before Lupino slams the ladder down across Legend's back. The crowd applauds LOUDLY, but with Lupino left vulnerable Tiger Young comes in off the top with a high cross to take the champion down to a HUGE mixed reaction. The crowd cheers LOUDLY as Tiger grabs a hold of the ladder and tries to set it up but he's cut off by the arrival of Number 23 to the ring. Looking to cut the monster off before he can get any momentum Tiger tries to ram 23 with the head of the ladder but 23 stops it short and thrusts Tiger backwards into the turnbuckles, trapping him in the corner with the legs of the ladder and proceeds to ram the ladder into Tiger's midsection at Miles Mills urging to MASSIVE heel heat. As 23 lines up for one more barge with the ladder, Sebastian Cross comes back and makes the save on his rival with a HUGE facecrusher that drives the masked face of 23 into the ladder, stunning him, but only momentarily. Cross picks up the ladder as 23 regains his bearings and tries to ram him with the ladder, but again 23 stops it short. Thinking on his feet Cross drops his end of the ladder whilst 23 still has ahold on the other end, and Cross vaults up the ladder into an amazing leaping body press that catches the monster off-guard, but does not take him down, leaving Cross trapped in a bearhug to MASSIVE heel heat. Cross tries to fight out of the hold but 23 just wrenches on him, almost to the point where it seems he could snap Cross' body in half with raw power, but shockingly enough James Onlee is the man to break it up with another chopblock on 23 to chop the big man down. Onlee soon shows however that he's no good Samaritan as he grabs the ladder and uses it as a battering ram to the face of Sebastian Cross that knocks the King of the Deathmatch out of the ring, and soon Onlee follows up by using the ladder to sandwich the leg of 23, repeatedly driving the ladder opened and closed, folding it like an accordion around the big man's leg to a MASSIVE mixed reaction. With 23 momentarily incapacitated it appears Onlee is in the driver's seat, but he makes one crucial mistake that no one should ever make; disregarding Hardcore Legend. As such Legend catches Onlee unawares with a stroke onto the ladder, once more driving it into the leg of number 23 to MASSIVE heel heat and soon enough Legend has the ladder in his grasp and readies himself to make the climb. SC: The former champion now in control of the match-up! He's got the ladder set up and he's looking to climb-No! Joey Lupino's got him! The two Hoodlum adversaries are about to go at it once more!! SJ: Dammit! Can't this guy just go ahead and DIE?! Joey grabs ahold of Legend's leg as he gets about halfway up and Lupino tries to yank his nemesis back down, but Legend will have none of it. He kicks and writhes and tries to knock the World Champion loose but Lupino holds onto that leg with a visegrip and it seems the reigning and former champion are at a stalemate when suddenly Tiger Young comes out of the corner and grabs ahold of Hardcore Legend's free foot and the two men look back and forth between each other before they use their strength to hoist the former Champion off the ladder to a MASSIVE ovation! With Tiger and Lupino in tandem holding the helpless Hardcore Legend in position for an electric chair the fans are going NUTS, but the volume is kicked up a notch when Sebastian Cross pulls himself back up onto the apron. Cross notices the situation in the ring with Hardcore Legend prone to an attack, but then again there is the lure of the open ladder set up in the middle of the ring. The indecision on Cross' face is evident as the crowd, Tiger, Lupino and Legend all anxiously await the hooded one's decision with Tiger and Lupino urging Cross on and Hardcore Legend desperately trying to free himself, and finally we recieve our answer as Cross shouts 'fuck it' and springboards in with a HUGE lariat to Hardcore Legend as Tiger and Lupino bring the General down with him!! The crowd goes BALLISTIC as Hardcore Legend twitches and writhes on the canvas and the three fan favorites rise to their feet, simultaneously meeting each other eye to eye. There's no love lost between these three as chants of 'THIS IS AWESOME' ring out long and loud in the Acer Arena. SC: Would you look at what we've got here!! SJ: Things just got REALLY interesting Scoop! SC: All three of these men staring each other down, all three of these men beloved by TFWF fans, all three of these men respected and revered for their accomplishments here in TFWF, but tonight it's every man for himself!! Scoop's words ring true as Cross, Tiger and Lupino all stare each other down before nodding a head to one another as a sign of mutual respect before they start CHOPPING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF EACH OTHER to a THUNDEROUS ovation! Back and forth the three men go between each other with VICIOUS, VIOLENT and INTENSE chops to the adulation of the crowd, and soon each man's chest is glowing bright red as James Onlee tries to intervene only to be choped down by all three men simultaneously to another THUNDEROUS pop! Finally things break down again as Tiger Young ducks under a chop from Cross and catches Lupino with a back elbow before setting both men up in a DDT and Stunner position respectively and connects with a concurrent combination Diamond Cutter/DDT on both at the same time to a MASSIVE pop. Thye crowd rise to their feet as Tiger Young rises to his feet as CLOCKS James Onlee with a superkick for good measure, and we soon realise that Tiger Young may soon be on his way to becoming the TFWF Undisputed Champion for the 6th time! 'TIGER' chants begin to ring out across the arena as the winded Young starts to ascend the ladder. The chants grow louder and louder as Tiger makes his slow ascent and it looks like a victory is only a hair or two away when suddenly Number 23 is back on his feet with a throat wrapped around Tiger's throat! The end result is inevitable as 23 DRIVES Tiger Young down into the canvas with a DEVASTATING chokeslam!!! The Crowd lets out a MASSIVE 'OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!' and a THUNDEROUS 'HOLY SHIT!' chant follows, and as 23 goes NUTS. 23 lets out a primal roar as the likes of Joey Lupino, Sebastian Cross and James Onlee are starting to get to their feet, and soon enough they all fall victim to 23's rampage as he first PLANTS the World Champion with another HYUGE chokeslam to another MASSIVE 'OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!', then the King of the Deathmatch follows suit. The crowd lets out a MASSIVE chorus of boos as 23 stands unopposed when James Onlee tries again to chop the monster down with a chopblock, but Dr. Miles Mills is too quick for him as he warns 23, and the monster manages to avoid the chopblock before dropping all 400lbs on his weight down on the back of The Reverend and follows up with an UNGODLY delayed german suplex, letting the good reverend savor his fate before he SPIKES the man into the canvas and just DESTROYS him! The crowd lets out a THUNDEROUS chorus of 23 screams to the heaven's once more, simply unstoppable at this point. 23 looks to Dr. Mills for guidance and he instructs 23 to climb the ladder and go after the title. 23 is confused by the prospect of having to climb the ladder and keeps looking back to Mills for direction as he awkwardly positions the ladder beneath the belt and even more awkwardly begins to scale it. The crowd is booing like nobody's business as Dr. Mills and Cindy look on from ringside with pride when suddenly, from behind, Hardcore Legend with his signature lead pipe in hand grabs Cindy and puts the pipe up to her throat to MASSIVE heel heat. Cindy's cries distract Number 23, who suddenly turns his attentions to ringside and lets out a great bellow as he sees Cindy in danger, and suddenly we catch on to Hardcore Legend's ingenius plot as he steps up onto the apron with Cindy in tow. SC: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!! HARDCORE LEGEND'S GOT CINDY AND HE'S GOT THAT NAIL RIDDEN PIPE PRESS UP AGAINST HER NECK?!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SICK S.O.B. THINKING?!! SJ: HAHAHAHAHA!!! It's just another example of Legend's GENIUS Scoop, he's got that big braindead oaf thinking about Cindy now instead of the belt! SC: My God, I think you're right! Of all the manipulative-- This is a SICK, SADISTIC individual ladies and gentlemen! SJ: Maybe so Scoop, but he GETS RESULTS! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! 23 is faced with an enormous decision now; does he heed the instructions of Dr. Miles Mills and continue up the ladder to the title, or does he risk it all in order to save the one woman who has stuck by him? The crowd is going crazy as Number 23's confusion sets in and its clear he's torn between two worlds, but finally he steps of the ladder and goes after Legend to a surprisingly HUGE ovation, only to be CLOCKED in the face with a WICKED shot from Hardcore Legend with the pipe to a THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!' The heel heat is MONSTROUS for Hardcore Legend as Number 23 falls to his knees and gets cold-cocked by Legend again to another THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!' Number 23 is actually down on the canvas and STRUGGLING as he tries to reach out for Cindy only to a CLOBBERED once again by Legend with the pipe to ANOTHER THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!' followed by UNFATHOMABLE heat from the crowd. The crowd is LIVID as Cindy tries to go to Number 23's aid as Hardcore Legend arrogantly stands on 23's chest triumphantly, acting as if he's just killed a great fire-breathing dragon. The crowd is FURIOUS as Legend now gets in Cindy's face as she begs for him to leave 23 alone while he brags about his 'accomplishment', and soon enough things turn even more ugly as Cindy of all people calls Legend a 'sick bastard' who 'doesn't deserve to be champion', and that sets the General off. He grabs Cindy by the hair and hauls her up onto her feet to UNGODLY heel heat and proceeds to scream in her face before he raises a hand to strike her, but before he can hit Cindy his hand is caught by Joey Lupino to a THUNDEROUS ovation as he turns Legend around and starts firing off with right hands!!! The crowd goes BANANAS as Legend and Lupino reel off on each other until the brawl eventually spills back out of the ring and Cindy quickly bails. After a few moments, Sebastian Cross is the first back to his feet and - with 23, Tiger Young and Onlee still down and Legend and Lupino brawling out into the crowd - Cross takes his shot at the belt and starts making his way up the ladder as fast as his battered body can take him. The crowd comes alive yet again as Cross begins to scale the ladder and the 'CROSS' chants begin to grow as he moves further and further up. Finally, just as Sebastian Cross reaches out and manages to touch the gold that has eluded him his entire TFWF career up to this point, a revived James Onlee shoves the ladder over and sends Cross hurtling back to earth and bouncing off the top ropes right into a fireman's carry Michinoku Driver from 'The Reverend' which he immediately tries to transition into 'The Deliverance' to MASSIVE heel heat. Cross does everything he can to try and fight off the submission attack of Onlee but Onlee will not be letting him go without a fight as he fires off a series of elbows to the head, neck and shoulders to wear the King of the Deathmatch down enough to put away. Cross and Onlee continue to roll around on the canvas as Cross is desperate no to be caught despite the fact all Onlee can do with his submission holds is damage to the limbs rather than gaining any kind of submission, plus he leaves himself exposed to an attack. These concerns do not worry Onlee though, he knows his opposition is out of his way for the moment and he can afford to be patient if his crippling holds give him the advantage of functionality. Finally Onlee breaks 'The Deliverance', only to switch around into a hammerlock front facelock style position before he brings him up in that position to deliver a hammerlock Divorce Court. With Cross clutching at his left arm in pain Onlee methodically goes after the ladder and leans it against the turnbuckles before he goes after Cross again, only to have Cross start to fight back with his good arm and attempt to take Onlee out with a lariat, but Onlee ducks and catches Cross for an uranage, hooks the bad left arm in a hammerlock behind Cross' back, and tosses him overhead in a hammerlock Exploder onto the ladder to a MASSIVE 'OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!' It SUCKS to be Sebastian Cross right now. SC: DEAR GOD!!! SJ: I think that was Onlee's message from him! SC: No God I've ever heard of would put a man through this! Onlee continues his malicious, methodic assault by grabbing the bad arm of Cross and wedging it in between the ladder through the legs and puts Cross' legs through the rungs of the ladder in a modified tree of woe to keep him trapped. he repeatedly slams the ladder open and shut on the arm of Cross to MASSIVE heel heel before he finally grabs the end of the ladder and tips it up in its feet - leaving Cross hanging upside down for a moment or two - before he pushes the ladder over driving Cross and the ladder into the canvas to a THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and ENORMOUS heel heat to follow. Chants of 'YOU SICK FUCK' ring out across the Acer Arena as Cross writhes beneath the ladder and Onlee nonchalantly hoists the ladder up again. Onlee scouts his competition and starts off by using the ladder as a battering ram to knock Joey Lupino back off the apron as he tries to re-enter the ring and a shot to the head of the struggling Tiger Young follows after. Number 23 is now starting to revive as well and Onlee takes the initiative of clobbering 23 in the back of the legs to bring the monster back to his knees and as the monster is down again Onlee manages to strategically position the huge ladder between the ropes so that it just barely holds in place, and follows up with a short front dropkick to the legs of the ladder that sends them out of the ring and simultaneously slingshots the head of the ladder around into the head of 23! The crowd let out another MASSIVE 'OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!' and some more ENORMOUS heel heat as the tactical expertise of the 'Right Honourable Reverend' comes to light. Onlee means to retrieve the ladder from its teetering position halfway in and halway out of the ring, but there is still one more opponent to contend with, one perhaps even craftier than himself. Legend waits on the outside as Onlee brings the ladder back into the ring and as the head of the ladder touches the canvas Legend pounces on the legs of the ladder to slingshot it back up into the face of Onlee just as Lupino did to Cross earlier in the match! The end of the ladder catches Onlee squarely in the face and within a matter of seconds the blood from an apparent cracked nose pours out across the ring, dripping through the bottom of Onlee's mask! The crowd is astonished by the brutal blow as another THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' echoes through the arena and a pool of blood begins to form on the canvas before Onlee is forced to roll to the floor. Ever the opportunist, Legend seizes the advantage by hitting the ring and setting up the ladder to advance towards 'his' prize unopposed. The crowd is giving off ENORMOUS Heel heat for Legend's sleazy tactics when suddenly Cindy hits the ring and tries to shake over the ladder to a HUGE pop, but she hasn't got the strength to do it. Her attempt once again draws the attention of Hardcore Legend who turns around on the ladder and stares her down from a position of power. He slowly makes his way back down the ladder to MASSIVE heel heat as he gets in her face, grabbing her by the hair once again and hurling abuse at her to THUNDEROUS heel heat, and when he hooks her in position for the 'Ultima Manus' the crowd just goes LIVID! Legend takes his time as he swings poor Cindy around for the devastating drop, but before he can deliver he is caught with a superkick from Tiger Young out of nowhere to a THUNDEROUS pop! Legend drops like a rock and Cindy is relieved that she's survived her encounter with Legend. Miles screams at Cindy to get out of the ring, but she has to thank Tiger for his help, and Tiger accepts her gratitude by locking lips with her to a MASSIVE pop before ditching her to make a break for the belt to a chorus of laughter. SC: OH!!! TIGER YOUNG JUST SAVED CINDY, AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE KING OF THE JUNGLE IS GETTING SOME TAIL!!! SJ: This is disgusting Scoop! What a disgusting, despicable lack of respect! Tiger manages to struggle his way slowly up the ladder, bad knees and all and the crowd comes alive for what looks like the possibility of a 6th Tiger Young World Title victory when suddenly from the outside a ladder sails over the top rope and lands slanted against the ropes, and from there Joey Lupino gets up on the apron and makes a desperation move, stepping up the ropes onto the top using the ladder to balance himself and springing forward off the top rope to ram the ladder into Tiger Young's back while Tiger is on the ladder to a MASSIVE 'OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!' Joey takes a moment or two to regain his bearings as Tiger Young is just barely hanging onto the ladder and scurries up the other side as quickly as he can, reaching the top and reaching out for the World Title hanging over his head, but Tiger Young just manages to stay alive and throw a punch back to Lupino's gut, doubling the man over, and Tiger capitalises soon after with a sunset flip powerbomb off the ladder to a MONSTROUS 'OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!' and MASSIVE 'Holy Shit' chants! The crowd is going NUTS now as everybody's down for the moment, and Sebastian Cross - with only one good arm - starts crawling across the canvas and doggedly starts to make his way up the ladder. As Cross makes his slow ascent a 'Let's Go Cross' chant slowly starts to build in the crowd, and as Cross makes his way closer and closer to the top the crowd becomes more and more vocal until the whole crowd is chanting for Sebastian, but their cheers and adulation are soon swayed as Dr. Miles Mills and Cindy are on the outside shouting words of encouragement into Number 23's face and suddenly the monster awakens and rises to his feet to ENORMOUS heel heat - staggering just a little from the damage done to him - but looking for the most part and unstoppable as ever. Sebastian Cross with his bad arm is still quite a ways away from getting a hold of the title as Dr. Mills commands 23 up the ladder with great desperation and the monster obliges. Just as Sebastian Cross is about to get his fingertips around the World Heavyweight Championship belt the massive hand of 23 is wrapped around the hooded one's throat to TREMENDOUS heel heat. It seems all but finished for Sebastian Cross as 23 continues up the ladder and looks to chokeslam Cross to an early grave, but Sebastian Cross will not be denied tonight as fires back at 23 with a barrage of headbutts! 23 is dazed by the furious flurry of shots to the head and is reeling on the edge of the ladder to an ENORMOUS ovation as Sebastian Cross reaches up and grasps his hand around the belt, but Number 23 will not drop and again puts his enormous hand around Cross' throat. It's kill or be killed time now for Sebastian Cross as he struggles with the title as 23 advances up the ladder and finally Cross decides to take a chance, lifting his legs off the ladder and wrapping them around the head and neck of 23, taking the monster over and off the ladder with an ENORMOUS hurricanrana to garner a THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and an equally vocal chant of 'HOLY SHIT!!!' Every single competitor is down and out as the crowd goes out of their gourds. SC: OH! MY!!! GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWD!!!!!!!!!!!! SJ: WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!!!!!! SC: SEBASTIAN CROSS MAY HAVE JUST DESTROYED THE INDESTRUCTIBLE 23!!!!!! The 'HOLY SHIT!!!' chants continue to echo long and loud across the Acer Arena as everyone is just broken in half until finally, a crimson-faced and swollen-eyed James Onlee returns to the ring and slides in a third ladder, slowly and painfully making his way to mid ring to set the ladder up. Soon following Hardcore Legend crawls over to the ladder that Lupino had brought into the ring and goes about setting that up to make his ascent, and in the meantime Tiger Young starts to revive from his hellish maneuver and climbs up the ladder already standing. Soon enough, one by one each competitor starts to climb the ladders until finally, one by one they come to blows with their opponents high atop the triumvirate of ladders with Legend and Lupino on one ladder, Tiger and Cross on another ladder, and Onlee and 23 on the last ladder as all six men duke it out back and forth between each other. 23 goes for a chokeslam on Onlee and Onlee manages to turn it into 'The Deliverance' on the ladder, Cross and Tiger Young are fighting over an attempt for a superplex, and Joey Lupino has Legend primed in position for a diamond cutter off the ladder to a MASSIVE ovation, but as he tries to leap off Legend holds onto the ladder and Lupino crashes and burns to a THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!' With Onlee and 23 preoccupied as Onlee continues to choke the life out of 23 with 'The Deliverance', Hardcore Legend makes a break for the gold, but running on pure guts and adrenaline Joey Lupino somehow manages to get back on his feet and use all the strength he has left to push the ladder over and send Hardcore Legend flying to the outside and CRASHING through Scoop and Snoop's announce table to a TREMENDOUS 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and a THUNDEROUS 'HOLY SHIT' chant! A few moments later as Joey Lupino collapses to the canvas James Onlee gets a hold of the ladder and releases 23 from 'The Deliverance' and 23 falls to the canvas, and soon after that Sebastian Cross manages to fight out of Tiger's superplex attempt and fire off the headbutts to know him to the ground as well! It's a two-horse race now as Onlee and Cross both try to make it to the belt before their opponent, throwing back elbows at one another to slow their opponent's ascent, until finally James Onlee manages to catch Sebastian Cross in position for 'Finding Paradise' to ENORMOUS heel heat and looks to use the rock bottom takedown off the ladder to give him the lead, but Cross fights out of it and counters into 'Re-Liberation' off the ladder to a TREMENDOUS ovation!! Everybody's down once again, but running on pure guts and determination all three of the fan favorites - Cross, Young and Lupino - start to make their way up the ladders still standing and the THUNDEROUS duelling chants ring out. It's Lupino and Cross climbing up one ladder and Tiger Young climbing up the other, and down on the canvas Onlee is just starting to recover as 23 is out cold and Hardcore Legend is close to dead in the rubble of the announce table. It's anybody's match as Lupino and Cross make it to the top of the ladder first and they both get their hands on the belt! They slug it out for control of the belt and Tiger Young reaches over the try to give the ladder the push it needs to topple and as James Onlee starts to get to his feet he does the same, but knowing the danger both Cross and Lupino each put a foot on Tiger's ladder and shove it over, sending Tiger Young flying off into the ropes and toppling to the floor himself to a THUNDEROUS 'OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!' James Onlee takes over in pushing the ladder over with all his might and Cross and Lupino have nowhere to go, but as the ladder goes tumbling to the canvas both men hold tight their grip on the World Heavyweight title, dangling high in the air from the cable!!! The crowd is going NUTS as the belt is barely holding to the cable and Joey and Sebastian try everything they can think of to fight the other man off without sacrificing his grip, but it's clear that Cross' grip is waning! The entire crowd is on their feet as Sebastian Cross makes one last desperation move, pulling up his legs and kicking Lupino in the face to knock his loose before pulling the belt loose of the cable to win to a TREMENDOUS OVATION!!! SC: MY GAAAAAWWWDDDDD!!!!!! SEBASTIAN CROSS HAS DONE IT!!!! THE CRAZY SON OF A BITCH HAS DONE IT!!!! SJ: YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!! SC: JUST AS JC MCDONALD DID ONE YEAR AGO, SEBASTIAN CROSS HAS FINALLY MANAGED TO CLIMB THE LADDER AND CAPTURE THE CROWN THAT HAS ELUDED HIM HIS ENTIRE CAREER!!! SJ: THIS CAN'T BE REAL!!! SC: IT'S DAMN REAL SNOOP! WHETHER YOU LOVE HIM OR HATE HIM, YOU'VE GOTTA RESPECT OUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! Winner, via retrieving the belt and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Sebastian Cross Cross drops to the floor and stands there holding the World title as the screams of delight around the arena can be heard. Whitley bursts through the crowd to congratulate her man. Onlee however gets to his feet and takes her down with a right hand to the boos of the crowd. He grabs the New Champion and locks him in the 'Deliverance' the crowd boo as it seems Onlee has made a dramatic statement to finish the year out. (END SHOW.)