December 30th 2010 The Target Centre - Minneapolis, Minnesota

[VIDEO PACKAGE: THE THEME SONG OF ICE STORM 2010 PLAYS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS ALONGSIDE THE VIDEO AS THE FIRST FEED THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE PICK UP FROM TONIGHT. AFTER ITS SAID AND DONE, THE CAMERA PANS AROUND THE ARENA SHOWING SIGNS LIKE ‘SCORPIO CLAUS’, ‘NEW YEAR: NEW JC’, ‘I CAME FOR THE JACK OFF’ AND ‘WE ARE THE DRAGON’S LAIR’...FINALLY THE CAMERA SHOT SETTLES ON THE DUO OF SCOOP AND SNOOP. SCOOP USUALLY DRESSED IN A SUIT, SNOOP WEARING A STUPID SANTA HAT AND A CHRISTMAS JUMPER TWO SIZES TOO SMALL FOR HIS FAT GUT.] SC: Welcome everyone to Ice Storm 2010, the finale PPV of the year for the T.F.W.F.! Tonight the fans are in the holiday spirit as T.F.W.F. closes out the year in style here in Minnesota. SJ: You talk about an atmosphere...this place is glued to their seats to see one thing happen...Phenom shove this business down the throat of that Metrosexual Mincer Scorpio once and for all. SC: The first title defence of Phenom headlines our show tonight as he meets the former Champion, a man who wasn’t even pinned for the belt, Scorpio one on one for the first time. On top of that some other fantastic title matches and number one contenderships to look forward to, speaking of which let’s see the history of our opening contest as two teams of odd ball alliances for different reasons...meet to book their shot for Tag Team gold...later down the line. NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH - T.F.W.F. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS Deka Zukito/The Masked Marvel vs Zoo York Rangers [FLASHBACK: THE RECENT WEEKS OF WRESTLING SHOWN BY THE ZOO YORK RANGERS AND THEIR SKILLS ARE HIGHLIGHTED IN COMPARISON WITH THE FALL OUT OF APB AND MARVEL A FEW WEEKS AGO AND MARVEL BRINGING IN THE RESOURCES OF ZUKITO TO HELP HIM TONIGHT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall with the winner becoming the new number one contenders for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'DEVOUR' - SHINEDOWN PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. 'HIW' LOGO SPRINGS ONTO THE SCREEN WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF THE FAMED MOMENTS FROM ZUKITO'S HIW CAREER AS WELL AS THE IMPACT HE HAS MADE IN THE T.F.W.F.. HE COMES OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND WALKS WITH PURPOSE TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Tokyo, Japan...weighing 260 pounds...Deka Zukito!!! SC: I dont know if this is what Zukito had as his initial plan to get to the ORC, but if they can beat the Rangers tonight and then ORC beat OSS then he has a chance to get some revenge. SJ: Man thats a lot of abbreviations... JH: And his partner... *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A USA FLAG FLYS ONTO THE TRON WITH A PICTURE OF A SPINNING MASK OF THE MASKED MARVEL IN FULL VIEW. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND ADDRESSES THE CROWD WITH LITTLE INTEREST.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Metroville, USA...weighing 225 pounds...Masked Marvel!!! SC: Despite his rather bizzare persona, Marvel is one of the best in ring wrestlers in the world. SJ: And a hell of a lobbyist on the hill...everyone should wear Marvel brand underpants. SC: ... JH: And their opponents... *’EMPIRE STATE OF MIND’ – JAYZ & ALICIA KEYS* (SMALL HEEL HEAT. DAN DEVILLE LEADS OUT DANNY DEVILLE JUNIOR AND KIRKWOOD TO THE RING AS ‘ZOO YORK RANGERS’ NAME FLASHES OVER THE T.A.T..) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by ‘Diamond’ Dan Deville...at a total combined weight of 598 pounds...Kirkwood...Danny Deville Junior...The Zoo York Rangers!!! SC: These two men could really make a name for themselves tonight after looking impressive in recent weeks. SJ: It's their chance on PPV, Scoop! Zukito and Danny to start, as Masked Marvel and Kirkwood stand on the apron. The bell ringa and they lock up, as Danny takes control fast with a side headlock. He clenches on the neck, and runs with Zukito's head between his arms towards the ropes but Zukito pushes him off. Danny grabs onto the top rope and turns around, Zukito goes for a clothesline but Danny ducks pulling down the top rope in the process, Zukito goes over the rope but lands on apron. Danny turns around and eats a stunner onto the top rope. Zukito slides back into the ring, as Danny is fazed and his him with a clothesline. Zukito pins and the referee counts 1.. Danny kicks out. Zukito grabs him by the head to raise him up, but Danny elbows him in the gut and then uppercuts him forcing Zukito back. Danny leans back on the ropes and vaults with a forearm to Zukito's face. Danny then leans back against the other ropes and hits a drop kick to the face of the downed Zukito. He tags in Kirkwood who powers into the ring, he raises Zukito up by the neck with both arms and then throws him into the turnbuckle. SC: Look at the power on this man, I love the combination of speed and brute strength of the Zoo Rangers. SJ: We know how you like your men big Scoop. Kirkwood begins to lay punches into Zukito in the corner as the referee counts 1..2..3..4. Kirkwood stops for a few seconds and then does it against as the referee counts again 1...2..3...4 Kirkwood walks backwards and goes to hit a clothesline but Zukito raises up his foot hitting Kirkwood in the face. He goes towards Masked Marvel to tag in but Marvel moves to the side to miss the tag. Zukito's eyes open wide, his face turns to anger as Kirkwood grabs him from behind and dropping atomic slam on Zukito.  Kirkwood gets to his feet and looks at Masked Marvel who just shrugs. Kirkwood pins Zukito, the referee counts 1...2.. Masked Marvel breaks up the count and heads back to is corner. Kirkwod looks at him perplexed and Marvel shrugs again. Kirkwood raises up Zukito and takes him to his corner and tags in Danny. He grabs Zukito's arms behind his back as Danny climbs the top rope and comes down with a missle drop kick as Kirkwood releases him.  Danny raises up Zukito and whips him into the ropes, and gets him in a head scissors takedown on the return. He pins him as the referee counts 1...2.. Once again Masked Marvel breaks up the pinfall. SC: What is up with Masked Marvel? He doesn't want to tag in but isn't letting the Zoo Rangers take the pinfall. SJ: Well you know Marvel and his tag partners... Danny raises up Zukito and whips him towards the ropes again, and gives him a back body drop on the return, he quickly turns around and drop an elbow on Zukito's chest. He gets to his feet and tags in Kirkwood again. Kirkwood gets in the ring and stomps Zukito in the chest. He kicks him in the ribs and raises him up. He hooks his head between his arm and gives him a suplex. He follows it up with a pin, as the referee counts 1...2.. Marvel breaks it up again. Kirkwood gets to his feet and goes to argue with Marvel. Zukito is on his feet, he acts as if to clothesline Kirkwood from behind but instead tags in Marvel. Kirkwood grabs Marvel by the neck and brings him into the ring over the top rope. Marvel quickly escapes and begs off into a corner, his arms raised and shaking his head. Kirkwood goes towards him and raises his arm, he looks at the crowd who is cheering him on. SC: Look at this crowd, finally going to see Masked Marvel get what is coming to him SJ: This is a travesty! You don't tug on Superman's cape and you sure as hell don't hit Masked Marvel! Kirkwood goes to puch Masked Marvel, who ducks it, goes behind Kirkwood. He grabs him by the waist and rolls him up. The referee counts 1.. Kirkwood pushes him off. They both get to their feet, Kirkwood goes for a take dow but Masked Marvel leap frogs over him, Kirkwood turns around and eats a superkick from Marvel. Marvel goes to tag Zukito but Zukito ignores it. Marvel turns around, as Kirkwood rushes towards him, Marvel sidesteps it and Kirkwood hits Zukito throwing him off the apron. Kirkwood turns around and Marvel hits a dropkick into the corner. Kirkwood is down, as Masked Marvel stumps a mudhole. He grabs Kirkwoods leg and drags him to the center of the ring and pins him. The referee counts 1...2.. Danny breaks it up, as Masked Marvel grabs him by the waist and pushes him into the corner. Danny brings down some arms into the back of Marvel, as Kirkwood gets up, Danny gets on the apron, he tags with Kirkwood and gets into the ring. Kirkwood raises up Masked Marvel, and they give him a double DDT. Danny pins, the referee counts 1....2... Zukito breaks it up. SC: The team work between Zoo Rangers is phenomenal, they have great ring awareness. Danny gets to his feet and he goes towards Zukito and shoves him. Zukito shoves him back as Masked Marvel is right there waiting to roll him up. The referee counts 1.. Kirkwood gets in the ring but Zukito clothineslines him over the top rope and follows him...2... Danny kicks out. They get to their feet as Kirkwood and Zukito brawl at ringside. Danny ducks a clothesline by Masked Marvel, he grabs him by the head and throws him over the top rope onto Kirkwood and Zukito. The referee is telling all three men to get in the ring, ducking in between the middle and top rope, as Danny leans back onto the opposite side ring rope, he takes a few steps he vaults over the referee with a plancha onto the three men on the outside. The referee start the ten count 1......2....3.....4.....5....6... Danny gets to his feet, followed by Masked Marvel...7...Danny gets in the ring...8...Marvel slides in, followed by Zukito. Danny looks at the crowd who cheers him on, as he goes towards both men, he begins to brawl, kick, punch both men but they eventually over whelm him. Masked Marvel grabs Zukito's head and places it between his legs and puts him in a piledriver position as Zukito comes off the top rope driving Danny's legs down into a spiked piledriver. Marvel pins Danny as the referee counts 1....2.. Kirkwood pulls Marvel out of the ring and throws him into the steel steps. SC: We finally saw shades of team work between Zukito and Masked Marvel. SJ: All Marvel, its about time Zukito paid attention! Zukito raises up Danny and whips towards the ropes, he gets him in a sleeper drop on the return. Kirkwood gets in the ring, and rushes towards Zukito who sidesteps him, Kirkwood turns around Zukito kicks him in the gut and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes towards the corner and climbs to the top rope. He signals towards Kirkwood as the crowd reacts, he loses his balance as Masked Marvel uses the top rope to get on the apron still a bit dizzy. He causes Zukito to crotch himself and fall to the outside. Marvel looks at him shocked, and then gets in the ring. He sees Danny still down and pins him the referee counts 1.. Danny kicks out. Zukito raises him up, and whips him towards the rope, Zukito bends down for a back body drop but Danny kicks him the face and then drops him with a flying forearm. Masked Marvel enters the ring and goes towards Danny with a take down but Danny blocks with a double axe handle onto his back. Marvel drops face first to the floor but evades a stomp attempt by Danny. Kirkwood stops Marvel from rolling around and raises him to his feet by the neck and then chokeslams him to the mat. Kirkwood and Danny look at each standing tall as the referee begins to reclaim order. SC: The unity of Zoo Rangers is what is gonna get them the win tonight Snoop, Zukito and Masked Marvel have been a wreck since the start of the match and now they just look like debris in the ring SJ: The Masked Marvel will not lose, if anything its Zukito's ineptitud that will cost them this match. It's quite simple ineptitude = Masked Marvel's kryptonite. The referee restores order. Kirkwood pins Marvel and the referee counts 1...2.. Marvel kicks out. Kirkwood gets to his feet and raises up Marvel, he whips him towards the corner. He rushes with a clothesline but Marvel puts up his foot and kicks Kirkwood in the face. Marvel climbs to the top rope, as Kirkwood turns around Marvel flies off with a Missle drop kick. Danny goes to get in the ring but Zukito enters at the same time, he spears Danny. Marvel grabs Kirkwoods legs and puts them between his and puts him in the 'Marvel Lock', the referee leans down next to Kirkwood to ask if he taps as he nods his and the referee calls for the bell. Winners, via submission: Masked Marvel and Deka Zukito Marvel leaps around like they have just won the superbowl as Zukito walks almost straight to the back. Marvel continues to celebrate in the ring. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE AS MAHONEY MCMILLIAN MEETS DEKA ON HIS WAY TO THE BACK.) MM: Deka a seemingly improbable victory tonight for you and Marvel and yet you find yourselves on course for the Tag Team Championships. DZ: This isnt about gold for me...I have seen how the ORC operates and I made a promise to the fans out there to make the ORC pay for the shit they pulled at Autumn Annihilation 11. I know tonight APB's boys have their hands full with them...and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if it all went the ORC's way. MM: A premintion? DZ: I have only been in the T.F.W.F. a short while, but what I have seen has said to me that management here will make sure guys like the ORC win the match, I hope I am wrong, but what Marvel and me did tonight will gurantee my shot at revenge. (DEKA WALKS OFF LEAVING MAHONEY AS WE RETURN TO RINGSIDE.) SJ: Woah...Mystic Meg there! SC: Deka, still fuming inside about the ORC and Earl's coallition at AA11, he wants to take the corruption out of wrestling for the good of the sport's future Snoop. SJ: Hey guys like MDK put KFC on the table for guys like Earl...Earl will not allow you to come between him and his KFC. SC: Interesting anaolgy, our first title match of the evening up next and it's going to be one to really look forward to. Can Jose Ramon's knee survive tonight with the ever dangerous Ash Wilson? DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Jose Ramon (c) vs Ash Wilson [FLASHBACK: ASH WILSON IS SHOWN WITH HER IMPACTFUL START IN THE TFWF AND TAKING DOWN WOMEN'S WRESTLING ICON LATRISHA. THAT COUPLED WITH HER HOLD ON THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE WHICH WAS RECENTLY UNSEATED AT AUTUMN ANNIHILATION BY JOSE RAMON. THE ATTACKS ASH HAS LAID DOWN ON RAMON ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS JOSE BATTLING ON THROUGH AN INJURED KNEE HE SUFFERED. THEIR REMATCH TONIGHT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'FAINT' - LINKIN PARKPLAYS* (SMALL CROWD HEAT. 'FUTURE OF WOMEN COMPETITORS' FLIES ACROSS THE TRON. A GRAFFITI BASED SET OF IMAGES COME ON IN CONJUNCTION WITH ASH'S FINISHING MOVES. SHE WALKS TO THE RING AFTER THROWING ONE ARM IN THE AIR TO CELEBRATE HER ARRIVAL.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York, New York...weighing 163 pounds...Ash Wilson!!! SC: Seen by many to be the most successful female star currently in wrestling...tonight she looks to regain that North American title. SJ: And she can do it because Jose ain't got his wheels working! JH: And her opponent... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: Notice the limp in that strut there Snoop? SJ: Yep and I bet the world Ash Wilson notices it too...title is coming back to The One Ring Circus! The bell rings and the champ locks up with the challenger, who immediately kicks Ramon in his injured kneecap. Ramon drops to his other knee, clutching the injured leg in pain as Wilson taunts him to get up. SC: The match has just started, and Ash already targeting that knee! I think it's fairly obvious who slammed that silver pipe into it on Mayhem, right Snoop? SJ: Absolutely, it was one of the millions…(takes a breath) and MILLIONS of One Ring Circus fans, hoping to impress their idols. SC: Surely you can't be serious. SJ: But I am, Scoop…and for the love of Nielsen, don't call me Shirley. Ramon gets back to his feet carefully, glaring at Wilson before cracking a faint smile of his own. They lock up again, and Ramon goes for a headlock…which Wilson counters into a hammerlock, wrenching the arm before whipping Ramon to the corner. She charges at Ramon with a hard lariat that sends the champ reeling to the canvas. Wilson follows with repeated kicks to Ramon's knee, trying to weaken his offense before she climbs the turnbuckle. She jumps down, landing a double stomp right onto Ramon's knee! The champ rolls out of the leg, writhing in pain as Wilson laughs from inside the ring. SJ: You see that, Scoop? She's LITERALLY adding insult to injury! SC: What's she up to now!? Wilson slides out of the ring and grabs Ramon, getting ready to throw him into the steel steps…but Ramon blocks with a swift kick to Wilson, which topples her just long enough for Ramon to launch himself off the steelstep and nailing a body press on the challenger to the floor! The crowd is cheering their hero on as he picks Wilson up, sliding her back into the ring. He follows close behind and picks her up again with a whip against the ropes. On the rebound Ramon lands a spinning heel kick on the challenger before going for the cover: 1, 2…kickout by Wilson! Wilson gets back on her feet, but Ramon answers with a solid dropkick to the midsection. With Wilson back down, Ramon climbs up the turnbuckle for a moonsault. He launches himself off the top rope…only for Wilson to get her knees up, driving them into Ramon's chest! Ramon rolls away, but Wilson grabs him for the cover for a one count. Wilson gets to her feet and immediate goes back to work on Ramon's knee with repeated kicks before grabbing him in a Boston crab. She pulls tightly on the legs, emphasizing the injured one more as Ramon starts to claw his way to the ropes. SC: Ramon is in pain now, he's giving it all he's got to get to those ropes! Come on, Ramon! SJ: There's no way he's gonna make it, Scoop! He's fading away, right back into obscurity! Ramon is screaming in pain as he barely makes it to the bottom rope, calling the ref to begin the count. At the count of four Wilson lets go, turning back to shoot a wicked smirk at the champ. Ramon slowly rises to his feet, having to use the ropes for balance at first as he turns around. Wilson grabs him, whipping him against the ropes for a hip toss on the rebound. She picks Ramon up again, repeating the whip to hip toss combination before going up the turnbuckle herself for a moonsault of her own! Not satisfied, she's back on her feet toying with the idea of what to do next before she goes right back on the injured leg. She teases the possibility of locking in the sharpshooter, but instead merely continues driving her boot into the knee. She picks Ramon up, chopping his chest over and over before throwing him back into the corner. She charges at Ramon, hitting a big monkey flip on the champ. She follows by lifting Ramon up for a vertical suplex…but Ramon counters into a small package for the cover! 1, 2, thr--no! Wilson just kicks out, and the crowd is starting to chant Ramon's name as he gets up, limping slightly as he grabs Wilson and hits a snap suplex. As Wilson gets to her feet again, Ramon answers with a springboard suplex that sends the challenger flying out of the ring! SC: And the champ starting to pull energy from this crowd now, as he looks to fight off all the pain to hold on to his title! SJ: Mark my words, Scoop…Ramon's going to screw up soon, and Ash will grab that ball and run with it! Ramon slides out of the ring, not giving Wilson any room to breathe as he immediately tosses her back in. He climbs up the turnbuckle, calling for the shooting star press…but his leg seems shaky, and he hesitates a moment too long as Wilson climbs up, dumping Ramon to the outside! The crowd is booing heavily as Wilson climbs up the turnbuckle, hitting a huge leg drop to Ramon on the outside! The champ and challenger are both down now, as the ref begins the count: 1, 2…Wilson begins to stir…3, 4, 5…as Wilson pulls herself up onto the ring apron, we see Ramon is starting to come to as well…6, 7…Wilson rolls into the ring as Ramon is starting to get to his feet…8…Ramon manages to limp over to the apron…9…and slides into the ring, keeping this match from ending in a count-out. SJ: I told you he was going to screw up, Scoop! He could've let the match end in a count out and still kept his title. SC: Ramon has far too much dignity for that, Snoop. He wants to put a chink in the armor of the ORC, and what better way than to beat Wilson soundly here tonight? SJ: Dignity my ass, he's simply delaying the inevitable at this point! Ramon begins clapping, getting the crowd to join in as he and Wilson begin circling, looking for an advantage at this stage in the match. After a brief moment they finally lock up again, and Ramon whips Wilson against the ropes. On the rebound he lands a body press, quickly jumping to his feet…so quick in fact, that he lands awkwardly on his injured leg. The pain is obvious as Wilson gets up, hitting a vertical suplex on the champ. She picks him up and whips him against the ropes, going for a clothesline…but Ramon ducks, jumping off the ropes and nailing a surprise hurricanrana on Wilson! The crowd is cheering for Ramon to get back up as he lies on the canvas, clutching his knee in agony. Wilson manages to get to her feet, laughing at the fallen Ramon. She picks him up, but Ramon drops her outside with a drop toe hold! Wilson gets up as Ramon runs across the ring, using the opposite ropes to gain speed as he dives over the top for a senton on Wilson! The crowd is on their feet now as Ramon drags himself up using the apron. Wilson comes to as well, and they start trading punches on the outside as the ref begins to count. It takes only a four count to get Ramon and Wilson back into the ring. Wilson quickly goes for an arm drag, locking in an armbar on the champion. She only has it in for a moment before Ramon breaks out, locking in an armbar of his own! The tide is starting to really turn now as Wilson is now the one struggling. After nearly a minute Wilson shifts gears, getting up to a vertical base and pinning Ramon's shoulders to the canvas: 1, 2…Ramon kicks out, forced to break the hold. SC: Thousands upon thousands of fans here tonight, all looking forward to Jose Ramon retaining the North American title… SJ: …and all about to cry their hearts out, when Ash Wilson takes him out! The crowd is back on their feet, standing firmly behind Ramon as he gets up. Wilson follows suit before they lock up, slowing the pace just slightly...and only for a moment, before Wilson whips Ramon to the corner. She charges at the champ, who raises a boot to stop her at the last second. Wilson staggers away for a bit, then goes after Ramon again...only to be met with the Posterized by Ramon! The crowd is roaring in approval...until Legion and Rick Rampage make their way to the ring, Legion holding on tight to a lead pipe! SC: No, not now! SJ: It's an insurance policy, Scoop! Rampage directs Legion around the ring as he steps up to the apron. The ref stops Rampage from entering as Legion slides the pipe to Wilson. Ramon is too distracted dealing with Rampage to notice Wilson, who slams the pipe into Ramon's injured knee! Ramon screams in pain as Wilson tosses the pipe out of the ring. Rampage finally hops off the apron, allowing the ref to see Wilson covering Ramon and goes for the count: ONE...TWO...THR--NO! Kickout by Ramon, to the shock of all three ORC members! SJ: I don't believe it! Frustrated, Wilson calls for the end and grabs Ramon's legs. She locks in the Disjunction, focusing on the injured knee as Ramon screams in pain again. SC: She could break Ramon's knee! SJ: By any means necessary, Scoop! That's what it means to be a champion! Wilson cinches the move in, keeping the champ from moving. With nowhere to go, Ramon is forced to tap out! The ref calls for the bell as Wilson holds the move just a little longer. She finally lets go as the ref raises her hand, the delight of Legion and Rampage...and absolutely no one in the crowd. Winner, via submission and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Ash Wilson Ash Wilson stands over the body of Jose Ramon as Legion snatches the belt from the referee and presents it to her. The three members of the ORC watch as Jose writhes in agony before slowly making their way backstage. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) AR: So tonight, you are going to do it right! Do it for the Cobra! SA: Look, you and me, we go way back, back further than half of these wrestlers have had careers...and yes, tonight Shane Anderson is going to make a little history, but I want you to remember something, I am here for you. Your match, your title defense against Chester Addison is the most important one of your career. That is what a true friend is for. AR: Yes, The Cobra noticed that while Shane Anderson has always been there for him...on such a big occassion, Scorpio was not. SA: Not only that...did he even send you a Christmas card? AR: The Cobra think... SA: ...he didn't. That guy is so wrapped up in his own self importance, well someone needs to show him a lesson or two. AR: Enough talk of Scorpio...you need to go out there and win yourself a Championship. SA: Thanks buddy, now thats the true value of friendship! (ANDERSON WALKS OFF SMILING AS ROBERTS LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM. HE SEES A PROMOTIONAL POSTER FOR PHENOM VS. SCORPIO. AFTER A MOMENTS HESITATION HE SPITS ON THE PHOTO OF SCORPIO. THE CAMERA FADES WITH THE SALIVA RUNNING DOWN THE IMAGE.) (RINGSIDE.) SJ: The TFWF really needs to get some tissues in the back...how the hell is a man suppose to spit! SC: I don't think that was suppose to be the intention. SJ: First the tissues, whats next the toilet paper! Speaking of which I really need a shit... SC: (sigh) Shane Anderson you saw back there and he is up next, against our next member of the ORC to feature tonight...lets take a look at these two men colliding. T.F.W.F. LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Domingo Cruz (c) vs Shane Anderson [FLASHBACK: DOMINGO CRUZ BECOMING THE LHW CHAMPION IS SHOWN ALONGSIDE THE STORIED CAREER OF SHANE ANDERSON ONE OF THE GREAT LHW CHAMPIONS OF OUR TIME. THE FINAL FLASHBACK SHOWS THE BRIEF INTERACTION THE FOUNDER OF THIS DIVISION AND ITS CURRENT CHAMPION HAVE HAD IN RECENT WEEKS.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREENDAY PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A CANADIAN FLAG ENGULFS THE TRON VIDEO BEFORE MELTING INTO A TCK LOGO. SOME OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF ANDERSON'S SUBMISSION BASED CAREER ARE SHOWN AS HE WALKS WITH AN INTENSE LOOK TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...weighing 222 pounds...Shane 'The Bishop' Anderson!!! SC: This man however you feel about him was one of the man to really put the LHW division on the map in the T.F.W.F.. The greats like Cry Baby sure you could argue, but nobody has meant more to this belt in my opinion than the submission specialist Shane Anderson. SJ: I am excited about this one. JH: And his opponent... *'I PUT ON' - KYLE LEE PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD HEAT. "2...1...0" COMES ON THE TRON AS CRUZ WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF HIS HIGH FLYING EXPLOITS IS SHOWN AS HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Antonio, Texas...weighing 215 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Domingo Cruz!!! SC: The One Ring Circus' dynamic high flier...tonight its new school vs old school. SJ: Well Domingo is a hark back to the days of Guffster, Baby and Crud who put their bodies on the line with their aerial expertise. Both men stare each other down from across the ring, each cautious of the other. Cruz starts to pace back and forth, a bit more anxious to get started while Anderson waits patiently in his corner. Cruz calls out Anderson and Anderson slowly walks to the other side of the ring, lightly checking the ropes. The two circle  again before carefully trying to lock up. SC: This match has the makings of an instant classic, Snoop. Who is your favorite to win? SJ: Well Scoop, I try to have a little of what I like to call journalistic integrity, and remain unbias. SC: You? Unbias? SJ: You might want to try it sometime, Scoop. Now can we please get to the match, I’ve heard it has all the makings of an instant classic.  Both men are about to interlock fingers when Cruz quickly rolls around behind Anderson, wraping his arms around Andersons waist and tripping him forward, causing Anderson to go face down on the mat. Cruz rolls around to the head of Anderson, maintaining a headlock before dropping knees into the top of Andersons head. Anderson backs away on the mat until he gets to the ropes and puts his foot on the bottom rope. The ref asks to break the hold, and when it is broken, Anderson shoves Cruz off of him hard as both men stand up. SC: Domingo Cruz taking a slight advantage here. SJ: Well I think it’s obvious that Domingo Cruz is slightly the better wrestler here. SC: What happened to being unbias? SJ: I call um as I see um Scoop. Anderson holds the back of his head as the two stare each other down a bit longer. Anderson reaches forward, calling to lock up hands again and Cruz goes for it. This time it’s Anderson who gets behind Cruz. Cruz tries to fight out of it by snap maring Anderson over and whip kicking Anderson in the back of the head, creating a loud smack sound that makes the audience in attendance “oooooh” SC: One thing about Domingo is the pure impact he brings to any match. Though not always the biggest dog in the fight, he brings a style that is sure to leave any opponent with some marks the next day. SJ: Hopefully he gets a mark soon, then I’ll be able to tell them apart…and I the only one who sees they look almost identical? Anderson rolls to the outside holding his head some more as he realizes he needs to regroup. Anderson walks around the ring a little bit before quickly trying to roll in, but is booted on the ground by Cruz immediately upon re-entering the ring.  Anderson fights through the kicks and starts to get to his feet, but Cruz kicks the legs of Anderson, again creating a loud snap sound and dropping him down to the mat. Cruz backs up to the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope. As Anderson gets up Cruz leaps off and drives Anderson’s head to the mat with a sharp tornado DDT. Cruz goes right for the pin hooking the leg…1…2…kickout! SC: Domingo Cruz trying to get a quick win. SJ: I think at this point, Shane Anderson is just delaying the inevitable. Cruz stands up quickly and jumps into the air and double stomping the gut Anderson! Anderson sits up as Cruz backs against the ropes and kicks for the face again, but Anderson ducks this time causing Cruz to completely spin around from the whiff. Anderson quickly grabs one of Cruz’ legs and lifts it before hitting a dragon screw leg whip! Without letting go of the leg, Anderson turns Cruz over and stomps the back of Cruz’ knee before applying a death lock! Cruz screams out. SC: Smart game plan here by Anderson who looks to be working over the legs. SJ: Shane Anderson is one of the smartest ground wrestlers in the game, and that’s why he is a shoe in to win this match. SC: What? You’ve just been paising Domingo Cruz! SJ: If you don’t mind, I’d like to stop this game of he said she said, and get back to the match. Cruz eventually crawls to the ropes, the ref starts to count and almost gets to five before Anderson breaks the hold. Both men stand up. Anderson punches Cruz in the face, stagging Cruz. Cruz comes back and  punches Anderson in the face. Then Anderson punches Cruz. Cruz punches Anderson. Anderson winds up and hits Cruz so hard he stumbles backwards. Cruz comes back forward and grabs the back of Anderson by the back of the head, putting it down and kicking Anderson in the face. SC: Looks like Anderson hasn’t done enough damage to stop those kicks. SJ: You can’t stop a man like Domingo Cruz. It’s why I never lost faith in him when things were looking down for him. Anderson stumbles back into a corner holding his face as Cruz backs up to the corner on the other side. Cruz charges across the ring and kicks Anderson in the face yet again with a Yakuza kick in the corner! Anderson falls to a seated poisition as Cruz backs up and yet again charges at Anderson for a dropkick to the face, but Anderson moves last second causing Cruz to miss. Cruz is on his back with this feet resting on the second rope when Anderson kicks the same knee he had worked over earlier causing Cruz to roll over on the mat holding his leg. Without wasting time, Anderson goes to the outside and pulls Cruz’ leg over the apron and does another dragon screw, this time pulling Cruz out of the ring and onto the floor outside! SC: If both of them come over here at the same time, which one are you going to suck up to, Snoop? SJ: I don’t suck up, Scoop. And I think I have made my aligences known. SC: You’re aligence to journalistic integrity? SJ: The people I support know who they are and I don’t need to justify myself to you. Anderson picks up Cruz and irish whips him, but Cruz reverses and sends Anderson into the guard rail. Cruz runs at Anderson and goes for another Yakuza kick but Anderson dodges, causing Cruz to send his foot over the guard rail where Anderson kicks Cruz’ leg yet again! Cruz falls down holding his leg as Anderson sees the ref giving the ten count. Anderson gets back in the ring and Cruz shakes out his leg before rolling back back inside the ring. Once he is in, before he can stand up, Anderson locks on an ankle lock, twisting hard on the leg. SC: Anderson not giving up on that leg. He’s starting to cause serious damage. SJ: He was a member of The Career Killers for a reason. It wouldn’t surprise me if Anderson ended the match here. Cruz screams in agony as he fights his way to the ropes, but Anderson pulls him back. The crowd starts to heat up as Cruz looks like he may have his ankle snapped any minute. Cruz does a push up and start to walk on his hands towards the and this time, he makes it, Anderson again waits for the full five count before he breaks the hold. SJ: I believe Cruz tapped. The ref was in the wrong position though. SC: How can you be in the wrong position during a tap out? Using the ropes for support, Cruz gets back up to his feet, no longer able to hide the damage done to his leg. Anderson doesn’t waste time and instantly shoots for a double leg take down as Cruz swings a kick and connects right with the face of Anderson with another sickening snap again causing the audience to gasp. Anderson falls to the mat, lights out, as Cruz falls under his own weight on his weakend leg. Cruz rolls over and makes a cover on the unconscious Anderson…1….2…foot on the ropes! SC: That was a close one for Anderson! SJ: Well, I think it’s obvious Anderson is out of his league here, and needs to realize that the One Ring Circus is where all the gold belongs. SC: How many times are you switching teams tonight, Snoop? SJ: The only side I’m on, is the side of journalistic integrity…I’ve told you that. Both men slowly get up. Anderson chops the chest of Cruz. Cruz chops back, a bit harder. Back and forth now, each chop harder then the last Cruz seems to be getting the upper hand when Anderson kicks Cruz’ leg. Cruz stumbles, but still comes back and kicks Andersons leg. Now the two are trading leg kicks. Cruz taking to much damage to the leg changes game plans and suddenly unleashes a fury of elbows to the face of Anderson staggering him back just far enough for Cruz to measure up and kick Anderson square in the jaw! Anderson’s knees buckle and he falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes as Cruz falls back from the force of the kick and leans against the ropes. SC: Good night! That was one of the more brutal hits you’re going to see. SJ: The Earl of Cleveland is a smart man, it’s why he puts his faith in men like this. You’d be wise to do the same, Scoop. The ref checks on Anderson who seems to be blinking back awake as Cruz cautiously starts to stalk Anderson. Anderson gets to his feet slowly, still shaking out the cobwebs when Cruz grabs him from behind, hitting him with a German suplex that drops him almost right on top of his head. Cruz quickly gets Anderson back to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Cruz swings a vicious clothesline as Anderson ducks. Both men bounce off the ropes as Anderson goes for a clothesline of his own but Cruz ducks and goes around the back for another German suplex! Anderson rolls through to his feet and as Cruz turns around Anderson takes him down with a double leg takedown that is so hard it almost resembles a spear, and starts raining fists down on Cruz who struggles to cover up! Cruz is trying to fight his way out from underneath Anderson but can only slowly make his way to the ropes. Cruz finally gets to the bottom rope but Anderson is going balistic as the crowd starts going nuts. SJ: Once Anderson gets someone down, no one can control him! He’s going to win the title right now! Eventually the referee seperates them. Cruz tries to stand back up but Anderson darts at him again, going for another double leg take down only for Cruz to grab the head for a small package! Ref counts 1…2…Kickout! Cruz looks frustrated at the two count but pulls himself up. Once Anderson is up Cruz hits a running dropkick knocking Anderson back. Cruz grabs Anderson’s feet and drags him to the middle of the ring before he climbs the top rope. Cruz jumps down going for a moonsault but Anderson moves out of the way! SJ: This is it Anderson! Make the pin! I’ve always believed in you! Exhuasted, Anderson rolls over and puts his arm across Cruz’ chest. The ref counts 1…2…foot on the ropes! The crowd all yell ‘two!” as Anderson seems too tired to argue about the count. SC: That foot may be damaged, but if it’s on the rope, it’s still a rope break. SJ: One Ring Circus! Cruz exherts what’s left of his energy and stands up grabbing Anderson’s head and putting him in a seated position, kicking him in the chest. Cruz backs up and swings his leg, but Anderson ducks and throws a punch and connects right in the groin of Cruz, and in one motion as Cruz doubles over, Anderson rolls up Cruz as the ref counts 1…2…kickout! As the crowd again yells ‘two!’ SJ: Damn it! I thought Anderson had it there. SC: I don’t know how these guys can go on at this point. One has been kicked all over, and the other hardly has legs to stand on! No rest time, Anderson takes the damaged leg of Cruz and pulls back in a half Boston Crab. Cruz gets to the ropes and pulls himself up until he is on one foot, and spins into an enziguri to the back of the head of Anderson! Anderson stumbles forward as Cruz comes behind him pushing him front first into the ropes, and as he bounces back, Cruz hooks the arms and brings Anderson over with a Tiger suplex! He holds the move for a pin as the ref counts 1….2….kickout! The crowd is getting really hot now as they all yell ‘two!’ SC: This match is getting intense, as it seems any move at any time could end it now. SJ: No, my boy can get the win. No doubt about it. SC: Your boy? SJ: You know who I’m talking about. Cruz sees Anderson on hands and knees and wastes no time and runs up the turnbuckle and prepares to go for a mushroom stomp, but as his back is still facing the ring, he is stopped as Anderson hits Cruz from behind before getting between Cruz and the turnbuckle, lifting Cruz, and powerbombing him down! Anderson puts his feet on the ropes and holds the pin as the ref counts…..1……..2………kickout! Everyone is on their feet now. SC: A powerbomb? Didn’t expect to see that in a match for the Light Heavyweight Title! That goes to show they are pulling out all stops tonight! Both men getting up slowly now. Cruz kicks Anderson in the gut and puts his head in between his legs and lifts for a powerbomb of his own! Before he can slam Anderson, his knee buckles and he drops Anderson. Anderson grabs the same leg again and goes for another dragon screw but Cruz pushes Anderson back into ropes with his leg. Anderson rebounds back, Cruz kicks Anderson in the gut, lifts him up and piledrives him down! Cruz goes back to the top rope and steadies himself. He leaps off, rotating in the air and connecting with a 450 leg drop! He hooks the legs as the ref counts….1……2…..kick out! SJ: I don’t know who to cheer for! SC: Cheer for journalistic integrity Snoop! Both men pull themselves up using the ropes. The two charge at each other with what energy they have left. Cruz kicks the mid section, doubling Anderson over. Cruz backs up and charges again, going for a kick to the head, but Anderson catches the foot and hits another dragon screw and locks in another half crab putting more pressure on the leg. Cruz screams in pain and starts crawling for the ropes. Anderson pulls him back in the middle of the ring. Not letting Cruz get out of the hold. SC: What’s she doing out here? SJ: Like a real team, Ash Wilson and Domingo Cruz always have each other’s backs….something you could learn from, Scoop! Ash Wilson starts running down the ramp when out of no where a chair is thrown from the audience, tripping Ash up. Aaron Roberts hops the guard rail and starts brawling with Ash on the outside! SC: Now THAT’S team work, Snoop! In the ring, Cruz rolls over onto his back and tries to push Anderson off of him, but doesn’t have the leg strength after all the damage dealt to it. Anderson puts his own leg through and rolls Cruz over into a Sharpshooter! The damage is to much and Cruz has no choice but to tap! Winner, via submission And NEW T.F.W.F. Light Heavyweight Champion: Shane Anderson Anderson is handed the title and begins pumping the gold in the air as he and Aaron embrace. SC: Just like I predicted all along! Anderson releases the hold as Cruz rolls over holding his leg. Ash pulls Cruz out of the ring as Roberts gets in the ring to celebrate with Anderson, holding the title up high. The ORC coming up short on this occassion as Aaron and Shane quickly make their way to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO APB CONFRONTING MASKED MARVEL.) APB: You stay away from my boys! You and your China man! MM: He is not chinese! Well I don't think he is...and if he was...well he would be very good at mass production of consumer goods to help this economy grow! Tell me when did you last help the economy grow! APB: What? MM: Ha! Your evidence of your participation as a rogue banker in the Wall Street crash is not a sign of growth. The Masked Marvel is very schooled in economics. APB: I didn't even say anything! (AS THE TWO ARGUE A FIGURE APPEARS IN THE BACKGROUND. MARVEL TURNS AROUND.) MM: See Legion will tell you I am right! E: I am not Legion... MM: Well the clothing is a dead give away... E: I am Evangelist and I am the newest signing to the T.F.W.F.. APB: Listen here kid, we have had more creepy preacher wannabes in this federation than this idiot has had delusions that he can fly. MM: My powers of flight were stolen by one of the Kennedys, I will have you know. Good job we shot two of them! APB: (ignoring Marvel and focusing on Evangelist) So why don't you run along and host a bible camp somewhere. E: I think you are really underestimating my talents Mr. Bartsch...so on Monday Mayhem, the first one of 2011, I will challenge you to a match. APB: (sarcastic) Sure you don't want to do a bible off? (EVANGELIST SMILES A LITTLE AND THEN WALKS AWAY. APB SEEMS A LITTLE UNNERVED.) MM: Man, Legion is pissed at you. APB: Shut up... MM: Anyway, where was I...oh yes...medicare! (THE TWO CONTINUE ARGUING AS WE FADE OUT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Evengelist make his presence known backstage there Snoop and my...it seems APB might be taking him a bit lightly. SJ: APB can do that, he is a legend! SC: Well, two men looking to cement their legendary status in the T.F.W.F. like they have done elsewhere meet right now...its Hondo vs Benevolence... SJ: JACK OFF!!!!!! SC: ... T.F.W.F. HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Jack Benevolence (c) vs Jack Hondo [FLASHBACK: THE 'BATTLE OF THE JACKS' IS SHOWN WITH BENEVOLENCE GETTING PISSED ON MAYHEM ABOUT THE CAMERA TIME HONDO WAS GETTING. ATTACKING HONDO WITH THE BELT AND THEN SETTING UP TWO OF THE BRIGHTEST STARS IN THE T.F.W.F EIGHT NOW TO FACE OFF. THE 2010 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR VS. TO MANY SOMEONE TIPPED TO BE 2011 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. THE TRON VIDEO STARTS WITH THE WORDS "THE PROPHERCY", "THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING"...AND THEN THE NAME JACK BENEVOLENCE FLIES ACROSS WITH A MONTAGE OF HIS MOVES. RUSSELL WHITE LEADS HIM OUT ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS PYROS GO OFF AND HE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Russell White...from Parkland, Washington...weighing 230 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jack Benevolence!!! SC: How much of an x factor will Russell Whote be here tonight? SJ: He's one of the greatest managers of all time...so of course he will be a factor. JH: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! SC: MINNESOTA HAS GONE HUNKING HONDO CRAZY!!!! SJ: You are SOOOOO embarrassing... SC: Listen to this reaction for Hondo...these fans here in the T.F.W.F. love him. SJ: Our fans suck... Hondo and Benevolence lock up even before the start of the bell, forcing the referee to get out of the before getting caught up in the middle of it.  The bell rings quickly as the two men continue to grapple for the upper hand.  Benevolence shoves Hondo away from him as he tries to stare down his opponent. Hondo seems unimpressed as he raises his hand up, showing for a test of strength.  Benevolence, looking smug and sure of himself takes up the challenge but before he can answer the call, Hondo delivers a mean lariat, taking the champ down to the ground.  SC: It looks as if Hondo has taken a page from Benevolence’s playbook for Autumn Annihilation.  SJ:  I’m surprised he can remember it after Benevolence bashed his brain in with the Hardcore belt! Though before Hondo can get in any sort of offensive, Benevolence is already pushing up onto his feet and looking none too pleased and charges after his opponent. They lock up once more, but Benevolence gains the upper hand quickly and whips Hondo into the ring corner and begins to deliver sharp knife edge chops to the sternum of his opponent, the crowd booing with each one delivered.  Taking a step back, Benevolence then drops a shoulder and rams it into the mid-section of his opponent, causing Hondo to double over and sink to his knees.   He goes for a quick cover, but Hondo manages to kick out even before the one count. SC: I don’t think Benevolence realized exactly how much fight Jack Hondo has in him.  It’s going to take more than that to get the win here tonight, Snoop. SJ:  I don’t think Jack Hondo even realizes where he is right now. Slapping the mat, Benevolence pulls his opponent up by his arm, and throws him into the ropes.  Hondo seemingly having shaken the cobwebs grabs hold of the top rope and stops his momentum, but not before Benevolence follows closely behind with a clothesline of his own, and taking him down to the outside mat.     The current Hardcore Champion wastes no time getting out of the ring, delivers several kicks to his downed opponent, before grabbing one of the trash can lids that had been brought down for the match, and bashes it over the head of his opponent, receiving a volley of boo’s from the crowd.  Taking a step back, Benevolence encourages his opponent to get up.  SJ:  See that is a mark of a true champion right there!  SC: It’s the mark of a true something all right. Benevolence brings the trash can lid down once more, sending Hondo back down onto the mat.  However, he doesn’t seem satisfied as he lays the trashcan lid down on top of his opponent, and goes for an arm drop, though Hondo moves out of the way in the nick of time, causing Benevolence to come into contact with the very thin mat.  Causing the arena to cheer Hondo’s name. With the referee now on the outside watching closely in case they cannot continue the match, Hondo sluggishly makes his way up to his feet and stumbles towards the weapons.  Glancing over his shoulder to make sure he isn’t about to be attacked, Hondo begins to throw various items into the ring.  Russell White attempts to stop him, but Hondo ignores him until finally White puts his hand on Hondo’s arm, forcing Hondo to shove him away.  Digging around in one of the bins, a grin comes to Hondo’s face as he seems to be getting into the spirit of things and pulls out a steering wheel of all things.  Hondo makes his way to the ring.  Getting up onto the apron, Hondo begins to make his way in between the ropes, but Benevolence grabs hold of his leg.  With steering wheel still in hand, Hondo swipes it at the champs head, forcing Benevolence to let go. With White’s encouragement it doesn’t take long though for Benevolence to be hot on Hondo’s heels as both men are now back in the ring.  Benevolence grabs Hondo’s shoulder to spin him around, and is met with a steering wheel to the sternum.  As Benevolence stumbles back, Hondo swings the steering wheel and catches  Benevolence in the face!  As Benevolence goes down, Hondo drops the steering wheel and goes for the cover. SC:  We very well might have a new Hardcore Champion right here folks! SJ:  Not if I have something to say about it! One… Tw… Benevolence kicks out. SJ:  See, I told you so! SC:  Benevolence managing to break it right at the two count.   And he doesn’t look pleased. SJ:  Would you be pleased if you had a big sweaty redneck on top of you?  With both men now on their feet, Hondo whips Benevolence, sending him into the turnbuckle.  Following closely after with a lowered shoulder, Hondo looks to connect but Benevolence moves out of the way sending Hondo’s shoulder into the steel post!  Hondo down for the count on the canvas, Benevolence gets onto his feet and grabs one of the metal pans that Hondo had thrown into the ring, setting it up against the turnbuckles.  Forcing Hondo up onto his feet, he grabs hold of the back of his opponent’s head and slams it into the metal , before doing it once more causing Hondo’s forehead to bust open. SJ: And first blood goes to the finest Hardcore Champion! SC:  I thought you said Masked Marvel was the finest Hardcore Champion? SJ:  What?  A guy can change his mind. The crowd are on their feet, chanting Hondo’s name as the referee checks to make sure that Hondo wants to continue the match, but the referee gets  pushed out of the way as Benevolence once more goes for the cover.  One… Two… Hondo manages to get his shoulder up before the three count.  Infuriated, Benevolence hits the mat before delivering several punches to the already busted open forehead of Hondo and cover him once more.  One…Tw.. Before the two count can be finished, Hondo again breaks the pin. Shaking his head in anger, Benevolence gets onto his feet, bringing Hondo with him before whipping him into the ropes.  On the return, Benevolence hip tosses Hondo onto the canvas.  Seeing his opponent dazed, Benevolence takes the moment to snatch up another metal pan, he raises it high above his head but as it comes down he finds nobody home as Hondo rolls out of the way!  Hondo kips up to his feet as Benevolence charges towards him with the pan, and the hardcore contender delivers a standing dropkick sending Benevolence down hard.  Taking a moment to catch his breath, Hondo wipes the blood out of his eyes, before picking up a mop he had thrown into the ring earlier and begins to use it against Benevolence’s ribs, causing his opponent to writhe in pain as he tries to protect his body. Hondo moves in behind Benevolence, raising him into a sitting position and begins to choke him with the handle of the mop as Benevolence struggles to get air. Russell White having seen enough gets onto the apron of the ring, forcing the referee’s attention away.  He continues to argue with the official, as Hondo goes for the pin. SC:  The ref needs to turn around.  SJ:  No he doesn’t!  Mr. White has a valid complaint! SC:  I wonder if you ever felt like Fallen Angel’s complaint was valid. SJ: I cannot comment on that at this time. Hondo realizing that the official was otherwise tied up, he gets onto his feet to get the ref’s attention.  He looks between White and the official, before looking to White once more and goes to shove him off of the apron!  With his back turned he doesn’t see Benevolence coming up right behind him and delivering a low blow, causing Hondo to fall to his knees in agony.  White, with a satisfied smirk jumps off of the apron and watches as Benevolence uses the middle rope to choke Hondo, applying pressure as it’s now Hondo’s turn to struggle for air, trying to get Benevolence’s hands off of him as Benevolence applies more pressure. Finally, Benevolence breaks the choke and takes a few steps back to watch Hondo just fall, gasping for air and grabbing at his throat.  Grabbing his opponent by his arm, Benevolence drags him into the middle of the ring and yells at him to give up.  Hondo refuses, shaking his head even as he gasps for air.  Benevolence goes for the bruised ribs once more with his boots before yelling at him again to give up.  Hondo shakes his head in defiance even as pain etches across his face.  With a stomp to the midsection, Benevolence instead goes for the pin instead of making Hondo give up. SC:  No matter what else can be said for tonight’s match, Hondo hasn’t and won’t give up without a fight.  SJ:  Oh.  I thought you were going to say he was an idiot for even getting into the ring tonight. SC:  And Hondo kicks out!  Jack Hondo just kicked out once more at the two count, and Jack Benevolence is once more looking angry about that. Benevolence grabs Hondo up by his hair, pulling him to his knees to re-start the assault on his opponent's body.  Benevolence takes a moment to mock the crowd who boo him loudly, causing Benevolence to laugh, and also leaving Hondo with enough time to raise his forearm as hard as possible upwards in between Benevolence's legs.  Benevolence lets go of Hondo's hair and doubles over in pain.  Hondo, getting up to his feet, grabs for the closest weapon at hand, one of the dented metal pans from earlier and brings it up as hard as he can into the face of the current Hardcore Champion, sending Benevolence back and onto the canvas. With the crowd behind him, Hondo begins to lay the metal into the face and head of Benevolence.  Each thunderous clash of metal meeting flesh, the crowd cheers louder.  SC: It looks as if Hondo is going to make sure that he leaves a lasting impression with Benevolence and that metal sheet! SJ:  He's the Hardcore Champion of the World!  Hondo can't do that! SC:  Would YOU like to tell him that? SJ: ...No. SC:  And the Champion's face has been busted open! Hondo tosses the now bent beyond recognition piece of metal aside, before pulling Benevolence up onto his feet, and whipping him into the turnbuckle.  He continues his assault there, rallied by the fans as Hondo picks up steam delivering several knife chops to the champ's chest and sternum.  With Benevolence still dazed, Hondo once more sends him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex.   Hondo quickly following behind to make the cover.   One... Two.... Benevolence manages to get his foot on the rope breaking the pin!  With the pin broken, Hondo stands up and moves away from the champion as if waiting for the moment to strike.  Benevolence slowly gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth as he goes charging towards Hondo.  Hondo drops down, and with a toe drag sends Benevolence into the ropes.  Benevolence quickly catches himself reverses, charging back towards Hondo.  Hondo seems to be prepared as he attempts to take Benevolence down with a spinebuster, but seems unable to as Benevolence connects with a fist to the stomach.  Hondo returns with a fist of his own as the two men now begin to exchange blows back and forth. SC: These two men just don't have it in them to quit. SJ:  Of course Benevolence doesn't know how to quit!  He's above the rules!! SC: But Hondo has more to prove.   And he's proving it right now! Hondo delivers another punch before forcefully pushing Benevolence away into the corner.  Taking what few seconds he has, Hondo picks up the mop from an earlier assault and swings it at Benevolence with so much force it breaks in half, but that doesn't stop Hondo, whom like a man possessed begins to use the handle as a billy club and drives it into Benevolence's sternum.  Benevolence staggers out of the corner and collapses onto the canvas, and Hondo goes for the cover, but there's no ref to count! Hondo looks around for a moment and notices that Russel White is once again monopolizing the referee.  Hondo stands up and charges over, grabbing White by his jacket before White can get away.  He begins to yell at White, as White tries to plead and beg with Hondo to spare him.  Hondo jams his finger into White's face before finally letting him go.  Hondo spins around, his head connecting with the Hardcore Championship title belt as Hondo goes down hard!  Benevolence drops the belt to the side as he then covers Hondo for the pin, as White jumps off of the apron, looking quite happy.  ONE...TWO...THREE!!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Jack Benevolence SC: That dirty cheater!  SJ: There's no rules in this match! SC:  That man is a weasel. SJ:  Those men are brilliant! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO DOMINGO CRUZ IN EARL'S OFFICE.) DC: Can't we do something...I mean... EOC: We can give you another shot as soon as possible...I can't restart the ma... (EARL SEEMS TO THINK SOMETHING THROUGH FOR A MOMENT.) DC: Hello! EOC: Sorry Domingo, I was thinking something over, look, we got this new guy signed up for the T.F.W.F. this week...named Drake Mosa. I want you to really get a good examination of what he can do in the ring. DC: So I am a trainer now? EOC: No, but I need someone to tell me whether he is worth our investment in a contract...do it for me on Mayhem and I will make sure you get Anderson or something better as soon as I can. I promise you that. DC: So whats this guys background... EOC: Former mental patient... DC: You don't half pick them... (CRUZ WALKS OUT AS EARL GOES BACK TO SEEMINGLY THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: So Drake Mosa will also make his debut here on Monday Mayhem... SJ: Quiet, I am about to get excited about the greatest Tag Team wrestling match...EVER! SC: Well, let's take a look at how this one came about... T.F.W.F. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Old School Style (c) vs Rick Rampage/Legion [FLASHBACK: THE DOMINANT WAY IN WHICH THE OLD SCHOOL STYLE HAVE TAKEN THE TAG TEAM DIVISION RECENTLY IS SHOWN VS. THE EMERGENCE OF THE ORC IN EVERY RANK IN THE T.F.W.F.. TONIGHT THE TWO CLASH FOR THE GOLD.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... The bell rings and Legion and Sean Jordan will start. The crowd is split in their cheers with the two teams both not on the Christmas list of the TFWF Galaxy. The two smaller men in their teams lock up and Jordan takes Legions arm. He twists and gets the wrist into a key lock, he brings the arm up and snaps it back down. Legions face contorts and Sean twists again, stepping under the arm as he does so. He brings an elbow down onto the shoulder of Legion and walks to the corner to tag in Adam Moss. Jordan keeps a hold of the arm and Moss gives Legion a boot to the stomach as he enters the fray. Legion doubles over a little and Moss sticks him in a headlock, he pulls Legion over and we hit the mat for the first time in the match. Moss wrenches on the hold and Legion tries to counter by bringing his leg over the head of Adam, but the big man blocks it with his hand, rolls over Legion and then gives him a slap to the face, receiving an ‘Ooh’ from the crowd. He picks up Legion and tags Jordan back in. Sean jumps back and gives Legion some knees to the face before whipping him off the ropes and giving him a Back Elbow as he comes back, with Legion down Jordan runs the ropes and gives Legion a quick Leg Drop, he makes the cover but Legion kicks out with ease at 1. SC: Good cohesion early doors from the OSS, but the crowd is struggling to get behind them. SJ: Who thought putting four of the great pillars of our community together in a match would be a good idea? SC: “Pillars of our community”? SJ: I have it on good authority Rick Rampage actually helps old ladies cross the street. SC: Oh please... In the ring and Jordan is trying to force Legion into the corner but the ORC member reverses and lays out some punches of his own. Taken by surprise Jordan doesn’t react when Legion hits him with a corner splash, Sean staggers forward and Legion comes off the ropes with a Bulldog. Sean grabs at his face after the landing and Legion tags in Rick Rampage. Rick comes into the ring and immediately lifts Jordan off the mat with a kick to the gut. He picks up the Title holder and places a hand around his throat and just chokes him. Jordan reaches out for Moss but can’t reach and Rampage uses his free hand to chop the chest of Jordan, the referee forces him to break the choke and Jordan runs to Moss and tags in the big man. SC: You could say Clash of the Titans here. The two big men now in the match. SJ: I even heard Adam Moss rescues kittens from trees! SC: ... Moss steps up to Rampage and they go face to face, mouthing insults to each other and getting in each other’s grill. After a few seconds of this Rampage shoves Moss in the face and Adam retaliates with a right hand! The two big men trade blows, neither giving an inch until Rampage kicks Moss in the gut and follows through with a shoulder block. Before Adam can move Rampage is in with the boots. He drops an elbow and makes a cover, Adam kicks out at 1. Rampage picks Moss up and whips him off the ropes and hits a back drop. Moss holds his back in pain but again Rampage runs behind him and nails a kick to the back. Rick picks Adam up and punches him in the gut, he hooks Moss’s arm over and hoists him high in the air and falls back with the vertical suplex. Moss holds his back again and Rampage lifts his arms up in the air posing in the ring. The crowd boo’s and the ORC man flips them off before returning to Moss, he lifts Adam back up, punches him in the face again and then follows with a forearm. He Irish whips Moss again and goes for a Clothesline but Adam ducks, he comes back off the ropes and nails a Clothesline of his own. He staggers over and tags in Sean Jordan before shaking off the cobwebs ringside. SC: Rampage getting a little too cocky with Moss there Snoop and the OSS man able to counter him. SJ: Did you know, in Switzerland it’s perfectly acceptable to not engage in combat. IT’S OK GUYS WE DON’T HAVE TO FIGHT!!!!! SC: You continue to amaze me. SJ: I also heard that Wikileaks has information that says the ORC and OSS can be friends... SC: WILL YOU STOP?? Jordan runs over to Rampage and gives him a quick succession of boots and follows up with some clubbing arms to the back of Ricks head. Rampage struggles to his feet but rolls out the ring to escape the ravenous assault from Jordan. Legion runs into the ring and Jordan catches him with a Hip toss, Legion runs again and gets an Arm Drag, he gets up again and this time Sean gives him a drop kick. Legion rolls out and the two ORC men regroup as Jordan wills them both on and the crowd roar in approval of an all out fight. SC: Sean Jordan exploding and this is starting to turn into a fight Snoop! SJ: (singing) ORC! OSS! Who needs to fight when we can be mates? SC: ... With the ORC members discussing a new gameplan, Jordan sees the opportunity and runs off the ropes and hits both men on the outside with a suicide dive!!! The crowd roars with approval as the three men are laid out and in pain. SC: BUSINESS HAS PICKED UP!!! What a dive by Sean Jordan and the ORC are rocking here!! SJ: Why can’t we all be friends?? In the ring and Adam Moss stands alone, the referee counting out the legal men Rampage and Jordan. Moss continues to watch as the three men outside stir, Jordan is first to his feet and he rolls back into the ring. As Legion and Rampage stand up they both move onto the apron. Moss and Jordan start to move towards them but Rampage wags a finger as if to say don’t bother. Moss and Jordan ignore him and the crowds response of loud booing alerts them to something. The tag champs turn around Ash Wilson and Domingo Cruz are stood on the opposite apron, the four ORC members converge on the centre of the ring. Rampage shoves the referee out the ring and then the four allies start laying the boots to OSS.  Once again the ORC showing this pack mentality of protecting one another, they are just laying into the OSS picking on any body part they can find. The crowd boo the house down as the 4 on 2 assault continues. After delivering a sufficient enough beatdown they roll the OSS out of the ring and stand tall, each raising the others hands and the crowd lets them know their feelings. SC: The ORC are disgusting. They have just destroyed the tag team champions with no respect, dignity or even a hint of professionalism. SJ: That’s the best thing I have seen JC McDonald became awesome on Mayhem!!!! Back in the ring and Domingo Cruz and Wilson go to leave the ring, as they do so the bell rings much to their surprise. Rampage and Legion look at each other and Jaycee Hall stands to talk to the audience. JH: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that the winners of this match, as a result of a disqualification... And Still TFWF Tag Team Champions... Adam Moss, Sean Jordan... Old School Style!!! Winners, via Disqualification and STILL TFWF Tag Team Champions: Old School Style The ORC members are livid in the ring and chase the referee away from the ring and up the ramp. The ref reaches the top at the ramp when suddenly... *'LA REJOUISSANCE' – HANDEL PLAYS* (THE TFWF CROWD BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AS THE EARL OF CLEVELAND WALKS ONTO THE STAGE STOPPING THE REFEREE IN HIS TRACKS, THE REF STARTS TO BACK TRACK BUT BUMPS INTO THE LIVID RICK RAMPAGE AND LEGION) EOC: You may think you are big and clever... But this match will not end in Disqualification. As the man responsible for running this damn company you will restart this match IMMEDIATELY!!! (THE REFEREE GULPS AT LOOKS AT THE ORC MEN BEHIND HIM AND THEN AGAIN AT THE EARL) EOC: Or consider yourself fired. Merry Fucking Christmas. (WITH THAT THE EARL TURNS AND GOES BACKSTAGE, LEGION STEPS IN FRONT OF THE REFEREE AND RAMPAGE STAYS BEHIND. THE REF SEES WHAT IS GOOD FOR HIM AND NODS, HE TURNS AND WALKS BACK TO THE RING AND TELLS THE TIME KEEPER THIS MATCH IS TO RESTART) SC: Can you believe this Snoop? Earl has abused his powers to get this match restarted. The Championship Committee can do nothing about it either. SJ: I love Earl, he’s like Santa... Bringing Christmas joy to everyone!!! SC: ... With the announcement, Legion gets back in the ring and Jordan heads towards him.Connecting with a forearm to send him crashing back to the mat, Legion gets back up and tries to shake off the cobwebs, and Jordan comes back with some rights and lefts, he whips Legion into the OSS corner and follows through with a body splash, he tags out to Adam Moss and gives Legion a kick to the gut. Moss comes in and connects with a giant chop to the chest of Legion, sections of the crowd ‘Ooh’ in pain as the sound reverberates around the arena. Moss grabs Legion by the head and leads him to the centre of the ring, he scoop slams the challenger and follows up with an elbow drop. As he gets back to his feet he stomps on Legion and shouts at Rampage, who tries to enter the ring but is cut off by the ref. With the distraction Sean Jordan comes back into the ring and together the OSS give Legion a double suplex. Jordan goes back to the apron and Moss tags out to let the smaller member of the team back into the fray. SC: Well Earl restarted the match but so far it has gone all the way of the OSS. SJ: Don’t worry, because in a minute Rampage is gonna get mad and smash their face in. SC: On the fence as always Snoop... SJ: I have my ORC boxer shorts on, that on the fence enough? SC: ... Back in the ring and Jordan has Legion on the ropes, he hits him with some chops and kicks and brings him to the centre of the ring, he shouts for a Hurracarrana, he jumps up onto Legions shoulder but the ORC man has enough about him to counter with a massive powerbomb, Legion falls to his knees with move before falling onto his back and both men are down and the referee is counting them out. SC: And just like that the match is back in the balance. Legion with a great counter but does he have enough to make the tag? SJ: LET’S GO LEGION!!!! Legion is the first to stir in the ring and he slowly crawls over to his corner, the referee is up to seven on his count, Jordan has barely moved when Legion extends his hand and Rampage accepts. The ORC man enters the ring and Jordan is some way from making it to Moss when Rick pulls him back into the centre of the ring. Rampage makes a cut throat signal and hoists Jordan into the air. Moss comes into the ring and charges him, Rampage drops Jordan and gives Moss a boot to the face, the big man drops down and rolls out of the ring. Rampage turns round to find Jordan but is met by an attempt at a Double knee Facebreaker from the smaller member of OSS. Rampage though is still reasonably fresh and manages to use his strength to prevent the move. Jordan can’t break free from the hold and with great strength Rick pulls the champion up and spins him straight into the Heavenly Descent!!!! Jordan crashes down first onto Ricks shoulder and secondly the mat. Rick Rampage makes the cover and the referee counts 1...2...3... Rampage stands up and raises his arms as the crowd boo the dirty tactics of ORC and their new tag title holders. SC: Well it took them two attempts but they’ve done it Snoop. The ORC now hold the TFWF Tag Team Titles. SJ: I told you Rampage would come in and dominate! GO RAMPAGE! RRAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!! SC: Well they got lucky here, surely you can’t say they were dominant? SJ: Whatever, look at that man. He’s a monster and now he is a Champion! And tonight MDK will be on his way to being a Champion too! Go ORC! In the ring Rampage pulls Legion up and the referee gives the two men their new title belts as the crowd continues to boo the change of champion, especially given the circumstances. Winners, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Rick Rampage and Legion Legion and Rampage celebrate in the ring with Ash Wilson and Domingo as the ORC so far has gone 2 out of 3 tonight. [HYPE VIDEO: NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION COMING THIS FEBRUARY TO PPV.] SC: There it is folks Night of the Revolution, which will be our first PPV of 2011 and some say that King of the Deathmatches crown...a stepping stone towards the World title. Much like our next match...Aaron Roberts vs Chester Addison for the Intercontinental Championship... T.F.W.F. INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Aaron Roberts (c) vs Chester Addison [FLASHBACK: AARON'S DESCENT INTO HIS PARTNERSHIP WITH SHANE ANDERSON IS SHOWN AND HOW THE BISHOP HAS TURNED THE HEAD OF AARON AGAINST EVERYONE HE WAS FRIENDS WITH. FURTHER TO THIS THE RECENT FALL OUT OF ROBERTS IN THE DIRT MAGS OF WRESTLING AND BEING LABELLED LOWER ON THE RANKS OF BRITISH WRESTLING STARS, WHICH LEAD TO THIS ALTERCATION WITH CHESTER AND TONIGHT'S MATCH.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP WHILST THE TAT SHOWS OFF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES. ROBERTS ADMIRES HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: No Shane so far... SJ: Thats cause Aaron needs to focus on this pretender to the crown. Do you know Chester tried to steal Aaron's invite to the Royal Variety performance... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And his opponent... *'ENTERTAINMENT' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A UNION JACK FLASHES ACROSS THE TRON THEN THE WORDS 'QUEEN, COUNTRY, MONEY'. CHESTER ADDISON WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN HEADS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from London, England...weighing 224 pounds...Chester Addison!!! SC: What a shot in the arm this could be for Chester's career... SJ: Or the end of it which is what I am hoping... Roberts and Addison both are shown the Intercontinental title by the referee. After Addison touches the belt, Roberts slaps Addison across the face hard, giving him a smirk. Suddenly Addison shoves Roberts with a forearm before he begins delivering successive, rapid shots to the face of Roberts. Addison whips Roberts off the ropes and knocks him down with a hard elbow to the face. Roberts rolls onto his stomach as he attempts to protect his face, but Addison grabs Roberts by his waist and lifts him up into a standing position. Addison prepares to suplex Roberts, but Roberts whips him off into a modified arm dag. As Addison recovers, Roberts whips him off the ropes but ducks too early as Addison flies over Roberts into a sunset flip. Roberts drops down quickly onto the shoulders of Addison, but Addison reverses it into the full sunset flip as he makes the cover. 1… t-kick out! Roberts quickly gets himself out of the pinning predicament as he paces along the outside looking at the challenger still in the ring. There’s a chorus of boos as through the curtain steps out Shane Anderson, where the two strategize as the referee continues his count on Roberts. By the time the referee reaches 8, Roberts re-enters the ring and circles around Addison. This time Roberts motions Addison for a tie-up, and as they do, Roberts shows off his size advantage over the smaller Addison, using all of his reach and weight in order to bully Addison into the corner. Roberts starts delivering hard rights to the torso and head of Addison, the referee giving him the 4 count warning. As the referee reaches 4, Roberts breaks his attack off as he moves in between the referee’s line of sight and Addison as Shane Anderson quickly leaps up and brings Addison face first into the turnbuckle. When Addison falls back to the mat, Roberts quickly moves in for the cover. 1… 2… – shoulder up! Roberts quickly covers Addison again. 1… 2… – kick out! Roberts slaps the mat in frustration as he starts arguing with the ref while Anderson pulls Addison out into the ringside area. Slowly lifting up Addison while the referee remains distracted, Anderson sets up Addison with a powerslam, but Addison slips behind Anderson’s back and shoves him into the ring steps. Addison slides back into the ring, but is met with a hard clothesline by Roberts. Roberts stomps away at Addison, backing him into a corner as he uses every method to keep Addison down. When the referee gives the DQ warning, Roberts turns to glare at the referee, and Addison explodes out of the corner with double leg takedown before unloading into the face of Roberts with numerous lefts and rights, Roberts trying to cover up. As the referee pulls Addison off Roberts, Roberts slowly gets to his feet temporarily blinded as Addison quickly wraps of Roberts into a German Suplex, but when he rolls through the bridge, he changes his hold into a Northern Lights Suplex. The referee makes a count. 1… 2… – kick out! Addison flips and lifts up Roberts into a stalling suplex before floating over into a cover. 1… 2… – kick out! Addison lifts up Roberts, who pushes off Addison as he rolls out of the ring once again, taking some time to lift up and talk to Anderson. SC: It’s a handicap match against Addison, but so far he’s managed to frustrate Roberts and Anderson’s plan. SJ: He’s may have all these fancy looking holds and technical wrestling moves but against the brutal attack and long experience of the Inter-COBRA-nental champion and the master of those fancy moves in Anderson, Addison’s just going to wear himself out for Roberts. SC: Well in the mean time Roberts is going to turn black and blue at Addison’s wearing out at this pace, Snoop. SJ: Hey, fashion experts say black is a very slimming color! And anyway Roberts will be too busy turning Addison into new shades of ugly, which would be hard to do with that mug of his. Anderson and Roberts take their time conversing while the referee stands between Addison and the duo. Once again Roberts waits until the eight count by the referee before sliding in. He immediately slides out when Addison tries to chase him however, asking the referee to keep him back. As the referee keeps Addison away, Roberts slowly re-enters the ring. Once the referee backs away, Roberts motions for a tie-up once more, but when Addison attempts the tie-up Roberts greets him with a fast right hand followed by two more. Roberts goes to whip Addison into the ropes but instead reverses it into a fast-hitting spinebuster. Roberts makes the cover. 1… 2… th – kick out! Roberts slowly brings Addison to his feet before twirling him around into a Dragon Sleeper. As the referee checks for a submission, Addison manages to get a foot under the ropes. The referee instructs Roberts to break the hold as he holds on for a full three extra seconds. When the referee reaches 4, Roberts drops Addison with a backbreaker as the referee admonishes him. Roberts pulls back Addison and makes the cover. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Roberts lifts Addison and delivers a scoop slam, then looks to the crowd with a smirk as he charges to the ropes and bounces off before delivering a fancy looking elbow to the sternum of Addison. Lazily he covers Addison. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Roberts looks down at Addison with annoyance as he slowly lifts him up. Just as Roberts goes to hook up Addison into a DDT, Addison puts a foot behind Roberts and pushes him into a modified takedown. Roberts rolls onto his feet where Addison delivers a hard European uppercut. Roberts once again rolls to his feet only to be dropped once more by Addison’s European uppercut. Addison then whips Roberts into a knee to the gut, but when he goes for a snapmare Roberts reacts by quickly grabbing Addison and delivering a hard German Suplex, unable to hold a bridge for a pinfall. Slowly shaking his head to get himself back into the match, Roberts gets into a mount on Addison as he starts to deliver hard lefts and rights to him. Quickly getting to his feet, Roberts pulls Addison up and whips him into the ropes where he delivers a hard discus clothesline, dropping Addison to his knees before he falls face first. Roberts then gets between the referee and Addison as he starts to showboat while Anderson grabs at Addison’s feet and pulls back until Addison meets the ringpost crotch first. Roberts then pulls Addison back and lifts him up into a fast Single Arm DDT before he makes the cover. 1… 2… th – Addison grabs the ropes! Roberts pulls Addison away from the ropes and back into the center of the ring as he starts stomping away. Lifting Addison up once more, Roberts lifts Addison high into the air as he holds him for everyone to see before dropping him with a stalling vertical suplex. Showboating some, Roberts once more lays down lazily for the cover. 1… 2… 3!! No, shoulder up!! Roberts starts arguing with the official before lifting up Addison. Addison delivers a right to the face of Roberts, and the two start trading punches. Finally Addison uses his quicker reflexes as he starts delivering rights faster than Roberts. Addison then whips Roberts into the ropes and delivers a back body drop. He lifts Roberts into a sitting position before kicking him hard in the back. Addison lifts Roberts up and hooks him into a snap suplex, moving over him for a cover. 1… 2… kick out! Addison wastes no time as he rolls Roberts onto his stomach and hooks him with an STF! Roberts struggles as much as possible to wiggle while Addison keeps the hold clamped on. Finally Roberts manages to get himself to the ropes as the referee orders Addison to break the hold. Addison lifts Roberts onto the top turnbuckle in a sitting position as he climbs up, delivering a few shots to Roberts to keep him dazed. Finally Addison lifts Roberts into a standing position as he climbs up to the top turnbuckle with Roberts and hooks him into a superplex, both men laying motionless on the mat as Anderson tries to cheer Roberts up. SC: This time Anderson has to watch helplessly while Addison manages to once again break up the strategy of the duo to keep him grounded down. SJ: But for every minute of Addison trying to ruin the money making face of Roberts, he’s suffered five minutes of pain from the calculated intent of the Cobra. SC: Calcu… you know that both those words mean the same thing. SJ: But it’s all part of the drama. You go the extended extra distance to show how much something MEANS. You’d know that if you’d gone to school like I did. SC: Bet you rode a short bus. SJ: Why yes, it was a relatively short trip for – hey! Addison and Roberts slowly get to their hands and knees as the referee reaches a seven count, then rise to one knee as the referee finally breaks the count. Both men stagger around until they bump into each other, exchanging slow lefts and rights. Finally Addison starts to get the better of Roberts, throwing rights and rocking Roberts back into the ropes. Addison whips Roberts off the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt before connecting with the powerslam. He makes the cover. 1… 2… th – kick out! Chester pounds the mat in frustration as he finds a second wind, motioning Roberts to get up. As Roberts groggily gets to his feet, Chester lifts up Roberts onto his shoulders. Anderson leaps up onto the apron, distracting the referee and Chester, who drops Roberts as he runs and knocks Anderson off the apron over the back of the referee, who looks slightly dazed. Chester turns and runs into the Snakebite! Roberts drops down into a cover. … … … Roberts looks up in annoyance to see the referee still distracted by the prone form of Anderson. Roberts gets up and turns the referee around, pointing out Chester lying prone as he goes back to make another cover, this time taking his time. 1… 2… 3!! No, kick out!! Roberts can’t believe it as he runs his hands through his hair, pounding his head as he glares at the referee. Roberts lifts Chester up, whipping him into the ropes only to get reversed himself into the ropes. Chester catches him on his shoulders and drops him with the Final Notice! Addison slowly makes the cover on Roberts. 1… 2… 3!! Addison looks in disbelief as his hand is raised and he is presented the Intercontinental championship. Roberts is helped to the back by Anderson where he spots a fan with a Scorpio sign, snarling as he grabs the sign and rips it up before walking to the back. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Chester Addison SC: I guess someone should have told Aaron Roberts that he should have waited two more years, because the Chinese know best. This certainly ISN’T the Year of the Cobra. SJ: This – this – this is just a damn travesty of justice! Roberts was cheated by the referee and should have had this match over already! And to lose to that wannabe-Roberts punk is just insult to injury. SC: Well we saw the reaction of Roberts to that fans’ sign… maybe he was a little too hasty in dropping from Scorpio’s side. SJ: If anything, Scorpio was lucky to get the rub from Roberts and use that to steal the World Heavyweight championship. SC: Well here tonight it looks like Aaron Roberts’ solo career has faltered. SJ: Just wait and see Scoop, Roberts will land on his feet. Like a Cobra! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE. THE ZOO YORK RANGERS ARE WAITING OUTSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM OF THE ORC.) K: So when they come out let's jump them... (BEFORE THEY CAN EVEN PLAN ANYTHING...RAMPAGE, LEGION, WILSON AND DOMINGO LEAP THE ZOO YORK RANGERS FROM BEHIND AND BEAT THE HOLY HELL OUT OF THEM. LEAVING THEM A MESS ON THE FLOOR. NOBODY COMES TO THEIR AID AT ALL. AS ONCE MORE THE ORC HAVE SHOWN HOW DOMINANT THE NUMBERS GAME CAN BE.) RR: Hey Legion...call Fred and Carl...and tell them we need a cleanup in the hallway... (RAMPAGE LAUGHS AS HE AND THE REST OF THE ORC WALK OFF LEAVING THE FAILED ZOO YORK RANGERS OUT OF IT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Something you never do is tackle someone without knowing where they are and Zoo York didn't look good there. SJ: Who? SC: Well, you will have no trouble knowing who is up next...its JC McDonald vs. Fallen Angel...lets take a look at how this one went down. Fallen Angel vs 'The Mould' JC McDonald [FLASHBACK: THE RETURN OF JC MCDONALD SOME YEARS AGO IS SHOWN AND HIS FEUD WITH FALLEN ANGEL WHICH FIZZLED OUT WHEN ANGEL BROUGHT HIM INTO TCK. THE DEMISE OF TCK FROM AUTUMN ANNIHILATION IS SHOWN AND JC'S REACTION ON RECENT MAYHEMS AND AT THE PPV TO WHAT WENT DOWN. THE MONIKER OF TEACHER AND STUDENT APPEARS UNDER A PICTURE OF THEM NOSE TO NOSE.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (ARENA RUMBLING HEEL HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! SC: Here is the man who has pretty much done it all in wrestling, but now...he has found himself on the backside of one of his proteges revolution against him. What is going through his mind. SJ: He has beaten McDonald before and he can do it again. JH: And his opponent... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. THE SELF ABSORBED TOTALLY ACTION TRON VIDEO OF JC MCDONALD APPEARS ON THE SCREEN. HE WALKS WITH A SWAGGER ONTO THE STAGE. HE EXTENDS HIS ARMS AND PULLS OFF A DOUBLE BICEP POSE FOLLOWED BY A FRONT BICEP POSE AS GOLD SHOWERED PYROS FALL AROUND HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 268 pounds...'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! SC: Look at the look on his kisser...man oh man JC is pumped up for this one. SJ: And once again he is going to be let down by the fact he CANNOT beat Fallen Angel. There's an eerie calm between the two TFWF legends in the ring as the referee gestures for them to step forward towards the middle. As their eyes lock, there's not a flinch from either competitor as the referee's words seem to fall on deaf ears. A deafening chant of "JC" can be heard from one side of the arena to the other, further cementing this as one of the more anticipated bouts on the card. The two goliaths sneer at each other once more as they slowly back up into their respective corners, their mutual gaze still firmly on each other until the sound of the timekeeper's bell. SC: And here! We! Go! SJ: These idiots out here better shut up, unless they want Angel to rip their heads off, too! And it's JC who comes right for Angel with bullrush into the corner, nailing some fiery right hands right to Angel's face. Going downtown now with some bodyshots, it isn't long before JC follows up with some shoulderblocks into Angel's gut. The crowd is absolutely hot for JC's offense as "the Mould" nails another right hand, grabbing Angel and throwing right outside the ring. Angel hits the floor and tries to get to his feet, but it's JC who decks him with another pair of right hands that stagger him. Out of desperation, Angel fires back with a knee lift to JC's midsection, before setting him up for an Irish whip into the barricade. He flings JC with all his might, but JC uses the momentum to reverse it, throwing Angel in to the barricade instead! Angel bouncing off the barricade, now -- and here's JC with the clothesline! The crowd pops big as Angel gets flattened to his back with JC soaking in the crowd's approval with chants of "JC!" JC picking up Angel now, grabbing his head and running towards the nearby ringpost to drive him face-first! The crowd "oohs" as Angel almost spins into a stagger towards the apron. JC, not wanting to waste any time, grabs Angel's head again and attempts to slam it into the apron, but Angel's puts his hands down on the ring to block it! With an elbow to the ribs, Angel momentarily stuns JC and lifts him up in a gorilla-press style slam face-first into the ring apron! JC's head whips back from the impact as he rolls backwards onto the floor, giving Angel some very much-needed breathing time. The crowd is starting to shower Angel with boos as he gestures for them to fuck off on his way to JC's body. Picking him up, he rolls JC back into the ring, but takes his time getting back in -- just enough time for JC to get back to a staggered based and blast him with another punch. Caught unaware, Angel gets hit with another one before getting set up for an Irish whip. A reversal from Angel, but JC holds on and yanks him in for a short-arm clothesline! Wait, Angel ducking it now, and follows it up with a neckbreaker! SC: Looks like these men know each other all too well, Snoop. SJ: Yeah, genius. Almost like they were stablemates for two years. Shut up and just call the match, will you? With JC's momentum at a stop, Angel immediately goes for the pin, but can only snag a one-count from the referee. At this point, he begins stomping JC into oblivion with JC trying to make his way into the corner. Seeing this, Angel follows right behind him and nails him with a series of well-targeted kicks to the head and neck before driving his foot right into his throat in the corner for an illegal choke. Angel's going for broke here, even using the ropes for leverage as the referee gives him the obligatory count. Right at "four," Angel relinquishes the choke, pushes the referee to the side and digs his foot even deeper now with JC desperately gasping for air. After another four-count, Angel takes a knee and starts clobbering JC with a bunch of his own punches, giving JC no time to breathe, whatsoever. Pulling JC out of the corner now, Angel measures him up for another punch and hits him square between the eyes, knocking him down with authority. Hearing more of the boos from the audience, Angel sneers and waits for JC to come to a crawl before yanking him up for a devastating brainbuster! JC clutching at his head and neck in agony as Angel spits on him and bounces off the ropes for a jumping knee drop across the throat! Pin attempt, here! One! Two! Kickout by JC! Scowling, Angel continues the abuse, waiting for JC to sit up to hit him with a kick to the back of the head. The kick hits flush, compelling JC to head towards the ropes, but Angel with more stomps again that flattens "the Mould." Heading outside the ring, Angel pulls JC's head just over the side of the apron and smashes him with an elbow right across the throat. JC immediately pops up after the shot, but Angel forces his head down again before nailing him with another "twelve-to-six" elbow to the forehead now. Angel looks up at the referee who's in the middle of the obligatory ten-count and slides back into the ring before pulling JC towards the middle of the canvas. He hits the ropes again and this time, decides to go for a leg drop right across JC's throat. Here comes another pin attempt, but again, is denied via a shoulder thrown up by McDonald. Showing signs of impatience, Angel turns it up a notch and mounts JC, hitting him with fist after first before forcing him to his feet. Rearing back, Angel lashes out with a knife-edge chop that cracks like lightning across the arena. "Woo!" the crowd responds, as Angel irish whips JC into the ropes. He goes for a back body drop, but here's JC with a kick to the chest that pops Angel right back up and backwards a few feet! JC bounces on the ropes again behind for him for a big-time lariat, but Angel ducks it, spins around, and manages a picture perfect dragon suplex in the middle of the ring that folds JC up like an accordion! And now here's Angel with a choke on the floor! SC: I don't know why Angel's doing this! That could've been it, right there! SJ: Looks like Angel's getting confident, which is NEVER a good thing. Sure enough, the original "Career Killer" stays on the choke until the four count, leaving JC a winded and thoroughly exhausted mess. Angel takes a moment to get a breather in between a few kicks before bringing JC up to his feet. With an irish whip into the corner, Angel follows up with a strong-style clothesline that flattens "the Mould" the corner to a strong reaction from the crowd. With a few elbows targeted right for JC's head, it's clear to everyone that Angel is looking to set up the "Cradle of Darkness" for later tonight. After a third and particularly savage elbow-shot, Angel pulls JC out of the corner and locks him in for a vertical suplex. He tries to hoist him up and over, but JC blocks it! Angel with another try, but once again, he's blocked! It's here that JC uses his immense power to shove Angel off of him, but here comes Angel with a running Yakuza kick -- but WAIT! JC MCDONALD MOVES IN AND TRAPS ANGEL'S KICK -- CAPTURE SUPLEX! The crowd comes alive as Angel is thrown through the air and nearly into the bottom set of turnbuckles via JC's desperation power move. The crowd starts chants for "JC!" yet again as the "the Mould" can feel the energy coursing through his veins... Angel getting to his feet in the corner, and here's JC with another bullrush into the turnbuckles! Shoulder-block after shoulder-block yet again! A right hand! Another right hand in the corner! Angel blocks the next one and goes for one of his own, but JC actually catches Angel's fist and uses the shock to put Angel into a fireman's carry! The crowd is going absolutely bananas as JC begins walking around with Angel on his shoulders -- and, OH MY GOD, a Death Valley driver that practically shakes the ring! Here's the cover! One! Two! NO! KICKOUT BY ANGEL! The audience in Minnesota all shout "Oooooh!" in unison as even JC can't believe Angel kicked out of that. He looks to the referee, but the perpetually-aware Angel uses that pause to quickly roll out of the ring to safety. The crowd begins booing as JC is in hot pursuit, but Angel grabs JC's legs from outside the ring and pulls him out! Hard elbow shot across the back of the neck from Angel to JC, and JC is right back on the defensive after all the damage done to it so far. Angel, breathing hard, grabs JC's head and slams it into a nearby set of ring steps when something catches his attention: the Spanish announce table! A sickening grin snakes across his face as hits another clubbing blow on JC before flinging him onto the American announce table with Snoop and Scoop. Both announcers clear out with their headsets still firmly on as Angel gets onto the table now and gestures for a powerbomb through the Spanish announce table next to them! Naturally, the Spanish announcers are completely oblivious to this as Angel sets up JC and lifts for his own version of "Perfecto" -- but NO! JC denies him and nails a solid European uppercut right on the button! Angel looking like he's about to fall off the edge of the table to the floor, but a quick-thinking JC snags him and quickly hoists him onto his right shoulder for... a running powerslam? He gestures at his heart as the more discerning fans in the arena come to life and know what's coming up next! We hear JC scream at the top of his lungs, and after a few steps, JC LEAPS OFF THE AMERICAN ANNOUNCE TABLE AND CRASHES THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH THE "STREETS APART!" SC/SJ: HOLY SHIT! The arena practically EXPLODES with cheers as both men are on the outside among broken table parts and moronic Spanish announcers. The referee in the ring, shocked at what he's just seen, suddenly remember to start the ten-count. He can barely be heard as the crowd is still buzzing, but at about "three," we see JC starting to come to. At "five," he's already grabbed a limp Angel off the floor, and as the ref nears "nine" both men are mercifully back in the ring. Draping an arm across Angel's chest, an exhausted JC signals for a cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY ANGEL AT TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS! JC closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as it's almost a full minutes before he comes to a crawl. By now, even Angel is starting to stir as he lashes out with a deserate right hand. JC takes it right on the jaw before firing off one of his own that catches Angel flush. Right from Angel... right from JC... right from Angel! Right from JC! RIGHT FROM ANGEL! AND ANOTHER RIGHT FROM JC, AND WE'RE BACK TO THE RACES! With a bellow, Angel shoves JC into the ropes and nails a sick double-A spinebuster before going for the cover! Kickout from JC at two-and-a-half! Arguing with the ref, Angel doesn't see McDonald coming to, as Angel turns around, JC rises up with a clothesline but ANGEL DUCKS -- JC MCDONALD TAKES OUT THE REFEREE, INSTEAD! SC: Oh, and this doesn't bode well... SJ: Angel can smell it now -- it's only a matter of time! Angel grins and grabs JC, nailing another devastating neckbreaker! The audience knows that this is exactly what Angel wants, and true-to-form, Angel rolls right back outside the ring to grab a chair from ringside. Shoving the timekeeper out of the way, Angel grabs the chair and folds it up with a loud "clang!" Meaning business he even has a small argument with a fan before sliding back into the ring. Clutching the chair in his hands, Angel stalks about in the corner like a predator, awaiting JC to rise to his feet. At this point, the ref is still out cold from JC's clothesline, and Angel knows this. JC getting to a knee, now, looking completely out of it when suddenly, the bloodthirsty look on Angel's face begins to melt away. As JC staggers to his feet towards the ropes, Angel looks down at the chair in his hands, a million thoughts looking to be racing through his head. The audience's boos are starting to die down when Angel takes the chair, raises it up... and tosses it over the ropes and outside the ring to an uncharacteristic pop from the crowd! Angel shakes his head, mouthing "I can do this, myself" before marching right up to McDonald. He forcibly pulls JC off the ropes to finish him off, but here's JC with a kick to the midsection -- AND THEN A "PERFECTO" IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! The crowd explodes yet again as a lifeless JC simply falls on top of his former friend and stablemate, with the ref slowly crawling his way over... "ONE!" the crowd exclaims along with the count! "TWO!" they shout! "THREE!" And as the ref struggles to gesture to the timekeeper that this match is done, JC can only roll off of Angel proudly and know he won this match. Winner, via pinfall: The Mould JC McDonald SC: God almighty, what an end to this match. SJ: You had 'em, Angel! What were you thinking, you had 'em! "Calm Like a Bomb" is blaring throughout the arena as JC finally gets to his feet. He looks down at Angel, shakes his head, and... goes to help him up? The crowd, along with everyone else in attendance, look on slight puzzlement as Angel acknowledges JC's kindness and slowly... gets to his feet. Sore, battered, and broken -- the two men look at each other, and without any words, the two men share a look of mutual respect. JC then extends a hand towards Angel, who after a few moments, returns the handshake. Angel raises JC's hand into the air proudly, and staggers over towards the announcers' side of the ring to request a microphone.  He takes the mic and leans against the ropes with his head down.  After a few seconds he stands up and turns to JC McDonald.  When he speaks his voice is more charged and emotional than anyone has ever heard in the past decade of competition in the TFWF. FA:  You did it.  I said right from the start that my respect wasn’t given...it was earned...and you earned it here tonight JC...in fact that’s bullshit...you’ve had it from the moment you walked into this company...I was always just too proud and too arrogant and too full of my own bullshit to admit it.  After everything you’ve done in this sport...after everything you’ve done for me...I’d have to be the world’s biggest asshole not to respect you. Angel leans back against the ropes, exhausted, but he appears to be deciding something in his own mind. FA:  I know there’s a lot of people who think I am the world’s biggest asshole...and they’re probably right...but tonight...tonight I was beaten by the better man...a man who can lead this company into the next decade...a man who I respect... The crowd give a huge round of applause for this statement as Angel and McDonald share another respectful nod. FA:  For ten years I have fought my way to the top of this company...of this sport...for ten years I have faced off against the very best that have ever set foot in this ring and called themselves a TFWF wrestler...my methods might not have been to everyone’s tastes and I’ve done some heinous...unforgiveable things in my career...but I always fought for what I believed was right...I always did everything I could to make the TFWF the greatest company on the planet...even if sometimes I lost my way...if sometimes I put my own selfish needs ahead of others...I made my name killing careers but in reality...those careers breathed life into my own... Angel takes a moment to compose himself as everyone in the arena looks on in slight confusion. FA:  What I’m saying it...without men like Tiger Young...Mike Mitchell...Rhys Pect...Sandy Makel...Sebastian Cross...without those men...I would not be here today...I learned more from battling those men than I ever imagined...those men...and the other warriors I faced down the years...they made Fallen Angel...they made this company... Angel is cut off as the crowd all rise to their feet to give another thunderous ovation.  JC McDonald looks stunned at the words coming out of Angel’s mouth.  As the noise dies down Angel swallows hard and then raises the mic up. FA:  You can call me a bad guy...you can call me an asshole...an evil son of a bitch...you’re probably right...but I’ve always brought one hundred percent to everything I’ve done in the TFWF...I’ve always fought with all my heart and all my soul...but right now...I just can’t do this anymore... The crowd react in shock as Angel lowers the mic and exhales loudly, tears nearly forming as he looks around the arena before raising the mic back up. FA:  What I’m trying to say is...I’m done...tonight was my last match in the TFWF...I’ve fought the best in the world for the past ten years...I’ve won more World Titles than I ever imagined...I’ve stood alongside great men like JC McDonald and Jonnah Street...I’ve done it all and I’ve got nothing left to give...so tonight...at Ice Storm...this is my final match...tonight I announce my retirement from the TFWF... Another huge gasp of shock from the crowd as McDonald goes to say something to him but Fallen Angel holds his hand up to stop him. FA:  I’ve been thinking about this ever since I lost the World Title to Scorpio...I used to be able to rely on my skills in the ring...but now...I’m older...I’m slower and I’m being left behind...left behind by great wrestlers like JC McDonald...a man has to look at himself in the mirror and admit when he’s past his best and right now...that’s where I am...I know a lot of you won’t give a shit and will be glad to see the back of me...but believe me...this has been the ride of my life...I love each and every one of you who has paid to see me get my ass kicked down the years...you people and the guys I fought made me who I am...and I’m thankful for that...but that’s it...I’m going home...maybe to find all the things I put aside for this company...friends...family...someone to spend the rest of my life with...whatever it is...I know now is the time to try and find it...it’s been the greatest and I’m going to miss it every single day for the rest of my life...but tonight...in my final match...I can’t think of a more fitting opponent to face and lose to...JC...you’re the man to take my place...step up and lead this company...just don’t make the same mistakes I did...that’s it folks...tonight...Fallen Angel officially retires from the TFWF...thank you... The crowd are in shock at this bombshell announcement and don’t know how to react. JC can hardly believe his ears, asking for a microphone of his own. JC: Wait a second, man -- I don't know if that 'Streets Apart' through the table earlier knocked somethin' loose, but you're not leaving. You can't, not on my watch. Not when we need you the most. FA: I'm sorry, brother. I can't do it. JC: Bullshit, you can't! Angel takes a deep breath, bringing the microphone up as even the crowd cant't believe what they're hearing. FA: I'm done, JC. Listen to me, I'm done. And I know I'm done... because I know a guy like you and the rest of the boys in the back can take on the ORC without me. I'm too old... too worn-out... and too broken down, mentally and physically, to keep going. When you get to this point, JC -- you'll know exactly what I'm talking about, so trust me when I say that I can't be in the ring anymore. If I'm going to go, I have to do so with my head held high, and happy with the fact that even though I lost tonight, I can still feel... like a winner. I gave you my best, and I didn't take the easy way out. That's all a guy like me can ask for at this point in his career. JC: But you ca-- FA: I am. And when I walk out of this ring, JC? I want to know that you respect me enough to not try and stop me. The TFWF's got a good man like you leading the fight, which is all I ever wanted to be. So I want you to promise me, JC McDonald, that instead of trying to stop me from doing what I have to do... that you're going to do everything I wish I could right now to cut this ORC cancer out of the greatest company in the history of this business. JC blows out a hard breath as Angel walks right up to him. FA: I said promise me. JC looks into the eyes of the man known as Fallen Angel, the man from "Parts Unknown," and can only nod -- the only action worthy for a man so respected by TFWF history. JC: ...I promise. FA: You're a good man, JC. Now, stay out here with these people, man -- and celebrate your win. As for me? Angel smiles, despite the agony plaguing in his body. FA: I'm going home. Clapping hands with JC again, the two men share a handshake into a hug as Angel limps his way towards the apron, and through the ropes. Loud chants of "Fal-Len An-Gel!" are virtually rocking the arena from wall to wall as one of the TFWF's longest mainstays and most dominant superstars limps his way up the ramp. Even kids at the aisle are screaming for him not to leave as he offers them an uncharacteristic smile. Upon reaching the top of the ramp, Angel turns back towards the ring with a look of relief in his eyes as raises both fists into the air. The crowd has reached a deafening level of support for Angel as he surveys them one more time... when out of nowhere,  OUT COMES THE ORC! All of the members come piling out like hyenas as they essentially begin tearing Angel apart. Stomps to the face, kicks to the head -- it's a virtual mugging out here as MDK, armed with a steel chair, is the last one to come out, clearing all his stablemates away from Angel to do most of the damage, himself. Engraged, JC flies out of the ring and starts running towards the stage, only to get intercepted by Rick Rampage, Legion, and Domingo Cruz! JC is valiantly trying to get through, the numbers game is too much as MDK continues his vicious chair assault on the now-bloodied Fallen Angel! There is EARTH-SHAKING heel heat for MDK and his crew as MDK calls for Ash Wilson to slip Angel's head through the chair. Now, lying on his stomach with the chair around his neck, MDK can be heard shouting "Remember this," BEFORE CURBSTOMPING ANGEL RIGHT INTO THE STAGE! JC is going absolutely livid, but is still being restrained as MDK pulls a microphone from the side of his trunks. MDK: You see that, JC?! YOU SEE THAT?! You don't go around calling yourself a CAREER KILLER and get to leave on your OWN TERMS. Contrary to what you might think, McDonald -- WE run the show. WE say what happens, and what DOESN'T happen, and I'd sooner slit my own throat than watch this hypocritical piece of garbage get his day in the sun! He wants to leave? To go with his head held high? Well, as the old saying goes... 'ESCAPE, is not an option.' Even MORE heat for MDK as he walks up to JC, sneering. MDK: And as for that little motivational speech, he gave you? Ignore it. There's nothing, absolutely NOTHING some little pissant like you is gonna be able to do to stop the One-Ring Circus. 'Cause if we're willing to do THAT to HIM? Just imagine what we've got cooked up for his HAND-PICKED HERO. Hold him up, boys. With order issued, MDK takes the microphone and jabs it right into JC's head, and with a simple look, the ORC all begin assaulting JC now, eventually leaving him a broken pile as well. With JC taken out, and Angel's career killed at the hands of the ORC, MDK orders his group to leave. On his way back up the stage, MDK snickers and kneels besides angel, smirking. MDK: Everybody watching this right now? Anyone stupid enough to try and oust us from power? This... this, right here, is what lies in your future. 'Fallen Angel?' Hah, no shit... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO MAHONEY MCMILLIAN WHO TRIES TO GET A WORD WITH THE ORC AS THEY COME BACK THROUGH THE CURTAINS...) MM: ORC...ORC!!!! (AS HE DOES...ASH WILSON KICKS HIM IN THE GUT AND RAMPAGE THROWS HIM INTO THE WALL.) RR: Out of our way... (RINGSIDE.) SC: MY GOD! THE ORC! THE ORC HAVE GONE MAD HERE! WHAT THE MAKE OF THIS! SJ: Evolution has happened here at Ice Storm 2010...Fallen Angel is gone and the ORC are on a destructive path here tonight. Like one we haven't seen before... SC: With that in mind...a night of destruction just got even worse...up next the long anticipated inferno match between...you guessed it...Lupino and Thunder...Part 3. T.F.W.F. EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - INFERNO MATCH Michael Thunder (c) vs Joey Lupino [FLASHBACK: THE FLASHBACK STARTS BY SHOWING MICHAEL THUNDER'S DEATH OR GLORY DEBUT, WITH THE ATTACK BY A RETURNING JOEY LUPINO SOON FOLLOWED BY A CUT OF FLAMES. THIS CUTS BACK TO A STAREDOWN BETWEEN THUNDER AND LUPINO AS THE INTENSITY BUILDS, CUTTING QUICKLY BETWEEN THE FLAMES AND THE TWO GOING AT IT WITH BRAWLS BACKSTAGE. THE HAUNTING WORDS OF THUNDER REVEALING JOEY LUPINO'S PAST CAN BE HEARD AS THE SHOCKED FACE OF JOEY LUPINO IS CONSUMED BY A FIRE GRAPHIC. THE FLASHBACK THEN SHOWS THE HUGE FIGHTING BETWEEN THE TWO BACKSTAGE AND AT AUTUMN ANNIHILATION BEFORE FINALLY THE EARL OF CLEVELAND ANNOUNCES THE INFERNO MATCH. THE FLASHBACK FINISHES ON MICHAEL THUNDER'S PETRIFIED EXPRESSION UPON HEARING THE NEWS, BEFORE FADING TO THE IMAGES OF FLAMES.] (SCENE CUTS TO RINGSIDE WHERE THE RING IS SURROUNDED BY WEAPONS COVERED IN LIGHTER FLUID-SOAKED FABRIC, INCLUDING CHAIRS, 2X4s, TABLES AND BAKING TRAYS. ONE SIDE OF THE RING ALSO HAS ROPES COATED IN THE FABRIC, ALONG WITH MATCHES, LIGHTERS AND LIGHTER FLUID ON THE APRON AND STEEL STAIRS. BELL RINGS.) JH: The following is scheduled for one-fall, and is an Inferno Match for the TFWF European Championship. The rules are as follows... there are no disqualifications, no countouts, the first man to pin or submit his opponent will walk out the TFWF European Champion. *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS.* (CROWD HEAT. JOEY LUPPINO EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH A LIGHTER IN HIS HAND AND HE STARES AT THE RING WITH NO EXPRESSION AS HE FLICKS THE LIGHTER, WATCHING THE FLAME IGNITE. HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP AND IMMEDIATELY TAKES A BOTTLE OF LIGHTER FLUID, MAKING SURE THE AVAILABLE WEAPONS ARE COATED IN IT). JH: Introducing first, the challenger... from New York City, New York... weighing in at 235lbs... Joey Lupino!! SC: These fans not giving Lupino a lot of love, but look at the way Lupino's already got to work on those weapons. He requested that this one not be a regular inferno match in that you don't win by simply setting your opponent on fire, because, and I quote, he wants to burn Thunder over and over and over. SJ: Lupino's taken on a sadistic side to him recently, and I for one LOVE it. He's gonna set that man on fire! SC: I fail to see how you can be so excited to see Michael Thunder potentially burned alive... JH: And his opponent... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS.* (CROWD POP. MICHAEL THUNDER STEPS OUT FROM THE BACK WITHOUT TAKING HIS EYES OFF OF LUPINO AND THE IMPENDING FIRE AS HE LIFTS THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP STRAIGHT ABOVE HIS HEAD. HE WALKS DOWN THE RING WITHOUT HIS USUAL SHOWMAN'S STRUT AS HE TRIES TO PSYCHE HIMSELF UP.) JH: And the opponent... he is the reigning T.F.W.F. European Champion... from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235lbs... Michael Thunder!! SJ: Just you watch, tonight Scoop this man is going to become nothing but fossil fuel! SC: That's just... eurgh. Folks, Michael Thunder has been on a journey of revenge on Joey Lupino for burning down his wrestling school years ago, and now it all finally comes to a head in an environment that Thunder is visibly traumatised to be in. It's going to take guts, determination and heart for Thunder to battle his way through this. SJ: I think Thunder should have brought his panic alarm for when he has a fall with him tonight, maybe his carer can come and save him or something. The crowd is hot for this one as both men each take a corner and the referee raises the European Championship up, showing it to both men. In retaliation Lupino picks up a box of the matches, showing them to Thunder before he lights on of the matches. The two walk to the middle of the ring as the referee hands the title to a ringside attendant, and Lupino attempts to cheap-shot Thunder with the match, but the European Champion manages to avoid the shot as the referee gets back in there to separate the two bitter rivals. Slowly Thunder and Lupino circle the ring as the crowd clap their hands and start a “Let's go Thunder” chant, with a very quiet “Luh-pee-noh!” from the few fans still supporting the challenger. The crowd clap their hands as the two eye one another up, not taking their gazes from each other as they walk, and finally the referee has no choice but to ring the bell. IMMEDIATELY THUNDER AND LUPINO STORM AT ONE ANOTHER, LOCKING UP AND PUSHING EACH OTHER AGAINST THE ROPES! BACK THEY GO OFF THE ROPES, AND THEN THE NEXT SET, STORMING BACK ACROSS THE RING AND OVER THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE, STILL LOCKED UP! The crowd reciprocates the huge intensity between these two as Thunder and Lupino slam one another against the apron, steel stairs and ring barrier, neither coming anywhere near breaking the lock-up as they go at it, all the while looking at the weapons littering ringside. The crowd gasp with the thud of each crash into the environment as Thunder and Lupino go at it like rabid animals, both desperate to finish the other off. Finally Thunder shoves Lupino hard against the ring post and the pair break their tie-up, with Lupino immediately throwing a punch at Thunder, who punches straight back, followed with a big clothesline to drop Lupino on the outside! Lupino gets to his feet as Thunder shoves him into the ring, climbing up onto the apron and in as Lupino stands. SC: Intense start to this one folks with these two going straight for one another -- you could barely separate them! SJ: And here they go at it again! Immediately Lupino and Thunder lock up in the middle of the ring again, going back and forth as they struggle against each other. As they push up against the ropes Lupino slowly pushes his foot towards a steel chair wrapped in fluid-soaked fabric, looking to bring the fire into play, however Thunder notices in time and forces Lupino back to the middle of the ring. Thunder then transitions it into a headlock, wrenching back on Lupino's head before he spins it around, wrapping one of Lupino's arms into a hammerlock. Thunder keeps the arm in tight, taking control of the early stage of the match before he hauls Lupino up and brings him down with an amateur takedown, sliding through to a grounded headlock. Thunder then pushes himself up off the mat, bringing a knee crashing down on top of Lupino's head before the challenger stands, causing Thunder to back up staring him down. As Lupino stumbles round to face Thunder the champion comes running, taking Lupino down with a big lous thesz press before he goes mad with punches all over Lupino's face to huge cheers! As the two brawl, rolling across the ring Lupino manages to force Thunder off of him, and Thunder falls into the corner, holding his chest in pain. As Thunder takes a breather in the corner Lupino crawls his way slowly across the ring, looking at the matches with a smile. Thunder spots Lupino's target in time, rushing across the ring to stop the fire coming into play, but before he can stop Lupino manages to get a hand on the box, pulling a match out and striking it! Straight away Thunder stops dead, staring at the flame now in Lupino's hand, and he backs up as Lupino laughs. SJ: What a complete loser! He's scared of a little match! SC: Oh come on Snoop, Thunder had his wrestling school, his livelihood and his favourite student taken from him thanks to a fire and Joey Lupino; the sight of Lupino with a lit match has got to bring that all flooding back to him. SJ: You say that as if a man of his age can remember anything past his bowl of porridge this morning... As Thunder watches the fire, shaking his head from side to side while Lupino looks down at the chair wrapped in flammable material and smiles. Casually he drops the match onto it, igniting the strip of fabric before he picks the chair up and points it at Thunder. Thunder backs up to the ropes as Lupino runs, the chair raised above his head and he swings it at Thunder -- but Thunder ducks down, scooping Lupino up and sending him flying over the top rope, the chair crashing to the mat! The crowd cheer as Lupino falls to the floor, and Thunder climbs out after him, leaping down over him and pummelling Lupino's face in with fist, after fist, after fist, after fist before he hauls Lupino up and applies a hammerlock, lifting him and dropping him on his arm and back with a back suplex. Thunder keeps hold of the arm, wrapping it round and stamping on it hard, sending Lupino rolling across the outside mats before he pulls him up, driving his shoulder into Lupino's gut, slamming him into the ringside barrier. Thunder throws an elbow at Lupino's face, lifting him up and around onto the top of the ringside barrier back-first, his head facing the crowd and his legs Thunder. Smirking Thunder punches Lupino's face, dropping him back and grabbing the legs to lock Lupino in a boston crab that has the challenger shouting out in pain! Finally Thunder releases Lupino, hauling him back over and he slaps a few hands with the fans. The momentary second he takes his eyes off of his opponent allows Lupino to try and reach into the ring for the still-burning chair, however as Thunder turns he spots Lupino in time, hooking and dropping him with a big german suplex! SC: What a german suplex that was, dropping Lupino right on the back of his head! Thunder's, if you excuse the pun, on fire tonight! SJ: Don't worry, in a minute he'll remember how his student looked like an over-done Christmas Turkey thanks to Lupino and have some sort of break down again. Lupino struggles to his feet as Thunder kicks his gut, immediately running him head-first at the steel stairs, before he runs him at them again, and again, and again and again and again, all the while looking like he's not going to stop until Lupino can't even remember the match involves fire, let alone use it. After a while Thunder finally drops Lupino to the mat, kicking at his side before he drags Lupino up and into the ring, before climbing in himself and running with a sliding dropkick to the prone Lupino's head! Lupino manages to get up before Thunder grabs him, slamming him to the mat with a massive neckbreaker that gets the crowd cheering some more! Thunder raises his arm in the air as he watches Lupino use the ropes to stand, before he wraps Lupino up into a sleeperhold! The crowd cheer as Lupino struggles in the hold, and Thunder drops down, bringing Lupino down with an inverted headlock backbreaker! Lupino drops over Thunder's own back in pain before he hits the mat, sitting up and Thunder runs off the ropes, dropping down and landing a spinning european uppercut to a huge cheer! Thunder gets back to his feet, seeing Lupino flat on his back holding his jaw in pain, and Thunder pats his elbow, climbing to the top rope. He stands over Lupino, raising an arm to get a huge cheer as he signals for his patented elbow drop -- but before he can hit it Lupino springs into life, picking up the burning chair and he runs, blasting Thunder over the head with it!!! Thunder hits the mat in pain as Lupino brings the burning chair crashing down on Thunder's back! SC: OH MY GOD! THE FIRE'S IN PLAY! Thunder came crashing down sickeningly with that flaming chairshot! SJ: THAT ONE SINGED THE CHOPS OFF OLD FATHER TIME'S FACE! The crowd boo as Lupino brings the burning chair down again, before he hauls Thunder up and lands a snap suplex, sending more pain through the back. Lupino then gets to work on the face, throwing mounted punches repeatedly as Thunder's head snaps back with each shot. Lupino stares down at the legend, shaking his head before he pulls Thunder up, blasting him into the corner with a huge irish whip, followed by a stinging knee to gut that knocks the wind right out of the European Champion. Thunder stumbles forward as Lupino grasps at his head, lifting him up and dropping him head-first on the mat -- impaler DDT! Thunder's head lands nastily on the floor before Lupino stands and leaps up, dropping the knee over the back of his head before he pulls Thunder's face up with one hand, slamming a punch into it. He throws another punch to the momentarily defenceless champion before he backs up, looking around the weapons, matches and lighter fluid. As he turns back Thunder stumbles to his feet, holding his face in pain before Lupino hauls him up, dropping him back-first on the mat with a huge scoop slam. Lupino backs up as Thunder holds his back now in pain, and the challenger looks to a few of the matches and fluid bottles, going to get some. With his back turned Thunder takes advantage, fighting through the pain to try and push the rest of the fire-making equipment off the apron -- but Lupino spots him and runs, landing a running senton over Thunder's back! The crowd boo as Thunder lays out on the mat, and Lupino throws the matches down, lifting Thunder up and to the ropes. He leans the legend on the ropes, picking up the now-extinguished steel chair before he runs, smashing it over Thunder's head to send him over the top rope to the outside! SJ: Thunder getting a taste of his own medicine, with added steel! SC: And now we're taking this one outside... As Thunder lays out on the mats, holding his head in pain from the chairshot as Lupino stalks him from within the ring, climbing out onto the apron. As Thunder rolls over to his hands and knees, clutching his head in pain still, Lupino steps down onto the outside and throws a hard kick at Thunder's gut, stomping back down on his back. He then throws a kick at Thunder's head before he jumps up, dropping both knees over the champion's back. As Thunder holds his mid-section in agony Lupino looks to the lighter fluid and matches, smirking before he takes them from the apron and crouches down in front of Thunder, saving the fluid in front of his face. He stands, turning the lighter fluid towards the next ringside mat, soaking it in the flammable fluid, emptying the bottle. Thunder uses the ringside barrier to slowly get to his feet as Lupino lights a match, smiling as he throws it onto the mat coated in lighter fluid, turning it into a huge blaze! Immediately ringside attendants get the nearby fans back as Thunder stumbles and turns, right into Lupino's clutches -- SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE FLAMING MATCH!!! THE CROWD GASP AS THUNDER ROLLS THROUGH THE FIRE ONTO THE NEXT MAT IN AGONY, DESPERATELY TRYING TO DOUSE THE FLAMES! SC: Oh my God! Thunder just went into those flames and this one's got so much more serious! SJ: BUUUURN BABY BURN, WRINKLES INFERNO! BUUUURN BABY BURN, WRINKLES INFERNO! Thunder flails as he tries to extinguish the fire on his tights as Lupino watches him, and a ringside attendant puts the burning mat out. Finally Thunder gets to his feet before Lupino runs at him, forearming the back of his head before he throws Thunder into the barrier and lands a forearm followed by a european uppercut, then another forearm. Lupino then throws Thunder back into the ring, climbing in after before he re-lights the chair used previously. Lupino drags Thunder up, dropping him with a big sidewalk slam on the chair, using Thunder to put the fire out before he wastes no time in dragging him up and dropping him with a drop toe hold onto the metal! Thunder immediately pushes himself up from the chair, only for Lupino to stamp his head right back down again to huge boos! As Thunder lays out on the mat, face-down on the chair, Lupino takes one of the match boxes and strikes a match, walking to the ropes that have flammable material wrapped around them. He throws the lit match at the ropes, causing one side of the ring to become engulfed in the fire before he drags Thunder up, pushing him off the opposite ropes and landing an irish whip -- RIGHT INTO THE FLAMING SIDE OF THE RING! Thunder crashes into the fire, stumbling out with his back singed and his elbow pad on fire as Lupino hauls him up and spins him round -- Blue Thunder bomb!!! Lupino covers... one... two... thr-- NO!!! Thunder kicks out to huge cheers as Lupino looks incensed and he slides out of the ring, going through the weapons. As Lupino searches for something, Thunder gets to his feet, backing up from the fire into a corner and Lupino pulls out three light-tubes taped together. SJ: Lupino's bringing glass into this one, as if fire wasn't bad enough. SC: … this is never going to end well. Lupino rolls into the ring with the lightubes as Thunder runs, looking for a clothesline but Lupino throws a knee in Thunder's gut, winding the legend. He then swings the lighttubes, but Thunder ducks them and kicks at Lupino's gut, taking the lightubes from him. He then places them behind Lupino's back, looking to drop him with a northern lights suplex onto them, but Lupino headbutts at Thunder and takes the light tubes, touching them to the flaming ropes and setting them ablaze. He waves them at Thunder, backing the legend up into the corner with fear before he drops the lightubes, running at Thunder and slamming into him at the corner. He places the tubes on the floor by the corner before he hauls Thunder up, angrily punching at his face before climbing to the second rope himself. He hooks Thunder, putting his arms into the double underhook before he pulls up and back, landing a massive double underhook superplex onto the flaming lightubes as they explode with a shower of glass and flames, floated into the cover... one... two... thr-- NO!!! Thunder throws the shoulder up! Angrily Lupino gets to his feet as Thunder holds his back and the referee tries to clean glass out of the wounds, and Lupino grabs the nearest bottle of lighter fluid, turning back to the corner he was just by and spraying it all over the turnbuckle pads. As the bottle empties Lupino takes a lighter, touching it to the top turnbuckle pad and flicking the cog, setting the top one on fire as the flames travel down. SC: Lupino's got something sick in mind here with those turnbuckle pads on fire! SJ: Thunder's got murder in mind; well, Murder She Wrote, he loves that show after his afternoon nap. Don't need Jessica Fletcher to work out where Thunder's going next though! Lupino takes Thunder's arm, pulling him up to his feet with a hard knife-edge chop to the back before he goes to irish whip the European Champion into the flames -- but Thunder reverses! Lupino goes towards the flames, and spins, catching Thunder -- BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE FLAMING TURNBUCKLES! Thunder drops on his head in the fire as Lupino drags him out and straight up into a big exploder suplex before he floats through and punches away at Thunder's face. He gets to his feet as Thunder stumbles up, feeling the effects of the abuse as Lupino goes for a clothesline -- the champion reverses with an arm drag to bring Lupino down! Lupino to his feet and he throws a punch, straight into another arm drag from Thunder before Lupino stands again and goes for a kick. Thunder catches the leg and flashes a smile before he pulls Lupino in and right up - flapjack! He rolls Lupino over... one... two... th-- KICKOUT! Both men struggle to their feet as Lupino turns, throwing a HARSH elbow to Thunder's head before he scoops Thunder up into a big samoan drop covering him immediately, one... two... th-- kickout from Michael Thunder! Thunder struggles to his feet as Lupino stalks him, kicking him in the gut as he goes for 'The Hit' quickly, but Thunder reverses with a back body drop to drop the challenger hard to the mat, following up straight away with a big standing elbow drop! Lupino clutches his gut in pain, rolling onto his front as Thunder grabs the arm, slamming it to the mat with an armbreaker before he pulls him up - but Lupino shoves Thunder back at the ropes, headbutting him and spinning into a big russian legsweep! Thunder stumbles up as Lupino grabs him, draping the arm and lifting him up for a suplex before he drops Thunder face-first on the mat with a gordbuster, rolling him over and hooking the leg... one... two... thre--NO!!! SC: ANOTHER kick out from Thunder! What resiliency! SJ: STAY DOWN YOU WRINKLED OLD FOSSIL!!! SC: I think it's gonna take more than that Snoop, after all this has SO much history and bad blood between them, neither is going down without a massive fight. Angrily Lupino gets to his feet, screaming at the referee before he slides out of the ring, pulling out a couple of 2x4s from ringside and he throws them into the ring. He looks back in as Thunder's using the ropes to get to his feet, and Lupino grabs more weapons including baking trays, a street sign, a barbed wire-wrapped kendo stick and a table. He gets them all into the ring before he climbs in himself, picking up the barbed wire kendo stick and soaking it in lighter fluid, igniting it on the flaming ropes. He turns, clearly looking to use it on the European Champion but out of nowhere Thunder comes, spearing Lupino to the mat to avoid the fire coming into any more play! Lupino holds his stomach on the mat as Thunder looks down at the burning kendo stick, picking it up and staring at it. The crowd begin to cheer as Thunder looks from the flaming barbed wire, then to Lupino, and back to the fire. Thunder turns, looking to throw the fire away before he stops, shaking his head, before turning -- AND BRINGING THE FLAMING BABRED WIRE KENDO STICK DOWN ON LUPINO'S GUT!!! The crowd go wild with cheer as Thunder looks down at Lupino with a whole new look of sadism. Lupino slowly struggles to his feet as Thunder runs, driving the burning kendo stick into Lupino's gut before he drops the weapon and runs off the ropes, driving Lupino's face down into the fire and barbed wire with a bulldog! Cover from Thunder... one... two... thr-- NO!!! LUPINO KICKS OUT!!! The pair get to their feet in pain as Lupino reaches down for one of the baking trays, and eventually both turn to face one another as they swing their weapons, Thunder landing the kendo stick on Lupino's head as Lupino wraps the metal around Thunder's head! Both hit the mat, dropping their weapons as the crowd make a tonne of noise. SJ: How dare Thunder use that fire on Lupino! It was Lupino's damn idea in the first place! SC: I... yeah... whatever. Both men down right now though, and you've gotta believe whoever gets up first is gonna have the advantage in what surely have to be the closing stages of this one after the abuse each man's taken. Slowly Lupino and Thunder begin to stir as they each crawl across the ring to the weapons scattered around, both getting their hands on a 2x4. Both men stagger to their feet, touching the fabric on the 2x4s to the flames and setting them alight before they turn to one another, realising they both have exactly the same weapon. For a few seconds there's an intense stand off, before Thunder swings his weapons -- and Lupino ducks it in time! They turn and face one another again as Lupino swings his flaming 2x4 and this time Thunder ducks, and they turn to face each other, swinging the weapons -- BOTH NAILING EACH OTHER WITH THE FLAMING WOOD! Both men hit the mat, immediately pulling themselves up to their feet as Lupino grabs his dropped weapon, crashing it over Thunder's back! Thunder falls towards the flaming ropes and stops himself just in time, only for Lupino to bring the 2x4 down on the back of his head! As Thunder lays face-down on the mat Lupino stops, and slowly his mouth curls into a sick smile before he drops his weapon and climbs out of the ring, throwing the ring apron up. He searches around underneath for a few seconds before slowly pulling out an aerosol can of deodorant. The fans boo as Lupino steps into the ring, picking up his flaming 2x4 and he holds it in front of himself, aiming the can and the 2x4 towards the corner before he sprays, turning the deodorant into a flamethrower! Slowly he looks down at the just-stirring Michael Thunder, and he begins to take aim with his deadly weapon... SC: Oh my... no... he can't use that, that's insane... Slowly Thunder uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, clearly in agony and stumbling about. The crowd continue to boo as Lupino lines up the aerosol and burning 2x4, looking to use the makeshift flamethrower. Lupino's eyes are a picture of rage as he lines it up and the referee tries to talk him out of it, all the while Thunder staggering to the corner, leaning at it with his back to Lupino. Lupino raises the can, spraying a warning shot that misses Thunder, and Thunder turns, spotting the weapon. He stops dead, his eyes wide open as he sees the flamethrower and slowly shakes his head, backing up but realising he's trapped in the corner. Lupino smirks before he raises the can, shaking it and he sprays -- BUT THUNDER DUCKS IT JUST IN TIME AND THE TURNBUCKLES ARE ENGLUFED IN THE FIRE! Thunder chops out at Lupino's leg, causing him to drop the aerosol can as Thunder catches it, and as Lupino goes to swing the 2x4 at him -- THUNDER SPRAYS THE AEROSOL, SENDING THE FLAMETHROWER INFERNO RIGHT UP AT LUPINO'S FACE!!! THE CHALLENGER CLUTCHES HIS FACE IN PAIN AS HE STAGGERS BACK, DROPPING THE WEAPON AND THUNDER CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HE'S JUST DONE! SJ: GET SOME MEDICAL HELP OUT HERE! LUPINO'S JUST BEEN TURNED INTO CHIPS! SC: That was INSANE, look at the lengths these two will go to in order to defeat each other! Lupino leans over the ropes, still holding his front as the referee checks him for serious burns, and Thunder stares from Lupino, to the can, and back to Lupino before... the shocked expression is replaced... by an angered look as he senses revenge is on its way! Thunder throws the can down, picking up Lupino's 2x4 and he SMASHES it down over Lupino's back, bringing him to his knees before he stamps down on the back, putting Lupino to the mat and he steps over Lupino, placing the extinguished 2x4 under Lupino's chin to lock him in a camel clutch! Lupino shouts out in pain, grasping for the ropes but it's no use due to the no disqualification rules, but Lupino's showing no signs of tapping even as the crowd urge him to do so. After a few seconds Thunder reaches for the matches, seemingly to set fire to the 2x4 under Lupino's chin, and the referee drags the champion off, shouting at him as Lupino slowly makes his way up. Immediately Thunder storms at Lupino, clotheslining him back into the corner with viciousness before he pulls Lupino up for a suplex and runs, throwing him forward so he lands chest-first on the flaming ropes!!! The crowd go WILD as Lupino stumbles out and Thunder strikes with a DDT, applying the grounded body scissors and front facelock straight afterwards! SC: He calls that one the 'Thunder Tap-Out Special' and it could cause just that after all the horrific things Lupino's been through in this match! SJ: But the question is, can Thunder have it locked in properly after everything HE'S been through? Thunder wrenches back on the head as hard as he can, and slowly but surely Joey Lupino begins to fade, his movements becoming less and less before he appears to be completely out of it! The arena cheers as the referee raises Lupino's arm... and it drops! He raises it again... and the arm crashes to the mat! For a third time he raises the arm... AND LUPINO CLENCHES HIS FIST! He fights his way back up to his feet before throwing the shot, but Thunder ducks it and hauls him up -- big back suplex sending Lupino crashing to the mat! Thunder slowly staggers up, spotting the table brought in by Lupino earlier, and the proverbial light bulb goes off as he drags it over. He picks up one side, extending the legs so the table is only half set-up and making a triangular shape, before he heaves Lupino over and places him face-first on the wood, making sure he's set up against it. Thunder then picks up one of the baking trays, setting fire to the material around it and he takes a few paces back behind Lupino slumped on the table, before he runs... as he approaches Lupino he leaps, placing the burning baking tray under his feet and DROPKICKING THE BURNING BAKING TRAY INTO LUPINO'S BACK, SENDING HIM FACE-FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!!! THE ARENA GOES WILD AS THUNDER ROLLS INTO THE COVER THROUGH THE SPLINTERS OF THE TABLE... ONE... TWO... THRE-- WHAT?! LUPINO KICKS OUT!!! NOBODY CAN BELIEVE IT AS THUNDER DRAGS LUPINO UP, GOING BEHIND HIM FOR THE 'FIRE IN THE EYES', BUT LUPINO SPINS, RAKING THE EYES AND HOOKING THUNDER BEFORE LANDING A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER! Thunder lays out of it on the mat as Lupino rolls out of the ring, picking up one of the tables and sliding it in... SC: How is this match still going?! These two have been burned, smashed and broken, and yet Joey Lupino STILL kicks out! SJ: And now there's another table coming into play, this can only be bad for Michael Thunder. Lupino pushes the table to one side, hauling Thunder up before he runs with a shoulder block, aiming to send Thunder into the flaming ropes but the legend manages to stop himself in time, turning right into a HUGE right hook from Lupino to drop him to the mat! Lupino then stumbles over, reaching down to grab Thunder -- AND THUNDER TAKES THE ARM, FLIPPING LUPINO OVER INTO HIS SIGNATURE CRUCIFIX ARMBAR, THE THUNDERSTRUCK! LUPINO STRUGGLES, MANAGING TO PUSH HIMSELF UP AS HE ROLLS THROUGH TO A PINNING COMBINATION ON THUNDER... ONE... TWO... THR-- Thunder fights out in time before both get to their feet. Immediately the STORM at each other, locking up towards the flaming ropes, both struggling and trying to throw the other into it as they fight against one another like raging bulls. Lupino digs down deep to push Thunder towards the ropes, but Thunder spins, sending Lupino back-first into the fire! Lupino breaks the lock-up and fights through the searing pain to headbutt Thunder, who hits a headbutt right back before landing a spinning heel kick out of nowhere! He covers -- one... two.... three-NO!!! LUPINO KICKS OUT! Lupino struggles to his feet as Thunder hooks him -- STANDING SIDE SLAM!!! HE COVERS AGAIN... ONE... TWO... THREE--WHAT?!NO! AGAIN LUPINO KICKS OUT AND THUNDER LOOKS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS!!! Thunder looks to the rafters with his hands clasped together as Lupino staggers to his feet, his back to Thunder and the legend hooks his head and leg -- INVERTED FISHERMAN'S BRAINBUSTER! THE REGAL-PLEX! HE FLOATS INTO THE COVER FOR WHAT SURELY MUST BE IT..... ONE.... TWO.... THREE!!! NO!!!! LUPINO ONCE MORE FIGHTS THROUGH IT TO KICK OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME, AND AN ANGRY THUNDER IMMEDIATELY TURNS TO THE REFEREE, PUNCHING HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE!!! The referee hits the mat as Thunder looks incensed, breathing deeply and heavily as he stares from the out cold referee to the out cold Joey Lupino, and then he looks to the metal street sign brought in earlier... SC: The referee's down and Thunder's got a menacing look in his eye, and that metal street sign I'm sure is going to figure deeply in his plans... Thunder immediately gets to work, taking some of the flammable material off of the chairs in the ring and wrapping it around the street sign, before he lights a match and holds it aloft for the crowd, dropping it on the sign and setting it on fire! He picks the sign up, keeping the fire as far away from him as he can before he climbs to the top rope with it, standing over Lupino and slowly he places the sign under his arm, signalling for his patented elbow drop! Thunder raises his arm in the air and leaps, extending the sign out and dropping the fire and metal right onto Lupino's chest with the HUGE elbow drop!!! The crowd go wild as Thunder covers, and the punched referee slowly crawls into the cover... OOOOONEEEE.......TWWWWOOOOO.....TTTHHHRREEE--NOOOO!!! KICKOUT BY LUPINO AGAIN!!! Thunder gets to his feet, standing over the referee, pleading with him that it was a three-count but as he does so LUPINO GETS TO HIS FEET BEHIND MICHAEL THUNDER, CLASPING HIS ARM AND HEAD AND NAILING THUNDER WITH HIS OWN FINISHER! THE 'FIRE IN THE EYES'! THE CROWD BOO AS HE COVERS... OOOOOOOONNNEEE.... TWWWWWOOOO.... THREEEEEEE---NO!!! THUNDER THROWS THE SHOULDER UP! SC: WHAT?! SJ: NO!!! Lupino's eyes widen with anger as he looks down at Thunder, shaking his head and he pulls him up, kicking him square in the gut before applying the standing headscissors and looking for 'The Hit' -- BUT THUNDER DROPS DOWN AND KICKS LUPINO IN THE GUT, PULLING HIM IN! HE APPLIES THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK AND LIFTS LUPINO, DROPPING WITH THE SIT-OUT AND LANDING 'THE HIT' ON JOEY LUPINO!!!! THE CROWD GO WILD AS THUNDER FIGHTS HIS WAY TO HIS FEET AND IMMEDIATELY DROPS OVER LUPINO... OOOOOONNNEE... TWWWOOO.... THREEEENO!!!! WHAT THE HELL?! HOW?! Thunder slowly pulls himself to his feet as Lupino looks practically dead, and Thunder spots the baking trays left over from Lupino's weapons thrown into the ring. He pulls a couple of them over to the corner, taking a few bottles of lighter fluid and he gets to work filling the trays with fluid. Emptying the bottles the trays become small pools of lighter fluid, before Thunder touches a lighter to them and ignites it, making the baking trays flaming pools of fire! He drags Lupino over, standing him up between the trays and the turnbuckles before he climbs up and looks to go for a diving lous thesz press. Thunder raises his arms and leaps -- BUT LUPINO REACHES OUT AT THE REFEREE AND DRAGS HIM IN THE WAY AS THUNDER JUMPS, AND THUNDER LANDS THE DIVING LOUS THESZ ON THE REFEREE, DROPPING HIM IN THE FLAMING BAKING TRAYS!!! THE CROWD GO WILD AS THE REFEREE'S ON FIRE, AND THUNDER STAGGERS UP RIGHT INTO JOEY LUPINO HAULING HIM UP ONTO ONE SHOULDER AND RUNNING WITH HIM, DROPPING HIM WITH A HUGE POWERSLAM OVER THE FLAMING BAKING TRAYS, LEAVING NASTY BURNS ON THE CHAMPION'S BACK! SJ: ONE WELL-DONE MICHAEL THUNDER COMING RIGHT UP! That was utter carnage! SC: How's Thunder still breathing after that?! With the referee down and Thunder laying face-down on the mat, burn marks on his back clearly visible, Joey Lupino senses an end coming as he pulls Thunder up over his shoulder, dumping him down on the top turnbuckle before he throws a punch at Thunder's face for good measure. He then turns back to the ring, looking down at the referee as a team of EMTs drown him in fire extinguishing foam, and surveys the series of weapons at his disposal. Picking up the second table he drags it across the ring, setting it up in front of the corner that Thunder's slumped on. Lupino then gets to work with the rest of the weapons - the chairs, 2x4s, kendo sticks, barbed wire and street sign - placing them all under the table, building a small bonfire before he picks up the remaining lighter fluid. With a cruel smirk on his face Lupino begins to empty bottle, after bottle, after bottle of lighter fluid over the table, weapons and ring mat itself, practically flooding the corner of the ring in it before he picks up the nearest box of matches and steps round the bonfire set-up and looks at Thunder with menace. He throws an elbow at Thunder's face before climbing up, clubbing at his back and setting Thunder up on the ropes. He climbs up on the other side of the ropes so both are standing on the second rope, either side of the turnbuckle on the outside as Lupino goes to get a match -- but Thunder headbutts him just in time! Thunder struggles at the top, throwing an elbow at his face followed by a punch to the gut, before he takes the matches from Lupino. Thunder throws a harsh hook at Lupino before he pulls a match out, striking it and staring down at Lupino... MT: This ends now Lupino... THIS ENDS RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Without a second thought Thunder throws the match at the lighter fluid set up by Lupino before he throws another punch at the challenger. The fluid ignites, creating a huge burning bonfire below the pair on the top rope before he climbs out onto the ropes facing into the ring. He tries to pull Lupino up, looking to turn him out to face the crowd -- but Lupino fights his way back! He turns around, pulling Thunder in as if going for 'The Hit' but Thunder pulls himself out, throwing a HORRIFIC punch at Lupino's face! Lupino almost falls back to the outside before Thunder grabs him, turning him and hooking a half nelson at the top rope! He looks to land the 'Fire In The Eyes' but Lupino keeps his ground, turning and holding onto the arm before he pulls Thunder in, headbutting him square on the nose before he hooks both arms and lifts, leaping off the top -- THE HIT OFF THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE TABLE AND ONTO THE MASSIVE PILE OF WEAPONS AS THE CROWD GO WILD AND THE FIRE ENGLUFS BOTH OF THEM!!! A WHOLE TEAM OF REFEREES AND EMTS COME RUNNING OUT OF THE BACK AS ONE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND LUPINO GETS A HAND ON THUNDER... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! IMMEDIATELY THE EMTS EMPTY FIRE EXTINGUISHERS AND BUCKETS OF WATER OVER THE PAIR AS THE CROWD GO MENTAL! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Joey Lupino SC: I have never ever seen anything like this in my life...where do they go from here...where the hell do Lupino and Thunder go from here. SJ: Burns unit at the hospital? SC: I meant...oh will you stop... SJ: What? SC: Honestly folks, I have never quite seen a match like this before...what scenes at Ice Storm...in fact...what an Ice Storm! SC: THANK MERCIFUL GOD IT'S OVER! What a match this was between two amazing competitors, and finally they can put their ghosts to rest... SJ: Oh I don't think those ghosts will ever be put to rest Scoop, there's way too much bad blood between the pair. The crew of referees finally finishes with the fire extinguishers as EMT crews use blankets, water and stretchers to tend to both men. Another crew of ring assistants come down with a new mat, turnbuckle pads and ropes as the scorched ones are doused and removed, and the referee officiating the match takes the European Championship, heading to the back with it. The paramedic crews load Thunder and Lupino onto stretchers, taking them from the ring and carrying them up the ramp as the crowd stand an applaud, showing a sign of respect for what both men have come through. SC: These two have battled for over four months now, back and forth, and finally we've come this far and... uh oh... Lupino doesn't look done... Battered and bruised, Joey Lupino manages to climb up off of his stretcher as he storms up the ramp to where Thunder is being carried by the EMTs. Slowly Lupino reaches them, and Thunder looks up, trying to move himself off of the stretcher as Lupino shouts at the EMTs to stop. One of them argues back as Thunder manages to stand on the ramp, and Lupino shoves the EMT in the chest before turning to Thunder. Lupino clenches his fist and goes to swing as the crowd boo, but Thunder holds his ground, staring Lupino in the eye. Lupino stops his hand before hitting his rival, and the two stare down once more before slowly Lupino's fist uncurls, holding it out for Thunder. Thunder looks down at the hand, looking back up at Lupino... and he takes the hand, shaking it as the crowd cheer loudly. SC: Wow, Lupino offering the hand there, and Thunder takes it! These two have battled for months together, and through all that hatred there is surely now a glimmer of respect... Lupino's stern expression remains, as does Thunders, but the mutual respect is clearly there. Lupino then turns back, but Thunder keeps hold of the arm, stopping Lupino from moving as Lupino turns back. Thunder continues to stare him down, his face unmoving. MT: For now... Lupino's mouth curls into a knowing smirk. JL: … for now. The pair break their link and are helped separately to the back by the EMTs as the crowd continue to cheer, and the ring mat, ropes and turnbuckle pads are replaced... [HIGHLIGHT PACKAGE ONE: OF THE EVENTS AT THE PPV SO FAR.] FATAL FOUR WAY TO DECIDE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER - WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP Viktor Kovalenko vs MDK vs Joel Bryant vs Dragon Demonico [FLASHBACK: EARL'S REVELATION OF HIS WORK WITH THE ORC IS SHOWN AS WELL AS TRYING TO INSTALL MDK IN THE WORLD TITLE PICTURE. THIS IS SPLIT ALONGSIDE SHOWING THE IMPRESSIVE PERFORMANCES OF THE OTHER THREE CONTENDERS HERE TONIGHT. THE FINAL PART OF THE FLASH BACK SHOWS THE FOUR'S RECENT CONFRONTATIONS ON MAYHEM WHEN THE MATCH WAS ANNOUNCED.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is fatal fourway match to crown the new number one contender for the World Championship... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A DRAGON CAN BE SEEN ON THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. RED PUFFS OF PYROS EXPLODE AS DEMONICO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING FOCUSED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! SC: One of the crowd favourites...this gutsy wrestler has shown he is no push over here. SJ: Yeah he has, but tonight he has bitten off more than he can chew. JH: Introducing... *'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA GOES DARK AS THE T.A.T. SHOWS A BLACK-AND-WHITE MMA TRAINING MONTAGE. THE LIGHTS AROUND THE TRON FLARE TO THE BEAT OF THE WAR DRUMS AS WE SEE A STONE-FACED VIKTOR KOVALENKO MARCH OUT WITH THE UKRAINIAN FLAG DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs...he is the 2010 King of the Deathmatches...'The War Hound' Viktor Kovalenko!!! SC: What a year for Viktor and tonight he can make sure 2011 starts on the right note. SJ: He can and he has to be a favourite, he always steps up when he needs to. JH: Introducing... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON 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... 'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SC: This has been a tremendous year for Bryant, first man to beat Kovalenko, former IC Champion and what a number he did on Hannibal Cage. SJ: Yeah, but I think tonight we will see him choke... JH: And their opponent... *'CHARLIE BIG POTATO' - SKUNK AND ANASIE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. THE LETTERS 'M...D...K...' FLY ONTO THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. MDK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from London, England...weighing 275 pounds...MDK!!! SC: Well MDK and Earl didnt exactly get their way, but he has enough in the rankings to get a shot here tonight. SJ: Yeah, and you aren't doing him the justice he deserves, MDK has proven since the minute he got here he can run with the best of them. All four men start in their respective corners as the viewers at home are once again reminded of the number one contendership implications of this match with a graphic that flies across the screen. MDK begins stretching on the ropes, Dragon jumps up and down on the spot, Bryant rolls his neck and Kovalenko justs stands there emotionless...All of a sudden MDK races over to the corner of Demonico and begins flurrying a set of punches against the sparky wrestler. He hits a series of knees to the jaw and looks to put him away with a belly to back suplex, but Demonico flips out and then counters with a bulldog, on his feet he is then taken back off them by Joel Bryant coming in and connecting with a clothesline. Bryant pulls MDK to his feet and begins hitting a set of structured rights and lefts to the jaw. MDK blocks the third attempt and sends Bryant flying into the corner were Kovalenko waits. Kovalenko then nails Bryant with a spinebuster seemingly from nowhere. The crowd ‘ohhhh’ at this as he stalks over to the other corner. MDK holds his hands up like he wants none of Kovalenko who then picks up Demonico by the hair and lifts him off the ground!!! Demonico throws a weak kick to the gut, but Kovalenko tosses him over the top rope to the hard canvass below. He stalks against MDK who drops down to his knees and seemingly begs for mercy. Kovalenko a big hulking man stands over him, then MDK slams a dirty uppercut to the region that even hulking monsters feel. The crowd actually cheer this move a little as Kovalenko’s eyes bulge out of his face. MDK gets to his feet and then hits a front facing bulldog on Kovalenko. Rolling away from danger he is back on his feet. SC: What a cowardly act there by MDK, Man has no class what so ever... SJ: Kovalenko has nards!!!! SC: Settle down... MDK pulls Bryant to his feet and backs him into the corner where he executes a series of knife edge chops to the chest, Bryant takes them and then blocks the final attempt and reverses the move. He sends MDK hard into the opposite corner and looks to follow up with a high knee, but MDK darts out the way and Bryant ends up getting his leg caught over the top rope. As MDK turns around, Demonico who is back on the apron launches himself like a missile into some sort of shoulder block move over the top rope, connecting to the pleasure of the fans in attendance. Demonico goes for a cover, but MDK kicks out. Demonico, though wastes no time as he bounds off the ropes and hits a lionsault variation going for another cover, but again MDK gets a shoulder up. Demonico pulls MDK to his feet and the gets levelled from behind as Kovalenko is now up and about and delivers a running clothesline. Kovalenko picks MDK up and hoists him above his head, military press and all he launches him over the top rope to the floor below as the crowd ‘ohhh’ at this one as well, a smatter of ‘TFWF’ chants echo through the arena. Kovalenko turns around to be met by the stiff fists of Joel Bryant who looks to get something going. He uses a small bit of ropes for leverage and connects with a bionic elbow to the jaw, rocking the big man. A kick to the gut and Bryant pulls off a piledriver which gets the crowd going again. He makes the cover, but Kovalenko has a bit too much about him and is able to kick out of this one. Not to be deterred, Bryant picks Viktor back up and proceeds with some more rights and lefts to the head, backing him into the corner. Viktor wildly swings and arm, which Joel ducks and spins him around into a German suplex. Not releasing the hold, Viktor just kicks out of the bridged move by Joel Bryant. SC: Close to an elimination there I think Snoop. SJ: Are you crazy, you are not going to beat Viktor with a German...he’s Ukrainian. SC: People aren’t beaten based on moves of their nationality you know. SJ: Well when I was at school I gave Little Big Foot the worst Indian burn ever... SC: And you beat him with that? SJ: And a nearby baseball bat... SC: ... Bryant goes to grab Kovalenko again when Demonico hits him with a running high cross body the crowd are on their feet again as he gets a nice 2 count before Bryant kicks out. MDK is now on the apron, Demonico hits him with a reverse yazuka kick to the stomach before drop kicking him back off the apron into the guard rails. Demonico gets up a head of steam and hits a move over the top rope into MDK on the canvass below sort of a suicide dive which brings ‘Dragon’ chants from the crowd in attendance. As both men lay on the mat below in the ring Viktor Kovalenko goes to work. He pulls Bryant back and delivers a clothesline to the back of the head, picking up Joel he nails a backbreaker, followed by a big judo throw to the canvass. Viktor goes for a cover, but Bryant gets his shoulder up. Demonico is on his feet on the outside and bulrushes MDK, but MDK dodges him and sends him shoulder first into the ringpost. MDK then slams Demonico’s head into the ringpost before sliding back into the ring. Breaking up the offense on Kovalenko by Bryant. MDK hits a couple of shots himself. He scores an atomic drop on Bryant...grabbing his midsection he pulls him around and hits a powerful sitdown powerbomb. A cover doesn’t happen as Kovalenko breaks it up. SC: Why do you think Viktor broke that up there, it’s after all an elimination process. SJ: Mostly because in this type of match you just need to inflict damage left, right and centre. I think Viktor just lost his bearings there a little... SC: Well, it seems to me he wants to get his hands on Bryant and MDK himself. SJ: True to form Kovalenko he will want to take all three of them out himself! And Kovalenko does just that. He picks up MDK and slams him down hard to the mat, he then pulls Bryant to his feet and hits a running slam onto him. He goes for a cover, but gets only two as Bryant manages to get a shoulder up. Kovalenko then slaps an armbar on Bryant and looks to wear down his former nemesis. Demonico gets back to his feet on the outside and mounts the top turnbuckle, but Kovalenko is too quick as Dragon leaps, Kovalenko catches him with a hand around the throat and then sends him crashing to the canvass with a variation of the chokeslam that even might have made Phenom raise his eyebrows in an approving fashion. Bryant seizes the opportunity and goes for a roll up pin attempt, Kovalenko’s shoulders are down for a count of two before he kicks out. Bryant then grabs one of Kovalenko’s legs... SC: Bryant is going for 'Cuyahoga River Fire'! SJ: Fight it Vik!!! Kovalenko wriggles on the mat and breaks it off with his powerful legs pushing Bryant to the mat as Bryant tries to get up, MDK hits him with a body splash in some quick action and gets a near fall. SJ: You see how smart MDK was there, Bryant totally focused on getting back up and WHAM, MDK comes out of nowhere and almost pins him. That right there is why he should be the next number one contender. SC: I will give credit, where credit is due...MDK looking to gain an advantage at every opportunity. Kovalenko is now on his feet and spears MDK to the ground, he mounts him and begins trying some MMA moves of punches and elbows to the face as MDK tries to break out of this. Bryant and Demonico catch their breath in the other corner for a moment before they lock up for the first time. Bryant takes control with a sideheadlock which Demonico wriggles out of and sends Bryant intot he ropes, he rebounds and shoulder blocks Demonico to the canvass. Bryant then looks to bound off the ropes again, but Demonico flips on his stomach as Bryant hurdles him. Demonico kip ups to his feet and then goes for a hurricanrana, but Bryant doesn’t fall forward, instead he drops him with a modified powerbomb. Bryant stumbles back under the gravity and momentum of the move as Demonico slides on the canvass and slightly over the apron under the rope. Bryant turns around and goes in to stamp onto Demonico, but Kovalenko has left MDK battered on the otherside of the ring and clotheslines Bryant over the top rope hard to the floor on the outside. Kovalenko picks up Demonico by his hair and suplexs him over the top rope back into the ring. Rolling through with a nice move he gets a two count before the dynamic Dragon’s shoulders are up. Kovalenko fires in a couple of elbows to the head of Demonico before hoisting him up and throwing him like a rag doll into one of the corners. With Demonico prone, Kovalenko goes to deliver a knee to his face, but MDK is on hand and tackles Kovalenko before he can do so in a hybrid spear move. MDK then gets back up and hits Demonico with a low drop kick to the face as Demonico’s head and neck snap back hard in the corner. MDK picks the young star to his feet and turns him in the tree of woe and looks to his own knee to the face, but Kovalenko is back on his feet and begins backing MDK back to the other corner. MDK tries to get out between the ropes, but Kovalenko grabs him and nails a German suplex sending MDK across the ring. Kovalenko then picks him up and hits a great neck breaker and looks to set in a headlock submission move. MDK is trapped in the middle of the ring and looking in severe pain as Kovalenko tightens the move. SC: Kovalenko has got that submission slap, bang in the middle of the ring and I think this might be the end of MDK. SJ: Well, he is nowhere near a rope that is for sure. With MDK in trouble, Demonico gets back on his feet and leaps onto the top rope and executes a frog splash on the pair of them! SC: DEMONICO! FROM NOWHERE!!!! SJ: What an idiot breaking that up... SC: So why wasn’t Kovalenko an idiot earlier for doing the same thing? SC: Because Kovalenko wants to beat everyone of these guys...Demonico is just stupid and probably had his head knocked even sillier when it snapped against that turnbuckle. Demonico then goes for the 'Dragon Spike' on MDK, but MDK blocks it and counters with a 'Hellshot' SC: Hellshot from nowhere!!!! MDK flops onto Demonico for the cover and we have our first elimination of the night Eliminated: Dragon Demonico MDK gets to his feet and kind of flops around a little bit as he looks to get some composure. He picks up Kovalenko and looks to go for a second 'Hell Shot', but Kovalenko powers out of the move and sends MDK over the top turnbuckle. Bryant now back on his feet, launches himself at Kovalenko and the two go at it trading punches back and forth. SC: What action here, what excitement as these two men are going at it...shades of Death or Glory...the Kovalenko and Bryant feud which gripped the T.F.W.F. fan base for 2010! SJ: Kovalenko might be in trouble, Bryant has him down on the mat! Bryant looks to slap on the 'Cuyahoga River Fire', but Kovalenko is fighting it...fighting it hard. SC: Look at this, Viktor knows if he gets caught this one could all be over right here! SJ: Come on Viktor... Bryant slaps it in, in the middle of the ring...the crowd are going crazy! SC: Bryant has it slapped on...he has it slapped on here in the middle of the ring and the big Ukranian has NOWHERE TO GO!!!! MDK gets to his feet on the outside as Kovalenko still hasn't tapped in the ring. SC: How long can Viktor Kovalenko last here, how damn long before even HE passes out from the pain! Kovalenko seems to be in complete pain as he reaches for the ropes, but Bryant pulls him further into the middle of the ring. Before Viktor slams his fist onto the mat. SC: HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED OUT!!!! Eliminated: Viktor Kovalenko Bryant releases the hold as the crowd are going fucking crazy in the arena. He gets to his feet and then MDK levels him with a clothesline from behind. SC: MDK wasting no time at all there...what a clothesline to Joel Bryant. SJ: That is why MDK is the next number one contender for the World title...that was awesome. MDK then signals to the back... SC: No, no, not like this, not like this at all... Out comes Rampage, Legion, Wilson and Cruz as the crowd let them have it. SC: God damn it, he can't beat Bryant fair and square! The four of them surround the ring area, the referee tries to usher them away. MDK then cheap shots the referee from the backside. SC: Oh Come on not like this...not after such a great match. MDK picks Bryant up and signals for the 'Hellshot' he connects on it...when all of a sudden...out comes JC McDonald, Jack Hondo, Deka Zukito, Dragon Demonico, Old School Style!!! SC: WHATS THIS! SJ: Enemies joining forces to tackle the ORC! THE ENTIRE PLACE IS GOING CRAZY!!!! The group comes in and a massive brawl errupts with the ORC starting to get a licking in the middle of the ring. McDonald breaks through the pack of people. He grabs MDK and delivers him a 'Perfecto'! The crowd errupts as MDK is out for the count in the ring now as well. SC: Turn around is fair play! SJ: How is that fair play! The ORC never attacked Joel Bryant! They were merely standing here! SC: Oh come on MDK nailed the referee and then hit the Hellshot it was a matter of time! Law and Order brings his security forces out to the ring and they attempt to stop the mele in the middle of the ring. Both Bryant and MDK are motionless in the ring. Bryant drapes an arm over MDK, a groggy referee begins to count one...two...then all of a sudden Earl is lumbering down the aisle now as well. EOC: Stop the match! Stop the match! The referee stops his count. EOC: Mr. referee...when you fell down and 'hit your head' moments ago, you missed this. Look at the tron! The Earl replays the McDonald 'Perfecto' on MDK. EOC: Now, wrestling doesn't take advantage of the instant replay rule enough in my opinion...so as of now...as CEO, I am giving you full authority to use this video footage in your decision. SC: WHAT THE HELL! The crowd are livid. Earl looks smug as hell. SJ: Bout time someone started using this, think of all the dramas that would be solved instantly. SC: In the history of wrestling nobody has brought in a God damn instant replay rule...for one match. This sport has always been about what happens in the ring happens in the ring, even if its as terrible as some of the stuff we have seen. And for someone like MDK to maybe benefit from this is the biggest load of crap I have ever seen in my life. The referee looks puzzled for a moment and then walks over to Hall. Both MDK and Bryant are still out of it. JH: After reviewing the replay allowed by the Earl of Cleveland...the referee has decided to disqualify Joel Bryant... SC: YOU HAVE TO BE FRICKING KIDDING ME! The crowd are absolutely incensed and it might be near a riot. JH: Therefore the winner of the match and NEW number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship...MDK!!! SC: NO! NO! NO! Earl claps like a fat kid who has just seen a chocolate parade come into his house as the ORC lift MDK up who is still out of it and his music plays out. Winner, via DQ: MDK SC: What a travesty of jusitce here tonight, in something we have never seen in wrestling before. SJ: I am just amazed it has taken 12 years for the instant replay rule to come into effect. Imagine the possibilites now. SC: Somehow I think its going to be used on a case by case basis, which is why this whole situation stinks to high heaven... [HIGHLIGHT PACKAGE 2: THE NIGHT SO FAR.] SC: Welcome back folks and if you just tuned in, then you are going to be tuneining into the Main Events of all Main Events thats for sure, but be reminded...tonight it has been an affair strictly for the ORC. They have lost only one match tonight and have gained massive ground here in the T.F.W.F. and if you missed it...its basically been a night where Earl has been making up his own damn rule book. SJ: What? SC: Restarting the Tag Team title match, the allowance of Instant Replay...hell he didnt seem to mind the ORC kicking the hell out of the Zoo Yorkers...or leaving that God damn awful taste in our mouths over Fallen Angel. SJ: Look, Earl said he was going to help revolutionize the T.F.W.F.. SC: He is as crocked as a dog's hind leg... SJ: I think he is a forward thinking genuis! SC: Well, folks, we can only assume more over some of the controversy tonight will be sorted in the New Year...where we are to have three qualifiers for the KOTDM tournament on our Monday Night Mayhem in...Japan! SJ: Woah! Sushi! SC: But first...the question on everyones lips...who will be holding the biggest prize in this sport going into 2011...our answer...is up next. MAIN EVENT - UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Phenom (c) vs Scorpio [FLASHBACK: HARD STEEL...SCORPIO WINNING THE WORLD TITLE AND PHENOM BECOMING THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR IT. BOTH MEN ARE SHOWN WITH THEIR RISE TO THE TOP. PHENOM HAS THE TAG LINE '10 YEARS' AND SCORPIO HAS THE TAG LINE 'A LIFE TIME TO GET TO THE TFWF' BOTH SHOWING THE JOURNEYS THEY HAVE BEEN ON. HIGHLIGHTS OF AUTUMN ANNIHILATION ARE SHOWN AND PHENOM GETTING THE BELT, COUPLED WITH THE RECENT MAYHEMS AND THE ALTERCATIONS BETWEEN THE TWO WRESTLERS. THE FINAL SHOT SEES THEM NOSE TO NOSE WITH A GRAPHIC OF THE WORLD TITLE UNDERNEATH THEM.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...is tonight's Main Event and is for THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOUR AND A VARIETY OF THE WRESTLER'S MOVES AS SCORPIO STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FEW PAPARAZZI BEHIND HIM. HE POSES BRIEFLY BEFORE THEY HEAD TO THE BACK AND THE S-FACTOR WALKS DOWN THE RAMP, TAKING OFF HIS TRADEMARK DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND HANDING THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW. HE THEN TAKES A DUPLICATE PAIR FROM HIS JACKET POCKET AND PUTS THEM ON AS HE HEADS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from London, England... weighing 225lbs...'The S-Factor' Scorpio!!! SC: The challenger...held the belt earlier this year and as he would argue has never officially lost it in singles competition. SJ: That is why he is a joke... SC: ... JH: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Phenom!!! SC: Whatever you think of this man, the road he took to get to that belt was a long one and deserves the respect of fans everywhere. SJ: Ummm I know! Thats why I have no time for this pissant Scorpio! Phenom is the man!!! The crowd are on their feet as one for the final match in the TFWF of 2010.  The main event of Ice Storm 2010.  They are here for the World Heavyweight Title clash between the champion Phenom and the challenger Scorpio.  The atmosphere in the arena is electric with the crowd solidly behind Scorpio in his quest to regain the World Title he lost without ever being pinned.  The referee is making his final checks on both competitors.  Scorpio looks focused and ready for the fight of his life as Phenom stands across the ring from him, the World Title belt held overhead for all to see.  The referee takes the Title from Phenom and holds it up to all four sides of the arena to a respectful round of applause.  Scorpio stretches off his legs as Phenom cracks his neck and knuckles as the referee checks both men are ready to go! SC:  Well, this is it!  The Undisputed World Heavyweight Title is on the line between Phenom and Scorpio!  It’s the final TFWF match of 2010 and what a match this promises to be!  After everything we’ve seen tonight, all the drama, the action, the shocking moments, it all comes down to this!  A true battle of good versus evil.  A battle of speed versus power.  Will Phenom’s strength and vicious fighting style win out tonight?  Or will Scorpio reclaim the most prized possession in the wrestling world today?  It’s time to find out!! SJ:  This is going to be a massacre.  Scorpio has run his mouth once too often and now he’s going to pay for it.  Phenom worked for over a decade to win the World Title, he is not going down without the mother of all fights!  This is going to be intense!  Time to die Scorpio! The electricity in the air is incredible as Scorpio and Phenom slowly walk out of their respective corners.  The referee signals for the bell and the main event of Ice Storm 2010 is underway to a monstrous crowd pop!!!  The two men meet in the middle of the ring and the size and height advantage of the Champion is immediately obvious.  Phenom towers over Scorpio and smirks confidently as Scorpio fires off a volley of trash talking as only he can!  They lock up in the centre of the ring and Phenom quickly overpowers Scorpio, shoving him backwards and down to the canvas.  The crowd boo as Phenom flexes his muscles and showboats to the fans as Scorpio stands up.  They lock up again with the same outcome, Scorpio on the mat and Phenom standing over him.  Scorpio is up and this time when they go to lock up he dodges behind Phenom and fires off a hard kick to the leg of Phenom!  The crowd pop as Scorpio quickly unleashes a number of kicks to the legs and body of Phenom, trying desperately to chop the big man down to size.  He fires off some right hands that rock Phenom back and then sprints to the ropes, he hits the ropes for momentum and leaps at Phenom with a cross body block, but Phenom catches him in midair!!  The crowd roar as Scorpio is able spin his legs up, hook Phenom around the head and then send him flying with a tilt-a-whirl flying head scissors!!  Phenom goes through the ropes and to the floor to a big crowd reaction!  Scorpio wastes no time in hitting the ropes, sprinting across the ring and then diving over the top rope with a crazy looking swan dive plancha that wipes the Champion out on the floor!!  The crowd pop is huge as Scorpio leaps to his feet and high fives a few fans at ringside!  Phenom is getting to his feet as Scorpio hops onto the ring apron and then sprints towards Phenom, he leaps off the apron and smashes Phenom with a flying knee strike to the head!!  The big man crashes to the ground as Scorpio dives on him with rapid punches to the head and chest!  He brings Phenom to his feet and goes to whip him into the steel guardrail but Phenom reverses it.  Scorpio leaps onto the guardrail with amazing balance as Phenom charges him, Scorpio leaps off, lands on Phenom’s shoulders and uses another headscissors to send the Champion crashing head first into the steel barricade!!!  The crowd are going wild as Scorpio rolls into the ring and then takes a bow as Phenom is down and hurting on the floor! SC:  What a start to this World Title match by Scorpio!!  He knew he was outmatched in the power stakes but he’s used his quickness and unique offense to take the fight to the World Champion!  Phenom looks in a world of trouble in the early going here. SJ:  Get a grip Scoop!  This is just the opening moments.  This is a marathon, not a sprint and Phenom hasn’t even got warmed up yet.  One big move and Scorpio is as good as finished! Phenom gets to his feet on the outside and looks furious!  He climbs up onto the ring apron but Scorpio cuts him off with a running drop kick through the ropes to the chest!  Phenom drops back to the floor as Scorpio stands on the ring apron and then hops onto the middle rope before flipping back with a springboard moonsault right onto the World Champion!!  The crowd reaction is huge as Scorpio drags Phenom up and rolls him into the ring where he makes the first cover of the match, 1……..2…..Phenom powers out and quickly tries to get to his feet.  Scorpio is quick though and he stops Phenom with a knee to the midsection and then a leg sweep which sends the big man onto his back.  Scorpio then hits a beautiful standing moonsault into a cover, 1…….2….Phenom kicks out again!  The crowd are hot as Scorpio is on the full offensive.  He brings Phenom to his feet and nails some forearm shots to the side of the World Champion’s head.  Phenom is dazed as Scorpio follows up with a kick to the midsection and then a swinging neckbreaker!  He makes the cover on the World Champion, 1……2….Phenom rolls his shoulder up in time!  The crowd are right behind Scorpio as he brings Phenom to his feet again.  He lands a couple of forearm strikes to the head as Phenom tries to regain his senses.  Scorpio tries to whip Phenom into the ropes but he reverses it.  Scorpio hits the ropes, ducks under a clothesline, hits the opposite ropes and leaps with a spinning heel kick but Phenom catches Scorpio and heaves him up into a powerbomb position!!  Scorpio fires off right hands to the top of the head but Phenom staggers towards the ropes and then throws Scorpio over the top rope and to the floor!!!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ in unison as Scorpio lands flat on his back on the outside and immediately yells in pain and writhes around on the floor.  Phenom drops down to one knee and holds onto the middle rope as he looks down at the obviously injured Scorpio with a sick smirk on his face!  The crowd heat is huge as Phenom stands up and raises his arms in the air as Scorpio looks in serious trouble on the outside. SC:  OH MY GOD!!!  Phenom just powerbombed Scorpio over the top rope and to the floor!!!  He could have broken his spine!!  Scorpio may be seriously injured here folks, I don’t know if this match will be able to continue. SJ:  Of course it should.  So Scorpio went splat, big deal!  This is what happens when you get in the ring with the World Champion.  He’s the most dangerous man on the planet and he just proved it with that move on Scorpio! SC:  That was unbelievable.  I have never seen someone have such disregard for another wrestlers wellbeing than Phenom. SJ:  That’s why he’s the World Champion you idiot! The crowd are still booing as Phenom steps through the ropes and to the outside.  Scorpio is clutching the back of his head as Phenom lifts him off the ground.  He rams Scorpio back first into the ring apron as the referee beings his count.  Scorpio slumps to the ground as Phenom begins to stomp down on him.  He lifts Scorpio up and runs him head first into the steel ring steps with serious force!  Scorpio crumples in a heap on the floor as Phenom stands over him and then begins to choke the challenger out with his boot.  Phenom throws some insults at the ringside fans who shower him with heat.  With the referee’s count at 8 Phenom picks Scorpio up and rolls him back into the ring.  He follows him in and drops a knee across the back of Scorpio’s head before making the cover, 1……2….Scorpio kicks out!  Phenom is focusing his attack on Scorpio’s neck as he drops an elbow on him, then another, then a third and finally a fourth.  He makes the cover, 1……2….Scorpio kicks out again!  The crowd are trying to rally behind the challenger as Phenom brings him to his feet and whips him off the ropes, Scorpio ducks a right hand, hits the opposite ropes but is then turned inside out on the return with a big boot from Phenom!!  He makes the cover again, 1……2…..Scorpio kicks out in time!  Phenom brings Scorpio up and whips him with authority into the corner.  Scorpio crashes into the turnbuckles and rebounds out of the corner and smashes face first into the mat.  The crowd boo as Phenom swaggers over to Scorpio and stands on his throat as the referee begins his count.  Phenom laughs as the referee gets to a count of 4 before stepping off Scorpio’s throat to some huge crowd heat!! SC:  The World Champion is in total control of this match and it does not look good for Scorpio. SJ:  A lot of people think Phenom is just brute strength but the man is smart.  He’s worked over Scorpio’s back and neck which will soften him up for the Final Destination and the three count! The referee is admonishing Phenom for the choke but he ignores him and lifts Scorpio off the mat.  He slams a forearm shot across his upper back that drops the challenger to the mat which brings even more crowd heat.  Phenom brings Scorpio up and whips him off the ropes, Scorpio hits the ropes and Phenom is waiting with a picture perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!!  Scorpio arches his back as Phenom drops him to the mat with distain.  He makes the cover again, 1…….2…..Scorpio kicks out!!  Phenom begins to look frustrated as he clamps a rear chin lock on Scorpio and drags him down to the mat.  The World Champion is in total control as Scorpio fights for air and the referee is down checking on him.  The crowd all begin to stamp their feet and clap in support of Scorpio as he tries to fight back to his feet.  Phenom tries to keep him down but the support of the crowd brings Scorpio back to his feet!  He nails a couple of elbow shots to the mid section of Phenom and breaks free!  He goes to run the ropes but Phenom grabs a handful of Scorpio’s hair and hauls him down to the mat with serious force!!  The crowd boo like crazy as Phenom laughs and throws a clump of Scorpio’s hair into the air.  The booing though turns into a massive crowd pop as Scorpio nips up from out of nowhere, let’s out a mighty war cry and then cracks the dumbfounded Phenom square in the jaw with a superkick!!! SC:   Phenom just made the biggest mistake of his life, he messed with Scorpio’s hair!!! SJ:  It’s like tugging on Superman’s cape, you just don’t do it!! Phenom topples to the mat as Scorpio drops down to his knees and clutches his back and neck in pain.  The crowd are going wild, chanting his name, as Scorpio checks his hair and then turns to Phenom with a look of fury on his face!  He struggles to get to his feet but eventually does so as Phenom is leaning against the ropes in a daze!  Scorpio charges but Phenom sees him coming and back drops Scorpio over the top rope, but he lands on the ring apron!  Phenom spins around and eats a roundhouse kick to the head!  He staggers into the middle of the ring as Scorpio sets himself and vaults onto the top rope and then leaps in with a springboard flying forearm shot to the face of Phenom that knocks him down to the mat!!!  Scorpio makes the cover, 1……2…..Phenom kicks out at the last possible second to a huge crowd reaction! SC:  Ohh, so close from Scorpio there!!  He’s got his second wind and he’s coming back into this match in a big way! SJ:  He’s taken too much punishment to his back and neck, he can’t keep this up forever, one misstep and Phenom is going to retain the World Title! Scorpio slams the mat as the crowd begin to clap along in time as the challenger gets to his feet, still clutching his back and neck.  Phenom looks out for the count as Scorpio points to the corner and the crowd cheer him on.  He makes his way to the top turnbuckle and sets himself before leaping off with a back senton but Phenom gets both knees up right into Scorpio’s lower back!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ as Scorpio crashes and burns and immediately grabs his back in pain.  Phenom shakes out the cobwebs and gets to his feet.  He brings Scorpio up and rocks him with some right hands, a kick to the midsection and then hooks  him up for a big suplex!!  Phenom has Scorpio held over head and holds him there for 20 seconds as the crowd boo loudly.  Eventually Phenom sends Scorpio crashing into the mat and then quickly makes the cover, 1……2….Scorpio kicks out to a big crowd pop!!  Phenom is up and he drags Scorpio into the corner and then begins to unleash rapid punches to the face, chest and body of the challenger!!  The referee is yelling at Phenom to back off but he just continues to beat down Scorpio until the challenger is left in the corner in a heap.  Phenom backs away for a moment but then comes back in quickly with multiple stomps to the face of Scorpio!!  The crowd are booing loudly as Phenom sits Scorpio in the corner and then goes to the opposite side of the ring before charging and nailing a face wash style kick with serious force!!  Scorpio looks out cold as Phenom drags him out of the corner and makes the cover, 1……2…..again Scorpio kicks out!!  Phenom can’t believe it and quickly drives an elbow into Scorpio’s neck before hooking him in a stretch plumb submission hold!! SC:  Scorpio had a few moments of success Snoop but one big missed move off the top and he’s back in a world of trouble. SJ:  He lost the World Title at AA11 when he missed a big move off the top like that!  You’d think the idiot would learn! SC:  You’ve got take those risks in these big matches Snoop, no risk, no reward. SJ:  No risk, no broken back! SC:  Scorpio is in a lot of pain here folks.  Phenom has that arm cranked around and he has the dragon sleep hold hooked around his neck.  The stretch plum is one of the most painful holds in wrestling and it will be agony for Scorpio with his injured back and neck. SJ:  He should just tap out now and save himself!  The crowd are right behind Scorpio as he battles to get out of the submission hold but Phenom is too strong and he keeps it locked in tight.  Eventually Scorpio starts to fade, his movements slowing right down until it looks like he’s out cold!  The referee lifts his free arm and it drops to the mat!  The crowd are booing as Phenom cranks on the hold even more.  The referee lifts Scorpio’s arm again and again it falls to the mat!!  The noise in the arena is deafening as the referee lifts Scorpio’s arm for the third and final time.  He lets it drop….and Scorpio stops it hitting the mat by half an inch!!!  The crowd pop huge as Scorpio is back to life and he fights as hard as he can to get out of the hold!!  He gets to his feet and is able to get his head free as Phenom has both his arms held from behind.  He staggers to the corner and uses the turnbuckles to flip over Phenom and land behind him before pulling him over into a roll up!!  The referee is down, 1……2….Phenom uses his legs to kick out and Scorpio is launched forward, he hits the ropes but on the rebound is nearly decapitated by a massive leaping clothesline from Phenom!!!  Scorpio spins in the air and crashes to the mat as Phenom is on his hands and knees recovering.  SC:  Phenom nearly took Scorpio’s head clean off their folks, what a clothesline!! SJ:  That’s the power of the World Champion right there Scoop!  What a shot! The crowd noise dies down again as Phenom slowly gets up and drags the lifeless Scorpio to his feet.  He smirks as he holds Scorpio up by the face and yells a few insults at him.  The crowd boo as Phenom laughs before hurling the challenger over the top rope and to the floor!!  He quickly follows Scorpio to the outside and begins to throw him around the ringside area.  He slams Scorpio into the ring steps, the barricade and rams his head off the ring apron!  The crowd are all over Phenom as he props Scorpio against the steel ring steps and backs away, getting ready for a big running kick to the face!  The referee’s count is at 7 as Phenom charges but Scorpio dives out the way at the last possible second!!  Phenom crashes into the ring steps knees first and is sent flying to a massive crowd pop.  He is down and hurting as Scorpio rolls into the ring to break the referee’s count.  He lies on the mat for a few moments to recover before rolling back out onto the ring apron.  Phenom is slowly getting to his feet as Scorpio runs down the apron and leaps off, landing on Phenom’s shoulders.  He goes for a flying headscissors but Phenom blocks it, he heaves Scorpio up and plants him with a powerbomb on the ring apron to a massive ‘ohh’ from the crowd!  He’s not finished though as he lifts Scorpio back up in the air, spins around and swings Scorpio headfirst into the steel guard rail!!!! SC:  Oh!!  Just absolute brutality there from Phenom!!  He cracked Scorpio’s back off the steel edge of the ring and then swung him full force into the steel guard rail. SJ:  HOLY CRAP!  LOOK AT SCORPIO’S FACE!! The crowd gasps as Scorpio struggles to his feet with blood gushing down his face!!!  He looks completely out of it as he staggers to the ring apron and uses it to stand up.  The blood is pumping out of his forehead and down his chest as the referee quickly dives out the ring to check on the challenger’s condition.  Phenom looks very pleased with his handiwork and comes around the ring, pushing the referee out the way and then unloading on Scorpio’s blood covered face with big right hand punches!!  Scorpio ties to cover up but Phenom keeps landing big punches as blood flies all over the ringside area!  The referee eventually has to pull Phenom away as Scorpio falls to the ground with blood still gushing from the deep laceration on his forehead.  Phenom holds his blood covered fist up for the fans to see to a huge chorus of boos.  The referee is down checking on Scorpio who is trying to wipe the thick blood from his eyes and get back to his feet. SC:  That is one of the worst cuts I’ve ever seen on a wrestler in the TFWF and believe me, I’ve seen some horrific cuts in my thirteen years here!! SJ:  There’s no way in hell Scorpio can continue.  The referee needs to stop this match and Phenom retains his World Title.        SC:  He can’t do that, the World Title is on the line and there’s no way in hell Scorpio is going to give up. SJ:  He might not have a choice.    Scorpio is up but his face is covered in blood which continues to pour from his forehead and down his chest.  He sways from side to side as the referee looks ready to stop the match.  Phenom keeps his distance with a sick smirk on his face as it looks like Scorpio won’t be able to continue!!  The crowd are booing as the referee goes to speak to another official but Scorpio grabs him and says he’s able to continue!!  The crowd pop huge as Scorpio rolls into the ring and motions at Phenom to bring the fight to him!!  SC:  Look at the heart and determination of Scorpio!  You can not deny this kid is World Champion material.  He will not back down even when his forehead is brutally lacerated and he is almost blinded by blood! SJ:  I can and I will!  He’s in shock, obviously, otherwise the little wuss would be crying and running to the back.  Any way, that cut isn’t that bad! SC:  Isn’t that bad!!  His entire face and upper body are covered in blood and it’s still flowing!  SJ:  Well, he’s got about ten seconds left because as soon as Phenom gets his hands on him, he’s done! The World Champion looks up from ringside with surprise as Scorpio wipes more blood from his face and breathes heavily.  Phenom shrugs his shoulders and climbs back into the ring as the referee checks on Scorpio’s cut once again but the challenger pushes him aside and dives at Phenom, taking him by surprise and knocking him down to the mat!!  Scorpio fires off rapid punches, blood flying from his face as he does so!!  The crowd are going wild but Phenom is able to reverse the position and gets into a full mount position and begins to rain down heavy shots of his own!!  He quickly hooks Scorpio around the head and rolls to the side, pulling him into a head and arm choke!  The blood is still pouring from Scorpio’s head as Phenom increase the pressure on the hold but the referee begins to count as the choke is illegal!!  Phenom lets the hold go at the count of 4 and is immediately up in the referee’s face complaining about the count. SJ:  What the hell is that idiot referee doing?  Scorpio was about to tap out!! SC:  You know just as well as I do that Phenom was using an illegal MMA choke and the referee was completely right to make him break the hold! Phenom has the referee backed into the corner and is screaming in his face as Scorpio staggers up to his feet and gets the school boy roll up on the World Champion, 1…….2……Phenom kicks out just in time!!  Scorpio is on his feet but not for long as Phenom boots him in the mid section and then plants him with a big side slam!  Scorpio clutches at his injured back as blood continues to pour from his head and onto the mat.  Phenom grabs Scorpio around the waist and in an amazing show of power dead lifts him off the mat and then drives him into the mat with a gut wrench suplex!!  Scorpio’s head bounces off the mat as Phenom makes the cover again, 1…….2…..Scorpio somehow rolls his shoulder up to a big crowd pop!!  Phenom is furious and again is up in the referee’s face screaming at him about a slow count!  Scorpio slowly gets to his knees and then uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.  He spots Phenom with his back to him and charges with a big drop kick, but Phenom dodges out the way at the last moment and Scorpio knocks the referee out cold!!! SC:  Scorpio could do nothing to stop himself there and the referee has taken that running drop kick square on the jaw!! SJ:  Holy crap, he’s out cold!  Time for Phenom to do what he does best! SC:  What, cheat? SJ:  Exactly!! The referee slumps to the mat as Scorpio turns around to be met with running bicycle kick to the face from Phenom!  Scorpio hits the ropes and rebounds back to the waiting Phenom who plants him with a spinebuster in the middle of the ring!!  The crowd are booing loudly as Phenom rolls out the ring and grabs a steel chair which he tosses into the ring.  He grabs a second and throws that into the ring for good measure before sliding back under the bottom rope.  Scorpio is down and out, his face a bloody mess as Phenom picks up one of the chairs and opens it.  He sets it up next to Scorpio and then drags him up and into position for a powerbomb.  The crowd heat is intense as Phenom motions that the match is over and he’s going to break Scorpio’s back!!  He heaves the challenger skywards but somehow Scorpio hooks Phenom around the head and drives him down onto the chair with a DDT!!!!  The crowd pop is off the charts as the chair is destroyed by the force of Phenom’s head being driven into it!!!  Scorpio falls onto Phenom and has the cover, 1…..2…..3…..4…….5…..but there’s no referee!!! SC:  Scorpio has this match won and the referee is still out!!  SJ:  Phenom is just…resting…he’s fine!  Come on Champ get up!! Scorpio can’t believe it as he staggers over to the referee and tries to revive him.  Phenom is crawling to the ropes and uses them to stand up as Scorpio turns back around.  The referee is beginning to stir as the two men meet in the centre of the ring and begin to trade punches!!  The crowd cheer for every shot by Scorpio and respond with a loud boo for each shot by Phenom!!  The two men keep trading shots until Phenom blocks a shot from the challenger and then pokes him in the eye!!!  The crowd boo as Scorpio staggers backwards blinded and Phenom hooks him from behind and then drives him into the mat with a brutal backdrop driver!!!  Scorpio lands right on the top of his head and looks done for.  Phenom slowly gets to his feet and kicks the wrecked chair out the ring before picking up the good one!  The crowd heat is amazing as Phenom waits with the chair in hand as Scorpio slowly begins to move.  The World Champion has a look of evil intentions on his face as Scorpio is now up to his knees.  The blood flow from earlier has stemmed and now Scorpio’s face is just a thick mask of red.  He is on his feet as the crowd scream at him to turn around but he is too hurt and exhausted to register the warning. SC:  This could be it, the final knock out shot from Phenom with that steel chair!!  SJ:  Goodnight Scorpio!!  Phenom rears the chair back as Scorpio turns and swings with all his force, but Scorpio ducks out the way!!!  Phenom spins around ready to swing again but Scorpio nails the chair with a superkick sending it crashing back into the World Champions face!!!  The chair goes flying out the ring as the crowd go wild!!  Scorpio measures Phenom and blasts him with another superkick!!  The World Champion falls to his knees as Scorpio lands another superkick right to the head!!!  Phenom is out cold as Scorpio collapses on him!!  The referee is up!!!  He makes the count, 1…….2……Phenom gets his foot on the bottom rope stopping the count just in time!!!! SC:  Unbelievable!!!  Every single fan in this arena thought that was the three count!!  What ring awareness from Phenom to get his foot on the rope to stop the count. SJ:  That’s what being a ten year veteran gives you!  Phenom won’t give up the World Title without the fight of his life either, Scorpio isn’t the only one with heart in this match! The crowd are almost as exhausted as the wrestlers as both men are down and hurting in the middle of the ring.  The referee looks to have his senses back and begins to count both men down as the fans begin to clap in time to encourage Scorpio back to his feet!  The canvas is soaked in blood, Scorpio is almost unrecognisable through the crimson mask that covers his face!  Phenom is beaten down and drenched in Scorpio’s blood.  Neither man moves as the referee’s count gets to 5 and the arena is rocking!!  Eventually Scorpio rolls over to his stomach as the count gets to 7.  Phenom begins to stir and as the count reaches 9 both men haul themselves to their feet to a huge crowd reaction!!  Scorpio charges but Phenom grabs him around the neck and lifts him up for the Final Destination!!!!!  Scorpio is able to fight out of it and lands behind the World Champion and drills a kick to the back of his legs knocking him down to his knees.  Scorpio hits the ropes for added momentum and then plants both feet with a sliding kick into the face of Phenom!!!  The crowd are freaking out as Scorpio staggers to the corner and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle.  He’s too hurt though and makes slow progress as Phenom gets to his feet and cuts Scorpio off with a forearm shot to the back.  He climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and positions Scorpio on his shoulder!!  The crowd watch on in awe as Phenom leaps off the second turnbuckle and drives Scorpio into the mat with a Death Valley Driver!!!  Phenom rolls over and drapes an arm across Scorpio’s chest, 1…….2……Scorpio rolls his shoulder up at the last possible second to a huge crowd pop!!!    SC:  What is it going to take for one of these men to win this match?!  I can’t believe Scorpio kicked out after all the punishment he has taken! SJ:  That’ll be the last kick out that little twerp makes tonight, that’s for damn sure! Phenom can’t believe it.  He looks down at the blood covered Scorpio in utter disbelief as the crowd chant the challengers name!!  Phenom sneers as he drags Scorpio to his feet and grabs him around the neck for the Final Destination!!!  The crowd gaps as Phenom heaves Scorpio up in the air and plants him with the choke slam in the middle of the ring!!!!  Phenom drops onto him with the cover, 1………2…..Scorpio kicks out again!!!  The crowd reaction is off the charts as Phenom stares at the referee in total shock!  The crowd are near riot point as Phenom drags the bloody and battered Scorpio to his feet.  He signals for the Final Destination again and grabs Scorpio around the throat!  He heaves him in the air but somehow Scorpio turns the chokeslam attempt into a roll up!!  The referee makes the count, 1……2…..Phenom kicks out!!  The two men stagger to their feet, Phenom swings a clothesline but Scorpio ducks and nails a huge superkick to the jaw of the World Champion!!!  The crowd roar as Scorpio hits another big superkick that knocks Phenom silly!  He lets out a yell and somehow plants Phenom with the Paparazzi Flash to an incredible crowd pop!!!  This has to be it, 1……..2……Phenom kicks out!!!  Scorpio is up quickly as Phenom is on his knees, running knee to the head by Scorpio!  He quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a corkscrew moonsault on to Phenom!!!  The crowd count along with the referee as Scorpio makes the cover, 1…….2…..Phenom just rolls his shoulder up in time!!!  The crowd are all on their feet as Scorpio drags Phenom up and goes for the Paparazzi Flash again, but Phenom blocks it and grabs Scorpio around the neck, FINAL DESTINATION!!!!!! Phenom collapses onto Scorpio and makes the cover, 1……..2……Scorpio rolls his shoulder up at 2 and 7/8!!!!!!!  SC:  HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!  SCORPIO KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!  I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING HERE SNOOP!!  THIS CROWD ARE GOING CRAZY!!  WHAT A WORLD TITLE MATCH!!! SJ:  HOW IN THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT FOR A SECOND TIME??  COME ON PHENOM, FINISH THIS LITTLE PUNK OFF!!! The crowd are all on their feet and going wild as a bloody and battered Scorpio looks dead on his back.  Phenom is on his knees next to Scorpio staring at the blood stained mat in front of him.  The crowd begin another chant for Scorpio as Phenom looks down at him and sneers viciously.  He grabs Scorpio by the hair and heaves him up to his feet.  He holds Scorpio up and slaps him in the face repeatedly to some big crowd heat.  Scorpio wobbles and sways as Phenom holds him up and turns to the crowd who boo him loudly.  He grabs Scorpio around the neck and goes for the Final Destination again!!  He heaves Scorpio high in the air but somehow Scorpio wriggles free and lands on his feet and then smashes Phenom with the 'Glitterazi!!!’  Phenom is rocked back as Scorpio charges and hits another ‘Glitterazi!!!’  The crowd pop is huge as Phenom is staggered and Scorpio sets himself and then plants the World Champion with the ‘Paparazzi Flash!!!!’  The crowd reaction is deafening as Scorpio makes the cover on Phenom, 1……..2……Phenom rolls his shoulder up just in time!!!  The crowd are in shock but Scorpio is running on pure adrenaline as he goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle!! SC:  I CAN’T BELIEVE PHENOM KICKED OUT, WHAT THE HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR ONE OF THESE MEN TO WIN THIS INCREDIBLE MATCH?!? SJ:  SCORPIO IS GOING TO THE TOP; THIS COULD BE A BIG MISTAKE. Every single fan in the arena is on their feet as Scorpio gets to the top turnbuckle and signals for the 450 splash!!  He sets himself and leaps, connecting with the move!!!!  But NO!!!!  Phenom has grabbed him around the neck as he landed the move!!!  Phenom stands up with his hand clamped around Scorpio’s neck!!!  FINAL DESTINATION!!!!  PHENOM HOLDS ON!!!!  SECOND FINAL DESTINATION!!!!  PHENOM HOLDS ON AND STANDS BACK UP!!!!  THIRD FINAL DESTINATION!!!!!!  PHENOM MAKES THE COVER, 1……….2……..3!!!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Phenom SJ:  YES, YES, YES!!  PHENOM WINS, PHENOM WINS!! SC:  IT TOOK MULTIPLE ‘FINAL DESTINATION’ CHOKE SLAMS BUT EVENTUALLY PHENOM WAS ABLE TO PIN SCORPIO.  WHAT AN EFFORT FROM BOTH MEN!!  WHAT A DAMN MATCH!! SJ:  WHAT A WORLD CHAMPION!! The crowd are left utterly deflated as Phenom rolls over onto his back and stares up at the lights.  Scorpio hasn’t moved, his face a mask of blood, his chest streaked with red.  Eventually Phenom stands up and the referee hands him the World Title which he snatches away and cradles in his arms as he falls to his knees.  Phenom rolls out of the ring and looks to be heading to the back when he stops.  The crowd are giving Scorpio a standing ovation as he slowly crawls up to his feet using the ropes for support.  The reaction from the TFWF is incredible as the bloody and brutalised Scorpio stands up and signals to the crowd.  On the outside Phenom looks up at the ring with a furious expression on his face.  He drops the World Title belt and makes his way back to the ring. SC:  What the hell is this?  Phenom hasn’t finished with Scorpio!  SJ:  He said he was going to break his bones and make a statement here tonight, looks like that statement is coming up!! SC:  This is utter crap, he won the damn match, enough is enough! Scorpio is still completely dazed as Phenom goes under the ring and removes his trusty baseball bat ‘Louis’ to some monster crowd heat.  Phenom slides in the ring and looks ready to blast Scorpio when suddenly the crowd pop loudly as Aaron Roberts sprints down the ramp from the back!!! SC:  Aaron Roberts has seen enough and he’s here to save his friend!! Roberts slides in the ring but Phenom sees him coming and quickly hops out the ring and lands at ringside with a smirk on his face.  Roberts looks down at him and fires off a volley of trash talk as Scorpio is slumped against the ropes, his head rolling from side to side and blood still seeping out of his head.  Roberts looks across the ring at his long time friend and extends his hand!  The crowd pop is earth shaking as Roberts grabs Scorpio’s head and raises it!!  The crowd love the Desert Sex reunion as Phenom shakes his head in disgust and holds the World Title belt overhead before making his way up the ramp and to the back with a confident smirk on his face. SC:  He may have lost the match here tonight but it looks like Scorpio has at least got his friend back.  It looks like the mind games of Shane Anderson haven’t worked and Aaron Roberts is his own man! SJ:  He’s an idiot.  What’s the point in being friends with a loser like Scorpio? SC:  He just put on the performance of a lifetime Snoop, have some damn respect, this is a great moment. SJ:  Makes me sick! Roberts and Scorpio embrace in the middle of the ring to a great crowd reaction.  Scorpio is utterly dejected and exhausted but Roberts pats him on the back and gives him some words of encouragement.  He holds Scorpio’s arm up again in triumph as the crowd continue to cheer.  Roberts points to the outside for them to leave the ring and Scorpio nods in agreement.  He goes to leave when Roberts stops him.  Scorpio turns around… ‘AGR’ FROM NOWHERE BY ROBERTS ON SCORPIO!!!!!!!!! SC:  WHAT THE HELL? SJ:  NOW THAT IS A GREAT MOMENT!! The crowd are stunned as Roberts stands over Scorpio breathing heavily and looked totally unhinged.  The torrent of booing unleashed by the fans is deafening as Roberts stands over Scorpio and a sick smile begins to form on his face.  SC:  That no good son of a bitch!! After everything Scorpio has been through tonight Roberts does that!  This is just an absolute disgrace! SJ:  Looks to me like Roberts just put the final nail in the coffin of Desert Sex and Scorpio!  SC:  I just can’t believe this!  SJ:  I can’t believe Roberts didn’t do this sooner!  SC:  You really are heartless.  Folks, I’m sorry but we’re almost out of time.  We’re going to have to leave you with this shocking scene but the TFWF will be back in 2011.  Thank you for joining us for Ice Storm 2010.  Thank you for another amazing year in the TFWF, Happy Holiday’s everyone and we’ll see you in 2011! Roberts stands over the unconscious Scorpio with his arms raised in the air in triumph.  The crowd begin to shower the ring with garbage as Roberts laughs loudly and then spits in Scorpio’s face!!  The fans are nearly rioting as Roberts stands over Scorpio and poses as the footage fades to black.