December 27th 1999 Siberian Wrestling's Prison Complex - Siberia

[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE TERMOIL WHICH T.F.W.F. HAS BEEN IN SINCE THE DEATH OR GLORY 2009 PPV. THE QUESTION ON EVERYONES LIPS...DORIAN WONG. THE BATTLE WHICH HAS SEEN THE WORLD CHAMPION JC MCDONALD DRAWN INTO THIS WAR AS WELL WITH THE MAD MAN IN FACE PAINT. ALSO SHOWN IS THE DOMINANCE OF TCK AND THE CAREERS THEY HAVE ENDED MIRRORED ALONGSIDE THE EMERGENCE OF A GROUP OF REBELS FROM ALL OVER THE WRESTLING WORLD WHICH ARENT WILLING TO TAKE THIS LYING DOWN. THE FINAL SHOT SHOWS THE BROKEDOWN PRISON OF SIBERIA...WHERE THE MOST WRETCHED MEN AND WOMEN OF THE WORLD COME...AND FIGHT FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE WARDEN. THE SW CAPTURE OF DORIAN WONG AND THEIR OWN INVASION OF T.F.W.F. IS SHOWN. THE FINAL STATEMENT FLIES ACROSS ‘ALL ROADS LEAD TO SIBERIA’.] *’HEROES’ – POP EVIL PLAYS* (THE CAMERA FEED SLOWLY PANS AROUND THE WAREHOUSE ARENA OF SIBERIA. THE HIGH SECURITY CANNOT BE IGNORED. THE INMATES OF SIBERIA WATCH ON, HOLLERING AND CAT CALLS AS THE CAMERA SPINS AROUND TO SCOOP AND SNOOP AT WHAT CAN ONLY BE CALLED AS RINGSIDE.) SC: I have been in this business for sometime...I have been many places, hell I have called matches from high school gyms with a leaky roof, but right now, I sit here alongside Snoop in the most intimidating atmosphere in the history of wrestling. We the T.F.W.F. are sat here with murderers, thieves, drug dealers and some of the world’s most dangerous people...and half of them aren’t wrestling here tonight. Tonight folks, we find out what the T.F.W.F. is made of Snoop any opening comments. SJ: I should have never dropped the soap in the shower! SC: ... SJ: Just let me get my bearings... SC: With that in mind tonight we are joined by our broadcast colleagues from Siberia...Ivan Brody and Gregory Repin...gentlemen...thank you for having us. SJ: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THANKING THEM! THIS PLACE IS A SHIT HOLE...SCOOP THAT GUY IS LOOKING AT ME FUNNY! IB: Thank you Scoop, we are very pleased to have you gentlemen from T.F.W.F. here aren’t we Gregory. GR: Give me a drink... SJ: Scoop, I think this guy might be a drunk. SC: For the love of God... IB: Well, I don’t know if we can bring a sense of normality to proceedings and it is going to be a night for the ages. Tonight we show the best of what we have to offer in Siberian Wrestling which will include two interpromotional matches. 3 of our best...Cecile Lecrux our Champion...Darkseid and the ever present Andrei Sorokov will go against T.F.W.F.’s own Desert Sex in a Siberian Rules Match. The rules are simple...outside in the sub zero temperatures a ring has been erected with bars around it...more of a cage than anything...with barbwire wrapping this cage. The only way out...to open the cell door...the only way to open a cell door...to get the win by beating your opponents. Is it something Desert Sex are prepared for Scoop? SJ: (interrupting) NOTHING IS TOO TOUGH FOR DESERT SEX RUSKIE! SC: ...Well Ivan, I think it’s something that Desert Sex will not be comfortable with, but my question to you is will the SW stars be on the same page given the fact Lecrux of course holds the big belt in SW? IB: It’s an interesting concept...of course we also have the other interpromotional match of sorts...the newest member of Siberia, Iziah Hunter who use to fight in the T.F.W.F. will face the newest member of the T.F.W.F. Jack Hondo. SC: We feel at T.F.W.F. Hondo is walking into a trap. GR: Drinking is a trap... SJ: Your breath is a trap! SC: Anyway, Hondo and Hunter is anything goes and in these conditions...anything could happen. But of course we have two Main Events to look forward to...Rhys Pect will be the man in the middle tonight as Fallen Angel and Sandy Makel battle it out once against...psychological advantage...Makel. SJ: Yeah with his crew called TCK behind him...OH RIGHT! HE HASNT GOT A CREW! Ha, Sandy’s year of Makel ends on a bad note. SC: And then on top of that...the one which will be the third meeting between JC McDonald and Sebastian Cross...weeks after both men were taken out by Dorian Wong. Dorian Wong of course imprisoned here tonight and we have guaranteed that we will have exclusive footage of Cross’ meeting with Wong, were we finally lay to rest this bizarre puzzle that no man can get their head around. Ivan any thoughts? IB: Well, I can exclusively reveal we have had a written statement from Dorian Wong. Of course you know we have not had much of a word from Dorian since he arrived here and has been in solitary confinement. SJ: Can you prove he is here! CAN YOU! SC: Settle down Snoop... SJ: WE HAVE SEEN DORIAN TWO TIMES ON T.F.W.F. TV! THESE MORONS COULDNT EVEN STOP THEIR COLOUR GUY FROM TURNING UP DRUNK! GR: What? SC: Ok, ok calm down...up first is a Siberian Wrestling exclusive...the Warehouse Championship...let’s see how this one came about... SW Warehouse Championship Match Abbey Spears (c) vs "The Arbitor" X vs Riley Storm vs Stoner vs Tommy Valentine vs Jason Raven (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is for the SW Warehouse Championship... *’BLEED IT OUT’- LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (RAVEN COMES OUT, DETERMINED TO GET THE VICTORY TONIGHT AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Buffalo, New York...weighing in at 225 pounds...James Raven!!! IB: James Raven is completely new to Siberian Wrestling, but he very well could walk out of Ice Storm the new Warehouse Champion. GR: Maybe. But I'm personally rooting for "The Arbiter" X myself... *’TO BE LOVED’- PAPA ROACH PLAYS* (TOMMY VALENTINE, ALONGSIDE HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER MARCUS CAGE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida...weighing 230 pounds...Tommy Valentine!!! IB: This Warehouse championship match tonight showcases all the new talent arriving in Siberia, Repin, and Valentine looks to make his mark here tonight with the title. GR: Yeah, well, guys like these need to prove themselves before I can speak highly of them. My praise just can't be thrown around, you know! *’POINTS OF AUTHORITY’- LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (X WALKS DOWN THE RAMPWAY, A CONFIDENT SMILE ON HIS FACE AS HE ENTERS THE RING.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing 250 pounds..."The Arbiter" X!!! IB: X has caused some damage here in Siberia in the last few weeks; in fact you can say he was the one responsible for having the Warden make this an elimination match. GR: Hey, he wants to get his name out there. Of course he's going to trample over some bodies first in order to get where he wants to go. That's life for you... *’IT's MY LIFE’ - BON JOVI PLAYS* (RILEY ENTERS, HOLDING THE WAREHOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP OVER HER HEAD  AS SHE HEADS TOWARD THE RING.) AP: Making her way towards the ring from California...weighing in at 135 pounds...she is the Siberian Warehouse Champion...Riley Storm!!! IB: Riley has to be happy that she's won the championship, but will she be able to hold it on tonight as she faced a number of talented competitors at the same time? GR: I don't know, but it would be awfully embarrassing if she lost the title on her first defence...I can't wait! *’LEEDS UNITED’- AMANDA PALMER PLAYS* (ABBEY SPEARS WALKS DOWN THE RAMPWAY, A DETERMINED LOOK ON HER FACE.) AP: Making her way towards the ring from Washington...weighing...119 pounds...Abbey Spears!!! IB: Considering she lost her championship last week to Riley Storm, I think Spears is looking to take the championship back here tonight. GR: Well if that isn't the most obvious statement you've said tonight... *’CLINT EASTWOOD’ - GORILLAZ PLAYS* (HE NODS HIS HEAD IN APPROVAL AS HE HEADS TOWARD THE RING, READY FOR ACTION.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Texas City, Texas...weighing 220 pounds...Stoner!!! IB: Stoner has been nothing but confident since his return to SW a few weeks ago, and he looks to capitalize on his hot streak tonight by taking the Warehouse championship. GR: He's a stoner...a pothead, as these Americans would call them. They're worthless and certainly not championship material in my eyes..he'll probably pawn the championship off for pot money, I bet! IB: Oh please, Repin... The bell rings as the six men and women stare at one another before all hell starts to break loose- the six participants start to square off against one another, as Raven and Valentine start brawling, Spears and Stoner find their way outside of the ring, and Storm and X battle on the other side of the ring. Spears looks strong, obviously wanting to win back the championship that she had lost the previous week before as Stoner is seeminly no match for her; she whips him into the turnbuckle and drop toe holds him to the mat as she climbs up the top turnbuckle and hits an amazing moonsault, covering him and eliminating him quickly from the match. ELIMINATED: Stoner Meanwhile, Raven seems to have a more devious way of winning this match; he whips Valentine into the steel steps as you could very much hear Valentine's back hit the steel structure hard. Raven whips him back into the ring and climbs in as Valentine writhes in pain. Just as soon as Valentine gets back up on his feet, he's floored by the Flight of the Raven. Raven covers him and gets the three count as Valentine is quickly eliminated as well. ELIMINATED: Tommy Valentine IB: They're dropping like flies here, Repin. GR: Just like how like the beer bottles are dropping...though, I don't actually want to drop them, of course. They might break. And this place is dirty enough already, you know? IB: ... The four remaining wrestlers stare down one another for a bit before Spears takes down Storm with a tackle and the two start attacking one another. X attempts a lariat to Raven, but Raven ducks and goes for the Flight of the Raven. X dodges it, however, and whips Raven to the ropes and levels him with a dropkick. Growing more confident by the second, he picks up Raven for a spinning neckbreaker but Raven counters and lands a neckbreaker. He covers him, but only get a two count. Nodding to himself, he picks up X and puts him in a powerbomb posistion, but when he picks him up he hurricanranas him into the ropes as X prepares to hit his finsiher. Raven gets back up on his feet and X lifts him up, going for the Judgement, but instead Raven powers out, elbowing X in the face as he sets back down on his feet, turns him around, and drops him with the second Flight of the Raven for the night as he covers and scores the victory. ELIMINATED: "The Arbiter" X It's now down to three as Raven slowly makes his way towards Spears and Storm. Storm chops Spears across the chest as Spears takes a few steps away, reeling from the shot. However she doesn't see Raven coming towards her and he blindsides her with a lariat. Raven gets back up to his feet and smirks, but that smirk is soon wiped from his face as he sees Riley Storm coming at him from the corner of his eye, drilling her foot into his face with a spinning drop kick, leveling him. Storm looks confident, nodding to himself has she climbs to the top rope. She jumps off, going for a swanton bomb on Spears, but she ducks out of the way and watches as Storm crashes to the floor in pain. Spears collapses on top of Storm, still in pain from the lariat as the referee counts to three, and it seems the new champion's run has ended quickly as Storm is eliminated from the match. ELIMINATED: Riley Storm IB: The champion has been eliminated! It's now down to the former champion, Abbey Spears and the hot newcomer to Siberia, James Raven. GR: Hot newcomer? I've heard what they do in AMERICAN prisons, Brody, but I didn't think that kind of thing ran around here in Siberia... IB: ... Spears struggles to her feet, as well as Raven as he charges after her, only to be met with a superkick out of nowhere as Spears goes for a quick cover...1...2..NO! Raven kicks out as Spears tries to shift momentum towards her. She exits the apron and leaps to the top rope with a springboard moonsault, and executes it as he goes for the cover again....1....2..NO! Raven will not quit as Spears starts to get fustrated, obviously wanting her championship back. She picks up Raven, but Raven counters back with a stiff shot to the face as she staggers a bit, and he whips her across the ropes, going for another lariat. However she ducks, hops on the middle rope and launches off with a crossbody as both participants fall to the floor. Spears climbs back up to her feet and climbs up to the top rope, posing for a bit before launching off with her signature manuver, but out of absoluately nowhere Raven catches her in midair with the Flight of the Raven as a stunned Spears is too hurt to even move as Raven covers her for the three count. Winner, via pinfall and NEW SW Warehouse Champion: James Raven IB: Literally out of nowhere, James Raven has shocked everyone here tonight at Ice Storm to capture the Warehosue championship for the first time! GR: There was always something about that guy that I liked... IB: Of course you do, now that he's the Warehouse champion... GR: Hey, it takes time for me to notice greatness. You NEVER notice it, Brody. That's what's wrong with you. Raven is awarded the championship, but instead of taking the belt he grabs Spears and throws her out of the ring violently. He then dusts himself off, grabs the championship and holds it high in the air as we cut to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (THE WARDEN IS STOOD THERE WITH IAN MONKS. HE OFFERS HIM A DRINK. MONKS SHAKES HIS HEAD.) IM: Let’s make this very clear, we are here for a business arrangement only...after all it was your wrestlers that turned up on my show in the name of Dorian Wong. W: And it was me Mr. Monks, who caught your man Wong for you. It is my prison which has housed him in maximum security for sometime now. I don’t recall any of your wrestlers or any of your other avenues being able to deliver such a prize package. IM: I don’t recall needing to come out here until I had Dorian Wong turning up on my show... W: Mr. Monks, you are foolish to think that man on your show is no more than an imposter. Dorian Wong is here...he might not have said more than boo to a goose before he arrived...but he is here. IM: (sarcastically) Have a lot of geese in Siberian prisons do you... (MONKS GOES TO WALK TO THE OTHER PART OF THE EXCLUSIVE AREA THE WARDEN OCCUPIES IN OBVIOUS FRUSTRATION.) W: So I assume Mr. Monks, you will not want to see a list of demands Dorian has placed on Mr. Cross’ visit... IM: I couldn’t give a crap if Dorian Wong wants him to wear a tutu and pretend he is Kirsta Lewis...it has nothing to do with me. W: Well, it does to the order of this show. Mr. Wong has requested that Sebastian visit him earlier in the evening, after his match. IM: Cross and McDonald is our last match of the night... W: Not according to Mr. Wong’s schedule, he would like to see Sebastian much earlier. IM: Do you think that a stupid ass clown... W: ...who burnt down Wembley Stadium, almost made you bankrupt and opened the door for PWR to invade your show Mr. Monks. I would say watching your tongue is of great importance, these walls sometimes have ears. And besides which...the world has wanted to see Dorian Wong sitting across the room from Sebastian Cross. Did it not occur to you, to cash in on such a confrontation. IM: And have people all over me again...you know we are still in trouble for not stopping the Iziah Hunter situation quicker on Kirsta Lewis you know. W: When you bought Mr. Hunter, and we all know you did, you got what you paid for. But now...in my facility, we can give the fans what they want Cross and Wong in a room together. With my elite security standing outside waiting for anything to happen. Think of the money it would generate for you... IM: Alright, I will speak with Cross once he arrives here...no doubt he will be looking to speak to us anyway. We will tell him what Wong wants and the conditions. W: There are more though... IM: Let me have a look at that list... (MONKS SNAGS THE LIST OFF OF THE WARDEN AS THE SCENE FADES OUT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: So let me get this straight...McDonald vs. Cross won’t be the last match tonight? Dorian Wong can demand that? This is damn fishy! IB: This place has taken on an eerie tone ever since he arrived here Scoop, Siberia might be more disturbing because of him. GR: But face painting classes have had a 340% increase in attendance! SC: I see we share similar problems Ivan...well folks our first look tonight at our T.F.W.F. action...Aaron Roberts the reigning North American Champion...he has beaten the best in the T.F.W.F. so the T.F.W.F. went shopping and Aaron didn’t like what they found... DWIWF North American Championship Match Aaron Roberts (c) vs Viktor Kovalenko (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) AP: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: The Cobra has been the longest reigning Champion of this belt Snoop and tonight maybe his toughest challenge, one I think he wanted to get out of. SJ: Aaron told me he isn’t scared of Viktor Kovapoopypants he is scared that because of him Ukranian sales of ‘Barnacles on My Butt’ are going to plummet... AP: And his opponent... *'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS* (THE ARENA GOES DARK WE SEE A STONE-FACED VIKTOR KOVALENKO MARCH OUT WITH THE UKRAINIAN FLAG DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs... "The War Hound" Viktor Kovalenko!!! SC: He has wrestled once...he has won once and now he finds himself with his second match and a chance to grab T.F.W.F. gold. SJ: Which is why I have to question this move...I mean for all we know Vicky could be some crazed DS stalker looking to hurt The Cobra. The bell rings as Viktor immediately charges after The Cobra, but he drop toe holds Viktor right at the start of the bell. He goes for the STF but Viktor immediately powers out and gets back up to his feet. Aaron goes for a clothesline, but Viktor ducks it and when he comes back is met with a clothesline of his own by the powerhouse! He picks up Aaron and whips him to the nearest turnbuckle. He unleashes a huge chop, which sounds even more painful considering their current location. He goes to whip him to the opposite corner, but instead is met with a short arm clothesline as he covers Roberts…1….2…kick out from Roberts as Viktor picks up and looks to go for more offence. SC: Strong outing here thus far from Kovalenko, but he needs to be on guard- he is fairly new to the TFWF, and Roberts can take advantage of that at any time. SJ: And that’s why Roberts is such a fine champion- he knows in the ins and outs of not only the wrestling ring, but also knows how to get the job done! Viktor whips Roberts across the ropes and looks to go for a belly to belly suplex, but a punch to the gut blocks this as Aaron grabs Viktor by the head and crashes it to the ground. He walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and starts to untie the shoulder pad, looking for some cheap way to get out of this match. He throws the turnbuckle pad to the outside as Kovalenko gets to his feet. Roberts notices this and taunts him as Kovalenko wastes no time in charging after Roberts. However right as Kovalenko is about to hit he ducks out of the way and BAM, Viktor hits the exposed turnbuckle as Roberts rolls him up…1…2…NO! Kovalenko kicks out as Roberts looks outraged from that particular unexpected result. SC: Well, Aaron was using some underhanded tactics here which caught Kovalenko off guard, but Kovalenko’s resiliency is starting to prove that maybe Robert’s tactics won’t get him anywhere here tonight. SJ: Hey, the match is still early. Roberts has plenty of time to get the job done here. Roberts climbs to his feet, and as Kovalenko does too the Cobra lands a hard knife-edge chop, before spinning Viktor around and going for a back suplex. He lifts the big Ukrainian of of his feet, managing to drop him back over his shoulders. Kovalenko clutches his back in pain, and as he uses the turnbuckles to help him stand the Cobra comes running at him, slamming a huge forearm into the powerhouse's face. He then clutches Kovalenko in a headlock and runs, leaping up and slamming him face-down – bulldog! He rolls Kovalenko over... 1... 2... NO! Kickout from the challenger as Roberts slaps the mat in anger. He hauls Kovalenko up to his feet, slamming a boot into the big man's gut before he runs the Ukrainian at the corner, but Kovalenko manages to spin it through and he sends Aaron into the turnbuckles! The Cobra's back slams into it, and Kovalenko tries to run it through with a clothesline, however he takes a little too long and the Cobra drops down, causing Viktor to eat the turnbuckle cover! He stumbles back, and Aaron goes for a quick AGR – NO! Kovalenko pushes him away and slams a massive right hand into Aaron's face! The Cobra stumbles back to the ropes and Kovalenko lands a huge right knee to drop The Cobra to the mat, and immediately the big Ukrainian is on Aaron – causing Roberts to roll out of the ring as soon as he possibly can. SC: Wise move there for Aaron Roberts, which is a first... but Viktor Kovalenko is a genius at mat wrestling with a huge arsenal of locks and holds, if you're the Cobra you DON'T want to be caught on your back with Viktor around! SJ: Are you suggesting Viktor is a sexual predator? SC: What? NO! Back on the outside Pedro is pouring water into Roberts' mouth as Viktor shakes his head from inside the ring, and decides to take matters back into his own hands. He climbs through the ropes and pushes Pedro to one side with ease as Roberts stares at him with worry before he turns and tries to quietly creep away. Kovalenko shakes his head once more and grasps Aaron by shoulders, spinning him around and slamming a huge uppercut to his chin. Aaron stumbles back, and Kovalenko lands a gut kick, doubling Aaron over before he decides to try a running manoeuvre on the Cobra, but the quickness of the champion comes into play as he dodges it and turns, landing a huge dropkick to the Ukrainian, sending him back into the metal railing between the prisoners and the wrestlers! Aaron spins him around, throwing him clumsily into the ring due to his size and he hooks the leg...1...2...NO!!! Aaron stares with shock as he begins to try and slam a series of shots into a downed Kovalenko, however as he's landing them he begins to realise the position he's in, and Viktor smirks... they're on the mat! Quick as a flash Kovalenko seizes the opportunity to relish in his home environment, and he grasps Aaron's left arm right into an armbar! As he wrenches on the shoulder and elbow joints Aaron screeches out in agony as Kovalenko continues to pull on the arm, using as much leverage pressure as possible! The Cobra continues to scream out in pain, grasping around, pawing for the ropes as Kovalenko decides against going for the submission just yet and he stands, keeping hold of the arm, and he drops it down with a massive elbow! SJ: Dammit he could have broken Aaron's arm! Not again – does this big Ruski prick not understand the magical talent of Desert Sex! SC: Is it magical in the sense that it's make-believe? Kovalenko then hauls Aaron to his feet and lifts the North American Champion up over one shoulder, running him at the corner and slamming him back first into the turnbuckles! Roberts stumbles out, and Kovalenko lifts him up, dropping him with a backbreaker over the knee before he rolls Roberts onto his stomach and he kneels over the Cobra's back, before slamming a huge right into the side of Aaron's gut! He follows it up with a left, then another right, and left before he clutches his arms around Aaron's chin and pulls back on him, applying a knee to the back. Once more Aaron shouts out through the pain as the Ukrainian breaks the hold and pulls Roberts to his feet and unleashes a wild flurry of shots, followed by a huge sambo suplex! Cover...ONE... TWO... NO! Kickout from the Cobra who climbs up to his feet and turns, only to be nailed with a massive knee to the face! Roberts stumbles back into the corner and Kovalenko storms at him, spinning and landing an elbow to the Cobra's head before he grasps him in a bear-hug and throws him over with a belly to belly suplex! The Cobra cries out in pain, clutching his back as Kovalenko walks and leans over to him, but the crafty Cobra manages to lunge forward and catch him with a low-blow! SJ: Yes! Stick that in your MMA pipe and smoke it you big vodka-drinking, oil-mining Russian piece of crap! IB: Sorry, I didn't quite catch that last bit? SJ: I was just correcting Scoop's blatant racism by saying that the Russians are a fantastic group of humans who provide the world with much wealth and honour. IB: … just as I thought. Having the advantage now, Roberts smiles as he lands a fierce uppercut which causes Kovalenko to stumble over to the opposite of the ring. Smiling and knowing now that he’s in control, the cocky Roberts mounts on top of Kovalenko and begins landing a number of punches. He reaches eight when suddenly Kovalenko grabs him and lifts him up, going for a powerbomb, but instead Aaron headsciscors him back to the mat as Kovalenko lands back first on the mat, wincing in pain. Roberts kicks him to the side,  smirking at Kovalenko’s attempt at a counter as he grabs his leg, motioning for an STF. He locks it in as Kovalenko winces in pain once again, trying desperately to break the hold. Roberts cinches it in as he yells on top of his lungs for Kovalenko to tap. However, Kovalenko slowly but surely starts to make his way toward the bottom rope. Roberts tries his best to drag him back to the middle, but it is to no avail as Kovalenko grabs the bottom rope and the referee forces Roberts out of the hold. SC: I don’t think Kovalenko is going to be very happy following that little maneuver… GR: Hey, this is a WRESTLING match. Roberts can do whatever move he likes. Just because Kovalenko is some submission guy or something doesn’t mean Roberts cant use something out of the lummox’s book! Roberts then bounds off the ropes and nails Viktor with a high knee. He begins to pander to the crowd. He walks over to the national flag of Ukraine and begins to wipe his nose with it, laughing like an idiot. Aaron gets into the ring and picks Viktor up again, he goes to grab him and then Viktor blocks the move. He then spears Aaron to the mat and begins smacking the living crap out of him with lefts and rights and knees and kicks. SC: GOOD GOD! KOVALENKO HAS LOST IT! SJ: The man is a machine The blood thirsty crowd in Siberia begins to cheer as blood splatters everywhere from Aaron Roberts. Roberts tries to get out of the ring, but Viktor keeps pounding the hell out of him. All of a sudden Creme and Scorpio hit the ring and slide into action, they go for Viktor, but like a cat, Viktor is on his feet and both men back away. Pedro reaches in and pulls Aaron out of the ring as he collapses on the floor in a heap on the outside. He is out for the count of 10. SC: Well what the hell was all that about Viktor snapped and knocked Aaron out for a count of ten...surely thats a TKO. SJ: Aaron was counted out, he doesn't lose the title. SC: The referee's going to have to make a tough call here. Roberts is knocked out...he ain't moving. Kovalenko for my money had this won. The referee signals for a count out decision. To the actual boos of the Siberian crowd. Desert Sex literally have to drag the unconscious Roberts to the back as Kovalenko stands in the ring with one arm raised in triumph. SC: Lord have mercy...we have witnessed something very scary for the T.F.W.F. roster tonight. SJ: Aaron is still the Champion I want to state for the record. SC: Well, its a controversial decision because Kovalenko snapped at the disgrace Roberts brought on his Ukranian flag, and out of nowhere he went crazy. I dont think The Cobra has seen the last of Viktor Kovalenko. Winner, via countout: Viktor Kovalenko (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACK WHERE WE SEE SIBERIAN WRESTLING INTERVIEW KRISTINA BELOV STANDING BY WITH CECILE LECRUX. THE SIBERIAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP RESTS ON HER SHOULDER AS KRISTINA BEGINS TO CONDUCT THE INTERVIEW.) KB: Cecile, tonight you, Andrei Sorokov and Darkseid form an unlikely trio as you three take on the stable known as Desert Sex- Scorpio, Crème de la Crème and Ness. Are you at all intimidated by these three men, and the TFWF invasion of Siberia in general? (CECILE SMIRKS AS SHE RESPONDS.) CL: I hate to disappoint these so called competitors, but I'm afraid no one in Siberia is afraid of the TFWF. They travel around the world, claiming to be the best when they have never stepped foot in a Siberian ring, around these fans, competing in below zero temperatures- we in Siberia, the fighters that compete in this environment- we've learned to cope with it. Desert Sex...they have not. KB: So, as the Americans would say, we have a home field advantage here tonight... CL: You're well versed in American linguistics, Belov. I don't know whether I should be impressed or embarrassed for you. (KRISTINA CLEARS HER THROAT BEFORE CONTINUING ON.) KB: Well, nonetheless Cecile, while Desert Sex might be a bit eccentric, they've also held championships throughout their career, while the three of you in recent weeks have been tearing each other apart. C: Darkseid has said over and over again in these last few weeks that he wanted to be the one representing Siberia- well, tonight he has the floor. As for Sorokov...we haven't seen eye to eye in recent weeks. It's really beginning to test me. But at the same time, seeing someone like Scorpio and Crème with their teased hair and girlish figures, calling themselves fighters...well, that aggravates me even more. And tonight, in that steel, barbed wire cage, they will learn my wrath. And trust me, it won't be pretty. (CECILE STARTS TO WALK OFF BEFORE BELOV STOPS HER. SHE TURNS AROUND WITH A PERPLEXED LOOK ON HER FACE.) CL: I don't like being touched, Belov. I suggest you don't do it again. KB: My apologies, but I wanted to inform you that on February 14th, the next Siberian Wrestling supercard takes place and The Warden has announced that he will let you choose your opponent for the Siberian Heavyweight Championship. Do you have any idea on who would be a suitable candidate for your championship? CL: Well...there is one...but... (LECRUX BITES HER LIP, THEN SHAKES HER HEAD AND WALKS OFF AS WE CUT BACK TO THE SIBERIAN WRESTLING ANNOUNCERS, IVAN BRODY AND GREGORY REPIN.) (RINGSIDE.) IB: Hmm, I found that kind of odd to be honest Repin. Who do you think Cecile Lecrux was thinking about when Kristina asked her that question? GR: There's only one person who she could have been thinking of...TROY TRINIDAD! IB: I believe he got fed to the wolves...and even then I'd have to say you're pretty stupid to be even suggesting that. GR: But you do have to admit that him being wolf chow is something that'll bring smiles to BOTH the TFWF and Siberian Wrestling. That's what I do here, Brody, try and bring people together, while all you do is sit around and ask vague questions. IB: (ignoring Repin) Nonetheless, ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fantastic joint production of the TFWF and Siberian Wrestling thus far but there is more to come as the new upstart team of Kenneth Knight and Steven White look to make an impact as they take on Trinity members Darius Iscariot and Xander Gates. Let's go to Anna Petrov at ringside for the introductions! Kenneth Knight/Steven White vs Xander Gates /Darius Iscariot (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’PLUG IN BABY’- MUSE PLAYS* (KNIGHT AND WHITE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING AS THE ANNOUNCERS SPECULATE) AP: Making their way towards the ring from Washington, DC...weighing in at a total combined weight of 385 pounds...Kenneth Knight and Steven White!!! IB: Both White and Knight have had their troubles with the Trinity, but tonight is the first night that they get a crack at both Darius Iscariot and Xander Gates. GR: Yeah, they've been bothering The Trinity for weeks now...it's about time that Iscariot and Gates shut them up once and for all! *’LORD GIVE ME A SIGN’- DMX PLAYS* AP: And their opponents... (BOTH XANDER GATES AND DARIUS ISCARIOT SLOWLY MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) AP: Making their way towards the ring representing the Trinity...first, from Galilee, weighing 260 pounds..."The Black Pope" Darius Iscariot...and his tag team partner...from Denver, Colorado... weighing 249 pounds, Xander Gates!!! IB: Both men, alongside Darkseid, have formed the Trinity, trying to gain control of Siberia in recent months. If they can get the victory here tonight, their ultimate dream might just come into fruition. GR: Considering who they are facing, I think their ultimate dream is going to become a reality sooner than you think, Brody. IB: Looks like Steven White and Xander Gates are going to start things off for their respective teams. GR: And I wouldn’t want to be the Daredevil right now. Both men to center. White with a collar and elbow into a side hidlock. Gates shoves him off into the ropes, and as he rebounds, Gates throws White with a overhead belly to belly. But the Daredevil lands on his feet, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. And Xander Gates turns to find a standing dropkick waiting for him. Whap! He hits the canvas, and White follows up quick, hitting an armbar legdrop, before lifting Gates up, and arm-wringing him towards White’s corner. IB: There’s the tag to Kenneth Knight. The crowd approves, and Knight enters the ring with a boot for Xander’s gut. Knight lifts Gates up, via a hand under his chin, but as he goes for a right hand, Gates thumbs him in the eye. GR: Nice. The ref offers a warning. Gate shrugs him off, reaching for the Avenger. But Knight grabs Gates around the waist and nails an inverted atomic drop. That’s followed by a hard irish whip into Gate’s corner, and some smack talk aimed at getting Iscariot to take the tag. Which he does. And Knight explodes on him with a charging shoulder block. Iscariot hits the mat, but rolls fee of Knight’s following elbow drop. Iscariot to his feet with an irish whip for Knight. Knight reverses, throwing Darius into the corner near Steven White, following up with a flurry of rights and lefts before tagging White in. IB: Knight and White making tags like a well oiled machine. You have to give them the advantage as far as tag team specialty is concerned. White enters the ring, looking to lay into Iscariot. But quick as hell, Iscariot pivots, grabbing the back of the Daredevil’s head and forcing him to headbutt his tag team partner off the apron. GR: Tag team specialty, huh? IB: A brutal and innovative maneuver by the Black Pope. Knight is clutching his head on the ring floor, and Steven White is clearly dazed. Iscariot capitalizes with a massive fall away slam, hurling White all the way across the ring and following, to tag in Gates. Gates leaps over the top rope and spins to land with his feet on White’s chest. The crowd collectively “Oohs!” The Gates applies a step over arm bar and reaches to tag Iscariot in again. GR: Who’s the well-oiled machine now? Darius hits the ring with stiff stomps to White’s barred arm. He and Gates take the full four before breaking the double team. Gates to the apron, and Iscariot lifts White up for a rope-assisted arm bar, wrenching Steven’s arm against the thinly-covered cables and snarling. GR: Brutal … IB: Brutally illegal. GR: It’s not illegal yet. Man’s got a four count, Ivan. Which he takes full advantage of, breaking just before five. Iscariot waits a second, for the count to reset, and then applies the vicious armbar again. On the apron, Kenneth Knight, who has recovered from the headbutt, has had enough. To the cheers of the crowd, he hits the ring, looking to put an end to Iscariot’s tactics. But the ref catches Knight out of the corner of his eye and turns to physically push him back into his corner. Gates takes advantage of the distraction and kicks the bejesus out of White’s rope-barred arm. IB: Come on! The fans boo their disapproval, but Iscariot couldn’t care less. He tags in Gates, who climbs to the top rope and jumps with a double axe handle aimed for White’s arm. But White manages to shove Iscariot in front of him, and Gates accidentally connects with his partner instead. The crowd roars at slip up and claps loudly, lead by Kenneth Knight, the whole arena willing Steven White to his corner. IB: He’s almost there… GR: Grab that man! White is a fingertip away from Knight, reaching for the tag, but Gates dives and catches White around the leg, tripping him millimeters from the corner. And the fans boo for all they’re worth. Luckily, it’s short-lived, as the Daredevil rolls onto his back and boots Gates in the head, freeing himself long enough to make a diving tag. IB: He made it! And the area explodes as the Avenger hits the ring. Dropping Gates, then Iscariot. Then Gates. Then Iscariot. Over and over, with a series of right hands and chops. The place is electric! So much so, no one notices Iscariot crawl around behind Knight. And as the Avenger goes to the well one too many times, Xander Gates superkicks him over Iscariot’s back. GR: That was a short-lived comeback. Iscariot rolls from the ring and runs to grab White’s leg, preventing the save as Gates goes for the pin. 1… 2… Kickout! Gates slaps the mat in anger. Standing, he grabs Knight’s leg and drags him center for an STF. IB: This isn’t good. Gates has that submission hold locked in the center of the ring. Finally, the ref leans over the ropes and demands that Iscariot return to his corner. He complies, and White hits the ring, looking to break up the submission. The ref is right there, though, and he keeps White from getting involved. Behind the official’s back, Iscariot drops a mean boot onto Knight’s head en route to the corner. The ref turns, just in time to see Iscariot climb onto the apron, then drops to check if Knight wants to submit. GR: Call it already. He’s done. But Kenneth Knight is not done. With the audience’s vocal assistance, the Avenger crawls, scratches and fights his way to the bottom rope, finally forcing Gates to break the hold. Gates says, have it your way, and stands with a driving knee into the small of Knight’s back before tagging in Iscariot. The Black Pope hits the ring and lifts Knight up with a series of punches, followed by an Irish whip. Knight rebounds into an Iscariot lariat- IB: No! He ducked it! And as Knight rebounds again, Iscariot turns, and the two collide, head-to-head, and both drop like dead weight to the canvas. Both men are down, and the referee begins the double count. On the apron, Steven White stomps his foot, urging the crowd to cheer on his partner, who, at the count of eight, finally drags himself close enough to make the tag. IB: Tag to the Daredevil. GR: Iscariot may be in trouble… White hops over the top rope and into the ring. Then he lifts himself onto the second turnbuckle. Raising his arm in the air, he points at Iscariot, who’s just now making it to one knee. And as the crowd cheers, the Dardevil flies… Right into a lifting knee from Iscariot. IB: Holy mary mother of god, Iscariot just decapitated Steven White with that gravity-assisted knee to the chin. And with Kenneth Knight still recovering on the ring apron, things look pretty bleak, as Iscariot rises and stalks toward the face-down Steven White. Dropping to one knee, Darius mocks like he’s asking for a blessing, then he grabs White’s arms and lifts him slightly. GR: This is it! Iscariot is going for the Harrow!!! Iscariot lifts him up in the air, looking to finish the move, but White manages to rake the eyes of Iscariot in midair, blinding him. Iscariot releases White as he tags in Xander Gates, who immediately goes after White. He picks up White and whips him across the ropes, leveling him with a clothesline. He already signals for the end, picking up White and going for a brainbuster, but White floats over behind Gates and rolls him up. The referee makes the three count right as Iscariot manages to break the pin. Winners, via pinfall: Kenneth Knight and Steven White IB: Iscariot and Gates proved to be worthy opponents, but they didnt expect White or Knight to pick up the victory over them...but they did! GR: Did you SEE the eyeraking?! Bunch of cheaters, White and Knight are. Gates and Iscariot might of had an off night here tonight, but trust me, there's going to be a time where those two are going to get revenge, and I wouldn't want to be those two when it happens. White and Knight celebrate in the ring as Gates rolls out of the ring in pain. He's admonished by Iscariot as they make their way up the rampway. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (THE DOOR TO THE WARDEN’S AREA OPENS WITH A MASSIVE THUD. SECURITY GUARDS COME POPPING OUT READY TO WRESTLE THE INTRUDER TO THE GROUND. THE WARDEN LOOKS UP IN A STATE OF SHOCK FROM HIS TV MONITOR TO SEE SEBASTIAN CROSS STANDING THERE. A FIRE IN HIS EYES AND READY TO HURT. THE WARDEN GLANCES AT HIS SECURITY INDICATING FOR THEM TO STAND DOWN. SLOWLY MAKING HIS WAY IN BEHIND CROSS IS THE MANAGEMENT.) SC: So...I want directions RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TEAR THAT SON OF BITCHES THROAT OUT! (THE WARDEN SMILES.) W: Mr. Cross I presume, welcome to our facility... SC: Pleasantries aren’t my strong point...however a map would be appreciated. IM: Simmer down Cross... (CROSS GLANCES ACROSS AND SEES IAN MONKS STANDING THERE. MONKS OFFERS CROSS ONE OF HIS TOTALLY DISGUSTING SMILES. CROSS SHAKES HIS HEAD.) SC: I see you keep pretty shitty company Warden...now my directions and I will leave you two guys to plot the downfall of an evil school for the disabled or something... W: It’s not that simple Mr. Cross, we have demands from Mr. Wong here. SC: Demands? W: Mr. Wong has asked you wait till after your match. SC: I am not waiting 3 hours for him...he wanted me here, he has been working something with McDonald...I am here...I want to see him now! The son of a bitch has the keys to my families where abouts. W: You will not have to wait 3 hours...your match with JC McDonald will be 3-4 matches before the end, we are just finalizing it now. SC: I am sorry... W: 3 to... SC: No I heard you asshole, I am just trying to work out why we are shifting the card around at the last minute? IM: Wong wants to see you before the show goes off the air...part of his conditions. SC: And we are bowing to him? (CROSS WAITS FOR A MOMENT.) SC: Because it makes good TV right... IM: Well it does... (CROSS PAUSES FOR A MOMENT AND THEN LAUNCHES HIMSELF ACROSS THE ROOM. HE GRABS MONKS BY THE THROAT AND BEGINS KICKING AND PUNCHING HIM.) SC: YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! YOU PUT MY FUCKING FAMILY ON TV LIKE A DAMN REALITY TV SHOW! IT’S MY WIFE AND KID! (SECURITY PULLS CROSS OFF AS MONKS IS LYING THERE BLOODIED AND HURT.) IM: YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR FAMILY AGAIN CROSS...PLAY THE FUCKING GAME!  THE CLOWN HOLDS ALL THE CARDS! DONT YOU GET THAT YET? DONT YOU UNDERSTAND! ITS HIS RULES. NOT MINE! (CROSS PAUSES FOR A MOMENT AND SECURITY CEASES HOLDING HIM.) SC: Rules, you are willing to take advantage off no doubt...I suppose McDonald knows does he? IM: We informed him earlier at his hotel...we waited for you to arrive here. SC: Good, well call that son of a bitch back because when I am finished breaking his neck...winning that World title and killing Dorian Wong in his cell. I am going to come here and make you beg for my mercy Monks. (CROSS STORMS OUT.  THE MANAGEMENT LOOKS AT MONKS ON THE FLOOR. COVERED IN BLOOD AND HIS CLOTHING RIPPED AND SNICKERS.) IM: Something funny? M: No, no...I was  just... IM: Laughing it up. Well get your laughing gear around this...he wants you there too. M: What? IM: Wong...part of the conditions...you there as well...with Cross. M: Me, but why? IM: DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MIND READER! M: I won’t do it... IM: Oh you will do it. You have been sat out here in Siberia for months now and have done NOTHING to help T.F.W.F.. Fact is I should have fired you after that PWR fiasco...but now, you’re going to do like we are all doing. Play his game so we can get the fuck out of here. M:  I can’t understand what he wants with me... IM: Get out of here...and take that stupid Russian fur hat off...you’re an embarrassment... M: It’s cold... (MONKS GLARES AT THE MANAGEMENT AGAIN. THE MANAGEMENT SHAKES HIS HEAD. TAKES HIS HAT OFF AND WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM MUTTERING UNDER HIS BREATH.) W: I wonder what he could possibly want with him as well... IM: Fuck knows, but thats the least of my worries right now, I just want to make sure that we follow his list and we get this on film so the world can see Sebastian Cross and Dorian Wong come face to face after 6 months. W: My bank account is already anticipating it as well Mr. Monks... (MONKS LOOKS AT THE WARDEN AND THEN OFFERS THAT SMILE AGAIN.) IM: Maybe, I will have that drink after all... (SCENE FADES AS MONKS GETS UP TO HIS FEET.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The more this unfolds the more I think that psychologically Cross is not in this match tonight... SJ: And you think The Champ is? He has played by Wong’s rules and got laid the hell out last week! SC: Granted JC McDonald got laid out by this “Dorian Wong”, but this “Dorian Wong” also knows where Sebastian’s wife and child are and your Champion knew for a whole damn week before he said so. SJ: JC McDonald is the World Champion, he is doing what’s right for this company! SC: He is doing what’s right for himself and damn TCK...Speaking of doing something for himself...nobody has been doing that better lately than Allen Bartsch... T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match The Commonwealth Connection (c) vs Kent Clark/APB (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'FROM HEADS UNWORTHY' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (SG MARTINS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS UP HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. HE WALKS TO THE RING NODDING HIS HEAD TO HIS MUSIC AND FOCUSING ON THE TASK AT HAND. HE SPINS AROUND AND OUT WALKS CHESTER ADDISON. THE TWO SHARE A LOW HAND SLAP AND WALK TO THE RING.) AP: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 452 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Chester Addison...SG Martins...The Commonwealth Connection!!! SC: They shocked the world at the last T.F.W.F. PPV...tonight they must finally get to grips one way or another with what is bothering Allen Bartsch. SJ: Piles... AP: And their opponents... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (ALLEN AND KENT WALK ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch...and Kent Clark!!! SC: Of course Kent Clark held the Tag gold once in his career already with Tank as his partner... SJ: Who? The bell rings and this one is underway, Martins and Clark start out as Chester and APB head to their respective corners. SG and Kent circle round the ring each feigning to make the first move. Eventually they lock up with each man vying to gain the upper hand. After some toing and froing, SG knocks Kent’s right arm out of the way and locks in an arm wringer. He twists the arm and gets the top wristlock and tries to force Kent onto the mat but Clark bridges and rests the top of his head on the canvas, Clark tries to fight back and slowly raises himself up. He gets back to his feet and reverses the wristlock into a wringer on Martins, Kent spins and drags SG over his body in an arm drag type maneuver, he tries to lock in an Armbar but SG rolls back and gets back to his feet and both men are back to where they started and staring down. SC: Even start here from two athletic competitors Snoop, neither man getting the advantage at this early stage. SJ: When will APB kill all of them? He’s been moaning for long enough about it... Back in the ring the two men lock up again, this time Martins raises his right knee into Kent’s gut and locks his arms around the waist, he moves himself so he is behind Clark and lifts him up before dropping him to the mat, he switches position so he can get Kent in a front facelock, Kent tries to fight back but SG moves back and gets Kent’s left arm in a hammer lock, Kent spins his body and reverses the hold and gets Martins in the Hammerlock. SG spins out and hits a Northern Lights suplex with a beautiful bridge for an optimistic two count. He grabs Clark by the head and places him in the corner before tagging in Chester. Addison jumps over the ropes and runs into the opposite side, SG snapmares Clark and then Chester dropkicks Kent in the face. He makes the cover but Kent kicks out at 1, Chester picks Kent up and gives him a European Uppercut, then delivers a Snap Suplex before a Standing Shooting Star Press into a cover. 1...2.. Kick out by Clark. Chester picks up the 8 Bit Kid and tags in SG, the pair pull Kent into the centre of the ring before giving him a double arm wringer into a Double Russian Leg Sweep, Chester goes back to the corner as SG covers for 2 again. SC: Great teamwork and promise shown by The Commonwealth Connection here, but Kent Clark shows he is no pushover. SJ: Do you think Russian women like a man in a tie? Because I could take it off and show off a bit of chest hair... IB: Scoop, is your collegue always this... Repulsive? SC: Unfortunately Ivan... He’s like a bad habit. GR: He’s a complete and utter... SJ: Sexy Love God! Yeah baby! No tie and some curly chest hair! That’s what the Ruskie Bitches want!!! In ring and Martins has his hands on Kent’s chin and his knee in his back. The ref asks Kent if he wants to quit but he refuses to entertain the thought. He tries to loosen SG’s grip on his chin and he manages to fight back to struggle back to his feet. He drops an elbow into Martin’s gut and runs off the ropes. He leaps up and looks for a Hurrcarrana, but Martins turns and powerbombs Kent into the corner where Chester awaits another tag. As Clark falls to the canvas, Chester leaps over the ropes and hits a leg drop. He makes the cover but only gets a 2 count again. He runs off the ropes and nails another leg drop but only gets a two again. He tags out to SG who comes back and hits Kent in the face with a spinning heel kick as Chester nails a leg sweep and the Connection are on top of their challenger. SC: More teamwork here and Kent Clark needs to make that tag to APB. He is in trouble here. SJ: Hey baby, you know the Snoopster can give you a little bit of what ya want... Oh sorry did you say something Cuthbertson? SC: Unbelievable... As Kent struggles back to his feet, SG stands and waits, as Clark gets to a vertical base Martins kicks him in the gut and gets him in the Gutwrench position, he hoists Kent up but Clark punches Martins in the face and SG doesn’t get him fully up, Clark drops to his feet and pushes Martins back before nailing him full on with a Super Kick. SG stands there dazed before dropping onto his back and both men are down. The referee starts his count and Kent slowly crawls over to where APB has an outstretched arm. As Kent gets close the referee is upto four, SG is back on his knees and Clark slowly gets to the corner and tags in APB. Bartsch casually enters the ring, and as SG gets back to his feet, holding his jaw and he sees Allen just staring at him with a smile on his face. Martins look to his left and to his right before tagging Chester on the chest clearly not in the mood for that fight. SC: Martins clearly wanting no part of APB yet, but can you blame him given the Super Kick he just took from Clark? SJ: THIS IS WHERE BUSINESS PICKS UP! APB IS GONNA WIND UP IN PRISON AFTER HE’S FINISHED WITH THESE TWO JERKS!! IB: Err... APB is currently in and around a prison... GR: Fucking idiot. Chester looks at APB and walks towards the wily veteran, Chester asking why it’s come down to this, APB doesn’t answer, Addison gets right in his face and asks again. This time APB just slaps the young star across the face! As Chester sees red now he runs towards Bartsch who just picks him up and delivers a devastating spinebuster. He covers Chester but only gets a two count. APB picks up Addison and feeds him into the corner, he delivers a couple of chops to the chest and sits him on the top rope. He lines up Chester and just punches him square in the jaw, Addison reels back before falling back and out of the ring onto the mat!! APB just smirks as he rolls out of the ring and picks up the clearly hurt Chester Addison. SC: My God! Did you see the ferocity there? APB just punched Chester Addison out of the ring!! SJ: Nee Naw Nee Naw! SC: You… No, words don’t describe… Outside the ring and APB smacks Addison’s face into the announce table. Chester just stays sprawled over the table as APB hoists him up in a bearhug type hold, he looks around before running and ramming Chester’s back into the ring post. Addison screams in pain before APB rolls him back into the ring. Allen makes a cover but Chester kicks out, Bartsch looks a little annoyed and picks Addison back up, he grabs him by the arm and delivers a short arm clothesline. Another cover and another kick out. This time APB slams the mat in frustration and picks Chester back up. He places Addison’s head between his legs and calls for the Piledriver, Chester tries to fight back, wriggling and struggling. APB clubs him in the back and lifts. Addison isn’t done yet though and through sheer determination lifts his body up and over Bartsch and rolls through into the sunset flip. The referee counts 1...2...3... NO! APB rolls out and drops Addison with a devastating Lariat again. APB makes the cover now and 1..2.... No! This time the frustration is evident, as APB face turns a shade of red. He picks up the head of Chester and locks in a side headlock, he tightens his grip as he tries to get the submission victory. The already lifeless form doesn’t take long to appear to be out, the referee picks up Chester’s arm. He drops it once and there is no resistance. APB shouts out that this is over, the referee raises the arm again and it drops with no challenge from Chester. APB even lets out a smile now, as the referee raises Chester’s arm for the third and final time, he lets go but the result is irrelevant as SG Martins delivers a horribly loud kick into APB’s back. He picks up Bartsch and whips him off the ropes, as APB comes back he gives him a fantastic tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker before the referee finally forces him back into the corner. SC: This match was all but over until SG Martins came back to rescue his partner. SJ: If that had been Desert Sex you’d have said that was cheating. SC: Wait. What? SJ: Typical liar trying to change the subject!!! IB: This match appears finely balanced Scoop, but I have to be honest, I cannot see Chester coming back from that beating he just took. SC: Chester Addison has a lot of fight in... GR: Could somebody get me another drink?? Back in the ring and the two fallen athletes look to get back to their corners, the referee is counting both men down and is up to six. SG is like a caged animal waiting to be unleashed as Kent still looks sore from the double teaming he suffered earlier on in the match, as the referee reaches eight APB tags in Clark and Addison tags in SG!! The two men charge each other and Clark ducks Martin’s clothesline attempt. As SG turns round Kent gives him a couple of kicks and hits the spinning roundhouse, SG gets back to his feet and Kent hits a back elbow. He goes for it again but Martins ducks and hits a back elbow of his own. Kent gets up and both men go for a dropkick. They get back to their feet and stand off again, each man lets out a breath and takes a moment to collect their thoughts. They lock up again and Kent goes for a side headlock, he takes Martins down and wrenches at the head. SG tries to bring his leg round to try and get Clark to relinquish the hold. But Clark resists, SG tries again and this time he gets his leg around Kent’s neck and goes for the scissors, but Clark rolls out and goes for another kick but Martins rolls back and narrowly avoids the move. Clark goes for a clothesline but SG ducks and nails a drop toe hold and Clarks face crashes into the middle turnbuckle and SG makes a tag to Chester. SG then whips Clark into his own corner, but with APB still on the floor recovering there are no worries about the sly tag. Martins follows up on Clark with a Big corner splash, he then whips Clark back towards whence he came but Chester dives off the top and connects with a Double Knee Facebreaker, Clark staggers back to his feet but SG picks the 8 Bit Kid up and drives him into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver. SG raises his arms and Chester makes the cover and the referee gets down. 1.....2.......3..... NO! The count is stopped by a very groggy APB. Martins and Addison can’t believe it! SG grabs Bartsch and throws him out of the ring and follows him out leaving the two legal men in the ring. SC: WHAT TEAMWORK! I thought The Commonwealth Connection had this in the bag following that spell of offence against Kent Clark there. But APB came out of nowhere right at the last second to save the day. SJ: APB is a winner, not like these two idiots, and APB saw that and that is why he shoved them to the curb, but it is just his luck that this idiot Clark can’t get his head in the game here. SC: Umm Kent has had his fair share of offence here too Snoop. SJ: Doesn’t look like it. IB: No he really has... GR: Who really cares anyway? Back in the ring and Chester is taking his time with Clark who is clearly on dream street here, Chester has Kent in the corner and is giving some kicks to the gut, he pulls Clark out of the corner and gives him a knee to the gut. He calls out for ‘The Final Notice’ and hooks Kent up. As he spins Clark reverses and lands on his feet, Chester turns round and in a last ditch effort for survival Kent gives him a kick in the gut and lands the Dragon Punch!!! Chester stands there for a second before falling back to the mat. SC: DRAGON PUNCH! Kent pulls it out of nowhere again! This is just what he needed!! Now can he get the tag? SJ: He better do, because APB will end this once and for all... With both men down the referee begins to count them out, SG is dying for the hot tag to be made, and Bartsch is calling out to Clark, as the ref reaches five both men start to muster. The desperation in Martins face is plain for all to see, urging and willing, almost lusting for Addison to make it to the corner. Kent Clark is edging towards APB, the ref reaches seven, and both men are inches away. Eight and Clark gets the tag! One last ditch effort from Chester and SG is in!! He taunts APB and ducks a clothesline attempt. SG nails a knife edge chop, a punch to the stomach and follows it up with a Mongolian Chop. APB hits the floor and gets back up, SG hits a back elbow and APB is down again, Bartsch is back to his feet and Martins nails the Hip toss. He makes a cover but APB kicks out before one. SG runs APB off the ropes and nails him with a calf kick, Bartsch gets back up and SG with a BIG time powerslam. One and two and a kickout. SG picks up the slightly dazed APB and nails a snap suplex. Martins stands tall as APB feels the pain and points upwards, he is quick to make the top rope and points to APB’s body. He leaps off the top and drives his elbow deep into the heart of Allen Bartsch! The moment of redemption is here now for the Commonwealth Connection, the referee is down for the count and 1....2....3... NOOOO! Clark dives in at the very last moment to save this match for his team. Martins can’t believe it! And is storming round the ring as he knows he had the match won right there! SC: Kent Clark showing just how much the TFWF Tag Titles mean here Snoop. SJ: That’s the smartest thing the Neo Geo Nerd has ever done. Back in the ring and the referee is trying to get Clark back to ringside, but he is having a hard time as Kent is still dazed. Meanwhile SG picks APB back up but is startled when APB clocks him in the jaw and he falls backward. Hurriedly Bartsch throws an object outside of the ring. SC: Did APB just use a foreign object? SJ: Martins just got KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT BOY!!!! SC: That’s... That’s cheating... SJ: KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT. BOOM HEADSHOT MOTHER FUCKER!!! APB looks at the lifeless SG, and looks at Kent Clark now in his corner but leant over still suffering, he lets out a smile at his handiwork and walks over to Kent and tags himself out. Clark looks at APB who tells him to make the cover, Kent shrugs and looks at Martins, clearly a little suspicious as to why this turn of events has occurred. Kent makes the cover on SG as APB looks on. 1...2......3.... NO! Much like when SG had APB beat there is Chester Addison to make the save at the last possible breath. APB is infuriated ringside and drops down and picks up the object he used before. As he picks it up it is clear he had Brass knuckles! He rolls into the ring as Kent looks at him. Shocked at what he has in his hands, he starts to argue with Bartsch and the ref is quick to grab at the knucks. APB goes back to the corner and Clark tags him back in before he even gets out, as Kent turns back round to tell APB what to do he is met full on with a Superkick from Chester Addison!!! Clark flies over the top rope and down to the floor, but before Chester can capitalise APB snaps and nails him with the All Points Bulletin. Chester is out and APB looks at the still prone SG Martins. He goes over and picks him up, but SG surprises Bartsch with a Small Package. The referee is down and counts 1...2.....3.... Bartsch kicks out just after the referee’s hand makes the count! The Connection retain the titles! Bartsch looks absolutely livid with the outcome! He picks up SG Martins who is still a little dazed and hits him with the All Points Bulletin before storming out of the ring, clearly angry with how this one has ended. SC: APB caught out by SG Martins there Snoop, but he clearly just sent the Connection a message. SJ: It’s not about titles, it’s all about the hurt. And SG Martins suffered the KTFO from APB right there! Those cocky, smug, arrogant bastards will find out the hard way! You’ll see!! SC: Yeah sure, anyway folks we will be back right after this. Winners, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: The Commonwealth Connection [HYPE VIDEO: MONDAY MAYHEM BEST OF 2009 OUT FOR CHRISTMAS 2009.] SC: Folks we do have some limited technology here tonight, but some of our pre-recorded videos of T.F.W.F. products can still be seen... SJ: We can still shill shit in otherwords! SC: Ummm yes...speaking of someone who’s t-shirt is on the rise on T.F.W.F.com...Joel Bryant has proven in recent weeks since the split with Eaton Gore...how Hardcore Bryant really is...a few weeks back he took down Stevie Swing...has Swing made a 100% recovery? We will find out next... T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Match Joel Bryant (c) vs Stevie Swing (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'DANCE EPIDEMIC' - ELECTRIC SIX PLAYS* (SWING WALKS ONTO THE STAGE HITTING A POSE. SHE MAKES HER WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois...weighing 130 pounds...Stevie Swing!!! SC: Well last week she looked ok...and then she pretty much imploded in the ring Snoop. SJ: I am here this time to give her mouth to mouth if needed! JH: And her opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SJ: Is the irony lost on you that we have a load of weapons around here and a load of dangerous people within about 2 feet of said weapons... SC: No... SJ: Hmmm...I am glad. Both competitors look around at the weaponry surrounding them – chairs, tables, bats, barbed wire – everything they could possibly need. The bell rings, and immediately the pair storm out at one another, and fall to the ground as they each trade hard rights and lefts! Like one being, the pair roll around the ring, slamming fists and elbows and forearms onto the face of the other before Swing manages to avoid a shot from Bryant and slams a kick to his groin, doubling him over and leaving him prone to a disgusting elbow to the back of his head. Bryant hits the ground, and Swing smirks as she positions his throat over the middle rope, pressing down on his back and choking him out! With no real rules to the match, the referee can do nothing but ask Bryant if he wants to submit – but the Artist Formerly Known As Crazyman is in no mind to give up just yet. Swing senses this, and shakes her head before letting go of Bryant and running off of the opposite ropes. As Bryant stands she sprints at him, going for a form of crossbody – but Bryant counters with a huge back body drop over the top rope, to the outside! Swing lands hard on the ground, clutching her back in agony as Bryant exits the ring and begins to sift through weapons. SJ: He cheated! SC: Cheated? Ha! Not even you can claim that one in this match... it's Hardcore rules! SJ: And didn't your wife like Hardcore sex? 'Cos if I remember correctly, you still said she cheated on you. SC: … As Swing makes her way to her feet Bryant grasps a chair from ringside, and turns, blasting it over Stevie Swing's face! The Dancing Queen drops back in pain, and Bryant gets straight onto her, landing a series of hard forearm shots to her face before dragging her up and turning, throwing her against the apron. He then unleashes a wild flurry of punches, and as she slumps forward Bryant hooks her and lifts, dropping her with a huge suplex on the outside! He covers... 1...2...No! Kickout from Swing, and Bryant shakes his head in frustration. Both manage to get to their feet, however it's Bryant who takes the advantage as he storms at Swing with a massive clothesline, and as she stands he downs her with a hip-toss. Finishing with a stomp to her gut, Bryant turns back to the weapons; however a call from the crowd catches his attention. Realising that many of the prisoners at ringside will have their own weapons, he contemplates going in to find them, before he looks at Swing with a smirk. Bryant hauls her up and turns – launching her over the barricade and into the blood-thirsty prisoners! SC: Oh, no! Those prisoners will eat Swing alive! SJ: But she won't be eating them... unless they're pussies. SC: Will you stop! SJ: What?! I heard Stevie Swing used to live in Korea and has a fondness for cats. SC: A fondness for cats... you sure that's Stevie? As Swing comes slumping over the barrier, she's clearly taken the full force of the frustrated prisoners and looks more than a little worse for wears – and to top it all off, Bryant comes down on her with a thunderous elbow drop to the back before rolling her over and hooking the leg... 1... 2... Kickout from Swing as Bryant smashes a fist into the ground in annoyance. Bryant then picks Swing up, and lays a series of huge shots to her face before grasping her for a belly-to-belly suplex! Swing lands hard on the unforgiving floor, and clutches her back in pain before she uses the barricade to stand, and Bryant storms at her with a shoulder block, sending her back into the metal! He then unleashes and array of kicks to her midsection before leaping up and dropping a huge knee over her face. SJ: First Stingina, now Stevie... what's Bryant's problem with beautiful women? He stands and slides a table into the ring, before throwing up the apron and emptying the contents into Siberia's squared circle. He then pulls Swing up, however the time taken to collect weapons has clearly allowed her to recover a little as she dropkicks him, sending him back into the steel stairs! She quickly grasps on him, throwing him into the ring facing down, with his head sticking out on the apron and Swing lands another dropkick to it before climbing in and hooking the leg on a dazed Bryant... 1... 2... No! Kickout from Bryant at two, and Swing's anger boils over as she slams a fist into his back. She then crawls across the ring and picks up a trash-can lid, turning to a now-standing Bryant and smashing the metal over his head! Bryant stumbles back into the nearest corner and Swing places the metal lid over his face before taking a few paces back and running – outside crescent kick driving the metal into Bryant's face! Swing scoops him up and inverts him, tying him to the tree of woe before she positions the rest of the trash-can under him, and allows him to drop into it with his legs still on the top turnbuckle. Swing turns and picks up a kendo stick before turning back to Bryant and she swings the stick, going through the metal to Bryant's head! Unsurprisingly he slumps forward off of the top and Swing hooks... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Bryant -just- manages to throw the shoulder up. SC: Bryant fighting through all the pain there to kick out – that's the reason 2010 is going to be a huge year for Bryant. SJ: What about Stevie? SC: I don't have to be fortune teller to work out that Stevie Swing might not be quite as big a name in 2010... Swing gets in the referee's face, shouting at him to count faster next time as she pulls Bryant to his feet and picks up the kendo stick, crashing it into Bryant's abdomen! The Hardcore Champion doubles over, and Swing sweeps up with the stick, landing it into his face as he gets spun, and Swing catches him with a back suplex which she bridges... 1... 2... No! Bryant manages to throw himself over in time, and gets to his feet. Swing scoops up the stick and swings it Bryant's way once more, however Bryant dodges it and catches her in the position for a scoop slam before turning, SLAMMING HER ONTO A STEEL CHAIR! He covers...1....2...NO! Swing manages to power out, and nobody can believe it! Bryant stares on in disbelief as he waits for Swing to stand. He then runs for a lariat, but Swing dodges it and grasps a barbed wire-wrapped chair, spinning and smashing it over Bryant's skull! He drops back, and the chair falls, still tangled in his hair as blood begins to run from his face. As Bryant painfully sets about tearing his hair out to free the barbed wire chair, Swing turns to the table and sets it up near one of the corners. She turns back to Bryant and slams a fist into the now-gushing cut, and hauls him up before throwing him against the corner. SC: This certainly looks ominous for Bryant... there's a table lurking down there waiting for him! SJ: Just like Randall Dylan in the women's locker room... Swing throws a hard chop to Bryant's chest before she reaches down and tries to hoist him up onto the top, but Bryant springs back into life with a huge bionic elbow! Swing slumps down, and Bryant throws a kick into her gut before hooking both arms, and downing her with a double-underhook DDT! Swing remains motionless, face-down on the mat, but Bryant doesn't go for the cover. Instead he reaches into his tights and slowly draws out a black cloth bag. The prisoners cheer, realising what barbaric weapon they could be seeing as Bryant inverts the bag, pouring its contents all over the table – THUMBTACKS! The blood-thirsty crowd are going wild as Bryant makes a cut-throat gesture and turns back to Swing, hauling her up to the top rope before he climbs up to the perilous heights too. Swing manages to throw a shot to his face, and Bryant stumbles before he responds with a punch of his own. Swing's back at him with an elbow, but Bryant's not moving as he nails a forearm. All of a sudden Swing manages to get to her feet on the top, and she pulls Bryant up to his, however Bryant scoops her up into a sidewalk slam position, before he drops back, DRIVING SWING THROUGH THE TACKED TABLE!!! SC: WOW! Both are out of it after that! SJ: Poor Stevie!!! As both are laid out in the carnage of wood, metal, blood and thumbtacks the referee checks them, and has no choice but to begin a count. R: One... two... three... four... There are signs of life as Bryant begins to stretch out, feeling for the nearby ropes and Swing clutches her head in pain. R: … five... six... seven... Bryant manages to grab the second rope, however can only get to one knee as the impact of the table and thumbtacks is apparent. Swing rolls over, revealing her back to be studded with the sharp tacks. R: … eight... nine... Bryant flicks back his hair and breathes in deeply, his face now completely covered in blood from earlier. Swing is beginning to stand... R: … te- Bryant's up! And Swing follows suit quickly as they both turn, and Swing lands a huge kick to Bryant's gut before she lands a european uppercut, spinning Bryant and she rolls him up ….1.... Swing gets her feet on the ropes, showing shades of her LHW title win... 2.... BRYANT POWERS OUT! Both get to their feet quickly, however Swing's right in there with an eye-rake, and as Bryant turns she bounces his head off of the top turnbuckle and downs him with a swinging neckbreaker into the tacks and broken table! She stumbles back, however instead of going for pin, Swing reaches into her top and pulls out a small bottle, showing it to the crowd and smirking. SJ: Oh my God! That's salted water, I saw Swing making that in the shower block this morning! SC: What were you doing in the women's shower block?! SJ: I wasn't! Swing was in the men's! SC: Old habits die hard, I guess. Swing slowly un-does the cap of the bottle, and she crouches down over Bryant, looking to pour the salted water into his cut. She slowly tips the bottle, BUT BRYANT GRASPS IT! His eyes go wild as he pushes back on the bottle, desperate to stop the stinging liquid from hitting him and he manages to get to a vertical base, before slamming a huge knee into Swing's gut that sends her through the ropes to the outside! Bryant is left standing with the bottle of salt water on the inside of the ring, and he looks to throw it away... before changing his mind – HE POURS IT RIGHT OVER HIMSELF!!! SC: WHAT?! HE'S MAD! SJ: Even I can't imagine what that feels like... Bryant screams out in agony as he fights through the pain, and uses it like adrenaline before sliding out of the ring and grasping Swing by the head. He tosses her right into the barricade before crouching over her and unleashing a string of vicious strikes. He then lifts her for a backbreaker, but changes his mind and rotates her to dump her right on the back of her head! Swing lays limp as a fired-up Bryant stamps down on her gut, before throwing up the ring apron and pulling out... a wooden board coated in barbed wire! The crowd cheer for the most devastating weapon yet as Bryant sets it up in the corner between the steel stairs and ring apron, and he pulls Swing to her feet. SC: What's he got in store for Swing here? SJ: Pah! Swing'll fight out of it, whatever it is... THAT'S MY BOY... girl... I meant girl... Bryant plants a huge elbow to Swing's head, before he lifts her up in the position of a powerslam. He points at the board, and the prisoners cheer – hungry to see someone get ripped up by the barbed wire. With blood streaming down his face, Joel Bryant runs at the board, but Swing drops down behind! She composes herself. Bryant turns – LAST DANCE!... BUT BRYANT STAYS STANDING! He's clearly rocked by the shot, but Joel Bryant's still on his damn feet! SC: WHAT?! HE TOOK THE HIT! Swing's eyes bulge madly as she throws another kick, and Bryant ducks it, wrapping her in the waist-lock before falling backwards – GERMAN SUPLEX THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE BOARD! The prisoners go mental as Swing's body is ripped to pieces by the wire, and she's left crumpled within the mesh of metal and wood. As she's trapped between the two sides of broken board, Bryant drags them out before wearily climbing to the apron, and then the top turnbuckle. He pats his elbow, and leaps off – crashing through the wood and wire with a patented elbow drop! With Swing already out cold and bleeding heavily, he lays on top of the wood... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! SJ: Cheater!!! SC: Joel Bryant did it! He did it folks, he's retained the Hardcore Championship in one of the most brutal matches we've seen this year! He's got to be looking ahead to Night of the Revolution and that King of the Deathmatches tournament after coming through such a devastating hardcore match as this! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Joel Bryant (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO JONNAH STREET WARMING UP. FALLEN ANGEL AND MCDONALD ARE SAT THERE BOTH SEEMINGLY IN CONCENTRATION.) JS: In just a few short moments...I will have made Exile wish he had stayed away... (NEITHER OF THE OTHER MEN RESPOND.) JS: Where’s the enthusiasm guys...come on TCK! (ANGEL RAISES AN EYEBROW. MCDONALD DOESNT EVEN MOVE.) JS: Oh shit...look at this way, we are going to be out of here in a couple of hours. Two straps, three big wins and nobody in the world able to stop us. Now that’s a reason to party... (ANGEL STANDS UP AND LOOKS AT JONNAH.) FA: Tonight...this man steps in the ring with a man who wants to tear his head off...he has been played by a crazy weirdo for months...me...I face the man who made 2009 his year in a match refereed by a guy who basically I got piss tested out of the T.F.W.F.. I think premature celebrations aren’t on our minds right now. JS: Your right, I am sorry...you know we are going to be there at the end right...when you face Pect. FA: I know that, but it would be more comfortable with 4 of us. JM: Kirsta proved that you can’t trust a fourth...she stabbed us in the back. FA: No, she proved you can’t trust a fluttery piece of ass around the baby blues of Jack Hondo...she might have been good at spreading her legs for that kick, but she was also good at just spreading her legs. JM: That’s not true...I mean... FA: I mean in the respect that we trusted the fairer sex JC. A fairer sex which could be tempted to betray us for the likes of a Jack Hondo. Sensitivity being one of their weaknesses...something we don’t need. JM: You’re right... FA: So when tonight is all said and done and we are back in civilization...we look for a fourth. JS: Are you sure? FA: I have never been so sure in my life...but we make them earn a spot in TCK. See those guys out there now. They think we are weak because one of our own turned on us right. JS: Yeah, but we are not weak. FA: But they would stab each other in the back to bask in the security of TCK... JS: It sounds like a fucked up version of American Idol (JC LAUGHS AND SOON FALLEN ANGEL IS LAUGHING AS WELL. HE PATS JONNAH ON THE BACK.) FA: Your kind of right Jonnah...cause it kind of is. We rule the wrestling world...so lets see who wants to take a seat with us come Monday Mayhem and as for tonight...a little message from you two before we party for Mr. Pect and Mr. Makel and Mr. Whoever else turns up...would be greatly appreciated. JS: You got it man! (ANGEL TURNS AROUND TO SEE MCDONALD HAS SAT BACK DOWN.) FA: JC... JM: I am with you...just got a bit on my mind... (ANGEL NODS AND TURNS TO JONNAH WHO NODS AT HIM. ANGEL SLAPS HIM ON THE BACK AGAIN AS JONNAH PICKS UP THE EUROPEAN TITLE AND MAKES HIS WAY OUT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: That pack of wolves are plotting you know... GR: We have a lot of wolves in Siberia...sometimes they make good drinking buddies. SC: ... SJ: I know...Scoops an asshole. GR: I thought it was just me... SJ: Seriously it isn’t... IB: Anyway, we have been littered with title matches so far and Scoop our first look at one third of TCK as Jonnah Street defends the belt against Exile one on one... T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Jonnah Street (c) vs Exile (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...Exile!!! SC: Of course that big win over Fallen Angel two weeks ago and he has been singing the noise of ‘4-11’ since he came back to the T.F.W.F.. That being said...Jonnah Street send a powerful message backstage last week. SJ: I don’t think tipping your bowler hat in prison is the smartest move ever...hence why Exile might be the dumbest son of a bitch in wrestling. Jonnah is going to tear him apart. AP: And his opponent... *'SUNSHINE OF YOUR LIFE' - CREAM PLAYS* (JONNAH STREET WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE ROLLS HIS NECK AND THEN STRIKES A MUSCLE POSE ON THE RAMP ,HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 298 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: Near 300 pounds and really a breakout star which is where Street has gained this reputation which Fallen Angel saw as valuable for TCK. SJ: Yeah, last time Exile was here dancing around like Sammy Davis Junior...Jonnah was an up and coming star...now he is part of the group which rules the world. In the ring the referee checks Jonnah for weapons, and Exile rips off his jacket to reveal a '4-11' t-shirt underneath. He pulls it off, holding it above his head before throwing it down in front of Street, who smirks and shakes his head. The referee then checks Exile, and Street takes the time to kick the t-shirt from the ring as the bell is rung. Immediately both men step out of their corners and begin to circle the ring, neither taking their eyes off of the other, before Jonnah grabs the referee to one side, pointing to Exile. The ref shakes his head and heads over to Exile, once more checking him for weapons. Confident Exile isn't hiding anything, he allows them to continue; however once more Street pulls the referee to one side and points at Exile and the ref heads over, checking him a second time. Once more they continue to circle, and once more Jonnah asks the referee to check Exile – but Exile's not taking any bullshit now as he storms right at Jonnah and plants a huge right-hand in the European Champion's face! Jonnah stumbles back, and Exile leaps up with a huge dropkick sending Street back into the ropes, and Street falls forward, leaving him open to stomps from Exile. Exile then lands a massive stomp to the chest, and runs back, going for a dropkick – but Street rolls out of the ring in time! The crowd boo as they want to see a fight, but Jonnah's having none of it as he waves Exile away and heads up the ramp! SJ: Jonnah's heading off! Good, TCK don't need to hang around with crap like Exile... SC: No wait! Exile's heading out after him! Exile bolts out of the ring and up the ramp, slamming a huge elbow into Street's back, doubling the House over before he smashes a huge kick into Street's chest! Jonnah stumbles back, and Exile lays a series of hard shots to his face before he turns him out, throwing him towards the ring but Street spins it through and whips Exile into the apron! Exile clutches his back in pain, and Street storms at him, slamming a shoulder into his gut to slam him at the apron before he begins to unleash a series of massive shots at Exile. Street then spins him around, tossing him into the ring like a rag-doll before he rolls in too and covers...1...2...No! Kickout from Exile. Street pulls Exile to his face, and runs him up against the corner with a huge shoulder as he places his hands around Exile's throat, choking him out! The referee's count reaches four before Street lets go, however he turns, slamming a huge right into Exile's head. He irish whips Exile out at the opposite corner, and as Exile stumbles out Jonnah lifts him and drops him with a huge backbreaker over the knee! Jonnah then keeps it held in, wearing down Exile's back before he simply pushes Exile to one side and smirks, motioning his hands by showing four fingers, then eleven, and then a cut-throat gesture. SC: Did he really need to do that? SJ: Err... YES! He's Jonnah Street, he needs to make his opponents look like the idiots they are at every opportunity! Exile uses the ropes to get to his feet, however as he turns he gets dropped with a hard clothesline from Jonnah, however the House isn't finished as he drops a massive elbow across Exile's chest and pulls him to his feet, running Exile at the ropes and as Exile rebounds he gets caught with a sidewalk slam, floated straight into a cover – 1...2...Kickout from Exile who shakes his head, but soon finds Street's boot landing into his chest before Street hauls him up, straight into a Samoan Drop... 1... 2... NO! Kickout from Exile, who's showing a lot of heart in this one. Jonnah doesn't let him stand as he mounts Exile's chest, and goes wild with a series of strikes, before he lands a huge headbutt to Exile! Street wastes no time in pulling him to his feet, and he irish whips Exile into the ropes, leaning down for a back body drop on the rebound – BUT GETS KICKED IN THE FACE! Exile shows a huge degree of fight-back as he dropkicks Jonnah Street back into the corner, and he follows it up with a massive body splash, before he drops down and sends Street out with a monkey flip! Street clutches his face in pain as he turns, only to be caught with a crossbody by Exile! Exile hooks a leg – 1...2...No! Kickout from the champion, but Exile's back up – SENTON ACROSS THE CHEST! 1...2...NO!!! SC: Wow! What a comeback by Exile! Street seems to have been knocked back by Exile's fast-paced approach! Both are back on their feet, and Exile runs at Street, catching him in a crucifix pin – 1...2...Kickout!!! Exile doesn't even express his anger as he gets to his feet, pulling Street up and he spins, planting a kick in Street's gut, doubling the TCK member over before he lands a european uppercut. Street stumbles back, and Exile runs up at him, leaping onto his shoulders and flipping back down – HURRICANRANA! But Street's back on his feet and he turns as Exile falls into a wheelbarrow and pushes himself up – bulldog! He rolls Street over... 1... 2... Jonnah pushes Exile straight off as he sits up, only to be kicked right in the face by an infuriated Exile! Street clutches his face in pain as he rolls from the ring, shaking his head. The referee follows Street, but Exile's taking no shit from Jonnah as he runs at the ropes and goes straight over with a crossbody – BUT JONNAH PULLS THE REFEREE IN THE WAY! Exile slowly gets to his feet, trying to revive the ref, but Street ducks down and nails a low-blow before he stands, dragging Exile back. Jonnah then lifts Exile up, and drops him with a huge back suplex onto the outside! SJ: Ouch! Exile just learnt what Jonnah Street is all about! SC: He sure did – but if Jonnah hadn't used the ref Exile would probably still be going at it... With the referee out and Exile down, Jonnah takes advantage as he stamps down on Exile's head, before placing a boot on his throat and choking him. Exile grasps out for air and a way to remove Jonnah from his throat, however Street takes his boot off just in time to keep Exile in it, before he hoists the 4-11 pioneer up and runs – SLAMMING HIM BACK-FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING-POST! Street hauls Exile into the ring before tossing the referee in and covering... 1.... ...2... ...Kickout by Exile! But Jonnah's anger at a slow count from the attacked referee boils over, and he goes mad at Exile with fists pounding into his head, before Street hoists him up into a vertical suplex position. Street holds it for a good seven seconds before he falls forward, bringing Exile down onto the top rope! But he's not finished there as he pulls Exile in, with Exile's legs still balanced on the rope, and he lands a massive northern lights suplex! Jonnah covers... ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Exile throws the shoulder up and Street slams an elbow on top of his head before he pulls Exile up, throwing him into the corner. Street then hauls him to the top rope, and begins to punch away at his head, however as he tries to pull Exile up for the superplex he holds on! Jonnah uses all his might, but Exile looks to pull it back as he kicks Street down! Street hits the mat and stumbles to his feet as Exile leaps off with a crossbody – but Street catches! He hauls Exile up – GORILLA PRESS GUTBUSTER! AND STREET HAULS EXILE BACK UP AGAIN, SPINNING HIM ROUND AND DROPPING HIM WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Street covers... ONE... … TWO... … KICKOUT FROM EXILE! SC: How did Exile kick out of THAT?! SJ: See!? I told you Jonnah was damn good! Street stares at Exile with pure anger and frustration as he shakes his head and lifts Exile to his feet, slamming a fist into his jaw before jabbing at his gut. As Exile doubles over Street pulls him in and he hooks an arm, spinning and landing a swinging neckbreaker, however he's not finished as he manages to roll himself backwards, and delivers a huge double axe-handle right into Exile's face! Street repeats the move, before he grasps at Exile's head, and begins to bounce it off of the mat! His anger overloads as he pulls Exile up, and immediately hooks him for the Streets Apart, but Exile manages to spin it round – DDT!!! Street's head bounces off of the mat as Exile gets to the corner and he climbs to the top rope, turning his back to Street. Exile leaps off, landing a huge moonsault on Jonnah's chest! … ONE... … TWO... … NO! JONNAH GETS A SHOULDER UP IN TIME! Street climbs to his feet, and Exile runs off of the opposite ropes, however as he charges at Street he gets nailed with a huge clothesline that sees his head and neck bounce off of the mat! Street stands over, seething as he plants a huge boot onto Exile's gut before he hauls the challenger up, and plants a huge kick in Exile's gut before he runs him off the ropes, and lands a massive belly to belly suplex! BUT EXILE'S ON HIS FEET AGAIN! SC: Exile got up! And he's back on Street like a rabid dog! Exile's fired up as he throws a huge shot at Street, followed by another, and another, and another until he spins and lands a huge forearm into Street's face! Street's rocked as Exile leaps up – ENZUIGIRI! Street's brought to his knees and Exile runs off of the ropes, landing a massive shining wizard!!! He makes the cover – ONE... ...TWO... ...STREET KICKS OUT! Exile slams the mat in anger as he hauls Street up, but Jonnah drops down, landing a jawbreaker before he spins Exile around and locks in a sleeperhold! Exile struggles, however the much larger Street has the hold locked in hard as he wrenches at Exile's throat, pushing down on his head. Slowly Exile's fight begins to fade, and he begins to fall limp as Street continues to pull on the head and neck, and they fall to the mat with Street kneeling. The referee lifts Exile arm – it drops. Once more he lifts it – and it drops. Street can taste victory as the referee lifts the arm, and for a third time it dro- NO! EXILE MAKES A FIST AND KEEPS HIS ARM UP, DRIVING IT INTO STREET'S HEAD! A barrage of shots to Street's head, and the TCK member stumbles back and Exile stands, throwing a kick at him – HELL'S BULLSEYE! SJ: WHAT! He just used Kirsta Lewis' finisher! SC: A homage to one of those TCK has ended in their time! But with the superkick not being a speciality of Exile's, it doesn't do enough to keep Street down, however it does rock the champion as he turns to face Exile – OUTCAST! COVER, HOOK ON THE LEG... ONE... … TWO... … STREET GETS A BOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! Exile despairs as Street manages to climb to his feet, however as he turns Exile kicks him in the gut, pulling him into the standing headscissors before he begins to hook the arms! SC: He's going for the Sabre Tooth! Another homage, this time to Tiger Young who Street had taken out back at Death or Glory! SJ: Wait! Street's fighting out! Street manages to pull his arms free and he scoops Exile up – STREETS APART IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! JONNAH COVERS – ONE... ...TWO... ...THR- NO! KICKOUT FROM EXILE! Street stops dead and stares in utter disbelief as Exile cleanly kicks out of Street's finisher! Street stumbles back into the corner in shock as Exile uses the ropes to climb to his feet, and Jonnah runs at him, but Exile ducks it and turns, landing a massive outside crescent kick! Jonnah hits the deck, but manages to climb up as Exile dropkicks him hard against the turnbuckles before Exile follows it up with a huge enzuigiri, knocking Street stupid in the corner. Exile slams a vengeful shot into Street's head before he climbs to the top rope, and he begins to wrench on Jonnah. Slowly the TCK member begins to climb the turnbuckles, half knowing what he's doing, half going by pure intuition. SJ: Dangerous territory... c'mon Jonnah! End that S.O.B.'s career! On the top they begin to struggle as Jonnah snaps back to it, landing a huge shot to Exile's head! But Exile responds, slamming a fist back at Jonnah. Slowly the pair begin to climb to the top, Street on the left of the top turnbuckle, Exile on the right. They continue to struggle, throwing shots at one another before one shot gets reversed and - SC: Woah! Jonnah scoops Exile up – STREETS APART FROM THE TOP ROPE! STREET COLLAPSES OVER EXILE... ONE... … TWO... … THREE!!! SJ: YES! SC: NO! Dammit TCK keep the European Championship... Street manages to climb up to his feet as he is handed the European Championship, however he places the belt down and points to ringside. The referee shrugs as he turns to the timekeepers and is handed what Jonnah wants – the '4-11' t-shirt. Street takes it in his hands, before he smirks and spits on the fabric, pulling at it and ripping the t-shirt apart before dropping the rags over Exile. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jonnah Street Street stands over Exile and is presented his belt. He smiles and celebrates briefly before going to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (BACKSTAGE WE SEE SIBERIAN WRESTLING'S INTERVIEWER KRISTINA BELOV STANDING BY WITH THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE SIBERIAN WRESTLING ROSTER, IZIAH HUNTER. HUNTER'S FACE IS EMOTIONLESS, COLD EVEN, AS KRISTINA LOOKS ON, A BIT SURPRISED BY HIS OVERALL DEMANOR.) KB: Well, Iziah Hunter...the people here in Siberia already know that you have been sent here by Ian Monks and have been locked up for your heinous actions following last week's Mayhem, where you viciously attacked Kirsta Lewis to the point where people might not see her in a wrestling ring for a very long time. Do you feel any remorse at all for your actions that night? IH: I was hired by TCK to do a job that night, and it was to eliminate Kirsta Lewis from the TFWF. I did my job that night to the fullest extent that I could. And I shall have my compensations when I am released. KB: But...her face, it was completely unrecognizable after what you did to it... (HUNTER MERELY SHRUGS IN RESPONSE, NOT CARING APPARENTLY ABOUT THE FATE OF KIRSTA LEWIS.) IH: Here's a question for you, Kristina. Why do people like yourself, who have never met Kirsta Lewis, suddenly care so much about her? You two have never met in life. You probably never will. People spend their time and energy caring about people that, quite frankly, just don't matter. Why waste those emotions? Kirsta Lewis was another body taking up space. That's all she was to me. And that's all she should be to you... (SILENCE SOON FOLLOWS AS HUNTER CONTINUES TO STARE DIRECTLY AT KRISTINA, INTIMIDATING HER. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE ENTIRE INTERVIEW, HE CRACKS A SMILE, SMIRKING AS HE WALKS AWAY, HEADING TWOARDS THE RING.) (RINGSIDE.) IB: Absolutely no remorse from Iziah Hunter the newest inmate in Siberia about what he did to Kirsta Lewis...tonight he must face Jack Hondo who makes his T.F.W.F. debut. SC: We have spoken at some length why we think this is a trap on Hondo...but the man has been gutsy ever since his RKW days and tonight...will be no different. SJ: So he is fighting for every wrestler out of the T.F.W.F. who wants to make it? SC: Yes... SJ: Ha! Loser... SW Voyle Championship Match Dan Filat (c) vs Ryan Ruckus (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is best two out of three falls match for the SW Voyle Championship... *’I WANNA ROCK’ - TWISTED SISTER PLAYS* (RYAN RUCKUS MAKES HIS WAY TOWARD THE RING.) AP: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California...weighing 227 pounds...Ryan Ruckus!!! IB: Ruckus looks to take the championship away from Dan Filat here tonight Repin, a champion who, in may eyes, feel that he doesn't deserve the championship. GR: Well, it doesn't matter if people FEEL he doesn't deserve the championship- he won it fair and square against Neil Climer and Ruckus tonight isn't going to stop his beautiful reign as champion. *’WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD’ - LOUIE ARMSTRONG PLAYS* (DAN FILAT WALKS TOWARDS THE RING, SNEERING AT THE FANS AS HIS MANAGER, BUTLER, IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM, HOLDING THE VOYLE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR ALL TO SEE AS THE TWO MEN MAKE THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) AP: Making his way to the ring, from Sergiev Posad, Russia...weighing 255 pounds...he is the SW Voyle Champion...Dan Filat!!! IB: Dan Filat is now in his second reign as Voyle champion, and one has to wonder if this reign will come to an end tonight as Ryan Ruckus looks more determined than ever to take the championship off of him. GR: More determined than ever? HE JUST ARRIVED IN SIBERIA! Filat has been here for most of 2009 and he's proven to be a master technician in the ring. If Ruckus thinks that this is going to be some easy match for him, he's in for a bad time here tonight. The bell rings and Ruckus stands there staring his opponent down. Filat, on the other hand, ignores his opponent and looks to the ringside area, perhaps looking for an easy exit. He hands the belt over and the referee holds it up as the fans return from the concessions just in time to see Ruckus interrupt Filat's analysis. A few stiff right hands shake Filat out of his daze before he fires back with a knife edge chop across the chest that Ruckus absorbs and returns with a forearm shot to the chin. Ruckus with an Irish whip on Filat, who manages to reverse it and kitchen sink Ruckus. Filat attempts an abdominal stretch but Ruckus outmaneuvers him and attempts a roll up fast for a quick one count. IB: Whoa! Ruckus tries for an early pin to no avail! I'd say we almost had a new champion but.. GR: We clearly did not. The action continues as Filat gets to his feet and greets Ruckus with a boot to the throat. Two seconds later and Filat has Ruckus in line for a DDT, but Ruckus backs him into the corner and begins firing stomach shots with his fists repeatedly to break the hold. In the corner, Ruckus nails a large elbow to the jaw that shocks Filat. A strong whip later to the opposing turnbuckle sees Filat smash hard into the pad with his chest. He falls back to the mat as Ruckus runs in and nails a diving knee drop to the face. Filat holds his head for a moment as Ruckus soaks in some acquired cheers. He pulls Filat to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but Filat reverses it and sweeps Ruckus, guillotining him on the bottom rope. Filat doesn't let go for the leg, instead he applies a very brief ankle lock before Ruckus grabs the ropes to break it. Filat seems unfazed as he releases the hold and stands up. He waits as Ruckus gets to his feet and charges with a strong clothesline that catches Filat off guard. He spins in the air as he lands and Ruckus follows up with a diving elbow to the back of Filat's head that grounds him. Ruckus pulls him to his feet and delivers a snap suplex with wicked precision. Ruckus doesn't make a pin attempt, instead he pulls him back up and attempts another, but Filat turns it into an armbar takedown. He doesn't apply pressure, opting instead to hold on and pull Ruckus to his feet. He whips him to the ropes, bounces back, and Filat executes a perfect spinning spinebuster, followed by a pin. IB: One! Two! Ruckus kicks out much to the joy of the fans. Filat looks unimpressed as he pulls Ruckus to his feet and attempts another whip to the ropes, but Ruckus reverses it, kicks him in the stomach, and drops Filat with a Director's Cut. The fans leap to their feet and cheer as Ruckus drops to his knees and pins Filat for the 1-2-3 and the first win for the match. He celebrates momentarily before pulling Filat up and attempting a suplex. Inside cradle from Filat, but only a two. They both pop to their feet quickly and clothesline each other, both hitting the mat hard. The ref counts to about 6 before Filat makes a stir and gets to his knees. IB: Filat is the first to muster some strength. This has been an intense match, thankfully everyone's in top form tonight despite the fact that the T.F.W.F. is here. GR: And Dorian Wong is looming in the background laughing at us all... Filat pulls Ruckus up but Ruckus drops with an inside cradle of his own for only a 1. Both to their feet, and repeat a charge at each other but Ruckus ducks the clothesline and ricochets off the ropes, returns with a bulldog attempt, but Filat shoves him to the ropes. Shoulder block that creates a stand off, before Filat elbows Ruckus in the face and attempts a DDT. Denied, Ruckus backbody drops him to the mat, but Filat rolls him up and grabs the ropes for the second pinfall. IB: Oh that son of a... GR: Filat's one step closer to retaining his title! We are now at the third fall. Filat picks up Ruckus and hits him with an uppercut. He whips him across the ropes, going for a sleeper Ruckus but suddenly Ruckus clotheslines Filat to the floor unleashes a flurry of offense, landing punches left and right to the body and facial area of Filat! Ruckus picks him up and delivers a quick belly to belly suplex for the cover. 1...2...NO! Filat kicks out as Ruckus picks up Filat again. He hits him with a DDT, gets back up to his feet and goes for the Director's Cut but suddenly JQ emerges from the back with a steel chair! He climbs on top of the apron to attack but Ruckus merely punches the chair into the face of JQ as he stumbles to the floor in comedic fashion. Filat uses this oppertunity to roll him up in a small package, but Ruckus reverses it for the three count, winning the championship! Winner, via pinfall and NEW SW Voyle Champion: Ryan Ruckus IB: HAH! Filat tried to use one of his dirty tricks to get a quick victory over Ruckus, but Ruckus knew what he was going to do and countered the small package, enabling him the third fall and the championship! GR: I blame it on JQ. God is he worthless... Filat has none of this and begins attacking Ruckus, but Ruckus is prepared and lands a number of right punches, eventually throwing him over the top rope and colliding into JQ as Ruckus' hand is raised with the Voyle championship as we cut to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE KRISTINA BELOV IS STANDING WITH A MICROPHONE AS CRÈME DE LA CRÈME, SCORPIO, NESS AND PEDRO STAND AROUND HER. CRÈME AND SCORPIO ARE DRESSED IN MATCHING 'PRISONER CHIC' BLACK AND WHITE STRIPED TIGHTS AND FEATHER-BOAS, WHILE NESS, IN HIS USUAL PLAIN BLACK, LOOKS MORE THAN ANNOYED TO BE THERE.) KB: Hello, my name is Kristina Belov and with me at this moment... Desert Sex! S: Say that again one moment... KB: Hello my nam- S: No, the other bit... KB: Desert Sex? S: Perfect! Pedometer, get that husky gorgeousness on the Christmas Single, pronto! You, my dear, shall be star! You know, in the West... where your knackers don't shrink to the size of Kent Clark's social life? (KRISTINA SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS, AND THE S-FACTOR GIVES UP AS SHE TURNS TOWARDS NESS WITH A SMILE.) KB: Ness, you're just a few minutes away from stepping into the Siberian Rules Match against three of Siberia's most ruthless competitors... what are your thoughts on this? N: Well, frankly... Kristina... we're looking forward to it. I mean sure, we're stepping into a huge cage... with barbed wire... in the snow... with three deranged prisoners... but we also get the chance to represent T.F.W.F. here in Siberia, and believe me WHEN we walk out of this as the winners, well, Monks will be forced to give us the title shots we deserve! And you know the best bit of it all?- S: This, the NEEEEEWWWWWW DESERT SEX ALBUM! (IMMEDIATELY SCORPIO AND CRÈME BOTH HAVE A COPY OF THE CD IN THEIR HANDS AND ARE WAVING IT ABOUT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA WITH WIDE GRINS ON THEIR FACES. NESS STARES ON IN DISBELIEF FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE THE INEVITABLE FACE AND PALM MEET.) CC: Out in all good record stores now! Buy yours for just half-price... everywhere! N: Actually I was thinking more along the lines of the fact we're the second highest match on the card, and clearly someone in power has realised that Desert Sex is THE hottest property in T.F.W.F... (CRÈME LICKS HIS FINGER AND PLACES IT TO HIS HIP, MAKING A 'SSSSSSS' SOUND.) KB: Well, Mr. Crème, as someone who has only recently re-joined the T.F.W.F. ranks, how do you feel about being thrust into a match like this? CC: How do I feel?... (SLOWLY CRÈME TURNS HIS HEAD TO FACE PEDRO, WHO LOOKS UP WITH A START. CRÈME EXTENDS A FINGER, POINTING AT DESERT SEX'S LACKEY.) CC: Why don't you ask him... after all, it's HIS damn fault that we're in this mess, isn't it?! P: You booked the ma- CC: ENOUGH WITH THE LIES PEDRO! Always the lies! 'YOU booked the match', 'YOU slept with Milana' - S: Wait, what? CC: - 'I'M not gay'. All the damn lies Pedro... (SCORPIO LOOKS UP AT CRÈME, AND THEN BACK TO PEDRO, AND THEN BACK TO CRÈME. FINALLY HE SETTLES HIS GAZE ON PEDRO.) S: It's got to stop man – how the hell are we supposed to pick up a second Papua New Guinean Lifetime Achievement In Music Award this year if we've got you making shit up and getting us into matches we really don't want to be in. P: I- S: No! I mean, sure you're Aaron's friend, and a friend of Aaron's is a friend of mine. But if you're a friend of Dorothy's too, you shouldn't try and hide it! Desert Sex isn't about discriminat- CC: As long as you don't try and rape us! P: Wha- CC: No! We've had enough... c'mon Scorpio, WE'RE LEAVING! (AND WITH A FLOURISH OF PINK CLOAKS, HAIR AND MAKE-UP, THE PAIRING OF CRÈME DE LA CRÈME AND SCORPIO STORM OFF, LEAVING PEDRO TO SHAKE HIS HEAD AND SIGH. SLIGHTLY SET BACK FROM THE REACTION, NESS CAN DO NOTHING BUT ROLL HIS EYES AND MIMIC SHOOTING HIMSELF WITH HIS FINGERS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Possibly Desert Sex is really biting off more than they can chew tonight folks... SJ: They have hearty appetites Scoop...Crème loves sausage for example. IB: ... GR: I like a cold beer and sausage... SJ: Me too, maybe we can share a sausage sometime. SC: Ok...that’s enough...Jose Ramon captured the imagination of the T.F.W.F. by winning the Intercontinental title at Autumn Annihilation 10...tonight he defends that belt against a man who he has poked fun at for sometime...the one and only...Phenom. T.F.W.F. Intercontential Championship Match Jose Ramon (c) vs Phenom (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK.) AP: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: Now the interesting thing given that Nom finally caught up with Jose last week is how Jose reacts to this one...is he coming out battered and bruised or is he coming out as a man ready to take on the T.F.W.F. Gun for Hire? SJ: Phenom won back the edge...Siberia is his type of place and his type of rules...Mr. Comedy Ramon isn’t going to be comfortable here tonight. AP: And his opponent... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: Jose Ramon looks confident, but look at the bruising he has suffered at the hands of that assault by Phenom. Possibly Jose went to the well one too many times... SJ: Yeah, he’s not laughing now! The bell rings as both Phenom and Ramon start to circle the ring. It’s a cagey opening, with Ramon’s movement clearly impeded by the injuries left over from the attentions of “Louis” on the previous Mayhem. Phenom, meanwhile, looks all business as he moves in to close the distance. Phenom looks for a tie up, which Ramon rejects, instead ducking underneath Phenom’s arms and rolling forward to the opposite end of the ring. He uses his momentum to come right back to his feet, and as Phenom turns around, he sees the IC champion come off the ring ropes. Ramon uses the momentum to land a stiff forearm that drops Phenom to the mat. Phenom, however, is quick back to his feet, only to find that Ramon hasn’t stopped moving, instead going off the opposite ropes and coming back again with a beautiful spinning wheel kick. SC: Ramon looking sharp in the early stages here, using his speed to good effect. SJ: Phenom can deal with that all day long. Ramon won’t be able to keep up that pace in his condition. SC: That may certainly be something going through the Champion’s head. SJ: Only until Phenom’s fist does. Ramon continues in the same vein, striking quickly with a baseball slide to Phenom’s head as he tries to return to his feet, then bouncing up quickly to a standing position and heading for the nearest corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle. He pauses a moment, letting Phenom regain his feet, then gives himself the double thumb sign again before leaping and catching the challenger in a Hurricanrana, sending Phenom rolling across the mat and underneath the bottom rope to the outside. This is followed in a move that would have had the average TFWF fan out of their seat in an arena, but barely occasioned comment from the eerily stoic Siberian crowd… SC: Ramon with a HUGE running Senton over the top rope! Phenom just got crushed against the barricade! SJ: Ramon’s an idiot! SC: He’s a fighter, Snoop, a champion, and he’s showing that right now. SJ: And when the Nom gets to his feet first, he’ll be showing a flatline. Snoop looks to have a point, as Ramon is definitely slow to rise, clutching hold of his bruised ribs in the process. However, despite the protestations from the commentary booth, he is the first to his feet, and quick to return to the attack, peppering Phenom with hard blows to stop him regaining a foothold himself. With the big man staggered, Ramon grabs his arm, attempting an Irish Whip towards the ring steps. Phenom, showing a remarkable display of agility for his size, manages to brace himself against the steps with both arms, stopping himself from taking the full impact, and then throw himself to the side and get onto the apron, leaving the onrushing Ramon to charge into nothing but solid steel with a crash that resounds throughout the whole Prison Complex. SC: Great move by Phenom to avoid that, and a wily move now, rolling into the ring and back out to break the count. SJ: I told ya, Ramon was being stupid, and just watch, the only thing that’s going to be cracking wise now is his ribs. Phenom smiles viciously as he drops back down to the outside, picking up Ramon by the hair and scooping him up into his arms. A momentary pause by the big man, savouring having his hands on the man who had embarrassed him so thoroughly for weeks, before taking a few steps backwards and then charging towards the ring post, lifting Ramon’s body in his hands slightly and making sure his injured body takes the full brunt of the contact with the cold metal. In the quiet of the prison, Ramon’s pained gasp is audible for all to hear. Phenom smirks and rolls Ramon beneath the bottom rope before climbing back into the ring himself. Gamely, Ramon tries to gain his feet, and Phenom lets him get as far as all fours, then drills a huge boot into his battered body, dropping him back to his face. That, however, provides no respite for the champion, as Phenom proceeds to deliver a series of measured kicks and stomps to his body. SC: Phenom is a sadist, he’s deliberately going after the injuries he inflicted on Ramon last week with those stomps. SJ: Ramon has a lot to pay for, and Phenom is just calling the debt due, that’s all. SC: Some would say that Phenom has deserved to be taken down a peg in the way he has. SJ: Some would say Communism works, and look where we are now! Phenom, however, tires of the game quickly enough, and shows off his strength by reaching down, grabbing Ramon by the back of the neck and lifting him up with one hand before throwing Ramon into the corner and charging in with a big shoulder block, doubling Ramon over. Phenom steps back, scooping him up again and bringing him into the centre of the ring with a devastating backbreaker, followed up by the first pin attempt of the match. 1... 2... And before the 3, Phenom pulls Ramon’s head up with a smirk and shakes his head. Quickly, Phenom returns to his feet, bringing Ramon up effortlessly with him, setting up the champion and delivering a bone-jarring powerslam before dropping down for another pin attempt, which again results in a two before Phenom, with a sick smile, drags Ramon off the mat again. SC: This is just callous from Phenom now, he’s got Ramon hurt badly, and he’s just toying with him. SJ: Phenom’s making a point, Scoop. Ramon embarrassed him, and now he’s embarrassing Ramon. SC: Don’t tell me you condone this! SJ: Of course not… I think it’s great! Phenom starts pulling Ramon to his feet again, and the champion, from his knees, throws a couple of weak punches to the gut. Phenom jerks slightly, then shrugs them off with a smirk and throws up a hard knee under Ramon’s chin. The champion, rattled, puts up no more fight as Phenom brings him back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle  with a hard enough Irish Whip that Ramon drops to a seating position, visibly wincing and involuntarily holding his injured ribs, while Phenom almost saunters towards him, smiling all the while. There’s still fight left in Ramon, however, and when Phenom reaches him, Ramon finds the energy to grab Phenom’s head and drop into a jawbreaker out of nothing that sends the big man staggering backwards. Ramon grits his teeth, gets to his feet, and sprints towards Phenom, launching himself into the air. SC: What fight from Ramon! Going for the cross body… Ramon’s fight back, however, is short lived. Phenom shows off his impressive strength, catching Ramon in midair. SJ: So much for that. With one powerful heave, Phenom sends Ramon flying through the air with a Fallaway slam. Phenom quickly rolls to his knees and looks at the Champion, seeing him curled up into a foetal position, clutching at his stomach and making it plain the new punishment on the old injuries are taking their toll. SC: Phenom still in control of this match, but he now knows there’s still some fight left in Ramon, despite all the damage done. SJ: Yeah, but all he’s done is make Phenom even madder. The challenger moves across, faster and more purposefully now, pulling Ramon up and lifting him high in the air with a gorilla press, holding him for a moment before pushing him upwards and dropping himself to a knee delivering a sickening modified Stomach Breaker that leaves Ramon groaning in pain on the mat. Once more, Phenom drops for a pin attempt, this time making a real attempt to end the match and hooking a leg. 1... 2... And somehow, Ramon manages to roll a shoulder just before the three, prompting Phenom to come to his knees and shout in the face of the referee about a slow count. SJ: That’s right Phenom, you tell him. Seriously, can nobody in Siberia count to three? SC: There was nothing wrong with that count Snoop, and Ramon showed incredible heart to kick out of that. SJ: No he didn’t. He’ll show some heart when Phenom rips it out though. Phenom gets to his feet, an angry look on his face, and looks down at Ramon, drawing a finger across his throat and grabbing him by the hair, bringing him, once more, to his feet. Very deliberately, he slams his free hand forcefully around Ramon’s neck and lifts him in the air for the “Final Destination”. In an act of desperation, Ramon kicks out, catching Phenom with a low blow that breaks his grip. SJ: Come on referee, give him some protection! SC: I thought this was the type of fight Phenom wanted? SJ: Not even Phenom wants THAT done to him… Landing on his feet, Ramon looks at Phenom, grits his teeth again, and leaps in the air, catching Phenom flush on the jaw with both feet as he executes a perfect standing dropkick that sends the big man crashing to the mat. Ramon, struggling, tries to bounce right back to his feet, but drops to his knees, clutching his ribs, and watching as Phenom slowly starts to get up again. Somewhere, Ramon finds the energy to launch himself forward, driving his shoulder into Phenom to deliver a Spear that takes them both to the mat. Ramon stays on top of Phenom, an arm draped over him, and the referee drops and starts the pin count. 1... 2... And Phenom rolls out from underneath the weak pin, while Ramon, sucking in deep, painful breaths, drags himself towards the ropes and starts using them to once more get to his feet. Jose begins to pull himself up from the ropes. He starts to mount the top rope, but he can't seem to get his balance. SC: Looks like Jose might well go for something here, Snoop...he needs to hit it big... SJ: COME ON PHENOM! Phenom is on his feet now dazed and wombling as Jose prepares himself for a high cross body, but Phenom catches him around the throat and WHAM hits a 'Final Destination' He flops onto Jose and hooks the leg for the one, two and three... Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Phenom Phenom can barely stand as he holds the Intercontinental title in the air and slowly makes his way to the back. He pauses and walks back to the ring. He grabs Jose and pulls him into the air and then 'Final Destination' over the top rope to the floor below. Phenom finally makes his way to the back. SC: Jose has been left for dead! SJ: Just the way he should be! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA WHERE WE SEE KRISTINA BELOV WITH ANDREI SOROKOV, WHO HAS A LOOK OF DETERMINATION UPON HIS FACE AS KRISTINA STARTS TO ASK QUESTIONS.) KB: Andrei, tonight you, your friend Cecile Lecrux, and Trinity member Darkseid team together to take on the TFWF tandem known as Desert Sex. What are your thoughts entering this match? (ANDREI PAUSES FOR A MOMENT, BOWING HIS HEAD IN THOUGHT AS HE ANSWERS.) AS: I find it amusing, Kristina, that we never asked for any of this. We were forced into this situation by the Warden, who's become more disturbed and sullen ever since we invaded the TFWF at Autumn Annihilation 10. But now the TFWF wants to invade us, and they intend on making their names for themselves tonight as they take on Siberia's best...that, perhaps, is the most interesting aspect of this match. KB: Well, while Desert Sex are certainly quite an eccentric group, they are a very successful trio. Ness and Scorpio are former TFWF tag team championship while Crème de la Crème has held gold before in the TFWF as well. AS: Gold means nothing when you step into the ring with three individuals who would rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment. But I see it as a plus for us. We'll do whatever it takes to leave- if we have to grab someone by the hair and throw them into the barbed wire steel confines of that cell, then so it will be. Tonight the TFWF is going to learn that coming to Siberia was the worst decision they've ever made- with everything else happening in the TFWF at this moment the last thing they want is three of their best dropping like flies...too bad that will be the exact fate those three men will meet tonight... (KRISTINA OPENS HER MOUTH TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE, BUT ANDREI CUTS HER OFF BY WALKING PAST HER, LEAVING THE INTERVIEW AREA AS WE CUT BACK TO THE ANNOUNCERS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Andrei Sorokov is not a man to be messed with and it gets tougher and tougher for Desert Sex...the more we hear from these SW wrestlers...folks watching this...we thought tonight would end with Sebastian Cross and JC McDonald...the fact remains the joker of the pack Dorian Wong had one more trick up his sleeve. Ian Monks wants this ended...he wants the answers I guess as much as we do because frankly, there is a man locked up here tonight who cost him nearly his company. We all want to know and when this match is over...Sebastian Cross and The Management will enter the lair of the devil himself...to find out the answers. Ivan and Gregor are now departing the commentary booth to prepare commentary from a haven outside of our follow on match from that...so for now...Scoop and Snoop will call one of the most emotional matches of the year...JC McDonald the man who said he done as the clown asked to secure his own safety...Sebastian Cross tonight searching for answers on his family, but most of all he wants to make the puppet and the puppet master pay...let’s go to ringside. DOUBLE MAIN EVENT: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship 'The Mould' JC McDonald (c) vs Sebastian Cross (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (HE WALKS WITH A SWAGGER ONTO THE STAGE. HE EXTENDS HIS ARMS AND PULLS OFF A DOUBLE BICEP POSE FOLLOWED BY A FRONT BICEP ,HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 268 pounds...he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! SC: He played by Wong’s rules...he sat there and smiled with that damn disturbing Xmas card on the mantel...and he told Cross as much he had done it to preserve this moment. A moment were he said he would get Cross to Siberia...and finish him off for Wong in the prison which holds him captive. Compelling stuff it really is... SJ: Whats compelling mean? SC: ... AP: And his opponent... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE RING IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN CROSS MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: What must be going through this man’s mind... SJ: I hope I didn’t leave the oven on? SC: ... The crowd are on their feet as Cross and McDonald stand on opposite sides of the ring staring intently at one and other.  The atmosphere in SW’s warehouse is electric as the two top men in the TFWF make their final mental and physical preparations before unleashing hell on each other.  Cross rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck from side to side as McDonald stretches out his arms using the ropes.  The two never break their stare as they slowly walk to the middle of the ring as the referee holds the World Title high in the air.  McDonald looks up at the belt and makes his first mistake of the match as from out of nowhere Cross cracks him in the jaw with a huge superkick!!!  The crowd goes insane as the referee quickly signals for the bell to start the match as McDonald staggers backwards from the force of the kick and falls through the ropes to the floor!!  Without a moments hesitation Cross sprints across the ring and in a suicidal moment and with complete disregard for his own welfare he dives through the middle and top rope with a tope con helo!!!  He flips through the air, knocking McDonald over but Cross sails over the ring barricade and wipes out the first three rows of fans to a big reaction from the small crowd in attendance!!  SC:  Oh my God!!  Sebastian Cross nearly killed half the crowd here with that insane flip through the ropes and this match is only a few second old!! SJ:  He took out McDonald but I think he’s broken his damn neck! SC:  That just shows how desperate he is to inflict some long over due punishment on the World Champion! Cross is up on his feet but holding his mid section following his life threatening dive into the crowd.  The fans in the warehouse are chanting his name as he stumbles back over the barricade and brings the dazed McDonald to his feet.  The referee is counting as Cross slams a right hand into McDonald’s face a few times before whipping him hard into the ring barricade.  Cross rolls into the ring to break up the count and is then back on the offensive as he rams McDonald’s head off the ring barricade and then slams a few more right hand shots into his face for good measure.  McDonald tries to cut Cross off with a knee to the mid section which gives McDonald the advantage but it doesn’t last as Cross blocks an attempted right hand and fires back with punches of his own before kicking McDonald in the mid section and then snapping him to the cold concrete floor with a spinning neckbreaker!!  Cross gets to his feet with a look of murderous intent on his face as the crowd cheer him on.  He brings McDonald to his feet and rolls him into the ring.  Cross is on the ring apron and he waits for McDonald to get to his feet before hopping onto the top rope and then springboards in with a flying forearm shot to the face of the World Champion which knocks McDonald to the mat!  Cross quickly makes the first cover of the match, 1…..2….McDonald kicks out! SC:  Sebastian Cross is like a man possessed here tonight folks and no wonder, after everything he has been through at the hands of Dorian Wong and JC McDonald, it’s a surprise Cross can even compete here tonight.  SJ:  He’s mentally unhinged that much is obvious and that will be what costs him this match because being wild and out of control with emotion does not help you win the World Title! Cross is up and the crowd cheer for him as he brings McDonald to his feet with a smirk on his face.  He nails a couple of forearm shots to the side of the head before whipping McDonald into the corner.  Cross charges and nails a big running knee to the face using the ropes and then a bulldog out of the corner!!  He makes the cover, 1……2….McDonald rolls his shoulder up!  Cross gets to his feet and stamps down onto McDonald a few times before going back onto the ring apron.  McDonald slowly stands up and Cross goes for a springboard again, but McDonald is waiting with a sick lariat to the face which knocks Cross out of mid air and he crashes to the mat!!  SC:  Ohh!!  Sebastian Cross crashes and burns! SJ:  One high risk move too many and the World Champion was waiting for that mistake! McDonald drops to one knee as he is still hurting from the early offense from Cross.  The crowd boo as he slowly stands up with a smirk on his face and stalks over to Cross, he heaves him up and shoves him back into the corner before unleashing a torrent of brutal elbow strikes and forearm shots to Cross’ face.  Cross slumps to the mat as McDonald steps back to admire his handiwork before stomping down on Cross repeatedly until the referee has to pull him back and threatens him with disqualification!  SJ:  Now the World Champion starts taking control of the match in the TCK style!  I love it! GR:  That’s a worse beat down than the time those bouncers threw me out of the bar for peeing in the bowl of bar olives! IB:  Those weren’t bouncers, they were church goers and that wasn’t a bowl of bar olives, it was the holy water fountain! GR:  Really? SC:  Well whatever you did it’s not quite as painful as what JC looks to have in mind for Sebastian Cross! McDonald drags Cross out of the corner and slams a couple of brutal forearm shots to the back before whipping Cross off the ropes and flattening him on the return with a big time shoulder block!  Cross hits the mat and McDonald drives an elbow down onto him before dropping a knee across his throat and then leaving his leg jammed across the throat of Cross!!  The crowd boo as McDonald smirks as the referee counts and Cross gasps for air.  On the count of 4 McDonald stands up as Cross coughs and retches but McDonald is quick to bring him to his feet and whip him off the ropes before hitting a big back elbow that knocks Cross down again!  McDonald stands over Cross and then places a boot on his chest for a cocky cover which the crowd boo, 1.....2....Cross shoves McDonald’s foot off and starts to try to get to his feet, but McDonald stops him with a big stomp to the head!  He heaves Cross up and lifts him up for a suplex, but Cross is able to wriggle free and drop down behind McDonald.  He runs and hits the ropes but McDonald is waiting for him with a big boot to the face on the return!!  Cross is down as McDonald goes to the corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle.  He sneers at the crowd before leaping off the middle rope with a big time knee drop onto Cross’ chest!!  McDonald makes the cover, 1.....2....Cross gets his shoulder off the mat in time as the crowd rally try to rally behind him.  SC:  The fans of Siberia Wrestling are trying to will Sebastian Cross back into this match but JC McDonald looks confident and in control. IB:  You can see why this man is the World Champion, he has slowed the pace of the match and looks for all the world like a man who will not be defeated here tonight! McDonald has Cross on his feet and he smashes him with another forearm to the side of the head before lifting him up for a powerslam.  He goes to the corner, but Cross is able to fight out of the grip of McDonald and hits the mat behind the World Champion.  McDonald spins around but Cross ducks under the right hand and goes for a monkey flip, but McDonald blocks it and instead keeps hold of Cross, turns around and sits him on the top turnbuckle.  Cross tries to kick McDonald off but he catches his foot and then nails a big right hand that rocks Cross’ head back!  McDonald climbs the turnbuckles in front of Cross and goes for a superplex but Cross fights him off with a right hand punches!!  He tries to shove McDonald off the ropes, but he hangs on and then thumbs Cross in the eye which blinds him and brings a lot of boos from the crowd.  McDonald climbs back up in front of Cross and picks him up in a slam position but instead he throws him forward, over the ring post and Cross crashes back first onto the cold, unforgiving concrete floor of the SW warehouse!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ in unison at the sick landing as McDonald stands on the middle turnbuckle with his arms in the air in triumph! SJ:  Holy shit he’s killed him!! SC:  Oh my God, we need to get some EMTs out here, Sebastian Cross could be seriously injured. GR:  We don’t EMTs here, just vodka and ice!! SJ:  I’ll take one of them! IB:  How can you two cracks jokes at a time like this?  JC McDonald could have just broken Sebastian Cross’ back with that reckless move! Cross is writhing in pain on the floor as a smirking World Champion steps off the ropes and rolls to the outside of the ring.  He shouts some abuse at the prone Cross before stomping down on his back a few times as the crowd boo.  Cross is lifeless as McDonald drags him to his feet and props him up against the ring post.  McDonald rears back and slams hard punches into the ribs of Cross and then a big European uppercut that knocks him down to the floor!  Cross is dazed as McDonald steps on his throat as the crowd boo.  The referee’s count is at 7 as McDonald rolls in and out the ring to break the count.  He ignores the referee’s protests as he heaves Cross to his feet and holds him in a side slam position.  The crowd boo as McDonald displays his power before walking over to the ring barricade and dropping Cross spine first across the top of the metal barricade!!  Cross yells in pain as he hits the ground and clutches at his obviously injured back.  McDonald brings him to his feet and picks him up in a bear hug before charging forward and ramming Cross spine first into the ring apron!  He keeps hold of Cross in the bear hug and then throws Cross over head with a belly to belly suplex on the floor!!  Cross smashes into the concrete and arches his back in immense pain!  McDonald rolls into the ring and then takes a bow in the middle of the ring to much booing from the crowd as the referee begins his count on Cross!! SC:  JC McDonald has systematically attacked and injured Sebastian Cross’ back.  His viciousness is unbelievable here tonight. GR:  Maybe it’s the surroundings of SW?  It does bring out the worst in people, look at me! SJ:  Nah, this is just what JC McDonald does, it’s why he’s the World Champion and why Cross is going to lose this match and then we’ll see later on what Dorian Wong has in store! IB:  I can’t even begin to imagine. SC:  Well Cross is still down and the referee’s count is at six! The small crowd inside the warehouse are making as much noise as possible to support Cross but he looks down and out.  He clutches at his back as the referee’s count gets to seven but slowly drags himself to the ring apron and then up onto his feet as the referee’s count is at nine!!  He just rolls back into the ring in time to a big cheer from the crowd, but it’s short lived as McDonald drops repeated elbows onto the back of Cross before picking him up and smashing him with a big back breaker!!  He bends Cross in half over his knee as the referee asks Cross if he wants to quit.  He shakes his head ‘no’ and throws a leg up and kicks McDonald in the head breaking his hold!  McDonald is slightly stunned as Cross gets to his feet in severe pain.  He charges at McDonald who ducks the clothesline attempt, Cross hits the ring and on his return he is nearly broken in half with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ again at the impact as McDonald quickly hooks Cross into a camel clutch and leans back as far as he can!!! SJ:  This is it, Cross’ back is too injured, McDonald is going to retain!! SC:  Don’t be so sure, after everything he’s been through to get to this point I don’t think Cross is going to submit. GR:  Looks like McDonald might have to kill this guy to win the damn match!! McDonald is screaming at Cross to tap out but he shakes his head and grits his teeth through the immense pain he is suffering!!  He tries to move forward but McDonald is too heavy and too strong and Cross looking in serious trouble as McDonald repositions himself and leans back even further on the hold, being Cross as far back as his spine will bend without snapping in two!!  The crowd are again right behind Cross as he starts to fire up!!  He somehow gets an arm free and is able to pull McDonald’s foot and cause him to break the hold!!  The crowd cheer again but Cross is then writhing in pain and McDonald drops both knees across his back.  He heaves Cross up and hits a big gut wrench suplex and goes into the cover, 1……2….Cross rolls his shoulder up in time!!  McDonald brings Cross up and shoves him chest first into a corner.  He takes a few steps back and charges with a shoulder block into the back of Cross!  He crumples down but McDonald picks him back up and repeats the move!  He goes for a third but Cross is able to dodge out the way and McDonald crashes chest first into the turnbuckle!!  Cross staggers back into the middle of the ring and then charges at McDonald, he leaps up for a head scissors take down, but McDonald blocks it and then heaves Cross into a fireman’s carry.  He charges with Cross on his shoulders to the opposite corner and rams Cross back first into the turnbuckle before planting him mid-ring with a big time Death Valley Driver!!  The crowd boo as McDonald flexes his biceps before making the cover on Cross, 1…….2…..Cross kicks out as the crowd cheer! SC:  I don’t know what it is going to take to beat Sebastian Cross here tonight. SJ:  I’d say a broken spine...which he’ll have in about five minutes if McDonald keeps this up! McDonald can’t believe that wasn’t a 3 count and he is up and arguing with the referee.  Cross is slowly pulling himself to his feet using the ropes as the crowd are right behind him.  He clenches his fist and lets out a warrior yell as McDonald turns around and quickly charges at him, but Cross tips him up and onto the ring apron!  McDonald swings a right hand but Cross ducks it and then cracks McDonald with an enzeguri around the back of the head!!  Cross favours his back as McDonald looks like he might fall backwards off the ring apron!  Cross hits the opposite ropes and sprints across the ring and then leaps through the ropes with a massive spear that sends him and McDonald crashing to the floor as the crowd cheer!!!  Champion and challenger are down and hurting but Cross is up first and he appears to have caught his second wind!  He brings McDonald up and lands some right hand shots and then a spinning back fist that knocks McDonald silly!!  Cross runs at the ring barricade, leaps onto it and then dives back, hooking McDonald around the neck and driving him headfirst into the concrete with a tornado DDT!!!  The crowd roar as Cross leaps to his feet and makes the cut throat gesture!  He brings McDonald to his feet and the World Champion is bleeding heavily from the head!!  Cross is barely able to get McDonald back into the ring before the referee’s count hits 10 but he does so to the delight of the small crowd inside the SW warehouse.  Cross climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for the bloody McDonald to get to his feet.  He does so just as Cross leaps off the top with a missile drop kick that knocks McDonald half way across the ring!!  Cross lands hard on his back and favours it for a moment or two before nipping up onto his feet in one motion as the crowd cheer this amazing display of heart! SC:  I can’t believe it!!  After all the punishment to his back Cross is on his feet and he’s got the World Champion in serious trouble! IB:  He must be running on nothing but pure adrenaline right now!! Cross roars again and charges the slowly standing McDonald and cracks him with a shining wizard kick to the head!!  McDonald is down as Cross runs to the ropes and then leaps back with an assai moonsault off the middle rope!!  He makes the cover, 1.......2.....McDonald kicks out!  Cross stays on the offensive as he brings McDonald up and whips him off the ropes, he goes for a superkick but McDonald catches his foot, but Cross spins around and nails McDonald with his other foot, McDonald is staggered as Cross sets himself and then nails a superkick!!  McDonald is dropped to one knee as Cross sets and nails a second superkick that nearly knocks McDonald’s head off and leaves him lying flat on his back!!  The crowd are rocking as Cross goes to the top turnbuckle and then leaps off with a 450 splash right onto McDonald!!!!  He makes the cover as the crowd count along, 1........2......McDonald grabs the bottom rope to stop the count just in time!!!  SC:  Oh I thought that was it!! SJ:  You and me both! The crowd are booing like crazy and Cross rolls off and is on his knees clutching his injured back.  He makes a signal that the match is over and goes for the ‘Re-Liberation’ to a big crowd reaction but McDonald blocks it and shoves Cross off, the challenger hits the ropes but McDonald is waiting with a huge clothesline that flips Cross in mid air and almost takes him out of his boots!!!  The crowd boo as McDonald smirks as he staggers to his feet and wipes some blood from his eyes.  He picks Cross up for a body slam but Cross fights free and kicks McDonald in the mid section before hitting a knee to the face and then a big time roaring elbow that knocks McDonald silly!!  He looks out as Cross gets the waist lock and in an incredible feat of strength heaves McDonald over with a German suplex!!!  Cross collapses onto McDonald and makes the cover, 1........2.....the World Champion rolls his shoulder up to a big reaction from the small crowd in attendance!! SJ:  Yes, yes, yes, come on JC you can do it!! IB:  Wow, impartial much? SC:  That’s actually quite restrained for him!  This could be the end folks, Sebastian Cross is signalling for the Divine Intervention!! Cross is on his feet and he drags McDonald up and goes for the ‘Divine Intervention’ but McDonald blocks it and rocks Cross with a big European uppercut and then a boot to the midsection!  He signals for the ‘Perfecto’ to some big heat and heaves Cross up, but he fires off punches to the top of McDonald’s head and he is forced to drop Cross to the mat!  Cross hooks him for the Divine Intervention, McDonald spins free, goes for a clothesline but Cross ducks, superkick attempt from Cross is dodged by McDonald!  He goes for a big boot to the face but Cross ducks out behind him and then leaps onto his shoulders and spikes him on the mat with a reverse hurricanranna to a big crowd pop!!!  McDonald looks out cold as Cross quickly goes to the outside and then to the top turnbuckle!  He leaps off with a swanton bomb but McDonald is playing possum and he gets both knees up into the back of Cross to some big crowd heat!!!  Cross crashes and burns and is clutching at his back as the still bloody McDonald gets to his feet with a look of murder on his face!  He heaves Cross up and lifts him into position for the ‘Perfecto’ but instead he slams Cross into the turnbuckles with a turnbuckle power bomb!!  Cross is out on the mat as McDonald drags him to the middle of the ring and makes the cover, 1.......2.....Cross kicks out to a huge reaction!!  McDonald rolls off Cross and shakes his bloody head in disbelief.  He drags Cross up and signals for the ‘Perfecto’ again but as he heaves Cross up he hooks McDonald around the head and drives him face first into the mat!  McDonald is stunned as Cross drags McDonald to the corner and then nails a split legged moonsault!!  He makes the cover, 1.......2.....McDonald kicks out!!  Cross is slow to get to his feet as McDonald rolls to the floor to recover.  Cross sets himself and vaults over the top rope, he lands on McDonald’s shoulders and goes for a head scissors but McDonald blocks it and instead swings Cross headfirst into the ring barricade!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ again as Cross looks out cold and McDonald quickly rolls him back into the ring.  He drops a leg on Cross and makes the cover, 1.......2....Cross rolls his shoulder up but McDonald wastes no time in hooking him into a painful looking Boston crab!! SJ:  Oh that’s beautiful!  There is no way in hell Cross can survive this with his back as badly injured as it appears! IB:  Great move by McDonald to go back to the injured back and look for the submission! The crowd are screaming for Cross to hang on but he looks in serious pain as his hand hovers just above the mat!!!  McDonald is yelling for the tap out but Cross shakes his head and tries to fight through the pain.  He begins to crawl towards the ropes, dragging McDonald with him, but just as he is within a few inches of the ropes, McDonald drags him back into the centre of the ring and really sits down on the Boston crab!!!  Cross screams in pain but somehow is able to turn his body around, hook McDonald with his legs and pull him down into a pinning combination, 1........2.....McDonald kicks out!!  The two warriors stagger to their feet but McDonald is quicker and he blasts Cross with a running forearm shot to the head.  He whips him off the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Cross ducks and leaps onto the middle rope, he springboards back but McDonald catches him and then heaves him up and plants him with the ‘Perfecto!!!!!’  The crowd heat is huge as the blood World Champion collapses onto Cross and makes the cover, 1.........2......NO!!  Cross just kicks out in time!!!  McDonald is stunned as Cross breathes heavily on the mat.  McDonald gets up and drags the lifeless Cross to the corner and then climbs the turnbuckles before dragging Cross up with him!!  The crowd are buzzing as McDonald looks to be setting himself for a ‘Perfecto’ off the top rope!!! SC:  If he hits this then this match is over!! SJ:  No shit Sherlock!! GR:  I can’t watch!! McDonald goes for the ‘Perfecto’ and heaves Cross up, he leaps off the top turnbuckle but in mid air Cross is able to flip back into a hurricanranna and McDonald crashes head first onto the mat!!!  The crowd are going insane as Cross crawls arm over arm to McDonald and lays a hand on his chest for the cover, 1..........2.......McDonald kicks out!!!!  The crowd can’t believe it!!  Cross can’t believe it either!!  He quickly brings McDonald to his feet as goes for the ‘Divine Intervention’ but his back can’t take it and he can’t complete the move.  McDonald drops to one knee and then smashes Cross with a low blow to some massive crowd heat!!  The referee threatens to disqualify McDonald but he ignores him and heaves Cross up for the ‘Perfecto’ but Cross slips down his back and into a sunset flip, 1.......2.....McDonald kicks out!!  Cross is up as McDonald is on his knees and Cross blasts him with a punt to the face and then with every last drop of strength in his body he heaves McDonald up and plants him with the ‘Divine Intervention!!!!’  The crowd pop is huge as McDonald is out cold.  Cross staggers to the corner and then to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a shooting star press right onto McDonald!!!  He makes the cover, 1........2........3!!!!!!   The crowd roar as Cross pins McDonald and wins the World Heavyweight Title once again!!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Sebastian Cross Cross gets to his feet and grabs the belt. He stands for a moment over JC McDonald's body. Almost being willed on by a blood thirsty crowd to finish off McDonald. He pauses for a moment. Shakes his head and throws the title over his shoulder. Tonight it seems Cross has more on his mind.   (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (A ROOM WITH SCRIBBLES ON THE WALL. A SINGLE MATRESS ON THE FLOOR. A DESK WITH WRITINGS AND DRAWINGS. THE MANAGEMENT STANDS OUTSIDE. HIS RED FUR RUSKIE HAT AND RED FUR COAT. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND PLACES THEM IN HIS POCKET. TAKING ONE LAST GLANCE AT THE SECURITY GUARDS AROUND THE DOOR HE ENTERS THE CELL...) M: Dorian... (WONG IS SAT IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER TO HIS DESK IN THE CHAIR. HE IS BENT OVER WITH HIS HANDS ON HIS KNEES STARING AT THE DOOR. HE WATCHES THE MANAGEMENT COME IN THE DOOR. THE MANAGEMENT LOOKS AROUND FOR ANOTHER CHAIR. A SECURITY GUARD WALKS IN AND PLACES A SECOND CHAIR BEHIND HIM BEFORE CLOSING THE DOOR. THE MANAGEMENT SEEMS TO ALMOST JUMP OUT OF HIS SKIN AT THE CLOSING OF THE DOOR.) M: I brought the record you wanted...I am surprised they allow you to have music in here... (WONG DOESNT MOVE. HE JUST STARES AT THE MANAGEMENT. A FIXED PLASTIC GRIN ON HIS FACE. THE MANAGEMENT BECOMES MORE AND MORE ON EDGE. HE STANDS UP AND WALKS OVER TO THE TABLE AND PICS UP SOME OF DORIAN’S HANDY WORK.) M: I can see the art hasn’t left you... (THE MANAGEMENT STUDIES A PIECE OF DORIAN WORK DRAWING HIM AND HIS FAMILY JACK AND JILL IN SOME WEIRD FASHION. THE MANAGEMENT PLACES IT BACK DOWN. HE PUTS THE RECORD ON DORIAN’S PLAYER, BUT DOESN’T START IT. HE LOOKS TO THE WALL AND SEES SOME OF THE SCRIBBLES ‘I ENVY YOUR LIFE’ IS WRITTEN THERE. THE MANAGEMENT TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT WONG. THE SAME LOOK ON HIS FACE. HE HASN’T MOVED A MUSCLE SO FAR. HE ARCHS AN EYEBROW.) M: So do you want to speak to me... (DORIAN STANDS UP. THE MANAGEMENT AUTOMATICALLY RECOILS SLIGHTLY. DORIAN EXTENDS ONE ARM AND TAPS HIS WRIST AS IF A WATCH WAS THERE. HIS EYES THEN MOTION THE MANAGEMENT BACK TO THE CHAIR. HE DOESNT WASTE A MOMENT AND SITS DOWN...THE WAITING GAME CONTINUES.) (OUTSIDE.) Siberian Rules Match - T.F.W.F. vs SW Desert Sex (Scorpio/Ness/Creme de la Creme) vs Cecile Lecrux/Darkseid/Andrei Sorokov (BELL RINGS.) IB: We have come to the match that has been building up since the attacks from into famed TFWF, and I for one look forward to seeing those smirks on Desert Sex get wiped all over the mat. GR: I dunno comrade – the way they behave leaves many women flocking to me, calling me manly. I might enjoy having them around longer.  IB: The cold of Siberia is going to play a huge factor, since they will have to perform much in order to keep their body heat up.  GR: Something tells me generating body heat won’t be a problem with those three. The opening of the match sees Desert Sex huddling together as they give a big gay group hug, shivering and rubbing each other to get warm. You can see the clear look of ecstacy on Crèmè. Reluctantly Scorpio exits the group hug as the others are forced to prepare for battle as Darkseid, Cecile, and Andrei all stand there giving a hard stare at Desert Sex. Ness and Darkseid eye each other, but while Ness tries to flex and show his muscles, both Darkseid and Andrei clearly outmatch him in terms of size. Scorpio pushes Ness out of the way as he stands face to chest with Darkseid, pointing a finger at him as Darkseid’s face is left completely unknown under his mask. Darkseid grabs Scorpio’s face and pushes him hard down to the mat, almost knocking him all the way back into the DS corner. IB: Desert Sex must be careful in not crossing our fellows – they are clearly out-muscled and overpowered as a group. GR: The only group they haven’t been outmatched by have been Girl Scouts, and that only from ambushing each girl individually. Crèmè and Cecile both start eyeing each other as Andrei and Ness square off, leaving Scorpio dazed and nearly flopping around trying to get his bearings. Cecile and Crèmè use a collar and elbow tie-up, Crèmè with the height advantage trying to tower and intimidate Cecile. Meanwhile Andrei and Ness are enganged in their own test of strength as Scorpio finally is standing upright, but backs up into the enormous frame of Darkseid once again. Scorpio slowly turns around, hands up to his face as he backs himself into the ropes. Darkseid swings down at Scorpio’s face, but Scorpio rolls underneath the hit, ending up behind Darkseid as he delivers a swift dropkick. Unfortunately all it does is stagger Darkseid closer to the ropes as Scorpio looks concerned. He motions over to Crèmè, who tosses Cecile from his waistlock hold into the Andrei/Ness tussling. Getting a running start Crèmè leaps at Darkseid with a dropkick of his own, staggering him further but still leaving Darkseid on his feet. Darkseid manages to turn around to face both of his attackers, while Scorpio and Crèmè look at each other in concern. Darkseid grabs at Scorpio’s face, which causes Crèmè to get psycho as he starts pounding all over the torso of Darkseid. Darkseid takes a look at Crèmè before dropping Scorpio to the side as he clubs Crèmè in the back, causing the man to drop to his knees. Darkseid lifts both his hands up into a double-axe, but Crèmè quickly acts by delivering a sharp forearm to the nether regions of Darkseid, nearly doubling him over. He quickly moves into a crouching position behind Darkseid as Scorpio charges at him with a running front dropkick to the face, knocking him over Crèmè, out of the ring, and into a mini-snow bank that has gathered outside the ring. As Andrei and Cecile start double-teaming Ness, Scorpio and Crèmè both pull off the respective teamers, ducking right hands from both as they lift them up onto their shoulders while Ness grabs them by their heads, delivering a triple-team DDT from a double flapjack by his DS partners. GR: Say what you will on the girl-men, but they are a team. IB: But Darkseid has been working at least somewhat within the same goals as Cecile and Andrei. GR: How long will that last? This is same man who would gladly stab anyone for that Siberian championship that Cecile carries. The middle of the match sees Desert Sex start to swing things into their moment as Ness and Scorpio start double-teaming Andrei while Crèmè and Cecile once more go out at it, Darkseid still recovering on the outside. Crèmè starts taunting Cecile by swinging his hips provocatively before slapping Cecile, who delivers her own hard slap. The two get into a slap fight before Cecile scratches the side of the Crèmè’s face, causing him to scream in anger as he clotheslines Cecile down. Scorpio lifts up Andrei as he whips him to the ropes, but Andrei counters, and as Scorpio is about to bounce off the ropes, he comes flying over the top, flipping onto the waiting shoulders of Darkseid! Darkseid measures up the distance and uses Scorpio as a running lawn dart right into the barbed wire cage, Scorpio crumbling into a heap while covering his face up. Inside, Andrei lifts Ness up onto his shoulders before dropping him with a hotshot across the ropes. Andrei then turns while Darkseid climbs into the ring, both men stalking over Crèmè, who is still busy stomping away at a fetal Cecile. He slows his stomps at the shadows over him, then turns around right into a hard right boot from Darkseid. Andrei whips Crèmè into the ropes, but when Crèmè ducks a clothesline attempt, Darkseid lifts him up into the air with a press before tossing him clear to the otherside of the ring, Crèmè holding tightly to his chest area. Darkseid and Andrei both lift Crèmè up to his feet, while Cecile slowly gets to her feet. Darkseid lifts Crèmè up into a powerbomb, but Scorpio is there to hold his teammate’s arms, keeping Darkseid from connecting. Darkseid nearly overpowers the both of them with Scorpio almost flying over the top rope, but Ness comes charging in with a spear that drops Darkseid with Crèmè getting a senton pin on the man. 1… 2…  – kick out with authority! Crèmè goes flying over the top rope, flipping onto the apron before falling into the barbed wire, getting tangled up! He gives a screech as Scorpio and Ness both move to the outside, helping him out. Suddenly, both Scorpio and Crèmè start pointing and screaming as a lock of Crèmè’s hair has been tied up into the barbed wire! Ness tries calming down Crèmè, when flying from out of nowhere comes Cecile, crashing down on all three members of Desert Sex with a splash. Ness however manages to stay on his feet, holding a struggling Cecile while Crèmè slowly gets up to his feet. Suddenly, Crèmè sees a strand of his hair on the barbed wire and goes apeshit, wailing away at Cecile. Andrei goes after Crèmè, but Ness and Scorpio blindside him, taking him down and stomping away while Darkseid looks on at the two with his arms crossed. After slamming Cecile repeatedly into the apron, Crèmè starts scraping her face along the cell wall before dropping her down, blood starting to pool around her forehead. The three members of Desert Sex start conversing before they enter into the ring, Darkseid motioning to them to attack. Scorpio charges first, but gets piefaced to the ground. Crèmè follows next, but is then dropped by a stiff boot to the face. Ness looks around before psyching himself up. Darkseid motions to Ness, but is held stiff as both Crèmè and Scorpio are holding tightly to his legs. Darkseid starts trying to shake off the duo, but Ness comes charging in with a clothesline, Scorpio and Crèmè both pulling down on Darkseid’s legs to bring him down to the mat. Scorpio and Crèmè high-five, while Ness shoves the two. Crèmè gets a blush over his body while Ness goes to make a cover with Scorpio and Crèmè climbing on top. 1… 2… th – kick out! IB: Despite going at it alone, Darkseid has withstood the punishment by himself that Desert Sex dishes out. GR: Like I said – girly men. Nancies. Sissy boys. IB: But nancies who are working well together. GR: Sure, but like a Cosmopolitan drink – fruity and weak unless taken in massive downings. The finish of the match sees Desert Sex teaming up on Cecile, triple-teaming her in one of the corners. Ness lifts Cecile onto the top of the turnbuckle as Crèmè climbs over his back, patting him affectionately as he grabs Cecile and executes a perfect Superplex. Crèmè is slow to make the cover, trying to keep as little contact away from her chest as possible. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Cecile’s chest brushes against Crèmè, who leaps back and starts rubbing his body attempting to “dust” it off. Scorpio goes to confront him before he’s shoved aside by Ness, who slaps Crèmè across the face. Crèmè gets a big grin on his face, but Ness is taken down by Darkseid, who knocks Ness down with a big forearm. Darkseid stalks Crèmè, who gets to his knees begging. Darkseid prepares to strike before Scorpio comes from behind with a low blow, doubling over Darkseid for Crèmè to deliver a DDT. Crèmè makes the cover. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Andrei comes into the match, pulling Scorpio into a crushing bearhug, lifting him up high. Crèmè quickly rushes over, chop-blocking Andrei at the legs so that Scorpio falls onto him with a cover. 1…2… – kick out! Andrei is stomped on by Crèmè and Scorpio, as Ness begins recovering in a corner. Cecile comes flying from out of nowhere, nailing Crèmè with a huge kick to his back! Scorpio turns and gets pantsed by Cecile, who gives a cackle while Scorpio covers his nether regions in order for Cecile to leap up with a hard knee to the face. Cecile charges off the ropes, leaping over a ducking Scorpio and running right into a spinning spinebuster from Ness! Ness goes for the cover. 1… 2… 3!! No, shoulder up!! Ness slaps the mat in frustration before he stands over Cecile’s prone body, setting her up for the Fade to Black. However, Andrei comes charging in with a clothesline, Ness grabbing him as the two men go tumbling out of the ring. Cecile slowly gets to her feet, as does Crèmè and Scorpio, now with his pants pulled up. They kick Cecile in the gut, lifting her up for a double suplex. However, Cecile manages to counter into a double DDT, dropping both men hard on their heads. Climbing up to the third rope, Cecile prepares to leap off onto the duo before she is crotched onto the ropes by Darkseid, who grabs blindly at the ropes as he tries to lift himself up. From outside comes Andrei, who looks at Cecile before arguing with Darkseid about his actions. Darkseid gets in his face as the two glare at each other. Cecile slowly gets up, getting between the two men as she starts talking to Darkseid. Andrei moves her to the side, getting in Darkseid’s face before Cecile spins Andrei around, showing annoyance as she starts shouting at him. Suddenly from behind Darkseid is brought hard to the mat, crashing onto Andrei while Desert Sex let go of Darkseid’s legs. Cecile comes flying over the top, but Desert Sex scatter in time, Cecile crashing down hard to the outside. Swarming quickly, Scorpio and Crèmè both start kicking away Darkseid to the floor as Andrei slowly gets to his feet. Scorpio motions for Ness and Crèmè to hold him up as Scorpio charges back, hitting Andrei with a jumping Glitterazi. With Andrei crumpling to the mat, Scorpio looks down before he motions to Ness and Crèmè. Crèmè climbs the turnbuckle while Ness lifts Andrei up into a powerbomb. As Ness throws down Andrei, Crèmè leaps off and connects with the Thongs of Praise! Crèmè slides himself onto Andrei for the cover. 1… 2… 3!!! IB: And they do it again! Desert Sex with a huge size disadvantage overcome three dangerous convicts and prove the superior teamwork.  GR: I wouldn’t want to be any of the three SW guys in the showers. You know they will hear being beaten by nancy-boys for the rest of their stay in the prison. Winners: Desert Sex (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (SEBASTIAN CROSS ROUNDS THE CORNER WITH A PURPOSE. THE SWEAT, BLOOD AND TEARS FROM HIS MATCH WHERE HE BECAME 4 TIME WORLD CHAMPION ARE STILL APPARENT, BUT NO EMOTION IS MORE CLEAR THAN THE ONE HE WILL FEEL NOW HE COMES TO THE DOOR THAT LEADS TO THE MAXIMUM SECURITY SECTION OF THE PRISON. HE PAUSES AND CLOSES HIS EYES.) SECURITY: Mr. Cross, you are of full understanding that if we deem to hear you have provoked a violent response with one of our prisoners we will have no hesitation in using maximum force on you... (CROSS NODS.) SECURITY: Other than that we will leave you gentlemen to discuss your business... (CROSS WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR AND ROUNDS THE CORNER. THE DOOR OPENS AND HE STEPS IN. HE SEES A SEAT HAS BEEN LAID OUT FOR HIM. NOT THAT HE WOULD KNOW BUT THE TABLE WHICH HAS BEEN WRITING ON HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM. DORIAN WONG SITS ON THE OTHER SIDE. A SMILE ON HIS FACE. CROSS CAN ALMOST BE SEEN TO BE BITING HIS TONGUE AS HE SITS DOWN AND THE TWO MEN LOCK EYES.) DW: I have not spoken a word for 5 months...until now...so please forgive me at some stage if my throat dries up... (CROSS DOES NOT RESPOND.) DW: I thank you for taking the long journey here to meet me Sebastian... SC: I didn’t come here for you...I came here for them. DW: Them... SC: I am sat here across from you, using everything in my restraint from not jumping across this table and ripping your throat out...so do me the courtesy of not fucking me about with stupid statements. (WONG NODS.) DW: Sebastian, you want answers I understand that...but I need you to help me. The Management here was tasked with two things to bring to our meeting tonight. One a record of my choosing to help ease my mood later and two...a letter opener. (CROSS LOOKS AROUND WILDLY KNOWING WHAT WONG CAN DO WITH A LETTER OPENER. WONG SMILES.) DW: To open this... (WONG REVEALS AN ENVELOPE WITH SEBASTIAN’S NAME ON THE FRONT.) DW: Inside is the explanation you have been waiting for... SC: Cut the bullshit and theatrics are they alive GOD DAMN IT! (CROSS JUMPS UP OUT OF HIS CHAIR. THE MANAGEMENT LOOKS AROUND WITH PANIC. SECURITY CAN BE HEARD OUTSIDE MURMURING WHETHER TO OPEN THE DOOR. CROSS SITS BACK DOWN AS WONG STARES AT HIM COOLY.) DW: They are very much alive Sebastian...very much alive and happy...with their family. SC: Your family...with those demented children of yours Jack and Jill... DW: No, not my family Sebastian...you’re trying to put a square peg in a round hole. See in January this year...I told you I envied you. I envied your normal life, your perfect life. A life which had millions of fans across the world cheer you. A life with your blushing bride and child. Of course I have tried substitutes over the years. Mrs. Street for example...but I just couldn’t get it right... SC: Because you’re a sick demented murdering freak. DW: Oh contraire Sebastian...I have never murdered anyone, as I told you, your family is safe and well. I am merely here on an arson charge...but most of all the arson of Wembley was to set your family free... SC: To murder them? DW: Free of you...UNDERSTAND SEBASTIAN! IT IS YOU WHICH I ENVY! I ENVY A MAN LIKE YOU! A MAN WHO IS LIKE ME IN SO MANY WAYS AND YET...HAS THE WIFE...HAS THE CHILD...HAS IT ALL...AND YET...IS STILL MORE LIKE ME THAN ANYONE WHO’S PATH I HAVE CROSSED BEFORE...Why is that so? SC: I don’t fucking now...give me the envelope... (DORIAN PULLS IT AWAY.) DW: I want you to understand Sebastian...you need to appreciate what you have. See we are like peas in the pod, but the powers above did not see it necessary to bless me with the normality to have, but you still...despite having this great gift keep on fighting when you don’t need to anymore. SC: I fight to put food on the table... DW: But what’s the point of a table if there is no father there to help serve the meal...you see that’s my problem with you Sebastian...YOU DONT DESERVE A FAMILY! (CROSS STANDS UP AND PACES AROUND THE ROOM A LITTLE. THE ENVELOPE DANCES AROUND IN HIS HAND.) DW: Cast your mind back to 2 years ago...this very event...what happened... SC: I don’t know...there was some sort of... (IT SUDDENLY DAWNS ON CROSS. HE LOOKS AT WONG.) SC: I won my first World title... DW: You did, that night you stood in front of 5 other men and became the World Champion, your beautiful woman coming rushing through the aisle...to congratulate you and there you stood a Champion in front of a world...a WORLD SO PROUD OF YOU...but...let’s be honest, one man wasn’t too proud was he...one man wasn’t too happy was he... (THE HORROR COMES ACROSS CROSS’ FACE LIKE A MAN GOING INTO SHOCK. WONG SMILES. HE EXTENDS HIS HAND TOWARDS THE MANAGEMENT WHO PASSES HIM THE LETTER OPENER HE USES IT TO OPEN THE ENVELOPE AND PLONKS IT DOWN IN FRONT OF CROSS. CROSS OPENS THE ENVELOPE. HE SEES A SECOND CHRISTMAS CARD LIKE THE ONE WITH “DORIAN WONG” AND HIS FAMILY. INSTEAD OF WONG NOW STANDS...THE REVEREND JAMES ONLEE. CROSS DROPS THE CARD TO THE TABLE LIKE ITS POISON. HE STARES AT IT.) DW: While you were off being the World Champion and forgetting your family...becoming more of an outcast than ever before. Whitley turned to... SC: ...the Church of Onlee... DW: ..and they embraced her...and with her embrace also came the embrace of your son...Joseph. (CROSS STANDS UP AND BACKS AWAY TO THE DOOR.) DW: I have never been the puppet master I was deemed to be Sebastian...I was merely let’s call it...a Knight...in the game of the chess between you and The Reverend...I delivered onto him a man who could appreciate a family...just that...a family. Just like I am not a murderer Sebastian...I am also NOT THE MAN WHO HAS WHAT USE TO BE YOUR FAMILY. (CROSS DOES NOT RESPOND HE CONTINUES TO BACK AWAY.) DW: Of course he tells me at first they resisted...the scars of him left over for when Samson sent him to hell at Death or Glory 2009. But they remembered. Whitley soon remembered the warm embrace of a the Church...a church which whilst you were off away from the dinner table...was quite happy to help her set it every single night. A woman will do anything for that warm embrace Sebastian...something neither you nor me could ever give them. Like I said...peas in a pod. SC: Where...are...they...now... (DORIAN SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS.) DW: My work is complete Sebastian...I told you one year ago I envied your life...I couldn’t understand how you could take for granted all that was given to you. And yet through all the turmoil and pain you went through to get here...you still stand before us all the World Heavyweight Champion...still felt the need to face McDonald...even though he was a not even a Knight in this game of chess...but a pawn. A lesson learned? Obviously not...I hope like me you will wish the Family of Onlee...all the best... (CROSS’ PARALYSIS SNAPS. HE LEAPS ACROSS THE TABLE AND BEGINS REACHING FOR WONG. WONG DOES NOT RESIST. INSTEAD HE BEGINS TO LAUGH LIKE A LOON. GUARDS COME IN AND SEIZE CROSS. HE IS DRAGGED OUT. DORIAN SCREAMS AT HIM.) DW: SO WHAT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU SEBASTIAN...DO YOU NOW KNOW...YOUR FAMILY...OR YOUR FAME!!! (THE MANAGEMENT GOES TO LEAVE. WONG SPINS AROUND.) DW: Where do you think your going? M: I was going to... DW: But we haven’t even listened to my record...put it on please...and help me pick up my makeup...its spilled on the floor... M: Can I go then? DW: It’s Simon and Garfunkel’s Sound of Silence...I hope you like it... (THE COMOTION OUTSIDE AS CROSS CAN BE HEARD BEING DRAGGED DOWN THE HALL. A SECURITY GUARD SLAMS WONG’S CELL CLOSED AGAIN...THE MANAGEMENT LOOKS SCARED OUT OF HIS WITS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: It can’t be...it just can’t be...all along its been its been... SJ: I can’t believe it! SC: How the hell do we carry on now...how the hell after knowing what we know can we sit here and...I mean Cross must be lost...at this... SJ: Where is that damn Ruskie team when you need them! WE ARE IN SHOCK!!! SC: Ivan and Gregor will be back in shortly...and how we move on I don’t know...but for one thing right now it is about Jack Hondo and him getting revenge on the man who cost Kirsta Lewis her career... Anything Goes Match Jack Hondo vs Iziah Hunter (BELL RINGS.) AP: This match is scheduled for one fall and is an ANYTHING GOES MATCH... *'CHORUS OF ANGELS'- HASTE THE DAY PLAYS* (HUNTER ENTERS THE RAMPWAY, THE STEEL COLD DEMENOR EVER PRESENT WITHIN HIM AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing 205 pounds...Iziah Hunter!!! SC: One of the most intimidating men in wrestling, you know there were newspaper articles trying to get Ian Monks blackmarked for allowing Hunter onto the Mayhem show. I for one was all for it as its obvious Monks paid this hired gun to do the damage on Kirsta. SJ: How can you blame Ian Monks? Iziah Hunter is NOT a contracted wrestler and he is now here because of his violent actions. I mean Monks pressed full charges against him. IB: I think we all know the backstory Snoop, but it remains to be seen what Hunter can do here tonight. SJ: Are you trying to imply I invented a backstory that wasn't true! SC: Snoop settle down... AP: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! SC: Full of confidence, do you think he will be allowing the site of Kirsta to be in his mind and stop him from doing what he can do here tonight? SJ: Iziah Hunter is about to make Jack Hondo his bitch... The crowd watch on as Hunter and Hondo circle one another before locking up. Hondo takes control with a side headlock and then flips Hunter onto the mat. He tightens the move and the referee surveys the action. Hondo gets to his feet and then looks to running bulldog Hunter, but Hunter puts the breaks on and hits Hondo as he spins around with a fierce European uppercut. Hunter then clotheslines Hondo out of the ring and he goes to the concrete floor. Hunter wastes no time and grabs Jack and throws him into the steel steps. He then picks up the steps and slams them onto the back of Hondo as the new T.F.W.F. star winces with some pain. Hunter walks over to the guards holding back the security and speaks to one of them. The guard unclocks his gun and hands the butt of it to Hunter. The crowd roar in the bloodshed that they feel will unleashed. Hunter charges Hondo, but Jack is on his feet and dodges him spinning around quick to nail a couple of shots to the face of Hunter. Hunter swings a wild right, which Hondo ducks and nails an inverted atomic drop and a lariat. Hondo picks up the butt of the gun and tosses it to one side as he rolls Hunter back into the ring.  SC:  Hunter is wasting no time here Snoop, he is going straight for kill with the butt of the gun. I am surprised the security here in Siberia allowed such a thing. SJ:  Hey, if you speak to the right people you can get anything...I mean I was told earlier I could have a ‘golden shower’. SC:  ... IB: Hunter of course is such an animal Scoop...I think Hondo is going to struggle to keep this as wrestling. GR: I want to hear more about this Golden Shower. Hondo sends Hunter into the ropes and then hits a wonderfully crafted standing drop kick sending Hunter back to the mat. Hunter is slow to get to his feet and then he is on his back again as Hondo bounds off the ropes and connects with a flying forearm. Scooping up Hunter he hits a stalling suplex and then goes for a cover, but it’s a mere two as Hunter’s shoulders are up. Jack wastes no time getting back on it. He picks Hunter up again and knife edge chops him into the corner. He then mounts the second turnbuckle and delivers 10 shots to the forehead of Hunter. Hunter then tries to pull him out of the corner, but Hondo blocks the move and goes for a sort of sunset flip. He gets another two count, before Hunter kicks out. Jack is rocking and rolling as he goes for another cover, but once more Hunter gets his shoulder up. Hondo realizes soon this is not going to be an easy fight. He sends Hunter into the ropes again, but Iziah puts on the brakes and delivers a hard kick to the face. Hunter goes back to the corner as Hondo lies on the mat buying himself some time to try and get back into this one. SC:  Seems Iziah Hunter was not expecting the electricity Jack Hondo brings to the ring in an actual wrestling match here Snoop. I mean Hunter of course a great in ring technician looks a bit rusty.  SJ:  Maybe like the rusty needles he has been injecting his arms with all this time Scoop... SC: Possibly...oh wait...Nice lariat by Hunter! Hunter buys himself some time with the move and then grabs Hondo and puts the stretch on. Known for his variety of submission moves, Hunter begins to work on the knees of Hondo to slow down the electrically charged Jack. A few legs holds are followed by knee stomps before Hunter looks to lock in a figure four leg lock. Hondo then reverses it briefly into a small package, but to no avail with a mere two count again. Hondo limps to an upright position and Hunter sweeps the good leg out from under him. Hunter rolls to the outside and picks up the butt of the gun once more and tosses it into the ring. He then moves the SW ring announcer off her chair and throws that into the ring as well. Sliding in he drops the butt of the gun onto the face of Jack Hondo like some sort of deranged lunatic. He does it another three times before locking Hondo’s leg into the chair and delivering three leg smashes with it. Its something quite brutal from Hunter to say the least. Hunter then removes the chair as Hondo lies motionless. He covers him then Hunter actually sits up from the pin and wags his finger to the delight of the Siberian blood thirsty crowd. SC:  You can’t be serious! Hunter isn’t happy with the punishment he has dished out he wants to add some more! IB: It could also be a mistake of grand proportions Scoop...I mean if Hondo can fight his way back into this one then...well Hunter might live to regret this very move. SJ:  But stupid old Jack Hondo brought a knife to a gun fight. This isn’t Saturday morning RKW wrestling. Iziah Hunter was brought to this facility for maiming Kirsta Lewis...not for winning a game of monopoly. He is in there with an animal. Hunter pulls Hondo to his feet. A small crimson mask on his face from the gun butt shot and of course limping like Bambi’s mother from the knee shots with the chair. Hunter props Hondo up in the corner and then takes the chair to the other corner and comes charging full pelt into him with it. BAM RIGHT INTO THE KISSER. Hondo slumps down as the blood thirsty fans in attendance love it. Hunter picks Jack up again and repeats the move before holding the chair in the air like some sort of morbid victory. He goes for a third attempt, but Hondo somehow slumps himself down and Hunter smacks the chair into the top tunbuckle and back into his face. Hunter is dazed as Hondo tries to pull him down to the mat. SJ:  STAY ON YOUR FEET HUNTER! GR:  And cover your ass in the showers! IB:  Hunter in a twist of events has realized the advantage is now on the mat for Hondo... GR:  Really? SC:  Well there is some truth in that, but remember the submissions expert Hunter is just as comfortable on the mat using counters. Hunter pulls Hondo to his feet constantly blocking the attempts by the new star to pull him down to the mat. Hunter backs Hondo into the corner and delivers a few chops to his chest. He then judo flips him over and drops a leg onto the arm before locking the arm into place. He uses a free leg to stamp on the knee of Jack Hondo who seems in absolute agony right here. Hunter begins screaming for Hondo to tap, but the gutsy star shakes his head no. Hunter gets to his feet and pretty much drags Hondo up. He walks him around the ring and slams him with a cross between a spine buster and a slam. He pulls the leg and spins it into a sharp shooter. The hostile crowd once more let Hondo have it. Hondo stretches and screams for the ropes, but this is anything goes so it makes little difference as Hunter drags him back into the middle of the ring. Hondo pulls for something and grabs the steel chair. He partially uses whatever strength he has left to spin Hunter just enough to whack him in the back with the chair. Hunter falls forward releasing the hold. Hondo crawls a bit and then grabs the leg and slaps a figure four onto Hunter in the middle of the ring!!! SC:  HONDO HAS THE FIGURE FOUR ON! MY GOD HOW MUCH PAIN MUST HONDO BE IN TO INFLICT THIS MOVE! WHAT GUTS! SJ: The man is a fool Scoop, he might tap and he’s the man with the finisher on! IB:  The guts of this Jack Hondo is very surprising to us here at Siberia... Hondo is in a lot of trouble as the pain is just as much for him as it is Hunter. Hunter eventually spins the figure four over and the pressure is reversed! Hondo and Hunter break the hold off and Jack is holding his knee in a lot of pain. Hunter gets to his feet and pulls Jack to his, he goes for a ddt and connects. Hunter goes and grabs a chair and places it over the knee of Hondo. He mounts the top rope and looks down with a sick look on his face. SJ:  He is going to completely snap his knee if he connects with this! SC:  Hondo’s career in the T.F.W.F. could be over before it starts... Hunter goes for the knee stomp from the top, but Hondo rolls out of the way. Hunter tries to pull him to his feet, but Hondo blocks the move and scores a sit down jawbreaker. Hunter is stunned, Hondo somehow gets to his feet and delivers a ‘Pump HONDOslam’ he makes the cover, for the one, the two and the three!!! SC: Hondo did it, he did it! Iziah Hunter has been defeated here in Siberia! SJ: You have to be kidding me, where did that come from? Hondo falls back down on the mat and clutches his knee. He eventually slowly gets up and limps as the referee holds his hand in the air. Chants of ‘Finish Him’ with the chair echo through the warehouse. Hondo shakes his head as he wants none of it. He waits for his music to play out before beginning his limping walk to get some medical attention on the knee. Winner, via pinfall: Jack Hondo [HYPE VIDEO: MAYHEM GOES TO JAPAN.] (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE UNSEEN FOOTAGE IN THE ARENA AS THE SHOW MERELY BROADCASTS THE HYPE VIDEO FOR T.F.W.F.'S TRIP TO JAPAN.) (THERE ARE NO CAMERAS...SITTING IN THE ROOM LISTENING TO THE ‘SOUND OF SILENCE’ IS DORIAN WONG. THE MANAGEMENT IS LOOKING AT HIM.) M: It seems to have simmered down out there... DW: Worried they have forgotten about you... M: No... DW: I mean, everyone knew he was going to be here, but YOU...well they might have forgotten you, you know. M: I am The Management...I can’t be forgotten. DW: Voice of wrestling...or the man who tried to ruin Ian Monks’ business. M: A business I made for him. I worked, I grafted. I am a wrestling legend! I WAS THE FACE OF T.F.W.F.! DW: More like a forgotten man to me...a man with no voice. You know I haven’t spoken for 5 months until today... (THE SOUND OF SILENCE CONTINUES TO PLAY ON.) M: I know...look...can we get to the... (WONG PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.) DW: I mean look at me...people have the wrong impression about me. They think I am a murderer. But all I am responsible for is a bit of arson and if you want to be technical that was more my Jack’s doing. M: So why don’t you tell them all... DW: People only listen when they want to listen. Sebastian for example was told a message two years ago...and only now is he hearing it for the first time...we are very similar you and me. Because nobody listens to you. They don’t remember the great achievements of The Management...the Firm...the way you had the wrestling world in the palm of your hand for so long....I want you to understand...that. M: I thank you... DW: I want them to remember you for being famous... M: I urrr... (DORIAN STANDS UP AND SMILES. IT IS A COMFORTING SMILE FOR A MOMENT AND THEN LIKE A CAT HE GRABS THE MANAGEMENT AROUND THE NECK AND WRESTLES HIM TO THE GROUND.) M: But you said...you weren’t a murderer....!!!! DW: I am not...now stick out your tongue... (THE MANAGEMENT TRIES TO RESIST, BUT THE MUSIC CONTINUES TO DROWN OUT HIS CRIES. WONG REMOVES THE LETTER OPENER FROM HIS POCKET. HE FORCES THE MANAGEMENT’S TONGUE OUT OF HIS MOUTH AND TAKES THE LETTER OPENER TO IT.) DW: I WILL SPEAK FOR YOU MANAGEMENT... (WONG CONTINUES TO CHOKE OUT THE MANAGEMENT AS HE LIES UNCONSCIOUS. HE STRIPS THE MANAGEMENT OF HIS RED SUIT, HIS RED FUR HAT, HIS RED FUR COAT. HE THEN BEGINS TO PAINT HIS FACE WITH MAKEUP. HE DRESSES IN THE MANAGEMENT’S CLOTHES AND LEAVES HIM IN THE CORNER ON THE MATRESS IN HIS PRISON OUTFIT. DORIAN WONG PUSHES GENTLY THE RECORD PLAYER OFF THE SHELF. THE GUARD OPENS THE WINDOW.) GUARD: Everything ok in there? DW: No...he went mad... (THE SECURITY OPENS THE DOOR IN SOME HASTE AND LOOKS INSIDE. THEY SEE A FIGURE IN THE CORNER IN THE ROOM SLUMPED ON A MATRESS.) GUARD: What happened... (WONG KEEPS HIS HEAD BOWED.) DW: As soon as Cross went he just started mumbling...he went crazy. He went for me and I grabbed his record player and smashed him on the head with it. GUARD: Quick thinking... DW: Indeed...I best be going...this place gives me the creeps. (DORIAN GOES TO LEAVE. THE GUARD STOPS HIM.) GUARD: Wait...what’s this... (THE GUARD HOLDS UP THE LETTER OPENER.) DW: I must have dropped it in the scuffle. Yeah, I suggest you throw away the key... GUARD: Might just say that to the Warden...we have had enough of this anyway keeping this guy here. DW: Don’t blame you...well at least it’s all quiet now. GUARD: The sound of silence... DW: Yes...its beautiful (“THE MANAGEMENT” LEAVES THE CELL. AS THE GUARDS CLEAN UP THE MESS. THEY CLOSE THE DOOR ON THE CELL OF DORIAN WONG FOR GOOD. FOR IN SIBERIA...HUMANITY IS WORTH NOTHING.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Our first PPV of the year in T.F.W.F. 2010 will be Night of the Revolution 10...split over New York and Los Angeles...we are now at the finale moment of tonight...all the writing has been officially put on the wall for this one...and standing in the ring is our special guest referee...man oh man...what a night here in Siberia... DOUBLE MAIN EVENT: Rhys Pect Special Guest Referee D Fallen Angel vs Sandy Makel (BELL RINGS.)  AP: This match is scheduled for one fall currently in the ring the special guest referee Rhys Pect... *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) AP: Making his way towards the ring from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…he is the 2009 King of the Deathamatches... Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! SC: So is Pect going to call this down the middle? I think so. SJ: Why would he? SC: Cause if he doesn’t...then he is everything that TCK is...a cheating son of a bitch! AP: And his opponent... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT. HE LOOKS AT THE SIBERIAN PRISONERS 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: Well he certainly made them aware he wasn’t scared of these surroundings... SJ: Let’s not forget...Fallen Angel use to live in places like this before he came a star...this is like coming home to this man...and for Sandy his worst nightmare just started his walk to the ring. Despite their surroundings, there's a very certain chill in the air as both Makel and Angel make their way towards the middle of the ring. Rhys Pect, standing there firmly in the black and white stripes, gives both men a look as their gazes refuse to stray. Pect takes a moment to recount the rules for both competitors, but it becomes quite clear his words have fallen on deaf ears. A bit frustrated, Pect snaps his fingers in front of both men's faces, letting them know beyond a shadow of a doubt who's in charge here tonight. Garnering a small nod from Makel and a skeptical look from Angel, we Pect signal for the bell. SC: And here we go, Snoop! SJ: I don't like this one bit -- Pect's got something cooked up for Angel, and it doesn't smell right, I'm telling you. And immediately, we see Makel lash out with a HARD slap across Angel's face that echoes up and down the warehouse like a gunshot. A wide-eyed Angel whips his head back around to see the smirking Makel giving him a cheeky look. However, Angel's look of anger begins to subside as a sinister grin creeps across his face instead as he lunges forward, grabbing Makel around the throat with a massive hand. Makel's quick-thinking, however, allows him to snap out a good front kick to Angel's stomach that momentarily stuns him. Not wanting to waste any time, Makel hits the ropes behind him and rebounds back with a strong forearm that catches Angel on the side of the head. Angel, a bit rocked from the force of the blow, stumbles backwards slightly as Makel goes back to the ropes again, leaping forth with another forearm shot that nails his opponent square on the jaw. Angel backs up again but absolutely refuses to go down, prompting Makel to go back to the well one more time. However, we see a clear scowl on Angel's face as he rushes forward with a gigantic shoulder-block that floors "The Dice." Makel hits the ground hard but quickly rolls back to his feet, underestimating Angel's sheer power. Angel quickly jumps on the opportunity and tackles Makel, lifting him up and powering him into the corner like a Mack truck. Sandy hits the turnbuckles hard as Angel begins to jam a series of shoulders into "The Dice's" mid-section, one after another. With the wind being forced out of him in such a ferocious manner, it's clear from Makel's face that he's already showing signs of early fatigue. Pect, however, is immediately on the action, warning Angel to back off. Angel, sneering at Pect's instructions, delivers one more big-time shoulderblock only to be forcibly taken out of the corner by Pect. Angel turns to Pect and delivers a few choice words to the referee of the night before moving in forward to deliver a spinning discus punch to Makel in the corner. A dizzied Makel's feet go flying up from the strength in that one shot as Angel grabs ahold of Makel's throat with both hands, choking him in the corner. We can see the veins pumping in Angel's massive arms as he constricts his biceps even harder, his huge paws wrapped squarely around Sandy's neck. Pect is quick on the count, however, hitting "four" as Angel is finally forced to reluctantly relinquish the choke. Angel turns to Pect and effectively shrugs him off, grabbing Makel and setting him up for an Irish whip into the opposite corner. With little effort, the big man of TCK hurls Sandy into the opposite corner -- the shock of the whip forcing Sandy to hit the mat, face-first, almost immediately. SC: Angel sticking strictly to his power game here, tonight. SJ: Can you say, '2-0,' Scoop?! SC: Maybe, but what do you think Makel should do in this situation if Angel won't relent? SJ: Curl up and die, hopefully. Angel takes his time stalking his prey, watching Makel get to a slow crawl in the corner before nailing him with a kick to the ribs that sends him sitting right back against the bottom turnbuckles. Angel snickers to himself, shrugging at Pect before moving towards the turnbuckles and unleashing a calculated set of mudhole stomps to Makel's chest, head, and neck. Not looking to get distracted by more of Pect's cajoling, Angel quickly grabs a handful of Sandy's hair, pulling him up to his feet and nailing a sick European uppercut before Irish-whipping him into the ropes. Sandy bounces back and we see Angel pick him up for a ring-shaking, Batista-style pop-up spinebuster. With Makel laid-out, Angel puts a knee right across "The Dice's" face, arrogantly pointing for Pect to count the pinfall. Pect reluctantly agrees as Angel holds both arms out to his sides in a self-congratulatory manner, only to be denied his moment with a kick-out at two. For a millisecond, we see a look of frustration on Angel's face, but he quickly follows up by taking a full-mount on Makel, nailing him repeatedly with a barrage of punches, followed by a series of "twelve-to-six" elbows that horrifically find their mark. Again, Pect is on the scene to break this up as Angel immediately gets up, pulling Makel up again. Makel seems to be on spaghetti legs after Angel's blitzkrieg of ground and pound, but is still fighting to survive. Amused by this, Angel snaps off another European uppercut, followed by a pair of knife-edged chops that reverberate all around the warehouse. Angel eyes his surroundings and keeps a brief lookout for Pect, but it's that small window that Makel blasts him with a hard right hand out of nowhere that momentarily knocks him for a loop. Angel staggers back and gets blasted with another right hand as Makel looks to be finding a rhythm, but it's Angel who cuts him off and hits a big knee-lift into Makel's gut that leaves him doubled over. Angel grabs a clinch and rocks Makel with some knees to the face before positioning him for a vertical suplex. With little difficulty, Angel manages to hoist Makel up, suspending him in the air for a few seconds before running forward towards the middle of the ring and jumping into the air slightly for a sickening brainbuster! A grinning Angel wipes his mouth like a ravenous wolf after the impact, getting right into Pect's face and saying, "Remember that?" before getting back into a pinning position. Pect, despite his lack of respect for Angel, gets into position anyway for the count -- one! Two! Th--shoulder up by Makel! We see the look of slight concern on Angel's face again as he throws Makel's arms down and secures a tighter pin, only to be denied by a strong kickout at two! The frustrated big man gives both Pect and Makel a scowl as he moves him into a sitting position for a tight sleeper on the mat, planning his next method of attack. SJ: Y'know, given Rhys' OBVIOUS abuse of power here tonight, Angel's doing a MARVELOUS job at fighting the odds. What a man! SC: ...are you high? We see Angel wrench the sleeper in tightly as it's getting more and more apparent that Makel is starting to fade. Angel arches an eyebrow and shouts at Pect to start counting off. Pect eyes Angel skeptically and goes in to check Sandy, raising up an arm. Makel's arm drops, no problem, as Pect signals to the timekeeper for a one-count. He looks to Makel again, checking his drooping eyes before raising his arm again -- TWO! Angel puts on a self-satisfied sneer as Pect raises Makel's arm one last time, but just as it drops about halfway, we see Makel's spirit shine through as he tolds his arm steady. Angel looks a bit surprised as Makel starts to show signs of life here, slowly getting to his feet despite Angel's obvious anaconda-like grip. Makel eventually gets to a standing position and drills Angel with a few elbows to the stomach which pop the big man up a bit. Hitting several more, Makel can feel Angel's grip loosening before freeing himself, rocking Angel with a hard elbow to the temple. Angel is stunned for a second as Makel lets loose with another that catches him flush on the cheek. Angel lunges forward trying to close the distance, but Makel quickly ducks down and makes his way behind Angel, grabbing hold of his waist and hitting a German suplex that, while a bit awkward-looking due to Angel's weight, gets the job done, drilling Angel to the mat. Makel is a bit worse for wear here as he quickly tries to capitalize, getting on top of Angel and raining down a series of hard blows on Angel's face. Makel, now with a second wind, pulls Angel up and hits a European uppercut of his own before positioning the big man for an Irish whip. Angel, however, utilizes his strength once more and refuses to budge, instead pulling Makel towards the ropes for his own Irish whip. Makel bounces off the ring ropes and just narrowly avoids a big boot attempt from Angel, sliding underneath his leg and popping back up for a dropkick directed right at Angel's chest as he turns. Angel takes all of the force and falls back into the ropes, but attempts to use the momentum to spring forward with a running lariat that he unfortunately telegraphs a little too soon. Seeing the shot coming a mile away, Makel ducks underneath the lariat and hits the ropes himself, coming back with a jumping clothesline. The move is effective, but not enough to put Angel down. Makel goes back to the ropes and hits another jumping clothesline, but it's Angel's durability on display here. He goes for it one last time, and perhaps in an effort to recreate the beginning portions of the match, Angel shoots forward and low with a big-time shoulderblock, but it's Makel who counters with a full-speed double knee strike that careens RIGHT into Angel's face, dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Makel goes in for the pin as Pect gets into position, but a kickout at two-and-a-half dampers any possibility of a pin for Makel here tonight. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Makel's right back on the attack with some quick basement dropkicks to Angel's head and neck as he attempts to get to a crawl. Sandy pulling up Angel to his knees, cracking him with some sick-sounding knife-edge chops before running the ropes for a running enziguri to this chopped-down redwood. "The Dice" quickly gets back to his feet, utilizing more of this hit-and-run offense as something on the floor garners his attention. We see what he's looking at curiously, and it's... Fallen Angel's hands? SJ: Wait a second... I don't like this, no. SC: Makel with some sort of improvised gameplan here... He sneers to himself, remembering the events of 2008, and teases Angel a bit. A dazed Angel puts his left hand up in protest as Makel stalks forward, smiling before hitting a HUGE stomp squarely on Angel's right hand. Angel  uncharacteristically howls into the cold, Siberian air as he desperately tries to move away, only to have his LEFT hand now get mangled with another heartless stomp from Sandy Makel. Frantic now, it's Angel who's trying to get to a more stable position on his feet, something Makel catches and tries to utilize for his advantage. Angel backs up into a nearby set of turnbuckles, favoring his hands, as Makel runs forward with a jumping forearm shot that connects cleanly, before turning it into a running bulldog into the middle of the ring. WIth Angel's hands in severe pain, there isn't a lot whole he can do offensively -- a card Makel's played a tried-and-true veteran so far. SC: And it seems Sandy's found his stone for this Goliath, after all! SJ: Pect, this is ridiculous! DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB! Makel bringing up Angel now who tries to fight back with a clubbing blow, only to reaggravate the damage done to his hands. He looks to Pect who shrugs, saying there's nothing he can do as he Makel stumbles a bit towards the ropes. Pect moves out of the way as Makel quickly recovers, nailing a lightning-fast leg kick on Angel's thigh, knotting up his left leg. Angel's foundation looks a little shaky as Makel snaps off another powerful leg kick that puts Angel on one of his knees. Seeing another opportunity, Makel sneers and takes the big man's head for a picture-perfect DDT from the kneeling position that spikes Angel's head and neck right into the canvas. Makel rolls him over for a pin attempt! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! ANGEL KICKS OUT AT TWO-AND-A-HALF! A more confident-looking Makel nods to Pect with a mutual understanding as he hits a series stomps to Angel's head, presumably to set-up a "Seven Out" somewhere down the line given his ability to take him up and over with the German suplex from earlier. Angel trying to cover up on the floor, but it's Makel's calculated tenacity that's getting the better of him in this chess match of viciousness. Angel soon begins to inch his way towards the turnbuckles, taking the occasional shot from Makel, but even with his crippled hands and sore legs, he eventually manages to make it over. However, just as Sandy looks to finish Angel off in the corner, it's Pect who pops up and directs his attention towards the aisle where we see JC McDonald and Jonnah Street come running down to aid the "Original Killer." SJ: JC! Jonnah! Oh, here comes the cavalry, thank the LORD. SC: Oh, this doesn't bode well at all... Knowing the kind of games TCK likes to play with regards to outside interference, Pect quickly gets to the apron to shout for JC and Jonnah to leave, giving Angel opportunity to hit the approaching Makel with a NASTY kick to the groin. Makel's eyes roll back into his head as he drops to the mat, fully incapacitated. Angel calls for Pect's attention, but Pect, seeing the particular predicament Sandy's in, is clearly questioning Angel as to what he just did. A flash of anger washes over Angel's face as he slowly gets to his feet, shouting at Pect to just do his damn job and count the pin. The fearless Pect, however, gets right back into Angel's face, shouting if he'd delivered a low blow, but Angel shoves him forward and nearly off his feet. Not one to back down, the hot-headed Pect comes right back and shoves Angel down into the corner again! JC and Jonnah immediately get to the apron, but it isn't long before we see Jack Hondo and Exile run down the aisle, grabbing both Killers by the ankles and pulling them down to the floor! A massive brawl ensues on the outside as Angel eventually backs off of Pect, going right back to stomping on Makel. He takes a moment to look out the ring, directing traffic every now and then as JC and Jonnah continued their melee with Exile and Hondo. As Angel lays in one more stomp, he leans down to pick Makel -- only to get wrapped in a surprise inside cradle! ONE! TWO! THR--! NO! KICKOUT BY FALLEN ANGEL!  For a millisecond, there's a look of disappointment on Pect's face as Angel kicks out. Angel immediately gets up, smashing Makel with clubbing blow to the back of the head before pulling him in for a "Cradle of Darkness." Without wasting any time, he hoists Makel up, but the attempt is blocked by the"King of Risk" as he blasts Angel with a dropkick that sends the big man in the corner! He dashes forward with a running forearm, but Angel catches him by the waist, spinning out of the corner and delivering a HUGE overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends Makel soaring through the air and crashing to the mat! He goes in for the pin -- and can only yield a two-and-a-half count! A very visibly-frustrated Angel, still favoring his hands, drops a solid knee on Makel's forehead before picking him up again. He hurls Makel into the turnbuckles, but Makel manages to reverse it, sending Angel chest-first into the corner! He stumbles backwards clumsily as Makel is right back on him, hooking Angel's arms and just narrowly managing to nail a "Seven Out" right out of the corner! He bridges for the pin as Pect slides in, but what's this?! On the outside, we see Jonnah get the better of Exile and pull out one of Makel's feet out from under him, killing the bridge! Angel rolls over to his side thanks to the sudden shift of momentum as a thoroughly pissed-off Makel stares daggers into Street. Street laughs to himself, but ends up getting nailed by Exile with a 619 on the outside using the ringpost! The disorder has hit a fever pitch now, but here's Makel and Angel slugging it out, blow for blow, in the middle of the ring! After some SOLID connections, there's a swing and a miss from Angel as Sandy tries to hook the "Seven Out" again! NO! Angel powers out and hits a knee-lift before going for the "Cradle of Darkness!" Denied by Makel as he pushes off! Angel stepping forward with a lariat, but here's Makel stepping forward to feint a back elbow before utilizing a lightning-fast, school boy roll-up on the big man that catches him by surprise! Makel cinches it tightly, and HERE'S PECT IN POSITION -- ONE! TWO! THREE! ANGEL KICKING OUT JUST A HAIR AFTER THE THREE-COUNT! SANDY MAKEL HAS JUST TAKEN THIS MATCH! SJ: Oh, for CHRIST'S SAKE! SC: MAKEL HAS DONE IT! CLOSE AS IT WAS, MAKEL IS LEAVING SIBERIA WITH A VICTORY OVER FALLEN ANGEL! Winner, via pinfall: Sandy Makel Makel has his arm raised by Pect as McDonald and Street pull Angel from the ring. Exile and Hondo slide into the ring as the prison begins to chant for Sandy Makel. Makel pauses for a moment and looks to Pect, to Hondo and to Exile. Exile extends his hand as does Hondo. Makel pauses for a moment and smiles in a cocky fashion before pulling his arm away from Pect and backing away from the three. He cups his hand to his ear as the prisoners chant for him. He smiles cockily again at the three before turning around and raising his arms. SC: Makel will still not play ball with The Alliance...but for tonight he is the man who has put a big dent in the plans of TCK. Sandy Makel finishes 2009 a winner over Fallen Angel, but as TCK said earlier...Monday they will look to find a fourth and who will be in the running within the T.F.W.F.. SJ: ME! SC: (ignoring him) Good night folks from Siberia... (END SHOW.)