December 30th 2011 - FedEx Forum - Memphis, Tennessee
[FLASHBACK: SCENES OF MDK’S ARRIVAL IN THE T.F.W.F. ARE SHOWN ALONGSIDE WITH EACH MEMBER OF THE CIRCUS AND THE MOMENT THEY ANNOUNCEMENT THEY WOULD JOIN THE T.F.W.F.. SCENES OF THE DESTRUCTION OF MAYHEM AND ITS PEOPLE ARE SHOWN, THE OUSTING OF EARL, THE FACT THE ORC WERE EFFECTIVELY RUNNING THE T.F.W.F. AND FINALLY...MICHAEL THUNDER CASHING IN HIS GOLDEN TICKET TO BECOME THE WORLD CHAMPION FOLLOWED BY THE WALK OUT ON THE T.F.W.F.. HIGHLIGHTED FUTHER TEAM ANGEL AND ITS MEMBERS INCLUDING THE RELUCTANT CRAZYMAN...THE NEXT IMAGE IS OF JACK BENEVOLENCE WITH THE WORDS ‘FRIEND OR FOE’ UNDERNEATH IT. THE FINAL SHOT IS OF THE ICE STORM 2011 POSTER...] *’CHINA WHITE’ – SCORPIONS PLAYS* (PYROS EXPLODE ALL OVER THE FEDEX FORUM IN MEMPHIS, TENNESSE. A NOTICEABLE SECTION OF THE AREA HAS BEEN TARPED OFF AS IT APPEARS THE PLACE IS NOT SOLD OUT. AFTER PICKING UP SIGNS SUCH AS ‘TONIGHT IS TFWF’S NIGHT’, ‘THIS IS OUR BABE RUTH HOMERUN’, ‘I CAME TO SEE THE CIRCUS BURNT DOWN’. FOR THOSE IN ATTENDANCE THEY ARE VERY VOCAL, A HOT AND ENTHUSIASTIC CROWD BEFORE THE SHOT SETTLES ON THE COMMENTARY TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES AT RINGSIDE.) SJ: This place is fricking empty... SC: Would you allow me to do the intro? SJ: What’s the point... SC: Ok...well thank you ladies and gentlemen of the T.F.W.F. Galaxy who tonight as you can see are taking a chance with their PPV order, a chance that The One Ring Circus who have shook the very foundations of the T.F.W.F. will in fact be here tonight. One an elimination match encompassing 5 of their members...the other part of the Main Event the reigning if you can call him that World Heavyweight Champion Michael Thunder defending against that snake in the grass Jack Benevolence...I honestly would love to be sat here folks and tell you all to expect an amazing night, but at this stage we just have no idea what we are going to get. We can confirm...Jack Benevolence as seen on the T.F.W.F. Facebook page has been paid half a million dollars by the T.F.W.F. to ensure his attendance here tonight and sources close to us say if Michael Thunder does not arrive someone from either the T.F.W.F. Executive Estate Holdings...or the Championship Committee will announce Jack Benevolence as the new World Champion. SJ: Wait, so we have paid a guy 500,000 dollars to stand in the ring and be given the biggest prize in our industry. Man, not only do we not sell tickets, we have apparently have MC Hammer running our finance department. SC: Snoop, I think we need to get positive about this. SJ: Positive? Positive? Listen here Scoop...I unlike you I am use to a certain lifestyle and right now because of this stinky company here...I can no longer eat at TGI Fridays! SC: A few meals wouldn’t go a miss anyways... SJ: A FAT JOKE! AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!! I AM OUT OF HERE!!! SC: Fine... SJ: Wait...I am kind of tired from walking down the ramp earlier...let me rest up for a bit... SC: (ignoring Snoop)...Whatever the state of play with our Double Main Event tonight, on behalf of the T.F.W.F. wrestlers, the guys behind the scenes and everyone involved in this company...thank you for those loyal fans who have taken a chance on us tonight whether in attendance or on PPV. We have got some amazing action to look forward to... SJ: We have? SC: ... SJ: What? SC: ...including all of our prestigious Championships on the line... SJ: Except the big one...and of course the one Georgie Nickles has also hijacked... SC: ...so without a further wait, let’s see how action developed between the Team of the San Diego Seagulls and Old School Style... SJ: This match? Are we TRYING TO SELL PPVS OR WHAT! San Diego Seagulls vs Old School Style [FLASHBACK: CUT BACK TO AUTUMN ANNHILATION WHERE WE SEE CLIPS OF THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S TO THE TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH. OLD SCHOOL STYLE AND THE SAN DIEGO SEAGULLS ARE ELIMINATED FROM THE MATCH AND WE SEE A RIVALRY BUILDING BETWEEN THE TWO TEAMS AS THE WEEKS FOLLOWING AUTUMN ANNHILATION GO ON. APB IS SHOWN TALKING TO OLD SCHOOL STYLE TRYING TO LIGHT A FIRE IN THEM. WHEN HE SUCCEEDS WE SEE OLD SCHOOL GOING OUT OF THEIR WAY TO MAKE SURE THEY GET THEIR MATCH WITH THE SEA GULLS. SO AT ICE STORM, WE WILL SEE A GRUDGE MATCH BETWEEN OLD SCHOOL STYLE AND THE SEA GULLS, WHICH TEAM WILL TAKE THE BEST OF THE OPPORTUINTY TO PROVE THEMSELVES?] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'FELL INTO YOUR SHOES' - CHEVELLE PLAYS* (NICE POP. KATE AND CHARLIE RUN ONTO THE STAGE WITH VARIOUS SAN DIEGO IMAGES ON THEIR TRON BEFORE THE FAMED SEA GULLS LOGO APPEARS. THEY RUN DOWN TO THE RING WITH THEIR HIGH OCTANE ENERGY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring from La Jolla, California...weighing 342 pounds...Kate Horton...Charlie Scripps...The San Diego Sea Gulls!!! SC: A few rumours speculating reference the Gulls temporary contract being up after this PPV. Having to show something tonight or it could be the last time they are on T.F.W.F. PPV or indeed television... SJ: I heard the city of San Diego demanded that they change their name to the Edmonton Emus... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And their opponents... *'WHAT' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE FLANKED BY MOSS AND JORDAN OF OLD SCHOOL STYLE. THEIR FAMED TRON VIDEO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE THREE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING WITH PURPOSE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by their trainer APB...at a total combined weight of 464 pounds...Adam Moss...Sean Jordan...Old School Style!!! SC: Well APB has been onto The Old School Style about getting back into the hunt, later tonight he looks to lead by example. SJ: Well, most malls in America are looking for a fat guy in a suit and a chipper elf...so at least they got something to look forward to. The match starts off with the two teams deciding who will be starting off in the match. Eventually it’s decided that those two would be Sean Jordan and Charlie Scripps. As soon as the bell rings, Jordan takes off running and quickly leaps into Charlie with a flying forearm. Charlie instantly hops back up to his feet but is taken back down with a snap suplex which is followed up with a springboard splash. The crowd roar with approval after seeing Jordan’s rush and Jordan gets back to his feet to hype up the crowd. Jordan measures up Charlie as he slowly brings himself back up to his feet. Jordan meets Charlie with a dropkick that sends Charlie tumbling into Old School’s turnbuckle. Jordan tags Moss in and the two work together to successfully hit a double clothesline. Moss instantly goes for the cover here, 1...2... Charlie kicks out. Moss doesn’t really seem all that concerned with Charlie kicking out as he just drags Charlie up to his feet where Moss instantly starts laying into Charlie with the jabs and hooks that has the crowd cheering alongside with every blow. With a dazed Charlie standing in front of him, Moss picks him up and instantly sends Charlie crashing back down to the mat with a scoop slam. Moss takes a few steps back before bouncing off the ropes behind the two and coming back looking for a knee drop, but Charlie rolls out of the way of the blow and rolls back up to his feet. Moss is back to his feet too and goes for a clothesline to knock Charlie back to the mat, but Charlie avoids it with a swift motion and is able to knock Moss back down with an enziguri to the displeasing of APB and all of the fans supporting Old School Style. Charlie is able to make it back to his corner where he tags in Kate. Kate instantly hops into the ring and lays into Moss with a few quick stops before leaping up to the top rope as the dazed Moss pushed himself back up to his feet. When finally standing, Moss turns to look for Kate, and is hit with a flying crossbody! Kate manages to pin Moss’ shoulders down as the ref begins to count the cover, 1...2... Kate goes flying off of Moss as Moss uses all his force to kick out of that one. Moss and Kate both return to their feet after that one and trade quick blows before Moss seems to get the upperhand and clutches Kate by the throat and goes to lift her off the mat. When Kate is in midair, she uses her quick think to slam a foot into Moss’ gut and pushes herself away, giving her enough time to compost herself and launch with a rolling wheel kick that sends Moss crashing to the mat again. Going on the attack, Kate locks in a boston crab on Moss while he’s placed around the center of the ring. Kate puts all her strength into locking in the hold effectively before Moss lets out a yell of pain as he struggles to try to get to the ropes, but it seems to be no use as Kate just pulls back harder on the legs. Moss seems to be within tapping here but with APB, Jordan, and the crowd are cheering him on here as we hear a shout of anger from Moss as his veins pop out a bit as he uses all his strength to fight the hold and fling Kate right off his back. Kate goes tumbling towards a corner and uses it to catch herself. SC: Good performance out here tonight by both teams so far, but I thinking Old School Style really came out here with a purpose for this one. SJ: This is still just a bore, even APB said it himself, Old School Style have done nothing but fail time and time again, what makes you think tonight will be any different? SC: Because of that reason. Old School Style are out here tonight to prove themselves as one of the best tag team in TFWF right now! Our match continues on with Moss pushing back up to his feet as Kate is leaning in the corner. Seeing Moss standing now, Kate takes a charge at him but Moss is quick to react and Kate gets slammed down by a nice shoulder block. Moss quickly pulls Kate back up to her feet and throws her to the Old School corner where Jordan is tagged in again. The two do a nice powerbomb/top rope splash combo, and Jordan quickly goes for the cover, 1...2... NO! Charlie breaks up the pin attempt to save the Sea Gulls from humiliation. Moss gets back into the ring and clotheslines Charlie over the ropes before anymore damage is done by him. With Moss and Charlie fighting on the outside, we see Jordan turn his full attention onto Kate as she starts to pull herself up with some help from the rops. Once she is standing, Jordan throws her at the ropes and when she bounces back, he hits a dropkick that sends Kate falling to the mat again. Seeing his opportunity for something big here, Jordan climbs out to the rign apron and watch as Kate pushes herself back up to her feet, with a yell to face him, Jordan leaps up to the top rope and springboards to Kate who was now facing him and connects hard with the springboard lariat! Jordan quickly drops for the cover, 1....2... NO! Kate somehow manages to kick out of this one! With both Moss and Charlie just returning to their corners now after the brawl, we see Charlie begging Kate to make the tag. Jordan has none of that though and drags Kate over to the area near the Old School corner. With Kate lying on the mat, Jordan decides to go high up and climbs the turnbuckle. With Kate still out, Jordan takes flight with a splash attempt, but Kate puts her knees up and they connect hard with Jordan’s gut. Everyone seems to cringe at the same time as Jordan rolls away in some serious pain, but with Kate now just mere inches away from making the tag, Jordan fights the pain off. He makes it over to Kate before she makes the tag and then tries to drag her away again, but this time Kate rolls to her back and kicks up a leg as her foot connects to Jordan’s jaw! He goes reeling back as Kate makes one last leap, making the tag to Charlie! Charlie comes charging in the ring right away and looks for a quick clothesline on Jordan but Jordan ducks this attempt and meets Charlie with a couple of jabs before following up with an enziguri! The crowd cheer as Old School Style seem to be in full control of this match. We see Jordan pull Charlie up to his feet and Jordan throws him at the Old School Style corner where Moss is tagged in and Old School head to the center of the ring where they hit a legsweep/STO combination to the roar of the crowd. Old School Style fist bump as APB points out to them and merely says ‘You got this!’ before walking away from ringside and leaving to the back. SJ: See, APB is so disappointed with those fools he’s just going to walk to the back and abandon them! What a shame. SC: Idiot. APB obviously left just now as a sign of respect to his students. They’ve been having a great match and APB is acknowledging that by leaving it to them to finish the battle. SJ: Wouldn’t it be hilarious if everything blows up in Old School Style’s faces right now? I’d get a good laugh! Better than being bored to death by these pathetic teams. SC: WILL YOU STOP! The match continues with Jordan returning to the corner as he watches APB leave with a smirk, as Moss gets back to work with beating down Charlie. Not thinking that they had dealt enough damage yet apparently, Moss doesn’t go for the cover yet and picks Charlie back up to his feet. Moss throws him at the ropes behind him and when Charlie rebounds towards Moss, Moss hits him with a powerful lariat that sends Charlie crashing into the mat with a thud. Moss roars out to the cheering crowd and then waits as Charlie gets back to his feet. Once Charlie is standing and turns over to face Moss, he is met with a straight punch with the signature explosion noise following it before Moss locks Charlie in a bear hug looking to close out the match. Charlie struggles with pain being visible from his eyes. Charlie yells out a bit as he tries to get struggle out of the hold but Moss keeps the hold held in and Charlie seems to be fading. But with one last rush of energy, Charlie hits Moss with one strong punch that sends the big man reeling back as he’s forced to let go of the hold. Charlie takes the opportunity to charge at Moss with a flying forearm that keeps making Moss back up until he is against the ropes. Once Moss is against the ropes, resting to get back some energy, Charlie takes a few steps back before charging and hitting Moss with a dropkick that sends Moss tumbling over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Charlie then gets back to his feet and charges to the ropes behind him before being sent running to the side Moss is standing on. Charlie leaps into the air and comes crashing down on Moss! The two are left on the outside and both Jordan and Kate join the scene to make sure neither of them try to get involved with the two as Charlie pushes himself back up to his feet. Charlie drags Moss up as Jordan and Kate return to their corners. Charlie throws Moss back into the ring but positions his body so that Moss’ head is pointed out to the ringside area. Charlie instantly climbs up to the ring apron and looks to add some extra damage to Moss. Charlie leaps into the air looking for a leg drop but he doesn’t count on Moss moving which happens and Charlie goes crashing into the apron with his legs before crashing to the ring side area. As the crowd ooo feeling Charlie’s pain. Moss stands in the ring looking out at Charlie who’s slowly pushing himself up and taunts him to get the crowd cheering along. SC: Ouch, that one looked like a nasty fall for Scripps! SJ: Who the hell knew that Adam Moss could move that fast! I mean, maybe if there was food in the ring that he had to get to, but man, did he ever move! SC: And there are the fat jokes... you’re so damn predictable. Scripps seems to be in some pain on the outside of the ring, but Moss takes the opportunity to tag in the refreshed Jordan who instantly heads to the outside to meet Charlie on the outside of the ring. Jordan gets some quick stomps and then picks Charlie back up to his feet, ready to toss him into the ring. Jordan rolls Charlie into the ring and positions him on the apron in the manor that Charlie had Moss moments ago. Jordan then connects with an elbow to Charlie’s forehead which causes Charlie to roll back into the ring with some serious pain. Jordan looks amused and yells out “That’s how it’s done!” as if to make fun of Charlie’s screw up a few seconds ago. Jordan gets back into the ring in the Old School Style corner and perches himself on top of the turnbuckle. When Charlie manages to push himself back to his feet he turns to where the taunting Jordan is set up. Jordan takes flight and looks to hit a Spear from the top rope, but Charlie dodges it by side stepping and pushes Jordan down to the mat for a horrible crash! With Jordan down near the center of the ring now, Charlie takes the opportunity to lock in the Labelle Lock and before Moss even has a chance to get in the ring, Jordan is tapping out due to the extreme amount of pain. Winners, via submission: The San Diego Seagulls (THE CROWD APPLAUD THE TWO TEAMS ON A VERY GOOD MATCH AS SCRIPPS AND HORTON CELEBRATE IN THE RING WITH MOSS CHECKING ON JORDAN. SCRIPPS GOES OVER TO THE RINGSIDE AREA AND ASKS FOR A MICROPHONE FROM THE RING CREW. THE CROWD QUIET DOWN AS SCRIPPS RETURNS TO THE CENTER OF THE RING SO THEY CAN HEAR WHAT HE HAS TO SAY.) CS: Well, that was one of the best Tag Team matches that we’ve had in a long while, I think it’s safe to say that! (THE CROWD CHEER AND APPLAUD THE SEAGULLS, COMPLETELY AGREEING THAT IT WAS A GOOD MATCH.) CS: The fact is though, with this win we think that we’ve proved ourselves enough. Kate and I have been through all the indy feds and impressed there and then came to TFWF looking for a challenge. We found that in Old School Style and since we’ve won tonight... (CHARLIE PASSES OFF THE MICROPHONE TO KATE, THINKING THAT SHE WOULD WANT TO GET THE LAST FEW WORDS IN.) KH: The San Diego Seagulls are announcing their leave from TFWF tonight as well as wrestling as a whole. Thank you all so much for supporting us through our careers, I hope we did enough to keep you all proud of us! (THE CROWD ARE IN A STATE OF SHOCK AT FIRST BUT THEN APPLAUSE AND CHEERS BREAK THROUGH AND THE SEAGULLS BOTH WAVES AND POINT OUT TO THE CROWD AS IF TO THANK THEM. THEY THEN TURN AROUND AND SEE OLD SCHOOL STYLE NOW BACK UP TO THEIR FEET STARING ON AT THE SEAGULLS. BOTH SCRIPPS AND HORTON GO INTO A STANCE AS IF EXPECTING OLD SCHOOL STYLE TO POUNCE AT THEM, BUT SUDDENLY JORDAN AND MOSS BOTH STICK THEIR HANDS OUT, OFFERING A SHAKE. HORTON AND SCRIPPS LOOK TO EACH OTHER AS IF IT CAUGHT THEM OFF GUARD THEN SHAKE THE HANDS IN FRONT OF THEM. WE CUT AWAY WITH OLD SCHOOL STYLE RAISING THE SEAGULLS’ ARMS IN VICTORY.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE OPEN TO THE PARKING LOT OF THE FEDEX FORUM AS THE WHEELS OF A LIMOUSINE ROLL INTO SHOT, SOON BEING JOINED BY THE REST OF THE VEHICLE AS THE CAMERA PANS BACK. IMMEDIATELY THE CROWD BEGIN TO BOO AS THE ‘SIN CITY WRESTLING’ LOGO IS SHOWN ADORNED ON THE SIDE OF THE LIMO, AND THE CAMERA PANS AROUND AS SNIFF IS SEEN RUNNING INTO SHOT.) SN: Ladies and gentlemen, the two main events of this pay-per-view have been called into doubt since the One Ring Circus first walked out of the TFWF, but an SCW limo has just pulled up… does this mean the show is officially on? (HE WAITS BY THE BACK DOOR AS A CHAUFFEUR STEPS OUT FROM THE FRONT AND WALKS AROUND TO THE BACK, OPENING THE DOOR. FINALLY A FOOT STEPS OUT, REVEALING IT TO BE NONE OTHER THAN MDK -- WHO GETS A MIX OF BOOS FROM THE CROWD, BEFORE THEY REALISE HIS APPEARANCE MEANS THE MAIN EVENTS ARE ON, AND THEY GIVE A SLIGHT CHEER! HE IS SOON FOLLOWED BY THE TFWF UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION MICHAEL THUNDER, DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION GEORGIE NICKLES, RICK RAMPAGE, VIKTOR KOVALENKO, AND SEAN PANACHE. THE ENTIRE ONE RING CIRCUS SMIRK AS THEY SURVEY THE PARKING LOT, AND SNIFF APPROACHES THEM.) SN: MDK, as the Leader of the One Ring Circus, can you confirm you’re here to wrestle in the five on five elimination match against Team Angel, and that Michael Thunder will be defending the World Heavyweight Championship against Jack Benevolence? (MDK SLOWLY TURNS HIS HEAD TO SNIFF, BEFORE HE LAUGHS ONCE AND HEADS OFF TOWARDS THE DOORS. HE IS FOLLOWED BY THUNDER, NICKLES, KOVALENKO AND PANACHE AS RAMPAGE STANDS IN FRONT OF HIM. FINALLY RAMPAGE SMIRKS BEFORE HE SHOVES SNIFF BACK AGAINST THE LIMOUSINE, CRASHING THE INTERVIEWER AGAINST THE STEEL OF THE VEHICLE AS HE FALLS TO THE FLOOR, AND RAMPAGE TURNS TO LEAVE.) RR: The One Ring Circus is here to dominate, that’s all you need to know, TFWF scum. (THE CROWD BOO RAMPAGE’S ACTIONS AS HE TOO WALKS OFF, LEAVING A HURT-LOOKING RAMPAGE LAID OUT BY THE LIMOUSINE HOLDING HIS BACK IN PAIN.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well it certainly seems the ORC is here to fight, and we’ve got to at least focus on the positives that our PPV is going ahead tonight here folks! Not to mention the TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship is back in the TFWF and we can at least hope that Jack Benevolence of all people is able to bring it back where it belongs permanently. SJ: THEY GET A DAMN LIMO! WHERE’S MY LIMO?! SC: You know as well as I do that we get perks like health insurance and subsidised hotel accommodation, I’m sure we can forgo a limousine! Not to mention with our financial difficulties thanks to the ORC and Jack Benevolence we’ve all got to sacrifice to get by… SJ: Well YOU might need health insurance but some of us would be happier with limos. Someone get me the number for all SCW vacancies, I don’t care if I have to work my way up from being the tea lady, I’m jumping! SC: You couldn’t jump if the biscuits were on the damn top shelf. SJ: How dare y-- SC: Coming up next folks we have what’s set to be one hell of an exciting contest as two of the best in the Light-Heavyweight division as they go at it for the Championship at the very top of that division! Jose Ramon has been on a roll as champion, but following his win at Autumn Annihilation the Masked Marvel has managed to get himself into the #1 contendership spot against his former partner. We’ve seen everything from brawling to an entire presidential campaign, but coming up next it’s down to who can wrestle the best and who can walk out Light-Heavyweight Champion… it’s Ramon vs. Marvel! T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match: Jose Ramon (c) vs The Masked Marvel [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF MOMENTS WHERE MARVEL LOOKS ON AT RAMON CARRYING THE LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE, ANNOYANCE ON HIS FACE BEFORE HE GIVES RAMON THE CHALLENGE ON THE LAST TORCHER OF THE YEAR. RAMON SHOWS A THOUGHTFUL LOOK AS WE CUT TO A PICTURE OF MARVEL ON A POSTER WITH A PRESIDENTIAL FANFARE PLAYING. WE SHOW THE HIGHLIGHTS OF RAMON AS HE GATHERS MARVEL IN THE CENTER OF THE RING BEFORE KNOCKING HIM OUT AND PUTTING HIM IN THE DONKEY SUIT. THE FINAL SHOT SHOWS A PICTURE OF MARVEL AND RAMON TOGETHER AS A TEAM 3 YEARS AGO BEFORE IT SPLITS APART AS IT FADES ON THE IMAGE OF THE TWO FACES TURNED TO EACH OTHER AND SCOWLING.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'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: Marvel was expecting this to be a night of epic moments...instead the prankster Jose Ramon had one over on him. SJ: It is a complete disgrace what Ramon has done to Marvel...Marvel was telling me earlier, that nothing will stop the 'Marvel Motor' on it's way to the White House. JH: And his 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 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: Ramon will have the speed factor in this one, Marvel of course more of a submission based cruiserweight wrestler. SJ: Ramon looks like he has been sticking his damn finger down his throat he is that thin...didn't realize we awarded the painfully thin with Championships. Marvel and Ramon circle each other warily as Marvel grabs Ramon into a headlock, bringing him over while holding on tightly. Ramon attempts to roll out, but Marvel moves and changes from a headlock to a reverse chin lock. Ramon slides around until he gets enough leverage to get to his feet as he shoves Marvel to the ropes, leapfrogging over Marvel on the rebound before catching him with a quick arm drag. Marvel though quickly rolls to his feet, only for Ramon to catch him with a leg sweep as he moves into a quick cover. 1… Marvel kicks out quickly, grabbing Ramon into a headlock takeover and bringing him over his back into a side headlock hold on the mat. Ramon reaches around with his free arm until he manages to grab hold of the bottom rope. The referee warns Marvel, instructing him to break up the hold. Marvel reluctantly complies, moving to kick at Ramon’s hand to break his grip on the rope. Marvel breaks Ramon’s hold before lifting him up and setting him up for a suplex, but Ramon blocks it after two attempts and twists himself behind Marvel as he shoves Marvel into the ropes, catching him with a hurracanrana on the rebound! Marvel slowly staggers to his feet as Ramon charges at him, taking him down with a flying head scissors. As Marvel slowly gets to his feet while leaning on the ropes, Ramon charges at him and knocks him over with a flying clothesline, sending him flying to the outside. Ramon slides out of the ring as he moves around Marvel, wary as he gets Marvel to his feet. He uses a few shots to Marvel’s head to stun him as he props him up against the security barricade, leaping up onto the ring apron before turning to face Marvel. Ramon leaps off with a spin kick towards Marvel, but Marvel ducks at the last moment as Ramon comes down hard onto his lower region. Ramon holds on, grimacing in pain before sliding down the barrier back to the ring side. Marvel looks to see the referee’s count at 6 as he lifts Ramon up from the ground, rolling him back into the ring before following suit himself. He makes the cover. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! SC: An early mistake by Ramon may cost him his lengthy title reign. SJ: For once I’m actually speechless with that injury to Ramon. SC: Finally, he feels the pain of another individual! SJ: No, it’s not that – I’m just stunned fly-boy actually had the body part to injure! Marvel lifts Ramon to a seated position, putting him into a modified sleeper hold as he keeps Ramon to the ground. Ramon struggles to get himself out, Marvel keeping him locked down tight onto the ground. Ramon reaches out his hand to anything as the referee checks to see if Ramon is knocked out when the arm drops down. 1… the Arm is lifted up and falls flat. 2… the Arm falls down, but slightly slower. Thr – no! Ramon slowly brings his arm up, raising himself along with the cheers from the fans as he slowly pulls himself to his feet, Marvel holding on with the modified sleeper. Ramon manages a few shots to the ribs of Marvel with his elbow before lifting him up and dropping him back down with a belly to back suplex. Marvel rolls to his feet before charging Ramon into the corner. Marvel delivers a few punches before taking a few steps back. He charges at the corner with a clothesline, but at the last minute Ramon rolls out of the way as Marvel connects with the corner. Ramon quickly grabs Marvel into a headlock and runs up the corner before dropping Marvel with a modified running bulldog. He makes the cover. 1… 2… - kick out! Ramon uses some momentum to nail Marvel with a running dropkick to the face, making another cover. 1… 2…th – kick out! Ramon lifts Marvel up into a seated position before leaping over him with a modified neck snap, bringing Marvel down onto his own knees before his head snaps back to the canvas. Ramon makes the cover, hooking the legs. 1…2… thr – shoulder up! Ramon lifts Marvel to his feet, using his punches to back Marvel into the corner as he backs away a few feet. He charges at Marvel, preparing to monkey flip him out of the corner. Marvel manages to catch Ramon and turn their position around so Ramon is sitting on the top turnbuckle. Marvel goes for a right, but Ramon blocks it and delivers one of his own. Marvel spins around dazed as Ramon climbs to the top. As Marvel turns around, Ramon leaps off attempting a hurracanrana, only for Marvel to catch him and deliver a modified powerbomb. He sits into the cover. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Marvel pulls Ramon to his feet as he whips him into the ropes. He prepares to catch Ramon into a side slam, but Ramon counters as he whips around Marvel with a head scissors. Marvel however counters as he drops Ramon face first with a reverse powerbomb. Marvel turns Ramon over as he covers the shoulders. 1… 2… thr – kick out! Marvel slaps the mat in frustration as he lifts Ramon to his feet, propping him onto the ropes. Marvel measures Ramon before delivering a hard chop across the chest. Marvel jaws at the crowd as he measures Ramon for another hard chop across the chest. Marvel then tosses Ramon to the other ropes, holding on as he follows with him and delivers a hard knee to the gut. But Ramon flips over Marvel’s knee and quickly wraps him up in a school boy! Ramon with the cover. 1… 2… th – kick out! Ramon slowly gets to his feet along with Marvel as he blocks a right hand before delivering one of his own and following up with another right. He attempts to whip Marvel into the ropes, but Marvel reverses him. Ramon ducks under a clothesline attempt by Marvel, then a second on the rebound before he comes charging off another rebound and catches Marvel into a tornado DDT, both men falling to the mat exhausted, the referee beginning his count. SC: And Ramon taking Marvel down after a long period of being held down by Marvel. SJ: First it’s unfair treatment to minorities, now this slander of ‘being held down.’ It’s unconstitutional, I tell you! Call in the Supreme Court Justices so they can remind the referee just how illegal Ramon’s behaving right now! SC: How is what he’s doing illegal? SJ: He’s putting his hands on the man who’s going to be remembered as a founding father of our country. SC: You’re actually putting him in the same breath as George Washington? SJ: Please, what did he do that Marvel won’t do better? SC: Liberate a country? SJ: Exactly! Washington did it with the limey, tea-drinking English, and now Marvel is going to do the same when he liberates us from Obama! SC: … you know that was all a scam by Ramon, right? SJ: Oh please, like flyboy could ever manipulate anyone into believing something not true. Ramon and Marvel slowly pull themselves up, avoiding the ten count. Ramon charges at Marvel, who flips him over his head. Ramon manages to spin in mid-air and land on the apron, behind Marvel. He spins Marvel, then blocks a right hand as he delivers a right of his own. Ramon leaps onto the top rope and jumps at Marvel, landing a modified head scissors. As Marvel gets to his feet, Ramon flips him over with a hip toss, then catches him as he gets to his feet with a quick arm drag. Ramon gets to his feet quickly as he uses a dropkick to knock Marvel back into the turnbuckle. Ramon charges towards Marvel, leaping right at him. Marvel manages to duck Ramon and roll out of the way, while Ramon catches himself on the second turnbuckle. Marvel turns to charge at Ramon, but Ramon leaps off and twists in mid-air until he lands on Marvel with a body press. The referee makes the count. 1… 2… 3-NO!! Marvel manages to kick out at the last second. Ramon slowly pulls Marvel to his feet, then lifts him up slightly before dropping him down with an inverted atomic drop, quickly snapping Marvel over his head with a northern lights suplex as he holds on with the bridge. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! Ramon slaps the mat in frustration before lifting Marvel up to his feet, wrapping him into a standing armbar. Ramon holds him into the armbar before he leaps up and lands with a legdrop across the back of Marvel’s neck. Ramon turns him around for the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Ramon starts to grab at Marvel, but Marvel quickly drops Ramon with a drop toe hold before he moves to setup for the Marvel lock! But Ramon quickly kicks himself out of Marvel’s grasp. Ramon rolls to his feet as Marvel bounces off the ropes, and Ramon goes for the Take Five! But Marvel catches Ramon’s foot, holding out in front of him as he starts mocking him. Ramon leaps with the other foot, pushing Marvel away with a modified dropkick and knocking him out of the ring. Ramon watches as Marvel slowly gets to his feet as he runs right towards Marvel, diving over the ropes with a swanton over the ropes as he connects! Ramon and Marvel both stumble on the ground, trying to get to their feet as the referee begins the count. After four both men pull themselves up with the apron, but Marvel attempts a right hand which Ramon blocks. But Marvel ducks Ramon’s return punch as he grabs him in a sleeper hold before dropping him down hard to the ground outside! Marvel manages to grab Ramon’s limp body and roll him into the ring as he limps in himself before making the cover. 1… 2… 3-no, shoulder up!! Marvel looks around wild-eyed as he walks over to Ramon’s legs, trash-talking while attempting to turn Ramon over. Ramon turns one way, then another slightly before he grabs around Marvel’s waist with his legs and flips him over with a modified body scissors. Marvel gets barely to his feet, bending over to catch his breath as Ramon manages to get a running start and flips over Marvel, attempting to bring him down with a sunset flip. But Marvel drops down into a cover! 1… 2… – Ramon counters, managing to bring Marvel over with the sunset flip! 1… 2… kick out! Ramon goes flying out of the way with the force of Marvel kicking out as Marvel manages to flip to his feet while Ramon rolls up to his feet. Ramon and Marvel exchange right hands with Ramon winning the battle before Marvel ducks an attempt by Ramon, kicking at his bad knee as he attempts to hold him in a sleeper hold. But Ramon quickly shifts his weight and flips Marvel over his shoulders with a modified fireman’s carry. Ramon attempts the Take Five once more, but Marvel once again catches Ramon’s foot from his face, jawing at him. Ramon attempts to knock Marvel out with an enziguri, but Marvel ducks and quickly locks Ramon’s legs down, locking him up with the Marvel Lock! Ramon reaches around desperately, trying to grab hold of anything and everything that can get him out, but eventually is forced to tap out as the bell rings and the referee raises Marvel’s hand! SC:The Masked Marvel ends Ramon’s lengthy reign with the title, and sadly does it fair and square. SJ:Justice will always prevail, Scoop! Marvel said he was the superior partner, said he was the rightful champion, and tonight he proved it! SC:Not for nothing, Ramon gave him one hell of a fight and it may not be long before we see gold back around his waist. Winner, via submission and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: The Masked Marvel Marvel grabs the title and thrusts it into the air as the crowd boos. He drops out of the ring and walks up the aisle holding the belt like a true Champion as Jose tends to his injuries in the ring. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (ACTION CUTS TO THE REAR ENTRANCE OF THE ARENA BACKSTAGE.  WE SEE BETH MCCAIN STANDING WITH A MIC IN HAND AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OF SOMEONE. THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN AND JOEL ‘CRAZYMAN’ BRYANT STEPS THROUGH TO A BIG REACTION FROM THE CROWD IN THE ARENA.  BETH QUICKLY APPROACHES BRYANT IN FULL ON INTERVIEWER MODE.) BMC:  Joel, Joel, could I have a few moments of your time? (BRYANT STOPS IN FRONT OF MCCAIN AND SIGHS.  HE DROPS HIS BAG TO THE GROUND AND THEN TURNS TO FACE HER.) JB:  Make it quick, I’ve got some ORC garbage to take out tonight. (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CHEER THIS STATEMENT AS BRYANT LOOKS SUPER INTENSE AHEAD OF THE HUGE MAIN EVENT MATCH.) BMC:  Joel, there’s been a lot of speculation in recent weeks about you and your standing on Team TFWF.  Can you confirm to the fans at home that you are 100% behind Fallen Angel here tonight as you prepare to battle the ORC? (BRYANT SNEERS AND SHAKES HIS HEAD.) JB:  No one needs to worry about where I stand Beth.  I’m here aren’t I? BMC:  Yes, but your reluctance to join Fallen Angel’s team has many people speculating that… (BRYANT CUTS HER OFF WITH A WAVE OF HIS HAND.) JB:  People can speculate all they want.  The fact is I don’t particularly like Fallen Angel.  I don’t really trust the man either.  But if I am going to rid professional wrestling of the cancer that is the ORC and get some revenge for the injuries they’ve inflicted on me, then I’ll fight WITH Fallen Angel tonight.  But get one thing right, I don’t fight FOR him.  I only fight for myself.  Angel wanted me on his team?  I’m here but don’t mistake that for me following the mighty leader.  I’m here for me and me only and if anyone gets in my way or stops me from eliminating the ORC…then you’re going to see just how god damn crazy I can really be! (BETH GOES TO ASK ANOTHER QUESTION BUT BRYANT HAS ALREADY PICKED UP HIS BAGS AND WALKS AWAY FROM THE SCENE.  BETH TURNS TO ADDRESS THE VIEWERS.) BMC:  There you have it folks, Joel Bryant is here and ready for a war with the ORC but the obvious tensions between Bryant and Fallen Angel remain.  Back to you at ringside. (RINGSIDE.) SC:  Very interesting words there from Joel Bryant.  Seems to me it’s a case of him teaming with who he considers the lesser of two evils.  Still, the lack of trust between Bryant and Fallen Angel can’t be good for Team TFWF. SJ:  The biggest mistake Fallen Angel ever made was convincing himself that Joel Bryant should be on his team.  The man doesn’t like or trust Angel.  I wouldn’t be surprised if once the ORC are beating the crap out of Angel and the rest that Bryant just walks out. SC:  Joel Bryant might have said a lot of things about Fallen Angel but you can’t doubt the man’s commitment to the TFWF and professional wrestling as a whole. SJ:  Oh yeah?  He didn’t seem so keen to join up with Team TFWF on Mayhem last week.  Look Scoop, the facts are the ORC are the most dominant, cohesive and downright destructive force in the history of this sport.  Fallen Angel, AC, Lupino, Bryant and Demonico?  They’ll be lucky to last five minutes! SC:  Doubt all you want Snoop but I think you and the ORC are going to be in for a hell of a shock when that match starts.  Joel Bryant and Fallen Angel’s issues aside, this is the best team the TFWF could hope for and you and the ORC are going down tonight! SJ:  Yeah, we’ll see. SC:  Ok folks, the TFWF Hardcore Title on the line in our next match, let’s take a look at how this match between Kenny Freeman and Jonny Briggs has come about. T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Match: Jonny Briggs (c) vs Kenny 'KFree' Freeman [FLASHBACK: WE SEE A TAG MATCH INVOLVING BOTH FREEMAN AND BRIGGS, WITH BRIGGS KICKING FREEMAN WHILE HE'S DOWN, EVEN SPITTING ON HIM. THE FOLLOWING WEEK BRIGGS ATTACKS FREEMAN AFTER A DISCUSSION INVOLVING A INTERNET ROMANCE FREEMAN HAS BEEN CULTIVATING AS OF LATE. FREEMAN CONFRONTS BRIGGS THE FOLLOWING WEEK, NOT BACKING DOWN FROM HIM AS HE CHALLENGES THE HARDCORE CHAMPION TO A TITLE MATCH. BEMUSED WITH THE IDEA, BRIGGS AGREES, AND THE MATCH IS SET.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION' - ELVIS PLAYS* (NICE CROWD REACTION. KENNY FREEMAN EMERGES FROM THE BACK LOOKING HYPED UP AND READY FOR HIS MATCH. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING HIGH FIVING FANS AS HE GOES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...Kenny "K-Free" Freeman!!! SC: The Commenting Carl of the internet Kenny Freeman has got a lot to offer the the T.F.W.F. and what an upset it would be tonight if he can take down Jonny Briggs. SJ: Sorry...are we actually discussing the possibility of this man...winning a match? JH: And his opponent... *WHILE OCEANA SLEEPS – SPARTA PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. BRIGGS SWAGGERS OUT FROM THE BACK. HE LOOKS AT THE CROWD WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING LOOKING FOCUSED AND READY FOR A FIGHT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland...weighing 262 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jonny Briggs!!! SC: The smash mouth approach of Briggs tells me one thing...as his career develops this man is going to be a difficult guy to handle for his opponents. SJ: He just doesn't care what he does to people and that is scary Scoop...very scary. Freeman doens't even wait for Briggs to enter the ring as he launches off with a crossbody as both collide to the floor. Freeman gets to his feet and whips Briggs into the steel barricade seperating them from the fans. Freeman runs and launches with a stinger splash, but Briggs dodges and Freeman's body crashes into the rail. Freeman pays for his opening assault by a number of large stomps to the already sore midsection by Briggs. He grabs Freeman by the hair and throws his head into the ringpost, creating a sick thud as Freeman's body makes a 360 and lands on the mat. Briggs smiles as he searches for some weapons from under the ring. He manages to find a kendo stick and calmly stalks Freeman as he finds some strength to carry on in the bout. Briggs holds the weapon high in the air before striking it to the back of Freeman, causing him to wince in pain as he falls to his knees. A second shot sends him back to the floor, and the third and fourth just ensures that he stays down. Briggs throws the fallen Freeman back in as he goes for a cover...1...2...NO! Freeman kicks out, the match far too early to end now. Briggs grabs Freeman by the hair but Freeman counters back with a dropkick that sends Briggs stumbling a few steps back. Freeman responds with another dropkick that sends Briggs tumbling over to the outside of the ring. He then hops to the top turnbuckle, and just when Briggs has control of his feet again, Freeman launches off the top rope with a senton that connects as both men fall back on the hard concrete! The crowd chants for Freeman to get up as both men try to get back up on their feet, Freeman the quicker of the two. SC: Freeman is definately showing some fire in the opening minutes of this match- but can he keep this momentum going as time goes on? SJ: No. SC: ... Freeman immediately gets back on the offensive as he doesn't want to waste this change in momentum. He jumps on the barricade and launches with a kick to the temple that causes Briggs to take a few stunned steps back. Freeman takes the free time given to him by digging under the ring canvas for any more weapons. A smile forms on his face as he finds something that pleases him...Briggs comes to and immediately charges after Freeman but instead Freeman retaliates by chucking a trash can lid directly at Briggs' noggin! Briggs falls to the floor as Freeman goes for a cover...1...2...NO! It's not enough as Briggs kicks out. Freeman isn't about to give up, however, as he takes a few steps back to re-evaluate the situation. He then runs and leaps in the air in one quick motion, hitting a running senton. He doesn't go for a cover, however- he wants to use his speed to the best of his abilitiy, it seems, as he hops up back to the apron and stands near the corner, yelling at Briggs to get back up. The crowd at this point is entirely behind Freeman as his name is heard throughout the arena. Briggs stumbles to his feet as Freeman runs across the apron and jumps, hoping for a hurricanrana, but instead Briggs holds onto Freeman, stopping the momentum, and plants him on the concrete with a powerbomb. The crowd falls eerily silent as Freeman lies motionless on the floor. SC: Freeman looks out of it...that powerbomb was devastating, I don't know too many people who would kick out of that. SJ: Especially a little runt like Freeman. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised to see him a wheelchair after a move like that! SC: Don't say such things...but maybe we should get someone out here, it's not looking good for Freeman at all... Briggs, still stunned from Freeman's earlier momentum, grins sadistically as he takes the fallen challenger and throws him back into the ring. It's Briggs's turn to dig under the ring, this time finding a trash can, missing a lid obviously. He throws it into the ring, making sure it hits Freeman along the way. He climbs back into the ring as he looks at Freeman and merely shakes his head. He picks him up, whips him across the ropes, and executes a huge spinebuster on top of the garbage can! The can crumples upon impact, making a sick thud as Briggs quickly covers Freeman....1....2....3-NO! Briggs suddenly stands up, not wanting the contest to the over. Upon seeing this the crowd immediately boos Briggs who merely shrugs them off in response. He climbs back out of the ring and this time takes a table from under the ring. Looking to finish once and for all, he slides it in and rolls back into the ring. He sets up the table, all while looking at the fallen Freeman, and once he finishes, sets him on the table, throwing in a few punches for good measure. It's his turn to climb to the top rope, looking to hit a splash off the top for the pinfall victory. He takes his time, knowing that Freeman is going nowhere as he points and yells at the crowd, berating them. Once he finishes, he finally launches off with a splash, but just as he's about to make impact Freeman rolls out of the way, and Briggs crashes stomach first into the wooden table! The crowd cheers in response as a groggy Freeman climbs on top of the fallen Briggs as the referee starts to count....1..2....NO!! Briggs barely gets a shoulder up as both men are down and out. SC: Freeman's chances looked grim, but he's still showing here that he's in this thing for the long haul. SJ: Just give it up already kid...call the medic's out here, kid's gonna be admitted into intensive care the way this match is going... Both men are slow to get on their feet as both have been dealt with some damage. However Briggs is in far better condition at this point as he clocks Freeman with a lariat, sending him to the floor far quicker than it took him to get back up. Angry, he rolls out of the ring, thinking what else he could do. All of a sudden, a sick smile forms on his face as an idea has come into fruition. Digging one more time under the ring, this time he comes up with a small black bag. He crawls back into the ring and shouts at Freeman that it's over. He opens the bag and spills the contents of it onto the ring floor...it's thumbtacks, and a whole lot of them. Freeman sees this and launches with a flurry of punches, looking to regain the momentum he had earlier in the match. He whips Briggs into the corner and charges for a stinger splash, but Briggs absorbs the blow by grabbing Freeman and lifting him into a powerbomb position. He takes a few steps, then without a moment's notice...he releases, sending Freeman crashing into the mat filled with thumbtacks as the crowd again grows quiet, shocked at what brutatlity has ensued thus far in the match. Briggs laughs as he places a foot on the seemingly out Freeman, about as arrogant of a cover imaginable...1....2...3-NO!!! FREEMAN KICKS OUT! The crowd roars in approval as Briggs' eyes nearly bulge out by the shock of it all! SC: AMAZING! Freeman's back has to be riddled with thumbtacks...he has to be in IMMENSE pain...and somehow he manages to find the willpower to kick out! HOW DOES HE DO IT?! SJ: I dunno...but I gotta admit, not too many people can kick out of a move like that... Freeman doens't even wait for Briggs to enter the ring as he launches off with a crossbody as both collide to the floor. Freeman gets to his feet and whips Briggs into the steel barricade seperating them from the fans. Freeman runs and launches with a stinger splash, but Briggs dodges and Freeman's body crashes into the rail. Freeman pays for his opening assault by a number of large stomps to the already sore midsection by Briggs. He grabs Freeman by the hair and throws his head into the ringpost, creating a sick thud as Freeman's body makes a 360 and lands on the mat. Briggs smiles as he searches for some weapons from under the ring. He manages to find a kendo stick and calmly stalks Freeman as he finds some strength to carry on in the bout. Briggs holds the weapon high in the air before striking it to the back of Freeman, causing him to wince in pain as he falls to his knees. A second shot sends him back to the floor, and the third and fourth just ensures that he stays down. Briggs throws the fallen Freeman back in as he goes for a cover...1...2...NO! Freeman kicks out, the match far too early to end now. Briggs grabs Freeman by the hair but Freeman counters back with a dropkick that sends Briggs stumbling a few steps back. Freeman responds with another dropkick that sends Briggs tumbling over to the outside of the ring. He then hops to the top turnbuckle, and just when Briggs has control of his feet again, Freeman launches off the top rope with a senton that connects as both men fall back on the hard concrete! The crowd chants for Freeman to get up as both men try to get back up on their feet, Freeman the quicker of the two. SC: Freeman is definately showing some fire in the opening minutes of this match- but can he keep this momentum going as time goes on? SJ: No. SC: ... Freeman immediately gets back on the offensive as he doesn't want to waste this change in momentum. He jumps on the barricade and launches with a kick to the temple that causes Briggs to take a few stunned steps back. Freeman takes the free time given to him by digging under the ring canvas for any more weapons. A smile forms on his face as he finds something that pleases him...Briggs comes to and immediately charges after Freeman but instead Freeman retaliates by chucking a trash can lid directly at Briggs' noggin! Briggs falls to the floor as Freeman goes for a cover...1...2...NO! It's not enough as Briggs kicks out. Freeman isn't about to give up, however, as he takes a few steps back to re-evaluate the situation. He then runs and leaps in the air in one quick motion, hitting a running senton. He doesn't go for a cover, however- he wants to use his speed to the best of his abilitiy, it seems, as he hops up back to the apron and stands near the corner, yelling at Briggs to get back up. The crowd at this point is entirely behind Freeman as his name is heard throughout the arena. Briggs stumbles to his feet as Freeman runs across the apron and jumps, hoping for a hurricanrana, but instead Briggs holds onto Freeman, stopping the momentum, and plants him on the concrete with a powerbomb. The crowd falls eerily silent as Freeman lies motionless on the floor. SC: Freeman looks out of it...that powerbomb was devastating, I don't know too many people who would kick out of that. SJ: Especially a little runt like Freeman. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised to see him a wheelchair after a move like that! SC: Don't say such things...but maybe we should get someone out here, it's not looking good for Freeman at all... Briggs, still stunned from Freeman's earlier momentum, grins sadistically as he takes the fallen challenger and throws him back into the ring. It's Briggs's turn to dig under the ring, this time finding a trash can, missing a lid obviously. He throws it into the ring, making sure it hits Freeman along the way. He climbs back into the ring as he looks at Freeman and merely shakes his head. He picks him up, whips him across the ropes, and executes a huge spinebuster on top of the garbage can! The can crumples upon impact, making a sick thud as Briggs quickly covers Freeman....1....2....3-NO! Briggs suddenly stands up, not wanting the contest to the over. Upon seeing this the crowd immediately boos Briggs who merely shrugs them off in response. He climbs back out of the ring and this time takes a table from under the ring. Looking to finish once and for all, he slides it in and rolls back into the ring. He sets up the table, all while looking at the fallen Freeman, and once he finishes, sets him on the table, throwing in a few punches for good measure. It's his turn to climb to the top rope, looking to hit a splash off the top for the pinfall victory. He takes his time, knowing that Freeman is going nowhere as he points and yells at the crowd, berating them. Once he finishes, he finally launches off with a splash, but just as he's about to make impact Freeman rolls out of the way, and Briggs crashes stomach first into the wooden table! The crowd cheers in response as a groggy Freeman climbs on top of the fallen Briggs as the referee starts to count....1..2....NO!! Briggs barely gets a shoulder up as both men are down and out. SC: Freeman's chances looked grim, but he's still showing here that he's in this thing for the long haul. SJ: Just give it up already kid...call the medic's out here, kid's gonna be admitted into intensive care the way this match is going... Both men are slow to get on their feet as both have been dealt with some damage. However Briggs is in far better condition at this point as he clocks Freeman with a lariat, sending him to the floor far quicker than it took him to get back up. Angry, he rolls out of the ring, thinking what else he could do. All of a sudden, a sick smile forms on his face as an idea has come into fruition. Digging one more time under the ring, this time he comes up with a small black bag. He crawls back into the ring and shouts at Freeman that it's over. He opens the bag and spills the contents of it onto the ring floor...it's thumbtacks, and a whole lot of them. Freeman sees this and launches with a flurry of punches, looking to regain the momentum he had earlier in the match. He whips Briggs into the corner and charges for a stinger splash, but Briggs absorbs the blow by grabbing Freeman and lifting him into a powerbomb position. He takes a few steps, then without a moment's notice...he releases, sending Freeman crashing into the mat filled with thumbtacks as the crowd again grows quiet, shocked at what brutatlity has ensued thus far in the match. Briggs laughs as he places a foot on the seemingly out Freeman, about as arrogant of a cover imaginable...1....2...3-NO!!! FREEMAN KICKS OUT! The crowd roars in approval as Briggs' eyes nearly bulge out by the shock of it all! SC: AMAZING! Freeman's back has to be riddled with thumbtacks...he has to be in IMMENSE pain...and somehow he manages to find the willpower to kick out! HOW DOES HE DO IT?! SJ: I dunno...but I gotta admit, not too many people can kick out of a move like that... Briggs, completely unsure of what to do next, instincitvely grabs Freeman by the hair to go for another powerbomb onto the thumbtacks. However, KFree blocks it and goes low, hitting Briggs right in the family jewels! Briggs falls to the floor in shock as Freeman slowly executes one final plan- going to the top rope. Clearly evident by the thumbtacks protruding from his back, Freeman is in immense pain as he struggles to get to the top rope. After a minute or so, he finally does. He poses for the fans before launching off with a 450 slam, but Briggs gets his knees up and Freeman's face crashes into Briggs' knees as Freeman's face immediately starts bleeding. An angry Briggs quickly gets back up on his feet and grabs Freeman's arm, locking in the Bus Fare Home. It doesn't take long for Freeman to tap out, securing the win for Jonny Briggs. Winner, via submission and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Jonny Briggs Freeman starts to roll out of the ring to check on himself, but Briggs doesn't let that happen. He picks up up again, puts him over his shoulder, and hits a running powerslam right on the thumbtacks. The crowd boos loudly as Briggs stomps away at a fallen Freeman who can't even defend himself at his point. Law and Order, as well as TFWF security personel rush in to stop the assault as Briggs grabs his hardcore title from the referee and holds it high in the air, the boos growing louder by the unwarranted beatdown. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE THE MASKED MARVEL BACKSTAGE, LOOKING AT THE EVENTS OF THE PREVIOUS MATCH AND SHAKING HIS HEAD. APPARENTLY, HE DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING THAT HE PARTICULARLY LIKED.) TMM: Oh, so WHOOP DE DOO, Freeman is a underdog and blah blah freakin' BLAH. Good thing the little midget lost. You know, I could take thumbtacks to the back too if it ever happened to me...which it hasn't and never will because I'm not that weak, but point's just the same. Freeman is a nerd who will never make it here in the TFWF, I don't care what kind of preformance he had tonight. He doesn't have the will and drive like a true warrior such as myself possesses...he's nothing but a geek who should go back to his twitter sessions about how fun it is pretending to be a real athlete... ???: You know, I never had a problem with geeks... (The Masked Marvel turns around, only to see none other than Kent Clark standing a few feet away from him. The crowd erupts with loud cheers as a smile forms on Kent's face.) KC: ...you know, probably because I am one. Biggest one the TFWF's ever seen, really. I mean I could go on about all the achivements I've gotten on Xbox Live since I left here about a year ago...but I think the good people here tonight care more about my TFWF accomplishments, like the 3 North American championships I've won, as well as the tag team and Hardcore championships... TMM: The latter I took from you, nerd, so you're just as bad as Freeman. What are you doing here, anyway? You're not medically cleared. Don't you remember being another Career Killer statistic? JC MacDonald ended your career. You're done. OVER. Once Freeman gets wheeled out of here you can him can play on the Playstation 360 all you want, never to play this big boy game ever again. (KENT SMIRKS, SHAKING HIS HEAD.) KC: Nah, it's not gonna happen like that. Yeah, JC took me out for a while, a little over a year by my estimation. But I've checked with my doctors, and guess what Marvel? I'M BACK. And I plan on making an impact far more than you could ever imagine...so keep your little crackpot theroies to yourself- nerds rule the world, and they'll rule the TFWF one of these days...by the way, good luck on the presidential run... (KENT PATS THE MASKED MARVEL ON THE SHOULDER AS HE WALKS OFF; MARVEL FUMES AS HE HAS JUST BEEN ONE-UPPED BY A NERD...) (RINGSIDE.) SJ: Oh god...it's worse enough that we have Freeman running around here, but KENT CLARK IS BACK?! SC: Indeed he has, and I for one am glad that he has- Kent Clark has already had a fantastic career here in the TFWF, and it should be very interesting as to what his future here in the TFWF entails. SJ: I mean, imagine him and Freeman teaming up...it's like invasion of the nerds or something...a nerd revolution is starting, Scoop, we might as well just take cover before they force us to play a 24 hour marathon of Viva Pinata... SC: You're just being silly, Snoop...we must move on to the next match, where another championship will be decided- this time, the tag team championships are on the time as Jason Proctor and Leander Apollo defend their championships against Horizons. Let's see how this match came about now, shall we? T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match: Jason Proctor & Leander Apollo (c) vs Horizons [FLASHBACK: CUT BACK TO AUTUMN ANNHILATION WHERE WE SEE JASON PROCTOR AND LEANADER WIN THE T.F.W.F. TAG TEAM TITLES AND HORIZONS WINNING THE NUMBER CONTENDERSHIP MATCH FOR THE PREVIOUSLY SEEN TAG TEAM TITLES. FLASHBACKS TO THE COCKY HORIZONS DUO TRYING TO GET IN THE HEADS OF THE RECENTLY CROWNED CHAMPIONS AND THE COUPLE OF MATCHES THAT WE HAD SEEN PROCTOR AND APOLLO APPEAR IN. WITH HORIZONS AND PROCTOR/APOLLO HAVING A FEW CONFRONTATIONS LEADING UP TO THEIR BOUT AT ICE STORM, THIS BATTLE IS GUARANTEED TO BE ONE THAT WILL IMPRESS THE FANS. WHICH TEAM WILL LEAVE AS THE NEW T.F.W.F. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS?] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'WASTING TIME' - RED PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A YING AND YANG SYMBOL COMES TOGETHER BEFORE EXPLODING AND THE TRON VIDEO OF HORIZONS PLAYS AS THE TWO MEN MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 360 pounds...Alex Flare...Dante Rivers...Horizons!!! SC: Horizons earned their shot at Autumn Annihilation for this opportunity, and you have to say of the two teams that know each other best...advantage Horizons. SJ: That's what I am saying Scoop, Proctor and Apollo's storybook day is over. JH: And their opponents... *'THE WORLD WITHOUT LOGOS' - YASHUI ISHII PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. APOLLO AND PROCTOR'S TRON VIDEOS PLAY IN UNISON AS THE TWO WALK ONTO THE STAGE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 448 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jason Proctor...and Leander Apollo!!! SC: They have shocked the world with this reign...but don't doubt for a second that these men are learning each others game plan and putting it to use. I think we could have a very successful team here. SJ: Hey, when I go to Subway I expect the salad guy and the bread guy...and right here are two future Subway employees if I ever saw them... SC: WILL YOU BE SERIOUS! Our match opens up with the two teams deciding who will be starting off the match for them. Eventually we see Dante Rivers and Leander Apollo locking up in the center of the ring while Flare and Proctor take their places on the apron. Apollo gets the upper hand when he’s able to shove Rivers off of him and quickly connects with a snap suplex which Rivers hops right back up from. Rivers charges at Apollo and looks for a quick clothesline but Apollo ducks under the arm. Rivers seems to have a back up plan as he jumps up high enough to bounce off the second rope, hitting Apollo with a springboard cross body, to the disapproval of the crowd. Rivers now fist drops onto the skull of Apollo followed by a few stomps trying to keep his opponent down. Eventually Rivers gets bored of this assault and picks Apollo back up to his feet before tossing him all the way to the Horizons’ corner, where Flare is tagged in and the two set Apollo up for an aided STO. Flare instantly hops on to Apollo for the cover but can only manage to get a 2 count. That doesn’t seem to bother Flare though, who smirks as he gets to his feet and runs for the ropes, using them like Rivers did except going for a springboard moonsault only to come crashing down on the hard mat. Flare rolls around in pain a Apollo quickly is able to get over to his corner and tag in Proctor. Proctor comes flying in onto the scene and meets a standing Flare with a flurry of punches before taking Flare down to the mat with a scoop slam. Proctor continues with some hard hitting stomps before taunting to get the crowd worked up before leg drop to Flare. A dazed Flare works his way up to his feet before being met by a rolling elbow to his skull that sends him reeling back, head ringing like mad. Proctor quickly picks the lightweight Flare off his feet and throws him over his own head with a belly to belly suplex. Proctor hops on for the cover but only gets a 2 count as well. Proctor looks up to the ref praying that it was actually a three, but when accepting it wasn’t, Proctor takes off to the top rope and the crowd explode with cheers of excitement, Proctor takes off looking for a double foot stomp but Flare is luckily able to avoid the hit and rolls out of the way. Proctor’s knees buckle under him so he has to roll on the mat before getting to his feet, and when he turns back to Flare, Flare connects with a wicked Superkick! Flare drops over Proctor’s body. One… two…. No! Proctor kicks out right after two, still showing life! SC: Both teams are showing a lot of great talent in this match, just showing how great the TFWF Tag Team division is! Never a dull moment around here! SJ: It’s only a matter of time now until Horizons are the new Tag Team Champions, then we’ll have something to talk about! SC: Been watching Horizons talk too much, lately? Because you sound exactly like either of them… Flare is seemingly pretty shocked about Proctor kicking out from the super kick shot and really let’s the ref know it. Eventually Flare let’s frustration have the best of him as he lands some mounted punches right into the skull of Proctor before Flare gets back up and heads to the top rope. Flare comes crashing down on Proctor with a moonsault and instantly goes for another cover but once again Proctor kicks out, this time right after the count. An angered Flare picks Proctor up to his feet and goes to throw him in the direction of the Horizons’ corner but Proctor grabs onto Flare’s arm right before being sent off, so he pulls Flare back to him and connects with a lariat that sends Flare’s body flipping back and crashing hard to the mat. Proctor yells out and gets the crowd going as he grabs Flare and throws him towards his own corner, where Apollo is tagged back into the match. Proctor lifts Flare onto his shoulders and Apollo heads up to the top rope, where he dives off and hit’s a cross body from the elevated position of Proctor’s shoulders. Flare crashes down to the mat with a sickening thud and Apollo is instantly going for the cover. Flare is able to kick up at the 2 count, leaving Apollo looking on shocked. Apollo looks around at the packed arena before deciding that he was going to go for an Indian deathlock that looked to be pretty painful on Flare’s part. Flare seemed like he was going to give up, so Rivers charged into the ring and broke the submission by booting Apollo off of Flare. The ref starts giving it to Rivers, yelling at him and pointing at him to return to his corner. Rivers takes his time, arguing with the ref to give Flare time to deliver a low blow to Apollo who was just walking back towards Flare. Flare grabs the hurled over Apollo and hit’s an enzuigiri that sends Apollo back down to the mat. Flare instantly dashes over to his corner where he tags in the refreshed Rivers, who instantly goes over to where Apollo was just bringing himself up. Rivers drags him up to his feet before connecting with a quick kick combo and finishing it up with a head lock, looking to set up a move possibly. Before Rivers continues though, Apollo gets a rush of energy and lifts Rivers onto his shoulders then brings him down with a spinning fisherman’s neck breaker. With both men down, and Apollo seeming to be getting pretty tired now, we don’t see a cover until Apollo forces himself to Rivers and crawls over him for the count. One… two… th-NO! Rivers kicks out last second! SC: Apollo nearly had the win there for his team, we almost saw them just make their first successful title defences! SJ: Bah, I swear if Horizons doesn’t pull off the win tonight, the Tag division is rigged! Proctor and Apollo are almost just as boring as watching an Old School Style match! SC: At least Old School Style aren’t as in love with themselves as Horizons are. That attitude really seems to be biting them in the ass here. Apollo seemingly thought the match was over there as he looks on with frustration before picking himself up and back to his feet. Apollo drags Rivers back up to his feet and throws him at the ropes. When Rivers is sent back towards Apollo, Apollo jumps up and hit’s a dropkick that sends Rivers crashing down in the center of the ring. Apollo goes behind Rivers and puts him into a sitting position, slipping in a choke hold while the crowd cheer, knowing that this should be it. But, once again, we see the other Horizons member running into the ring to break the hold. Once again the ref turns his back to the in ring action to usher Flare back to the corner, and this gives Rivers enough of an opening to jab a thumb into the eye of Apollo and quickly swings him down with a STO to the mat. The crowd boo as Rivers begins crawling towards his corner and seems to be pretty close when Apollo gets back up to his feet. Apollo charges over and hit’s a low charging dropkick to the side of Rivers, sending him flying into the corner. Flare shakes his head with disappointment as he reaches down and slaps the shoulder of Rivers. Apollo charges at the entering Flare but Flare ducks the oncoming clothesline and turns around with a flip for the pele kick that connects hard to Apollo. Apollo goes crashing into the corner where Flare is quick to meet him with a high knee. Apollo’s head goes snapping back into the turnbuckle for a loud sounded thud and Flare follows the high knee up with a bulldog. Flare goes for the cover, but once again, Apollo kicks out at the two. With frustration, Flare leaps up to the top rope where he looks down on his pray. Flare stands in the corner, perched, taunting the crowd. He then takes off, flipping and coming down on Apollo with a moonsault. The crowd boo as Flare yells out at them, and turns to go back to Apollo. A few quick stomps on Apollo are followed with Flare dragging Apollo up to his feet and then sending him back down with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. Flare seems to be a fan of his work so far and once again heads up to the top rope, yelling out that ‘This is it!’ before leaping off and looking for the Fire Whirl, only to meet the mat with his butt crashing down on the mat as Apollo rolls out of the way successfully. SJ: This is a bunch of bull! Time and time again Proctor and Apollo are just slipping through situations and getting lucky! Horizons should have had this match by now! SC: But they don’t, like I said, both teams are showing good heart in this match and have both been giving it their all. This may go down as one of the classic Tag Team matches! SJ: Not if I’m forced to watch another month of the Tag Team division headed by Proctor and Apollo… Flare rolls around on the mat yelling due to the amount of pain he’s feeling. Apollo takes this chance to crawl over to his corner where Proctor is leaning over the ropes and begging for Apollo to make the tag. On the other side of the ring, Flare is being yelled at by Rivers to get over to their corner as well. It’s a race now to see which team would make the tag first, and that would be Apollo, who leaps to slap the hand of Proctor, who comes barrelling into the ring to the cheers of the crowd. Proctor starts beating Flare, who was pretty close to making the tag as well, with stomps that put him lying on the mat. Proctor now picks Flare up off the mat so he’s standing in front of him and then the punches are starting to be thrown as Proctor lands jabs, hooks, and any punch variation that sends Flare all the way to the other side of the ring, lying against the ropes to keep his balance. Proctor picks Flare up off the ground and then drops him over the ropes which catch his neck. Flare bounces back off the ropes, but into the catch of Proctor who swings Flare down to the mat and locks in the Killer Klutch! The crowd are roaring as they believe that this has to be it for the match, but once again, Rivers charges into the ring and breaks the hold just before Flare seems like he’s going to tap out. Apollo now enters the ring as well and charges at Rivers, who was now standing in front of the ropes. Apollo leaps up and hit’s a cross body that sends both Apollo and Rivers tumbling over the ropes and to the outside, where a brawl begins between the two. The referee turns back to the in ring action as Proctor looks on with a smirk, proud of Apollo for taking Rivers out. Proctor turns back to Flare who is pulling himself up with assistance from the ropes. Proctor stands behind Flare and measures him up while taunting, and when Flare is standing and eventually turned to face Proctor, he is lifted off his feet by Proctor and sent crashing back down to the mat with an elevated lungblower. Flare rolls close to the ropes as Proctor goes for the cover while counting the pin in one hand along with the ref. 1... 2... NO! The referee catches that Flare has one of his legs on the rope. SC: That was almost it there! If Flare wasn’t that damn lucky to be near the ropes, I swear that would’ve been all she wrote folks! Flare should count his lucky stars now! SJ: I’ll admit that we’ve seen some good Tag Team battling here tonight, but we have yet to see who will come out as the winner. If Horizons make a comeback, it’ll be a late holiday present to all! SC: I don’t see Horizons catching any luck here now, Proctor has been dominating Flare and it would take some sort of a miracle for Flare to make a comeback here! Proctor is in disbelief as Flare gets that lucky. Outside of the ring, we see Rivers slowly getting up to his feet as Apollo charges at him. Rivers side steps and reveal behind him the steel steps! Apollo goes crashing hip first into the steps as a loud crash is heard. Apollo flips over the steps as the steps themselves fall apart into two pieces. Rivers chuckles to himself before climbing back to their corner with Apollo out of it for sure. With Proctor distracted by the outside action, Flare sneaks up and gets a school boy roll up on Proctor. 1...2... No! Proctor forces his way out of the roll up and rolls back to his feet to meet Flare. Flare goes for a quick clothesline but it’s avoided by Proctor who ducks the arm and then starts to attack with the punches and jabs again. Flare eventually sidesteps the assault before it gets too serious and watches as Proctor comes flying at him. Proctor nails a shoulder block and Flare crashes to the mat. Flare instantly hops back up to his feet and is picked up into the Fireman’s carry hold. Flare wiggles himself free and drops down with Proctor’s head locked in a reverse headlock. Flare quickly hit’s a reverse spinning neck breaker and both men are once back to looking out of it. But since Flare was so close to the Horizons corner in the first place, the tag to Rivers is finally made and Rivers smirks as he enters the ring. Rivers lays into Proctor with a few knee drops and then ends with a elbow drop before deciding to pick up Proctor and hit’s the Russian legsweep. Rivers now climbs his way up to the top rope and await when Proctor stands in the center of the ring. When Proctor is finally standing, Rivers leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick that sends Proctor crashing into his own corner. Proctor glances to his shoulder and sees that Apollo is nowhere to be found, as he’s still down from that collision with the stairs. Rivers smirks as he walks over to Proctor and lifts him with all his strength, sitting him on the top rope. Rivers then hooks Proctor’s arm on his shoulder and then lifts, nailing a superplex! Rivers isn’t done here as he eventually pushes himself up to his feet a measures up Proctor, taking a few steps back to the ropes and then bounces forward, hitting the Rushing Rapids! Rivers instantly goes for the cover, 1... 2.… It’s broken up by Apollo! Apollo gets back in the ring and saves his partner! SJ: Bunch of damn cheaters! Horizons had the win there! Horizons should be the champions right now! SC: So, Apollo and Proctor are cheating for doing something that we’ve seen both Flare and Rivers do twice as much as them? Huh. SJ: Shut up! SC: You really can’t deal with ever being wrong, can you? Rivers is extremely frustrated as Apollo escapes from the ring before Rivers get a chance to get his hands on him. Rivers turns his attention back to the downed Proctor and instantly picks him up, looking for another hard hitting move to finish off Proctor. Rivers goes for a sunset flip bomb, and nails it while keeping the hold to start the pin. 1...2... No! Proctor gets his shoulder up before the three count is made. Rivers is back to his feet with frustration and instantly goes over to the top corner where he perches himself before taking off to hit a senton bomb, but Proctor lifts his knees and Apollo comes crashing down on those knees with a sickening thud. Rivers rolls away in serious pain as Proctor gets back to his feet seemingly fuming with anger after having to take the onslaught of attacks in the past few minutes. Proctor goes over to where Rivers is still flipping out with pain as he rolls around. Proctor stops the fool with a few stomps before getting down and starting to land some mounted punches with each of them landing harder than the last before he is forced off by the referee. Proctor picks up Rivers and throws him to their corner where Apollo is tagged in and Proctor pulls Rivers out of the corner. Here, Apollo and Proctor hit their Powerbomb/Lung Blower tag finisher and Proctor goes over to stop Flare from interfering as Apollo makes the cover. 1.…2.…3!! Winners, via pinfall AND STILL T.F.W.F Tag Team Champions: Jason Proctor and Leander Apollo As the bell sounds, Proctor gets back up to his feet and has his arm raised by Apollo as the Tag Titles are returned to them. Proctor and Apollo continue working the crowd after retaining as Horizons are looking on to the ring from the ramp, not looking pleased at all. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE OPEN TO A SHOT OF THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT WITH ‘MICHAEL THUNDER’ ON THE NAMEPLATE, AND IMMEDIATELY THE CROWD BEGIN TO BOO. THE CAMERA PANS OUT, SHOWING MICHAEL THUNDER FROM THE WAIST UP WITH GEORGIE NICKLES BY HIS SIDE HOLDING A MICROPHONE. THE TWO SMIRK INTO THE CAMERA AS NICKLES RAISES HER MICROPHONE, TURNING TO THUNDER.) GN: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the greatest Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion in the history of this so-called best wrestling federation on the planet… THE LIVING LEGEND… MICHAEL THUNDER! MT: Thank you very much Georgie, I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction. GN: Now Michael, tonight you’re going to be defending that title against Jack Benevolence, but before we get to your thoughts on that match and your opponent’s actions of late, I want to know what you think about the state of the TFWF right now. (THUNDER REMAINS QUIET FOR A FEW MOMENTS AS HE STROKES THE GREYING STUBBLE ON HIS CHIN AND NODS HIS HEAD, ADJUSTING THE CHAMPIONSHIP ON HIS SHOULDER.) MT: Well ya see Georgie, I bailed from this place for a reason. This is the great TFWF, the company I wanted to join as soon as it came to prevalence twelve years ago, the birthplace of the men and women that those idiotic fans regard as ‘legends’, Fallen Angel, Phenom, Night Hawk, Da Gremlin, Pimp In, Chad, all those apparent ‘names’ that have held this title. Except of course there is only one TRUE legend that has ever had his hands on this title, and that’s the current reigning champion. This place isn’t great, Georgie, it’s dyin’. It’s on its knees waitin’ for that killin’ blow and that’s why I bailed to SCW, a country with PROPER management in the greatest man to grace that ring, MDK. GN: And when you win tonight, do you intend on going straight back to Las Vegas? MT: I’ve been doin’ this thing for 25 years, some of this roster weren’t even alive when I first put on some elbow pads and climbed between the ropes. I’ve become one of the most experienced and intelligent men in the ring, and I can say right now I’d be a damn fool to stay in the TFWF. Tonight the One Ring Circus cuts the TFWF’s throat and leaves it to bleed out. (THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY AS THUNDER LAUGHS A LITTLE, TAPPING THE GOLDEN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT IN HIS POSESSION. NICKLES BRINGS THE MICROPHONE BACK IN AGAIN AS SHE LOOKS UP TO THUNDER.) GN: Finally, what do you think about your opponent for tonight and his recent actions on Monday Mayhems? MT: If I wasn’t plannin’ on kicking his ass and walkin’out with the title he so desperately wants, I’d shake his hand. All those fans and the boys in the back have got down on their knees and clasped their hands together, prayin’ that Jack Benevolence can do it, that Jack Benevolence can bring their precious championship back, and what’s he done? He’s exploited ‘em for every dollar he can get. Good on him, bring this corporate machine crashing the fuck down and leave it in the damn gutter. (NICKLES REPLIES WITH A SMIRK, AGREEING TO THE IDEA OF THE TFWF BEING LEFT TO ROT.) MT: That bein’ said, I’m here tonight to win. Jack Benevolence can enjoy his half a million dollars as yet again this company bows down to its self-made stars and leaves people like us who have worked our asses off to be here out in the cold. I’m walkin’ out of this arena the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, and I’m not coming back until it’s time to defend this against whoever they throw at me again. Benevolence, if you’re watchin’this, then take some of that half a million dollars, go to the concession stand, and buy yourself a replica title. It’s the closest you’re gettin’ my friend. (HE NODS TO NICKLES BEFORE TURNING AND WALKING OFF AS THE CROWD BOO. THE CAMERA PANS OUT AGAIN, REVEALING GEORGIE NICKLES TO BE STOOD OVER THE UNCONCIOUS BODY OF BETH MCCAIN! SHE GRINS AS SHE DROPS THE MICROPHONE DOWN ONTO BETH AND WALKS OFF BEHIND THUNDER…) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The One Ring Circus have yet again taken it too far, there was no need to take out Beth like that! SJ: I’m not gonna lie, I’ve tried so many times to get the chance to stand over an unconscious Beth like that, but she keeps catching me putting powder in her drink. SC: Snoop, we’re still live on PPV. SJ: SHIT. SC: Well as my broadcast partner confesses a little too much on air let’s look towards our next match, and this one’s for the European Championship. Originally this was set to be a 4-man tournament, however as the TFWF Facebook page has recently alluded to Shagrath has gone AWOL with no members of management being able to contact him. We can only speculate this may have something to do with Drake Mosa’s comments last week, but the disappearance of the Finn has left this one as a triple threat between Darrius King, Drake Mosa, and Allen “Portal” Bartsch… and that’s up next! T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Drake Mosa vs APB vs Darrius King [FLASHBACK: WE KICK OFF BY SHOWING THE HUGE FALL OFF THE STAGE BY THE FORMER EUROPEAN CHAMPION, SCORPIO, THAT CAUSES THE TITLE TO VACATE, AND DARRIUS KING’S ANNOUNCEMENT THAT THERE’S TO BE A TOURNAMENT TO CROWN THE NEXT CHAMPION. WE THEN SEE THE ACTION BETWEEN APB, KING, MOSA AND SHAGRATH. FROM KING DISTRACTING APB DURING A MATCH TO MOSA SCARING THE SHIT OUT KING, TO SHAGRATH THROWING HIS NAME IN FOR THE TOURNAMENT. WE FINALLY SEE MOSA MAKING A SINISTER THREAT TO SHAGRATH, AND THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT OF SHAGRATH’S MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARENCE. THE FINAL SHOT IS OF MOSA, APB AND KING TOGETHER, AND THE VACANT EUROPEAN TITLE BELT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: The crowd will have their favourite tonight and it is the veteran APB. SJ: Most of his fans are dead Scoop... JH: And his opponent... *'SON OF SAM' - SHINE DOWN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF DRAKE MOSA PRODUCING A SET OF HARD NOSED MOVES AND SUBMISSIONS ARE SHOWN. FROST HIS CORNER MAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN THE INTENSE MOSA FOLLOWS SUIT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Johnny Frost...from Cherry Falls Mental Institution...weighing 230 pounds...Drake Mosa!!! SC: Rumours circulating that the disappearance of Shagrath is no coincidence... SJ: Thats a horrible stigma to put on a man who spent all that time in a mental institute and has ties with the mob... JH: And their opponent... *'BLACK AND YELLOW' - WIZ KHALIFI PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. GOLD AND YELLOW CONFETTI...TONS OF IT FALLS FROM THE CEILING AS GOLD AND BLACK FIREWORKS SHOOT UP FROM THE ENTRANCE RAMP. DARRIUS KING WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS SPREAD WIDE. HE TAKES OFF HIS DESIGNER SHADES, LOOKS AT HIMSELF IN THE REFLECTION AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 254 pounds...Darrius King!!! SC: King is all mouth, but tonight he has to be all business in the ring if he wants this gold opportunity. SJ: I have always found Darrius King delightful! SC: ... As we start off all three men are in separate corners and the referee is handed the currently-vacant European Championship belt. He walks around each of the corners, showing what’s on the line in this match to each man before finally reaching Darrius King -- who grabs the title out of his hands and makes a bee-line for APB! The crowd boo as King looks to take an early advantage with the title shot, only for APB to drop down, taking the top rope with him and King goes crashing over the top rope with the title and lands in a heap on the floor! The crowd cheer as APB smirks, dusting off his hands before quickly turning, realising the dangerous Drake Mosa is behind him, ready to strike. Mosa and Bartsch begin to circle one another, locking eyes before they lock up physically, struggling for an advantage over the other as they throw all their weight and strength into it. Finally the smaller Mosa manages to slip out as he locks APB up in a wristlock, twisting the left arm around, wrenching back before APB manages to kick at Mosa’s gut and he pulls Mosa’s arm in, throwing a back elbow. APB then goes to town with clubbing blows to Mosa’s back, wailing the shots away before Mosa manages to escape, scrambling to the corner -- where APB comes crashing in with a body splash! Mosa stumbles out as APB runs him at the opposite corner, smashing him head-first into the top turnbuckle followed by a running back elbow and Mosa staggers out from the corner as a fired-up APB runs and lands a big bulldog! Mosa rolls to the side, holding his head in pain as he sits like a coiled snake, and he leaps from the mat, going for APB as he attempts a snapmare driver -- but APB shoves Mosa off and follows up with a huge clothesline! The crowd cheer as APB turns, raising his hand to the crowd before he turns to a now-standing Mosa and runs, dropping him with a shoulder block. Mosa rolls back to his feet as APB stalks behind him, hooking him and dropping him with a big back suplex, hooking the leg… but it’s just a one as Mosa fires the shoulder up. APB pushes up to his feet as Mosa coils back up into the corner, staring ahead in a mix of anger and shock at the opening action before he runs, lifting his boot for a yakuza kick, but as APB goes to duck it Mosa smirks, having tricked the veteran before he drives a knee to the side of APB’s head. APB hits the mat, holding his head in pain and Mosa begins to beat down on the old gunslinger, throwing in shots as Darrius King crawls up onto the apron… SC: APB has been on fire in the start of this one, what a career resurgence we’ve seen from the gatekeeper of the TFWF! SJ: Yeah, he’s been promoted from gatekeeper to man behind the reception desk. IT’S THE AMERICAN DREAM ALLEN, YOU KEEP LIVIN’ IT! King uses the top rope to get to his feet on the apron as he turns to the crowd, shouting some abuse at their boos as Mosa continues to beat down on APB. Finally though Bartsch manages to catch one of Mosa’s fists, shoving it back into Mosa to knock him off before APB slowly gets to one knee and Mosa runs, but APB catches him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before he turns towards the ropes and throws Mosa off with a fireman’s carry slam, right into King to send both men crashing down to the outside and the crowd cheer hugely! APB falls to his knees again, catching his breath before he rolls under the bottom rope and looks at King and Mosa completely out of it on the mats. APB drags up Darrius King, stinging him with a knife-edge chop before he throws King against the apron and crashes into him with a shoulder tackle. He then lands a few more chops before King lands a punch in retaliation and he throws APB against the apron, pointing to his head to show his ‘intelligence’. He then turns, running at APB for a shoulder block -- but APB side-steps and King crashes into the apron, staggering back into a swinging neckbreaker on the mats. The crowd cheer as King gets to his feet holding his head in pain, and APB fires in some vicious punches over and over again, finishing with a european uppercut that spins King towards the squared-circle and APB rolls him in, climbing in after. APB then sets up behind King, waiting for him to turn before he runs, damn near taking King’s head off with a clothesline before he drags King up, drops him with a snapmare and runs off the ropes into a boot to his face, covering and scoring a one and a half. The fans loudly chant “A-P-B” as the respected veteran shouts at King to get up, signalling for a big move as the outspoken wrestler stumbles up and turns right into a snap suplex! Both men roll to their feet but APB is a split second faster, kicking the dazed King in the gut before he runs off the ropes behind him, driving in a chop block before he clutches King’s legs, wrapping them up and he locks the head -- right into a regal stretch! The fans are on their feet chanting for King to tap as APB wrenches back and uses it to smack King’s head off the mat, but slowly King crawls across the ring, managing to roll over and knock APB into the ropes to help loosen the grip and King escapes. SC: Darrius King just managing to escape that hold but Bartsch is pulling out everything in his arsenal to score the vacant European Championship. SJ: If this goes much longer he might have to resort to smacking King with his adult diaper or forcing him to watch 1920s war films with him. As both men are up King charges, taking APB down with a big clothesline and he looks at Bartsch on the mat, allowing himself a smug grin towards the fans. This gives APB the chance to stand as he stalks behind King, and King turns right into a big european uppercut! That sends King back against the turnbuckles as APB unloads with wild knife-edge chops all over King before he takes a few paces back, pumping his fist -- but it’s Drake Mosa on the apron who rakes APB’s eyes before dropping down, crashing APB’s head off the top rope! Bartsch staggers back, stunned by the cheap-shot from Mosa as he holds his face and turns around. As APB stumbles towards him King spots an opportunity, kicking APB in the gut before he beats down on his back a few times, finally throwing APB towards the ropes where Mosa forearms him in the face. APB stumbles back again and this time King grabs him around the waist, leaning back as he throws Bartsch with a brutal german suplex! SJ: FINNISH SUPLEX! FINNISH SUPLEX! WHAT A MANOEUVRE! SC: Actually the Finns don’t have a great track record here, so we’re going back to the traditional German suplex. SJ: JA DEI SUPLEX! I’ve been on those foreign relations courses management asked us to, I know these things. As APB slowly gets to his feet and Mosa climbs into the ring a fired-up Darrius King grabs at the TFWF veteran, throwing him into the nearest corner. He begins to lay in a wild series of punches and chops before he kicks APB in the gut, dropping him to the floor before he lays in a few more punches with Bartsch sat against the turnbuckles. Finally King steps back, pointing to APB as Mosa follows up with a hard kick to the head, a sick and twisted smirk on his face. Mosa then looks down at APB, his smirk growing wider, before he drags King up and irish whips him at King who follows up with a wild lariat! King then goes to cover, but looks up at the intimidating Mosa, and King has second thoughts before he gestures to APB and Mosa nods. King then drags up APB, throwing him towards Mosa who leaps up, crashing a knee into the veteran’s head as the crowd boo the two-on-one attacks. King then smirks, dragging APB up to his feet before he shouts at Bartsch, telling him that ‘King knows how to destroy pathetic old men’ -- but it backfires! Out of nowhere APB begins to mount a comeback, firing shots off at King’s face as he tries to cover up, but APB’s on a roll and the crowd is right behind him! Another shot to King and APB riles back fo-- Mosa out of nowhere to kick APB’s legs out! The crowd boo as Mosa sneers, walking back, and King drops down to fire in some brutal mounted punches, snapping APB’s head back repeatedly. In a rage he drags APB across the ring, placing his throat on the second rope before he places a boot on APB’s back, pulling back on the rope as hard as he can, choking the life out of the gatekeeper! He wrenches even more as Mosa laughs maniacally, nodding his head. After a few more seconds King drags APB up, hooking him in a gutwrench before he hauls him over, driving him down with a suplex before he looks to be going for the pin again, before realising Mosa is a powerful ally and a more powerful enemy. King then nods to Mosa as he drags APB up, throwing him into the corner where he lifts Bartsch to the top rope and punches at him, looking to hook him and go for a samoan drop off the second rope -- but APB elbows at King’s head, breaking free! SC: APB fighting back from this double-teamed assault, APB on the top ro-- SJ: BOOOOM! And there’s Mosa with the big boot to APB, collapsing him on the top… The crowd are booing as Mosa steps back, admiring his work to react to APB’s fightback, before he nods to King. King climbs to the second rope as Mosa turns to Johnny Frost and King lifts APB onto his shoulders -- SAMOAN DROP OFF THE SECOND ROPE! The crowd gasp at the big move as Mosa and Frost are still talking tactics, and King spots the chance to sneakily take this one as he covers APB… ONE… T-- APB kicks out, but more importantly Mosa turns staring a hole through King! Mosa begins to stalk towards King as King stands, shaking his head and holding out his hands as if having been caught red-handed. He does everything he can to sweet-talk Mosa as the crowd sense a breaking up of this alliance and Mosa’s eyes are narrowed and primed to take King out. Finally we hear King mention that they should continue to destroy APB as he turns to point at the fallen veteran, but he’s not there! King turns -- as APB comes leaping off the top rope with a missile dropkick from nowhere! The crowd cheer as Bartsch lands it picture-perfect, sending King crashing into Mosa and APB raises his arm to the fans. APB, however, looks to be in pain as he leans against the corner and holds his arm, stretching it out. This gives King just enough time to run, charging APB forward and through the ropes and into the ringpost, before King turns into a big boot from Mosa, sending him spilling through to the outside. And now it’s on as Mosa snaps round, staring wide-eyed at APB with the look of a predator that was coming in for the kill. As APB slowly staggers round from the collision with the ring post Mosa looks his arms up in a double underhook, wrenching on them wildly before he drops, crashing APB into the mat with a butterfly DDT. Mosa smirks, dragging Bartsch up again before he throws a wild elbow at the side of his head and spins him around, catching him with a big hangman’s neckbreaker, covering… one… tw-- APB fires the shoulder off to a massive cheer. Immediately Mosa flies into life, rolling APB over before he hauls him up, locking in a dragon sleeper! The crowd begin to stomp and clap in support of APB as Mosa wrenches the hold in tight, pulling back on APB in an attempt to cut off the oxygen -- but after a few seconds he lifts APB up, driving him head-first into the mat -- impact driver! He covers… one… tw-- NO! APB kicks out! SC: Drake Mosa is in charge of this one as he uses his knowledge of some of the most painful submissions and slams in our sport, as much as I dislike the way Mosa conducts himself, he’s putting on a clinic here! SJ: I wouldn’t go to his clinic if I were you, I doubt Mosa cleans his instruments so you’d likely get an infection. SC: … Mosa pushes himself up from the mat, shoving APB back down again before he gets to his feet, meticulously stomping on every body part, from Bartsch’s left arm, then chest, legs, right arm and then head. He then takes a few paces back, waiting for Bartsch to get to his feet before he runs, booting him with a huge yakuza kick! APB hits the mat, falling by the ropes as Mosa leans forward and creepily stares at the gatekeeper. As the camera pans around though it shows none other than Darrius King sliding into the ring behind Mosa as he hooks the leg, pulling him down into a schoolboy roll-up, risking it all on the chance to get the European Championship -- ONE -- TWO -- TH-- NO! Mosa manages to come to his senses and escape just in time before he storms to his feet, going for a kick to King, but King dodges it and then ducks an attempted punch from Mosa. In one swift move he charges Mosa into the corner using his shoulder like a battering ram to crash the insane wrestler into the turnbuckles to a loud ‘ooooh!’ from the fans. King then throws in some wild punches and elbows on Mosa, really taking it to the former NA champion before he spins him out, placing him over the second rope. King then uses his previous choking tactic, pressing Mosa’s neck and throat against the ropes as Mosa struggles and Johnny Frost looks slightly concerned at this wild show of fire from King. King then paces back and runs, booting Mosa’s head from the back before he drags him in and lifts him, smashing him down with a big headbutt before he covers, scoring a one and a half. Mosa struggles up to his feet, looking in pain before he turns and goes for a running elbow strike on King -- but King catches him for a side-slam before he lifts him, driving Mosa down with a backbreaker! But he keeps Mosa there before using his strength to haul Mosa up, throwing him back over with an exploder suplex and he covers… one… two… NO! Mosa manages to kick out and keep the European title vacant. King smacks the mat in anger before he walks over to Mosa as he clutches his back in pain, and King hauls him up, but Mosa takes on another look when he opens his mouth and clamps down on King’s shoulder! The crowd boo hugely as Mosa isn’t giving up, biting King as hard as he can while King screams in pain, trying to push Mosa off. SC: What the?! That’s disgusting! SJ: I bet you feel silly for doubting the fact that Drake Mosa wouldn’t clean the instruments at his clinic no-- SC: It has nothing about some stupid fake clinic, look! Mosa is actually BITING Darrius King! BITING HIM! That’s… I don’t even think the One Ring Circus would resort to biting people… After a few seconds of Mosa biting on his opponent King is able to break him off, shoving him back at the corner as Mosa hits the turnbuckles and laughs while King holds at his shoulder, looking at some of the blood Mosa’s drawn. Johnny Frost leaps onto the apron, giving Mosa a bottle of water for him to wash King out of his mouth before Mosa turns as King is talking to the referee about the bite. Mosa spots the opportunity as he runs, leaping up and he catches onto King with a sleeper holder as he wraps his legs around King’s body, turning it into a rear naked choke while King’s still standing. King struggles to try and throw Mosa off, but the resident nutjob has it on tight, wrenching at the neck as King slowly begins to fade, falling to one knee before he falls on his side, Mosa still keeping the hold in tight. Slowly King begins to come back around, trying to push himself off but it’s no use as Mosa’s on him like a parasite, digging his arms in. Finally King manages to make a difference after almost thirty seconds in the hold, and he rolls himself over, getting close to the edge of the ring before he rolls again and crashes Mosa into the ropes, causing him to break the hold as the ropes get between attacker and victim. Slowly King struggles up to his feet as Mosa watches from the mat with a wide grin on his face, and as King reaches the corner Mosa springs into life, running at him before he leaps and crashes double knees into King. King stumbles forwards as Mosa runs behind him, grabbing him and dropping him with a big bulldog, before he pulls out King’s arm out and begins to stamp on it! King shouts out in pain as Mosa goes wild with stamps, over and over and over and over again in a bid to break the arm down in preparation for the Cyanide Pill. He then lifts King to his feet, immediately twisting down to bring King over with an armdrag, before he grabs at King’s arm and smashes it off the mat with force. The crowd boo Mosa as he sneers and drags King across the mat, pulling his arm over the bottom rope before he twists it round for a hammerlock, placing both boots on the rope to give it extra tort before he yanks back on the arm, locking King in a submission! Mosa laughs as he pulls back even harder and King screams out in pain, raising a hand as if about to submit to it! King continues to try and fight it but Mosa has the rope-aided submission locked in tight with no hope of a reprieve thanks to the no-DQ rules. SJ: Mosa is a submissions genius and he’s breaking that arm down ready to make King tap out! SC: But look… APB’s stirring there on the outside… APB’s just spotted the submission! And the crowd goes wild as APB climbs into the ring, diving on Mosa to break the hold to a MASSIVE cheer! And APB’s back on it as he rolls Mosa onto his back and goes wild with some mounted punches, pinning Mosa to the mat as he lays in shot after shot after shot, before he hauls Mosa up while King climbs out of the ring to recuperate. APB throws Mosa into the corner and he fires in with some huge knife-edge chops, lighting up Mosa’s chest a bright red as Darrius King watches on from ringside, before he walks to the timekeeper’s area, picking up a steel chair. He carries on watching the action as APB carries on the beat-down to Mosa before he pulls the former NA Champion, setting him up for a piledriver! Knowing who’s best to have on side King slides into the ring with the chair, and just in time drives it into APB, breaking it before he can hit the piledriver! The crowd boo as King lifts APB up, hooking both arms and he motions the chair to a recovering Mosa, who picks it up while King exposes APB’s head. The fans are still booing louder as Mosa positions the shot and takes some paces back before running, swinging it -- APB DUCKS -- THE CHAIR CRASHES INTO KING! King hits the deck and now it’s on as APB wrestles the chair free from Mosa’s hands before smashing it over his head, dropping him to the mat. A wild-eyed Bartsch turns, smashing King with the chair before he brings it down on Mosa’s back with a crazed look on his face. APB then drags King up, throwing him to the corner before he places the chair in front of him and he goes to irish whip Mosa away from the corner, spinning it around again and lifting him right into a flapjack that crashes down on the chair and King! Both men stumble out as APB runs, clotheslining them both down! He then drags King up and hooks his head, dropping him with a big DDT! Cover… one… two… NO! The crowd boo as APB is right back up again and he stalks Mosa who stumbles up, turning right into a spinebuster! Pin attempt… one… two… NO! Mosa gets the shoulder up but APB wastes no time as he drags up King, planting him with a spinebuster too, covering… one… two… King kicks out! The crowd can’t believe it as King rolls off to the side and APB looks, spotting Mosa under the corner… SC: APB’s looking at the corner, and now he’s climbing up to the top… what’s the near-250lb’er going for? SJ: Whatever it is Johnny Frost needs to intervene to try and stop himself managing nothing more than a damn pancake! On the outside Frost looks concerned as he tries to pull Mosa out of the ring, but it’s to no avail as APB leaps off WITH A MASSIVE DIVING HEADBUTT! He covers… ONE… TWO… …NO!!! The kickout from Mosa sends the arena into huge boos, but APB’s still right on it as he hooks Mosa, driving in a wild series of elbows over and over again, right into the crook of Mosa’s neck as the craziest man on the roster begins to go limp and look out of it. The fans cheer as APB then hauls him up, lifting him right into a torture rack! He shakes Mosa’s back and neck, looking for a submission victory from the submission expert, but Mosa drops out, however as he runs for an elbow strike APB catches him -- CRAVATE SUPLEX! Mosa smacks into the mat and falls limp as APB goes for the cover, but King’s in there to try and break it up. He drags APB up, but Bartsch breaks free, throwing a punch at King before he pulls him in, looking for another piledriver attempt to a massive cheer! He hooks King, but as he does so Mosa stumbles up and looks to repay the favour King had given him, landing a big yakuza kick to APB, much to the chagrin of the fans. King falls to the mat as Mosa falls over the top rope, exhausted from the brutal assault as he stares out some of APB’s fans, shouting at them that he’s going to destroy their hero. He laughs maniacally, but has no idea behind him Bartsch is getting to his feet and he crouches behind Mosa, beckoning for him to turn. He smacks the mat and the crowd cheer as Mosa slowly turns -- SPEAR!!! APB USES THE SPEAR, THE FINISHER HE TAUGHT TO OLD SCHOOL STYLE, CUTTING MOSA IN TWO AS HE COVERS… ONE… TWO… THR-- DARRIUS KING SAVES IT! APB stumbles up as King grabs him, throwing him with a huge overhead belly to belly suplex before driving APB up again, right into a full nelson slam! King covers… one… two… th-- NO! APB fires the shoulder up and King smacks the mat in anger before he hauls APB up, irish whipping him off the ropes before he runs off the perpendicular set, GOING FOR THE GAMEBREAKER -- NO, APB DODGES IT, KICKING KING IN THE GUT -- PILEDRIVER!!! APB finally hits it and he covers… ONE… TWO… THR-- KING KICKS OUT! SC: Two huge chances for APB to become the European Champion tonight and he narrowly misses out! SJ: Someone tell him they’re about to show re-runs of Murder She Wrote, he’ll finish this one faster than Kenny Freeman can make something trend! APB rolls to his knees, despairing at not becoming champion as Drake Mosa is using the ropes to help himself up, coughing following the unexpected spear. Bartsch makes a cut-throat gesture, signalling he’s going for the All Points Bulletin as Mosa turns, but before APB can hit it Darrius King runs off the ropes to his side, charging with a massive Gamebreaker!!! It sends APB flying into the ropes where he spills to the outside as the crowd boo and King smirks, dusting his hands to mock APB’s actions at the top of the match. King then turns, seeking to finish this one off -- BUT MOSA FLIES TO LIFE, GRABBING HIS WORKED-ON ARM AND DRAGGING HIM DOWN INTO THE CYANIDE PILL! The arena explodes into life as King desperately tries to escape the hold, wriggling his way around the ring, but before he can slip free Mosa hooks the head, wrenching back and locking it in! King screams out in pain as the fans are on their feet, half in excitement of the big submission hold but half booing for the fact APB is still out of it at ringside. King claws at the mat as he grits his teeth, digging deep and trying not to come anywhere near tapping as Mosa pulls back harder, shouting out. The fans are still on their feet as King reaches out for the edge of the ring, hoping to pull himself out and break it as the pain is coursing through his arm and Mosa smirks, laughing almost. King drags himself closer to the apron, reaching out as he can almost touch it, but Mosa leans on him more, adding more weight to try and move as he pulls the head back further. Suddenly a hand appears on the apron from the outside as the crowd cheer, and APB slowly begins to pull himself up, but it might be too late as King raises his arm! King looks to tap and APB comes to life just in time to dive forward, reaching into the ring and holding King’s hand away from the mat! The crowd explodes with cheers as King’s eyes widen and he tries to shake his head, desperate to tap but Bartsch won’t let him in a bid to save the match. APB then places a boot on the apron and pulls back with all his strength, dragging King across the mat and to the outside where Mosa finally breaks it, remaining in the ring! SJ: NO! That damn old-timer getting involved and stopping Drake Mosa’s chances, DAMMIT! SC: What an old-school veteran move from APB, saving this one and meaning he can still walk out European Champion. Not missing a beat APB slides into the ring as Mosa gets to his feet, and Mosa goes straight for Bartsch, looking to lock him in the Cyanide Pill -- but APB shoves him off, catching him on the return WITH THE ALL POINTS BULLETIN! APB SLOWLY FALLS TO HIS KNEES, COVERING… ONE… TWO… THRE-- KING REACHES IN FROM THE OUTSIDE, BREAKING IT! But Bartsch is like a wild animal as he goes right for King, pulling him in and he delivers a wild series of punches repeatedly, rocking King back and forth before he sends him into the ropes and NAILS THE ALL POINTS BULLETIN ON THE REBOUND! SURELY THIS TIME AS HE COVERS… ONE… TWO… THRE-- SAVED BY MOSA! Both men struggle up as Bartsch throws the punch, but Mosa dodges it, using the strength he has left to haul APB up onto his shoulders AND HE PLANTS HIM WITH THE DANGER TO SOCIETY! HE COVERS… ONE… TWO… THRE-- NO!!! The fans can’t believe it at this point as Mosa drags himself to his feet, pulling APB up too as he lifts him for a second Danger To Society just as King gets up too and runs off the ropes, and as Mosa staggers round King charges into him -- WITH A MASSIVE GAMEBREAKER THAT SENDS ALL THREE MAN CRASHING TO THE MAT! SC: All three are down, what action we’ve seen here, but who will take home the European Championship?! SJ: SHAGRATH ON HIS AMAZING RETURN!!! The fans stomp and clap, trying to get all three into this as slowly Darrius King makes it up first, the least rocked and damaged of the three. He leans on the ropes, recovering as Mosa and APB slowly stumble up to their feet, neither coming to blows with the other as they too attempt to recover. APB turns, looking to attack Mosa, but out of nowhere Mosa leaps at him with a headbutt, dropping him to the mat before King attempts another Gamebreaker -- only for Johnny Frost to pull down the rope, allowing Mosa to follow up with another yakuza kick, sending King flying! Mosa quickly gets to work, going to the nearest top turnbuckle as he rips off the covering, staring at the steel beneath with a menacing grin. Behind him APB turns and spots a chance, running for Mosa -- WHO HAD IT SCOUTED, SIDE-STEPPING AND SMASHING APB’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL! APB FALLS BACK AS MOSA COLLAPSES ONTO HIM AMIDST HUGE BOOS, AND HE LAUGHS MANIACALLY AS THE REFEREE COUNTS… ONE… TWO… THREE! DRAKE MOSA IS THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F European Champion: Drake Mosa Frost grabs the title and hoists in the air on behalf of Drake Mosa as the crowd boo with a lot of what many call "OOC VENOM" it is that loud. Mosa drops out of the ring and walks with a purpose up the aisle as Johnny Frost holds the title overhead. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA WHERE WE SEE TFWF HALL-OF-FAMER, TORCH, AND THE CURRENT TFWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, PHENOM. THEY SHARE A LAUGH OVER A STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE AS THE CAMERA SETTLES DOWN RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM.) T: ...what was it, just a few years ago you stabbed a pen through my face? P: Was it a pen? (TORCH ROLLS HIS EYES.) T: Oh, fuck off, you remember. P: I remember you screaming like a bitch. That count? T: Very funny, asshole. Anyway, break a leg, tonight. I talked with Hondo a bit last week, and he's not playing around. P: Wouldn't have it any other way. (THEY SHARE ANOTHER MUTUAL GRIN, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, TORCH NARROWS HIS EYES AT SOMETHING DOWN BY HIS FEET. HE ARCHES AN EYEBROW, PICKS UP THE OBJECT, AND HOLDS IT UP TO PHENOM.) T: You drop this, you fucking slob? (PHENOM WINCES A BIT AND GRABS THE OBJECT OUT OF TORCH'S HAND -- A BAGEL THAT'S RECENTLY BEEN BITTEN INTO.) P: The hell? Who am I -- the Earl? (TORCH SHRUGS AND TOSSES IT ONTO A NEARBY TABLE.) T: Well, anyway, look -- just from one old warhorse to another: knock some heads tonight, yeah? (PHENOM NODS AS THEY CLAP HANDS BEFORE TORCH MAKES HIS EXIT OFF-SCREEN. AT THIS POINT, 'NOM NARROWS HIS EYES AND LOOKS DOWN AT THE BAGEL CURIOUSLY, NOTING THE RED LIPSTICK AROUND THE BITE.) P: Knock some heads... sure... (CUT TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Phenom looking a little nervous, you think? SJ: Of what? Some messy girl who can't finish a bagel? SC: Jack Hondo, Snoop. SJ: Maybe. After all, we didn't get the HOLE story. SC: ... T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match: Phenom (c) vs Jack Hondo [FLASHBACK: THE SCREEN DISSOLVES INTO A BLACK AND WHITE MONTAGE OF THE CLASSIC BOUTS BETWEEN PHENOM AND JACK HONDO EARLIER THIS YEAR, FROM HONDO'S RISE AMONG THE RANKS IN THE TFWF TO PHENOM'S INCREDIBLE REIGN AS WORLD CHAMPION. AS BOTH PATHS COVERGE, WE CUT TO PHENOM LOSING THE WORLD TITLE BUT WINNING THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP WITH AN ABSOLUTE VENGEANCE. HONDO'S DEALINGS WITH DARRIUS KING ARE THEN HIGHLIGHTED BEFORE FINALLY CULMINATING IN HIS MONUMENTAL VICTORY TO SECURE AN IC TITLE SHOT. THIS IS INTERSPLICED WITH PHENOM'S RIVALRY WITH DRAGON DEMONICO BEFORE LEADING INTO AN EXPERTLY-CUT MONTAGE OF BOTH MEN'S WAR OF WORDS WITH EACH OTHER AND, EVENTUALLY, A SHOT OF THE TITLE UP FOR CONTENTION. ONE MAN'S DESTINY -- ONE MAN'S DOMINANCE. WHO WILL PREVAIL?] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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: Now I don't know who is a bigger fan favourite here tonight...this man the South's Biggest Export...or the veteran Champion who has done it all in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: I do know one thing...if I was ever going to have a nap...this would be an excellent time. JH: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING FACE POP. 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 T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Phenom!!! SC: The near 300 pound legend is here and he looks ready for business. SJ: No love lost between these two clowns thats for sure... As the referee comes over to make sure both men are fit for their contest, we see Hondo limbering up in the corner to a loud chant of "Hondo" while the champion stays cool in his respective corner. The big man's stoic face doesn't seem to give much in the way of insight as Hondo pumps his fist up into the air in rhythmic fashion to get the crowd on his side. Phenom, meanwhile, continues eyeing his opponent like a predator, his movements kept to a minimum as the ref makes his way to the veteran's side. As the ref signals for the bell, it's off to the races as Hondo looks to approach this match a bit lighter on his feet than usual, giving up more than fifty lbs. to the much more massive Phenom. The crowd's pro-Hondo stance begins to subside a bit as Phenom lurches his way to the middle of the ring, gathering a bit of a chant for the "New York Nightmare," now. The veteran pays no mind however as both men approach each other, eyeing each other carefully before circling one another. SC: Crowd seems to be split here, partner. SJ: About who sucks more? Me, too. SC: Will you stop?! Eventually both men go to lock up, but Hondo deftly ducks out of the way, leaving Phenom to lunge at nothing but air. Again, Hondo with that Muhammad Ali-style bounciness to his footwork, as Phenom turns and goes to lock up once more, but Hondo gets out of the way for a second time. Phenom looks frustrated, and he eventually spits on the mat before looking to tie up for a third time. Hondo cracks a small grin and once more dodges out of Phenom's path, but follows the slip with a hard toe kick right to the top of Phenom's thigh. 'Nom buckles for a moment and answers back with a big wound-up clothesline, but Hondo sees it coming a mile away and ducks it, gifting him the opportunity for another toe kick to Phenom's other thigh, now. The strike catches Phenom completely off-guard again as he shuffles back, letting Hondo know that me might be onto something if he keeps this up. Phenom, even more frustrated now, explodes forward with a Yakuza kick and hits nothing but air for a THIRD time, giving Jack JUST enough of a window to run the ropes and hit Phenom with a shoulder block. The big man tenses up however and stands his ground, absorbing the tackle and nearly knocking Hondo back from the force. Phenom cracks a grin and beckons Hondo to hit him again, to which he obliges. Running the ropes, he goes for another tackle but at the last minute changes it up with a linebacker-esque tackle right back to the legs which Phenom DOESN'T brace himself for -- causing the hardcore veteran to crash to the ground! There's a mixed reaction from the crowd who seem to be heavily divided on who to cheer for as Hondo immediately capitalizes on the situation, jerking Phenom's head off the canvas and laying in some heavy forearm shots to Phenom's head. With Phenom on the ground, Hondo knows this is his moment to go to town, but Phenom's toughness is unmistakable as he manages to shove Hondo off of him. Phenom immediately back up to his feet, favoring his head slightly, before shooting an angry glare at the "South's Greatest Export." Hondo, meanwhile, looks rather proud of himself -- even gesturing that he's already knocked the big man down and that all he has to do is stick and move to "win that belt." Sneering, Phenom rushes forward and this time finally manages to catch Hondo in a tie-up, pushing him up against the ropes. The ref goes to count, but at "four," is told to "f*ck off" by the champion as he slings Hondo over to the other side of the ring with an Irish whip. He tries to hit a clothesline, but is a little too slow, completely whiffing -- but as Hondo hits the opposite side, Phenom follows him and gives him a HUGE lariat that sends Hondo flying over the ropes and crashing hard to the mat below. SC: This is gonna be like Ali and Frazier -- I love it! SJ: In the sense that it would have been relevant decades ago? The crowd "oooh" big at Phenom, who's standing in the middle of the ring with only one expression -- "Get. Back. In." Hondo narrows his eyes and slides back into the ring, before ducking another grapple attempt. He swings around Phenom and tries a back suplex but is ultimately denied with cold, hard elbow right to the jaw. Hondo keeps his grip, but Phenom blasts him again which is just enough to loosen the grip. Spinning behind Hondo, Phenom shows off his power and demonstrates how it's done as 'Nom takes Hondo down with a HUGE back suplex -- dropping the Georgia native at a rather precarious angle from the looks of it. Without wasting any time, Phenom initiates a barrage of stomps on Hondo before eventually picking him up again. He throws him into a nearby corner and begins unleashing a series of skull-crushing elbow-shots to the side of Hondo's head before using another Irish whip into the opposite corner. Running full-steam ahead, Phenom readies for another big shot, but Hondo gets out of there with the quickness -- causing Phenom to hit the set of turnbuckles chest-first and at full-force. Favoring his neck, Hondo quickly hops up to the second rope and judges his trajectory before leaping forth with another big shoulder tackle. Again, Phenom goes down, and here's Hondo with the first pin attempt: ONE! TWO! Kick-out by Phenom! Both men get back up to their feet, and it's here that Phenom answers the tackle with a hard right hand, but Hondo blocks it and in response, nails a well-placed dropkick to Phenom's kneecap. Phenom lets out a grunt as he takes a knee, watching Hondo use the ropes again to his advantage for some sort of dashing strike, but Phenom pops up with the quickness and absolutely PLANTS Hondo into the ground with a spinebuster! Phenom with the pin attempt now, and he also is denied at the two-count via a shoulder up. It seems that both men's styles are negating the others, but thankfully for Hondo, Phenom seems to be showing some signs of tiredness a little bit before his opponent. As they go at it again, all technique is just right out the window as they begin wailing on each other with right hands and forearm shivers, but it's eventually 'Nom's power that gets the upper hand, sending Hondo staggering back with a forceful clubbing blow to the back of the neck. Not wanting to waste any time, Phenom scoops Hondo up for a bodyslam and nails it before running the ropes and hitting a decently-high leg-drop right across the throat. Hondo pops up, gasping for air, but it's Phenom's who right back on him, wrenching at Hondo mercilessly with a chinlock to catch his breath. Hondo starting to fade here as the referee raises one of his arms for the obligatory count, but Hondo stays strong. After the second drop, Hondo finds it within him to stay alive, slowly but surely making it to his feet! Elbow to Phenom’s stomach to stun the big man, then another, then another – and he’s free! Hondo runs the ropes, ducks a big boot from Phenom, and Hondo turns back and catches the surprised Phenom with a kick to the stomach – VERTICAL SUPLEX ON THE MONSTER! The crowd goes wild as Hondo goes for the pin, but is ultimately denied as Phenom throws a heavy shoulder up. Hondo grabbing the mount, now, and without hesitations begins raining down punches to the cheers of his rabid fanbase while Phenom’s people are very much against it. He drags Phenom up and nails a clubbing blow of his own to the back of Phenom’s head before hitting the ropes and unleashing a knee lift that cracks Phenom right in the jaw. ‘Nom’s head goes flying back as Hondo then whips Phenom over with a somewhat clumsy snapmare that lands Phenom in the seated position. However, the nimble Hondo sees his opening and runs the ropes and hits a nasty grizzly clothesline that nearly takes Phenom’s head off! SC: Back and forth action between these two men, neither man wanting to quit... SJ: No man born in 1944 would quit on this one Scoop... SC: WILL YOU BE SERIOUS! Hondo and Phenom battle back again with rights, lefts as both men are now on their feet. Hondo tries to send Phenom into the ride into the corner, but Phenom puts the brakes on and counters with a big short arm clothesline of his own. Hondo hits the mat very hard, Phenom picks him up again and lifts him into a stalling suplex position connecting with some power behind it, but the cover only gets a 2 as Hondo powers a shoulder up. Phenom picks him up to his feet and hits two big shots to the chin backing Hondo into the corner...then he pauses... SC: What’s this pause all about? Phenom has a chance to put him away... SJ: It’s happened! SC: What’s happened? SJ: It’s finally dawned on Phenom how big of a chump ass he really is... SC: WILL YOU STOP! Phenom seems somewhat lost, maybe even a bit perplexed, he shakes his head and then looks to charge into Hondo with a shoulder block, but Hondo dodges out of the way and Nom goes crashing into the turnbuckles. Hondo in a cheeky fashion tries to turn the move into a standing sunset flip, but Phenom smashes his legs together around Hondo’s head and kicks out. The two men get up and Hondo fails with a small package pin attempt. The crowd begins to amp up their appreciation of the two men as they both get to their feet again. Phenom who seems disorientated now swings with a wild right hand and Hondo ducks underneath, countering with a belly to belly suplex and another close call on the pin attempt. Hondo pulls Phenom to his feet, but Phenom blocks the move and out of nowhere scores the ‘Final Destination’. SC: He hit it! He hit it! SJ: It’s all over now! Phenom has Hondo completely out in the middle of the ring and then starts to look around to the crowd. SC: What’s he doing now? Phenom drops down and rolls out of the ring and pushes Jaycee off of his chair and throws it into the ring. SC: Oh God...not like this...there is absolutely no need to do this ‘Nom. SJ: Smash the hillbillies brain’s in! Phenom lays the chair down in the middle of the ring. Referee Shane Stones attempts to pick it up and Phenom threatens to sock him with it if he does. Shane tries to explain that would be a DQ, but Phenom doesn’t seem like he wants to be reasoned with and then delivers the ‘Final Destination’ to Shane Stones on the chair!!! SC: What the hell is going on with Phenom?!?! The crowd boo Phenom heavily...he looks at them and shakes his head. SJ: I am pretty sure he has gone Lady Gaga in the middle of the ring... SC: The fans had really only started to embrace the New York Nightmare in recent months...hell his feud with Dragon Demonico had these fans putting ‘Nom on top of the respected list as far as I can tell. SJ: Yeah, but maybe he knows he cannot retain the Intercontinental Championship by just beating Jack Hondo...he needs to totally put out Hondo...then again...I don’t care what happens...where’s that hot dog vendor... Referee Gene Perry comes racing down to the ring and gets in he tries to reason also with Phenom, but Phenom looks ready to do the same thing to him when Hondo stirs on the mat and delivers a kick to the shins of Phenom. SC: Hondo is up and this place is on their feet! Phenom grabs Hondo by the throat and pulls him fully to his feet and looks to hit a second ‘Final Destination’, but Hondo blocks the move and hits a big European uppercut, picking up ‘Nom and nailing the ‘Pump Hondo-Slam’. The crowd erupts and Hondo makes the cover...one...two...three! SC: We have a new Intercontinental Champion!!! Gene grabs the Intercontinental Championship and presents it to Hondo who gets to his feet and hoists it in the air. The crowd are going wild as Phenom rolls around on the mat. Gene picks up Shane and tries to revive his referee colleague as Hondo’s music plays and he celebrates...but then Phenom is on his feet and staring a burning hole into Jack Hondo. SC: Ok, we need to get some security out here...Phenom is pissed and Hondo could well be in the firing line. SJ: Finally this match is getting good! Phenom goes nose to nose with Jack Hondo...before...walking off?? SC: What is going on with Phenom... Hondo pleads for Phenom to explain himself...but Nom storms to the backstage area kicking over a stationary T.F.W.F. sign in the process on the ramp way as sparks fly out of it. Hondo looks perplexed as anyone in the ring area, almost reluctant to even celebrate his title victory...as this Intercontinental Championship match takes the most bizarre of turns for the finish. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Jack Hondo (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (ACTION CUTS TO BACKSTAGE WHERE TFWF LEGEND DA GREMLIN IS STANDING IN CONVERSATION WITH TFWF AGENT PETER FILE.  THE CROWD IN THE ARENA POP LIKE CRAZY AT THE SIGHT OF THE TFWF LEGEND.  THE CAMERA MOVES IN AS FILE IS SPEAKING.) PF:  Well it’s been great to see you again Da Gremlin, the more TFWF friendly faces around here tonight the better. DG:  I hear that.  I wasn’t going to miss the chance to see the ORC get what’s coming to them. (FILE NODS AND GOES TO SPEAK WHEN HE SPOTS SOMEONE BEHIND DA GREMLIN AND STOPS.  GREMLIN NOTICES AND TURNS AROUND, THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL FALLEN ANGEL!!  THE CROWD POP IS HUGE AS ANGEL AND DA GREMLIN NOD RESPECTFULLY TO EACH OTHER.  FILE MAKES AN EXIT AS ANGEL SMIRKS.) FA:  Man.  Now there’s someone I didn’t think I’d see here again.  Welcome home man. (DA GREMLIN SMIRKS BUT LOOKS SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE AS HE REPLIES.) DG:  Thanks Angel.  FA:  I saw your interview on TFWF Facebook, you spoke a lot of sense.  Good to know that the TFWF legends who helped build this company understand what we’re doing here tonight. (AGAIN DA GREMLIN NODS BUT DOESN’T LOOK ENTIRELY COMFORTABLE.) DG:  Yeah man.  Look, I should really be going because… FA:  What’s up?  I thought we were cool these days? DG:  Yeah we are, it’s just I’m not sure about… FA:  Who? ???:  ME. (THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL NONE OTHER THAN TFWF ICON AND FALLEN ANGEL’S MOST HEATED AND BITTER ENEMY, TIGER YOUNG, STANDING DIRECTLY BEHIND FALLEN ANGEL!!!!  THE CROWD POP IS OFF THE CHARTS AS TWO OF THE BIGGEST RIVALS IN TFWF HISTORY ARE FACE TO FACE.  DA GREMLIN SMIRKS SLIGHTLY AND LOOKS WORRIED.) DG:  Long time no see, huh guys? (FALLEN ANGEL AND TIGER YOUNG CONTINUE TO STARE EACH OTHER DOWN.  ALL THE YEARS OF HISTORY BETWEEN THEM ARE PLAYING OUT AS NEITHER MAN MOVES AN INCH.  THE TENSION IN THE AIR IS ELECTRIFYING AND THE CROWD NOISE IN THE ARENA IS DEAFENING.  EVENTUALLY, AFTER MORE INTENSE STARING TIGER YOUNG EXTENDS HIS HAND AND SMIRKS.) TY:  Go get ‘em, fucktard. (THE CROWD POP EVEN LOUDER AS ANGEL LOOKS AT YOUNG’S OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND THEN SMIRKS HIMSELF.) FA:  I’m going too, asshole. (THE CROWD ROAR AS ANGEL EXTENDS HIS HAND AND THE TWO MEN SHAKE HANDS.  NOT ANOTHER WORD IS SAID AS ANGEL TURNS AND WALKS OUT OF SHOT.  DA GREMLIN AND YOUNG STAND SIDE BY SIDE AND LOOK CONFIDENT AS THE ACTION CUTS BACK TO RINGSIDE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC:  WOW!  Tiger Young is here tonight!!!  The man who made the TFWF World Title the Undisputed World Title.  The man who helped build the TFWF.  He and Da Gremlin are here and they’re supporting Fallen Angel and Team TFWF! SJ:  Oh woopie, so Fallen Angel’s biggest rival is supporting him.  I’m sure that’s going to make a lot of difference when the ORC are kicking Angel’s old ass all over the arena! SC:  Folks, that’s two of the fiercest rivals in the game putting aside all the history to unite under the banner of the TFWF.  THAT is what tonight is all about!! SJ:  Ha.  Tiger Young and Fallen Angel can play best buddies all they want, it isn’t going to make any difference.  Oh and as for Young being the first Undisputed Champion?  That’s yesterday’s news.  You should be talking about the CURRENT Undisputed Champion. SC:  How could we not?  Folks the power in the TFWF is finely balanced but this next match could shift things completely in the favour of the ORC or bring the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title back to the TFWF.  It’s Michael Thunder versus Jack Benevolence and this is how we got to one of the most important World Title matches in history… DOUBLE MAIN EVENT: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match: Michael Thunder (c) vs Jack Benevolence [FLASHBACK:  THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE IS SHOWN IN ALL ITS GLORY.  THE SHOT LINGERS ON THE TITLE BELT AS THE WORDS, “THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS, SOUGHT AFTER AND IMPORTANT WORLD TITLE IN ALL OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING,” RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.  THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO THE FINAL MOMENTS OF THE WORLD TITLE MATCH AT AA12 BETWEEN FALLEN ANGEL, JACK BENEVOLENCE AND MDK.  WE SEE BENEVOLENCE PINNING FALLEN ANGEL TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION FOR THE FIRST TIME.  THE SHEER JOY ON BENEVOLENCE’S FACE IS CLEAR TO SEE AS HE REACHES THE PINNACLE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.  THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS, WE SEE THE ORC AND IN PARTICULAR MICHAEL THUNDER.  THE CASH-IN OF THUNDER’S ‘GOLDEN TICKET’ IS SHOWN AND MICHAEL THUNDER IS THE NEW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION!!  THE ORC ESCAPE WITH THE WORLD TITLE LIKE THIEVES IN THE NIGHT.  WE SEE BENEVOLENCE LOOKING DISTRAUGHT AT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM.  THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO MORE RECENT EVENTS, THE ORC WALK OUT, BENEVOLENCE HOLDING THE COMPANY UP FOR MORE MONEY.  THE WORLD TITLE BELT IS FEATURED AGAIN AS THE WORDS, “THE BALANCE OF POWER WILL TIP IN ONE SIDE’S FAVOUR” RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.  THE FINAL IMAGE OF BENEVOLENCE AND THUNDER NOSE TO NOSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH THE WORLD TITLE BELT IN THE BACKGROUND.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...is one half of our double Main Event...and is for the...THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (BIG 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...Jack Benevolence!!! SC: Well, Mr. half a million dollar blackmail is here...nice to see he bothered to turn up... SJ: HOW DARE YOU! THE HOPES AND DREAMS OF THE T.F.W.F. REST WITH THIS MAN! JH: And his opponent... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. THE CROWD CHANT 'THUNDER SUCKS' OVER THE ORIGINAL LYRICS AS THUNDER HIMSELF STEPS OUT FROM THE CURTAIN. HE LOOKS AROUND THE CROWD WITH A TURNED-UP LIP AND CONTEMPT OVER HIS FACE, BEFORE WALKING DOWN THE RAMP. HE STOPS, GRABBING THE T-SHIRT OF A BOOING FAN AND HE DRAGS THEM UP, ALMOST PULLING THEM OVER THE BARRIER AS HE SHOUTS THAT HE DESERVES RESPECT. THUNDER THEN HEADS TO THE RING, STILL LOOKING PISSED OFF WITH EVERY ONE OF THE FANS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...he is the 2011 King of the Deathmatches and UNDISPUTED...WORLD...HEAVYWEIGHT...CHAMPION...Michael Thunder!!! SC: Whatever your thoughts on Michael Thunder it has been a hell of a year for him...King of the Deathmatch winner...Golden ticket winner and now World Heavyweight Champion. SJ: And he has been damn underappreciated...SCW and the ORC understand what Michael Thunder brings to the ring and it's about time this crap ass organization did the same thing. The noise in the arena is deafening as Thunder and Benevolence stare each other down from opposite corners of the ring.  There’s a real ‘big fight’ atmosphere as the World Title and so much more is on the line here tonight at Ice Storm 2011.  Benevolence shares a few words with Russell White as Thunder kisses the World Title before handing it to the referee.  The ref presents the World Title to Benevolence who touches the title and nods as the referee holds the World Title up to the crowd who cheer loudly. SC:  And there it is folks – the most prestigious and important World Title in all of professional wrestling and tonight it hangs in the balance between the TFWF and the One Ring Circus. SJ:  That’s the power and influence right there.  Make no mistake about it, whoever holds that World Title, holds all the power in the TFWF.  It’s not just a prop or a prize.  It’s everything the TFWF stands for and without it, the TFWF is nothing! SC:  Unfortunately Snoop couldn’t be more right.  That World Title is a symbol of hope in this never ending struggle with the ORC.  As long as Michael Thunder holds the World Title we will continue to see chaos and division in this once great company. SJ:  The best part about it is you’re relying on Jack Benevolence!  He’d throw his Mother under a bus if it meant he’d get a bigger pay off.  Benevolence is here tonight for himself and the TFWF are screwed!! SC:  It’s not the best situation to be in - putting all our hopes on a man like Jack Benevolence.  I just can’t believe it’s all about money and stardom for him.  Benevolence has to know how important it is he regains the World Title tonight and brings it back to the TFWF. SJ:  Just a shame he’s going up against one of the best wrestlers of all time!  Thunder is going to school Benevolence here tonight.  And once he retains the World Title…well then it’s only a matter of time before the TFWF closes it’s doors…permanently. With the formalities out of the way the referee checks over Thunder and Benevolence for any hidden weapons.  Both men are clean as the referee nods to both to check they’re ready for this huge match.  Thunder nods his head and cracks his knuckles.  Benevolence smirks, rolls his shoulders and motions to Thunder to bring it on!  The referee signals to the time keeper and the bell sounds to start this historic and highly important World Title match!!!  The two men slowly walk out of their respective corners and meet in the middle of the ring.  The crowd, while small, are red hot and a big chant of “let’s go Jack,” breaks out as Thunder and Benevolence go nose to nose.  Thunder smirks and fires off some trash talk.  Benevolence returns fire with a volley of his own and then both men nod and step back a couple of paces.  SC:  The intensity in that ring is incredible and immediately the TFWF fans are showing their support for Jack Benevolence.  SJ:  Which just proves what idiots they are!  Like Benevolence gives a crap about them or this dying company! They lock up with one of the most intense collar and elbow lock ups in TFWF history!!  The two men are evenly matched for size and strength and it’s a back and forth battle for control.  Benevolence takes the upper hand, transitioning into a side head lock and then flipping Thunder down with a side head lock take down.  He quickly spins around on Thunder’s back in an amateur wrestling style, before slapping Thunder around the head and then leaping to his feet to a big crowd pop!  Benevolence ignores the crowd and bounces around on his toes as Thunder gets to his feet looking furious.  He quickly goes for the collar and elbow tie up again but Benevolence quickly turns it into an arm wringer and then into a hammer lock.  He uses the hold to force Thunder down to the mat.  Benevolence floats over and hooks on a front face look.  Thunder spins out of it, hooking Benevolence’s arm and trying to get back to his feet, but Benevolence returns the move, spinning out and hooking Thunder in a side head lock again!  Thunder is fighting for control but Benevolence is quicker and as Thunder gets to his knees, Benevolence dives over him with a rolling magistral cradle into a pin, 1…….2……Thunder just kicks out in time!!!  The crowd let out a loud ‘ohh’ as both men leap to their feet and Benevolence motions he was ‘this close,’ to pinning the World Champion! SC:  Wow!!  Jack Benevolence nearly scored the flash pin on the World  Champion!  Thunder is a step off the pace here so far Snoop. SJ:  Or it’s because Benevolence is pulling his trunks and cheating as usual! Benevolence looks full of confidence and Thunder charges but Benevolence catches him with an arm drag, Thunder hits the mat and pops up onto his feet where Benevolence is waiting with another arm drag, then another!!  Thunder is woozy and staggers to his feet as Benevolence blasts him with a standing drop kick to the jaw!  The crowd pop as Thunder rolls out of the ring to recover.  Benevolence stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd cheer him on.  He looks around him and smirks before giving the crowd the double bird which brings some loud booing.  SC:  Jack Benevolence dominating the early going here but he’s quick to let the TFWF fans what he thinks of them. SJ:  If only Benevolence had the sense to join the ORC – we could have all been so happy together! Thunder is up on the outside as Benevolence grabs the top rope and then uses it to vault up and over and lands on Thunder with a cross body!  The crowd are right behind Benevolence as he brings Thunder to his feet and rams his head off the ring apron.  Thunder is dazed as Benevolence quickly rolls him back in the ring and goes for another cover, 1……2….Thunder kicks out with authority.  Benevolence is on his feet and he charges with a clothesline but Thunder ducks out the way!  Benevolence hits the ropes and Thunder ducks his head for a back drop but Benevolence puts the breaks on and kicks Thunder in the chest!  He stands upright and Benevolence cracks him across the face with a huge open handed slap!!!  The crowd pop and quickly start a “you got bitch slapped” chant as Benevolence stands smirking at the stunned and furious World Champion!!  Thunder charges but Benevolence drops down, grabbing the top rope and hauling it down to send Thunder spilling to the outside again!!  Benevolence gets to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms raised as again the pro-TFWF crowd cheer him!! SJ:  This is getting God damn ridiculous! Come on Thunder, get in the game! SC:  I wonder if Michael Thunder has under estimated Jack Benevolence here tonight?  That would be a huge mistake as Benevolence is proving he’s more than a match for the veteran World Champion. SJ:  I just don’t get why these people are cheering the man!  He’s not doing this for you idiots!! SC:  That’s true, but he’s the best hope the TFWF have of getting the World Title back and away from the ORC.  No wonder people are cheering him! The crowd are fired up as Thunder staggers to his feet on the outside.  Benevolence charges and leaps with a baseball slide drop kick, but Thunder dodges out the way.  He grabs Benevolence by the legs and using all his strength he hauls Benevolence off the ring apron, swings him around and slams him with full force into the steel ring barricade!!!  The crowd once again let out a mighty ‘ohh’ at the impact of Benevolence’s head and shoulder with a unforgiving steel.  Thunder drops to his knees and smirks as Benevolence rolls around clutching at his right shoulder. SJ:  YES!  THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!! SC:  Will you sit down?!  Michael Thunder using all his veteran instincts there and Jack Benevolence looks like he could have injured his right shoulder with the brutal impact on the steel guard rail! Thunder is up and wastes no time in stomping the holy hell out of Benevolence’s head and shoulder.  He grabs hold of the barricade for extra pressure and then stands on Benevolence’s throat, choking the life out of him!!  The referee is yelling at Thunder to break the choke and eventually he does.  The referee’s count is at 8 as Thunder rolls Benevolence into the ring.  The challenger struggles to his feet but Thunder is waiting with a big running boot to the head.  Benevolence is knocked into the corner and Thunder charges, scoring with a big shoulder charge to the mid section that knocks the wind out of Benevolence.  Thunder scores with repeated shoulder charges in the corner before whipping Benevolence into the opposite corner.  Benevolence hits the turnbuckles hard and staggers back to the centre of the ring where Thunder is waiting with a huge clothesline to the face!!  Benevolence is knocked silly as Thunder makes his first cover of the match, 1……2…..Benevolence kicks out in time!  Thunder brings Benevolence to his feet and lands some forearm shots to the side of the head.  He whips Benevolence off the ropes and swings with a punch, but Benevolence ducks it and hits the opposite ropes.  Benevolence rebounds but Thunder is waiting with a huge belly to belly overhead suplex that launches the challenger into the lights!!  He crashes down onto the mat as Thunder sets himself and then charges, cracking the dazed Benevolence with a big running knee strike to the head!!  Thunder makes the cover, 1…….2…..Benevolence rolls his shoulder up!  Thunder kicks away at Benevolence’s head before bringing him to his feet.  He lands a couple of stiff European uppercuts before pointing to something out the ring, the referee turns his head and Thunder rakes Benevolence across the eyes!!  The crowd are booing loudly as Benevolence is blinded, he swings a few punches that Thunder easily dodges.  The World Champion then kicks Benevolence in the mid section and plants him with a DDT!  He makes the cover, 1……2….again Benevolence kicks out as the crowd cheer! SC:  The World Champion, Michael Thunder, has taken complete control of this match folks and he’s showing that he’s as dangerous inside the ring as he is devious outside of it! SJ:  Thunder isn’t devious.  He’s just a smart businessman and a guy who is sick of the TFWF and wants to make a change for the better. SC:  No, he wants to kill the TFWF because he’s a twisted, jealous bastard, just like the rest of the ORC! SJ:  HEY!!  Little respect Scoop, please!  I’d do the same for you! SC:  That’s probably the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. SJ:  Why thank you. Thunder is up and jawing at the referee about his count being slow.  As the referee checks on Benevolence, Thunder goes to one of the corners and starts removing the turnbuckle pad.  The referee quickly spots him and admonishes the ORC man.  Thunder smirks and holds his hands up and walks away.  The referee starts fixing the turnbuckle back on as Thunder removes a pair of brass knucks from his trunks!!  The crowd are booing like crazy as he approaches Benevolence who looks out of it.  Thunder rears back for the big knockout punch with the knucks but Benevolence is playing possum and he blasts Thunder with a low blow!!!  The crowd goes crazy as the brass knucks go flying and Thunder drops to his knees!!  The referee turns around as Benevolence hooks Thunder and brings him to his feet before planting him with a spinning neckbreaker!!  He makes the cover, 1……2…..Thunder kicks out as the crowd boo. SJ:  That’s disgraceful!  Jack Benevolence cheated and nearly stole the World Title!  Why the hell are these idiots cheering him? SC:  They obviously hate Thunder more than Benevolence.  I don’t know why you’re complaining, Thunder distracted the referee and tried to use brass knucks! The crowd are once again getting behind Benevolence as he gets to his feet and waits for Thunder to stand up.  As soon as he does Benevolence hooks him for a German suplex, but Thunder blocks it!  Standing switch by Thunder, he goes for the German suplex, but Benevolence blocks the attempt.  Reversal by Benevolence but Thunder swings a leg back and cracks Benevolence with a low blow!!!!  The crowd are all over Thunder as the referee didn’t spot the low blow!!  Thunder laughs and grabs Benevolence and throws him headfirst into the corner and Benevolence smashes his right shoulder into the steel ring post!!  The crowd boo as Thunder repeats the move in the opposite corner, before doing the same in third and then the final corner of the ring!!!  Benevolence looks in serious trouble as he clutches at his right shoulder as Michael Thunder stands over him and laughs loudly to a huge chorus of boos from the TFWF faithful. SC:  Sickening attack by Michael Thunder here folks.  He appeared to hurt Benevolence’s shoulder earlier in the match but now it’s certainly badly injured. SJ:  Just goes to prove how damn smart the World Champion is.  He hooks that bad arm in the ‘Thunderstruck’ and it’s all over!! Thunder looks totally in control as he brings Benevolence to his feet and nails some hard forearm shots to the side of the challenger’s head.  Benevolence is rocked back against the ropes as Thunder wraps his bad arm around the top rope and starts hauling on it.  He slams repeated punches into Benevolence’s shoulder as the referee makes his count.  With the count at 4 Thunder backs off and then kicks Benevolence in the side of the head before grabbing his arm, spinning around and then whipping Benevolence down to the mat!!  Benevolence smashes his shoulder into the mat as Thunder goes to the second turnbuckle on the inside and leaps off landing a big knee drop right onto the injured shoulder of Jack Benevolence!!  The crowd heat is huge as Thunder quickly hooks Benevolence in a cross face and hauls on his bad arm! SJ:  This is it!!  He’s going to tap out.  Just like the whole TFWF, Jack Benevolence is just going to give up to the power of the ORC!! SC:  It’s going to take more than that to beat Benevolence.  He might be an arrogant and hateful son of a bitch, but he’s one of the toughest men in the sport today! The crowd are going wild as Thunder leans back on the arm submission as Benevolence yells in pain.  The referee is down asking Benevolence if he quits but he refuses and tries to move his legs around to reach the ropes.  Thunder has the cross face locked in tight as Benevolence looks like he might be forced to tap out!  The crowd are booing again as Thunder laughs and just as Benevolence stretches his legs out to the ropes, Thunder transitions into a STF!!!  SJ:  That’s why he’s World Champion, thinking on his feet and putting even more of a hurting on Benevolence! SC:  I have to admit, that was a smart move by Thunder.  Benevolence is in real trouble here folks!! Benevolence is fighting with everything he’s got as the referee again asks him if he wants to tap out.  Benevolence again shakes his head and as Thunder leans back, Benevolence shifts his weight and rolls Thunder onto his shoulders for a pinfall, 1…..2….Thunder rolls his shoulder up and releases the hold!!  The crowd pop as both men are back on their feet, Thunder goes for a big boot, Benevolence dodges out the way, he lands a kick to the mid section and then goes for a powerbomb, but his arm is too injured and he can’t complete the move!  Thunder staggers back and Benevolence charges but Thunder catches him with a drop toe hold and then rolls into a Kimura right in the middle of the ring!!!! SJ:  YES!!!  TAP OUT YOU TFWF SON OF A BITCH!! SC:  HOLD ON JACK, DAMN IT HOLD ON!! The noise in the arena is deafening as Thunder cranks on the injured arm of Benevolence and screams at him to tap out, but Benevolence shakes his head and tries to roll away from the pressure, but Thunder rolls with him and ends up in an even better position with the Kimura arm lock in tight!!  Benevolence is fading fast as the referee checks on him and pleads with him to tap out.  His arm is bent at a horrific angle as Thunder looks ready to snap his arm and separate Benevolence’s shoulder!!!  Russell White has seen enough and he jumps onto the ring apron!!  SJ:  Get that idiot off the ring apron!!  Benevolence was about to tap out, damn it! SC:  Russell White might very well have saved Jack Benevolence there! The referee turns to deal with White and Thunder releases the Kimura.  Benevolence is down and out as Thunder walks across the ring and grabs White by the collar!!  He looks ready to knock White into next week but White is able to wriggle free and drops down to the floor.  Thunder shouts a few more words of abuse at White before turning back around to deal with Benevolence.  But the challenger is up!!!  Kick to the mid section!!!  JACK HAMMER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!  The crowd explode with noise as Benevolence collapses on Thunder and makes the cover, 1……..2……Thunder kicks out!!! SC:  Ohh!!  I thought that was it.  So close there a Jack Hammer out of nowhere spikes Michael Thunder on his head but somehow he kicked out and this match continues!! SJ:  Holy crap, where did Benevolence get that from?  Come on Thunder, it’s just a bump in the road, finish this piece of trash and take the World Title back to SCW!! The arena is rocking as both men are down in the centre of the ring and the referee begins to make his standing ten count.  Benevolence is still clutching his injured arm and trying to get some life back into it.  Thunder stares up at the ceiling and tries desperately to recover from the brutal head drop move by the challenger.  The crowd are counting along with the referee as he hits 6 and Benevolence starts to slowly stir.  At the count of 8 Thunder hauls himself up using the ropes as Benevolence stands up on the opposite side of the ring.  The two men stare each other down for a moment before charging forward and exchanging punches!!  Benevolence can only throw with his left hand and the crowd cheer his every punch and boo loudly when Thunder returns fire!!  They trade punches in the middle of the ring, before Benevolence gets the advantage with three unanswered punches!  Thunder is backed against the ropes as Benevolence gets some distance and then charges, but Thunder ducks down and lifts Benevolence over the top rope and he lands on the ring apron!  Benevolence goes for a punch but Thunder ducks it and nails a roaring forearm shot that knocks Benevolence loopy!!  He is hanging on the top rope as Thunder climbs out onto the ring apron. SC:  This is always such a dangerous predicament when both competitors are battling on the ring apron.  There’s no telling what either man will do to the other here! SJ:  There’s nothing under them apart from wood, steel and a five foot drop to the floor! Benevolence looks out of it as Thunder smirks and goes to grab him but Benevolence blocks his attempt and with his good arm heaves Thunder up onto his shoulder!!!  The crowd roar as Benevolence looks to hit a second ‘Jack Hammer’ but Thunder elbows his way free!!  He lands behind the challenger and smashes him with a forearm shot to the back of the head before hooking Benevolence up and…THUNDERPLEX ON THE RING APRON!!!!  The crowd reaction is earth shaking as Benevolence lands on his bad shoulder and head on the ring apron before slumping to the floor.  The World Champion stands on the ring apron looking pleased with his work as the crowd shower him with hatred. SJ:  That is it.  That.  Is.  It.  Benevolence is done, stick a fork in him and make the count referee!  The World Title stays with the ORC! SC:  Oh my God!  Jack Benevolence must be seriously injured after that sickening Thunderplex onto the ring apron.  SJ:  Just get him in the ring Thunder, make the pin, and let’s get the hell out of this dump! Thunder quickly hops off the ring apron and grabs the unconsciousness Jack Benevolence, but he’s dead weight!  The referee is making his count as Thunder struggles but eventually lifts Benevolence up and rolls him into the ring.  The crowd are booing and freaking out as Thunder stands over Benevolence and then looks around before gesturing that the match is done.  He makes the cover on Benevolence, 1……..2……Benevolence kicks out!!  The crowd pop is off the charts as Thunder looks at the referee in disbelief and Benevolence tries to regain his senses. SC:  YES!!  Say what you will about Jack Benevolence but he is fighting with everything he’s got here tonight at Ice Storm!! I can’t believe he kicked out of that.  SJ:  Why are you and all these morons cheering him?  You know he hates you all and is only doing this for himself and the money. SC:  I don’t give a crap if he wants a hundred million dollars, as long as he beats Thunder and brings the World Title back to the TFWF!! Thunder is yelling at the referee as Russell White pours some water on Benevolence’s face to revive him.  Thunder spots him and quickly goes out of the ring and after White!!  The chase is on as White runs around the ring with Thunder in pursuit as the crowd roar.  White slides into the ring and Thunder follows him back in, but Benevolence is up and he cuts Thunder off with a running Yakuza kick to the face that flips Thunder around in mid air!!!  The crowd are going wild as Benevolence staggers to his feet as a dazed Michael Thunder rolls up onto his feet.  Thunder swings a punch but Benevolence ducks under it and kicks Thunder in the mid section.  He whips Thunder off the ropes, Benevolence swings and Thunder ducks under, he hits the opposite ropes, spinebuster from Benevolence!!!  He makes the cover, 1……2…..Thunder kicks out again!  Benevolence is up, he drags Thunder to his feet and whips him into the corner.  Benevolence charges but Thunder gets his boot up!  Thunder grabs Benevolence and throws him into the corner.  The crowd boo as Thunder hammers down hard punches to Benevolence before lifting him up and sitting him on the top turnbuckle.  The crowd are all on their feet as Thunder climbs to the second rope on the inside and looks to be going for a superplex!  He has Benevolence hooked, but he fights free with punches to the midsection!  Benevolence lands a couple of hard punches to the jaw and then stands up on the top turnbuckle, dives forward over Thunder, hooks him around the waist and spikes him into the mat with a huge sunset flip powerbomb!!!!!  The crowd are going ballistic as Benevolence slowly crawls over to Thunder and drapes an arm across his chest, 1.......2......FOOT ON THE ROPE BY THUNDER!!!!  The crowd all ‘ohh’ again in unison as Benevolence rolls away clutching his bad shoulder and cursing Thunder! SC:  Michael Thunder with the veteran instincts there to get his foot on the bottom rope and stop the count!  Jack Benevolence is right back in this match Snoop! SJ:  That was a lucky move and as soon as Thunder gets hold of that injured arm again – it’s game over! The crowd are rocking and right behind Benevolence as he staggers to his feet.  Thunder is up and Benevolence charges, but Thunder heaves him up and drops him throat first across the top rope!!  Benevolence staggers back into the middle of the ring where Thunder is waiting with a BACK DROP DRIVER!!!  He plants Benevolence on his head and bad shoulder!!  Thunder makes the cover, 1......2.....Benevolence kicks out just in time as the crowd roar!!  Thunder sneers as he picks Benevolence up, but he’s caught in an inside cradle, 1.....2....Thunder kicks out, Benevolence hooks him in a school boy roll up, 1.......2.....Thunder kicks out again!  Benevolence with a small package, 1......2......Thunder kicks out again!!  Both men stagger to their feet, roaring elbow from Thunder, he hits the ropes for momentum, flying knee strike from Benevolence!  The crowd are going wild as both men are back up, Benevolence misses a clothesline, Thunder hooks him around the head, he goes for a neckbreaker, Benevolence reverses, he goes for a DDT, Thunder grabs his bad arm – DIVORCE COURT ARMBREAKER AND INTO THUNDERSTRUCK ARM BREAKER!!!! SJ:  That’s it, that’s it, that is it!!  Time to tap like Fred Astaire! SC:  Thunder’s worked that right arm and shoulder the whole match and now he has the Thunderstruck locked in tight!!  This does not look good for Benevolence. The crowd are chanting, ‘please don’t tap’ as Benevolence yells in pain and tries to hold on!!  Thunder is cranking on the hold as strongly as he can, leaning back with all his weight!!  The referee is yelling at Benevolence to tap but he shakes his head, grits his teeth and keeps fighting through the excruciating pain!!  Thunder shifts positions and leans back even further as Benevolence yells in agony again!  He slowly starts to shift his body around and tires to get to the ropes with his legs.  The crowd are stamping their feet and clapping in support as Benevolence makes a final stretch to the ropes with his legs, but Thunder stands up and drops three knee strikes in a row to Benevolence’s shoulder before rolling him back into the middle of the ring and hooking the THUNDERSTRUCK back on!!  Benevolence is yelling in pain as the referee begs him to tap out but he refuses! SC:  What guts and determination by Jack Benevolence here!!  So many others would have tapped out long before now! SJ:  He’s going to risk permanent injury if he doesn’t tap out quickly!  Thunder is not going to let this go! Benevolence is trying to crawl towards the ropes and break the submission hold on his injured arm but Thunder is fighting him with all his strength.  Benevolence looks to be fading fast and he slumps down, seemingly out cold!!  The crowd are going crazy as Thunder laughs and tells the referee it’s over!  The referee lifts Benevolence’s arm once, it falls to the mat!  He lifts it again but it drops to the mat again!  The referee lifts Benevolence’s arm up for the final time, it drops, but he stops it inches before the mat and starts fighting like crazy as the crowd roar!!! SC:  JACK BENEVOLENCE IS NOT DONE YET!!  THE WORLD TITLE COULD STILL BE COMING BACK TO TFWF!!! SJ:  NEVER!!! Benevolence is inches from the ropes as the referee keeps asking him if he wants to tap, but Benevolence shakes his head and somehow leans back, hooks Thunder with his free arm and pins the World Champion to the mat, 1.......2.....Thunder kicks out to a huge gasp from the crowd!!  They are both slow getting to their feet but Thunder is up first, he grabs Benevolence, but he blocks it and blasts Thunder with a low blow!!!  The crowd are going nuts as Benevolence heaves Thunder for the JACK HAMMER, but Thunder hammers down elbow strikes to the shoulder of Benevolence and he is forced to drop Thunder to the mat.  The World Champion is up as Benevolence swings and misses, Thunder hooks him THUNDERPLEX!!!  The crowd are in shock as Thunder makes the cover, 1.......2......Benevolence kicks out!!! SC:  YES, YES, HE KICKED OUT!! SJ:  FINISH THIS THUNDER, FINISH HIM NOW! Thunder can’t believe it as he grabs Benevolence and heaves him to his feet.  He slaps Benevolence in the face and yells at him.  Benevolence staggers back against the ropes and smirks, he flips Thunder off to a huge crowd pop!!!  Thunder charges, but Benevolence moves, Thunder hits the ropes, spinning lariat to the face by Benevolence!!  Thunder is stunned, Benevolence kick to the midsection, he heaves Thunder up, POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!!  Thunder staggers out of the corner as Benevolence hits the ropes for momentum – FLYING YAKUZA KICK TO THE FACE!!  Thunder is down but Benevolence heaves him up – BRAINBUSTER!!  Benevolence holds on, TIGER SUPLEX!!!  The crowd are going wild as Benevolence lets out a yell, heaves Thunder up – ARM CAPTURE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!  Benevolence makes the cover, 1.......2.....Thunder kicks out!!!!! SC:  How in the hell did Michael Thunder kick out of all that? SJ:  He’s the true World Champion, he’s a warrior, he’s everything that makes the ORC great!! Russell White is on the ring apron jawing at the referee about his count as Benevolence rolls away and clutches at his injured arm.  Michael Thunder is out cold as Benevolence slowly gets to his feet.  He joins White in arguing with the referee as the crowd implore him to finish the match!  Benevolence and White are going crazy as the referee tells them it was only a count of two!  They keep arguing as Thunder staggers to his feet – ROLL UP BY THUNDER, 1........2.....Benevolence just kicks out in time!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ as Benevolence gets to his feet looking shocked!  Thunder quickly hooks Benevolence for the THUNDERPLEX – but Benevolence blocks it, he heaves Thunder up onto his shoulders, bad shoulder and all he throws Thunder up -  JACK HAMMER!!!!!  Thunder is dropped right on his head and Benevolence collapses on him for the cover, 1......2.....Thunder rolls his shoulder an inch off the mat!!!  The crowd can’t believe it!  Russell White and the referee are equally as stunned.  Benevolence slams the mat in frustration, but he won’t be denied.  He brings Thunder to his feet – A SECOND JACK HAMMER!!!!  The crowd are going nuts as Benevolence hooks both legs, 1........2......3!!!!  The crowd pop is huge as Benevolence pins Michael Thunder!!! SC:  YES, YES, HE DID IT!!  JACK BENEVOLENCE IS WORLD CHAMPION AND THE WORLD TITLE IS BACK WITH THE TFWF!!! SJ:  NNNNOOOOOOOO!!! The crowd are going absolutely nuts as Benevolence is helped to his feet by Russell White.  The referee hands him the World Title and he looks at it, almost in disbelief, before raising it up to a big crowd pop!!  Benevolence drops to his knees and holds his right shoulder as Thunder rolls out of the ring and collapses on the floor.  Benevolence takes a few moments before finally standing back up and raising the World Title up again for another huge crowd pop. Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Jack Benevolence [HYPE VIDEO: NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION...ONCE MORE A KING SHALL BE CROWNED...FEBRUARY 2012.] DOUBLE MAIN EVENT: 5 on 5 Survival Elimination Match TEAM T.F.W.F. (Fallen Angel, Dragon Demonico, AC Thunder, Joey Lupino & Joel Bryant) vs THE ONE RING CIRCUS (MDK, Rick Rampage, Georgie Nickles, Viktor Kovalenko & Sean Panache) (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is one half of our double Main Event...and...IS THE TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH!!! *'WAKE UP' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE TRON VIDEO FOR THE ONE RING CIRCUS BEGINS TO PLAY. THE MEMBERS OF THE ORC WALK ONTO THE STAGE THROWING THE 'ORC' SIGNAL TO THE CROWD.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 1160 pounds...the team of...Sean Panache...the DWIWF North American Champion Georgie Nickles...Rick Rampage...Viktor Kovalenko...MDK...THE ONE RING CIRCUS!!! SJ: UNITY SCOOP! LOOK AT THIS UNITY!!!! OHHHHH IT'S GOING TO BE A MASSACRE! SC: Settle down Snoop... JH: And their opponents... *'SUPERHERO - JANE'S ADDICTION PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. A LIGHTENING BOLT EFFECT HITS THE RAMP IN FRONT OF THE CURTAIN AS THE SMOKE RISES AC THUNDER WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS TRON VIDEO BEHIND HIM SHOWING THE VARIOUS MOVES HE DOES. THUNDER MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A LOOK OF PURPOSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada...weighing 250 pounds...AC Thunder!!! SC: AC Thunder stepped up and didn't even have to be asked and of course the likes of Georgie Nickles have been people AC has had issues with. SJ: Yep well done...a 6'5 man having issues with a beautiful woman...can anyone say the phrase 'incredibly small penis'. JH: And his partner... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (NICE 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: A big favourite amongst our younger T.F.W.F. fans and no doubt has a bright future here in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: Yep those hot dog vendor roles are hard to come by... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And their partner... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WOMEN WOLF WHISTLING. JOEY LUPINO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS TRON VIDEO BULLET SPRAYS HIS NAME ABOVE HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING AS VARIOUS MAFIA IMAGES AND HIM WRESTLING ARE SHOWN ON HIS TRON VIDEO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from, New York, New York...weighing 235 pounds...Joey Lupino!!! SC: Former World Champion and one of the toughest men in this company. SJ: Note the phrase former...Lupino of course was also a North American Champion for about 24 hours...way to aim for the stars Joey! JH: And their partner... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. 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: Well there is a big question mark hanging over this man and what version of Joel Bryant is coming here tonight. SJ: Probably one who's woman is wondering if she can get a free trial on an online dating site... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And their partner... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING CROWD POP. 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: THE TEAM CAPTAIN IS HERE AND IS READY TO GO!!! SJ: Oh brother...this nostalgic BS again...call the retirement home...Grandpa's here and is pissed cause someone took his plastic sheets... The crowd noise is amped to the maximum as both teams seem to be talking over some strategy on who is going to start out and why. MDK slaps Sean Panache on the back and speedster of the ORC leaps over the top rope and into the ring bouncing on the spot, boxer style ready to go. Dragon Demonico wastes no time charging for Panache as Angel doesn’t look overly happy with the youngster’s enthusiasm. Panache drop toeholds him and backs him into the ORC corner with a series of knife edge chops and then hitting a spinning kick to the chest. SC: Fallen Angel didn’t look impressed with that one right there Snoop, Dragon Demonico comes flying out the corner in a fit of enthusiasm and tactics go out the window. SJ: Like a kid at Christmas utterly disappointed when he finds out Jebus isn’t real... SC: ... Panache works over Demonico some more with a snapmare and a kick to the back of the head before making the tag to Georgie Nickles. Nickles picks Demonico up and nails a chop of her own sending him hard into the opposite corner she follows up with a roundhouse kick to the mush as Demoncio takes a groggy step out and hits the deck. She goes for a cover, but its a two count before Dragon kicks out. Sending him into the ropes, Nickles scores an impressive flying headsciccors off the rebound and Dragon is in real trouble here. Pulling him over to the corner she makes the tag to Viktor Kovalenko. Kovalenko picks up Dragon Demonico and plants him with a spinebuster hard into the canvass another failed pin attempt doesn’t discourage Kovalenko as he spins around Demonico and sets him up for a hard hitting release German suplex which sends him skidding across the ring and crashing into the post under the third turnbuckle to a sickening sound which has the crowd go ‘oohhhhl’. Kovalenko stands in the ring as the ORC cheer on the apron, Rick Rampage even offering him a congratulations slap on the back. Referee Ray Johnson then indicates a tag has been made. Rampage tries to protest that the slap was nothing more than a congratulations slap, but Ray is having none of it and tells Rampage he is the legal man. The confusion allows Dragon to crawl over to his side of the ring. He extends a hand. Rick bounds over and grabs at Demonico’s leg, but Demonico spins on his back and kicks Rick in the face as the crowd pops. Demonico crab crawls back and extends the hand to AC Thunder as the crowd pop wildly. Thunder wastes no time charging in and hitting Rick Rampage with a big clothesline which rocks him. AC doesn’t stop there as he has forearm shots to the head for Panache and Nickles sending them both off the apron. Kovalenko tries to grab him in a headlock, but AC blocks the move and hits an European uppercut sending Kovalenko down to his knees on the apron, just before AC can get his paws on MDK, Rick Rampage grabs him from behind and spins him around hitting a series of forearms before getting him in a vertical suplex position and executing it to perfection. Rick makes the tag and Sean Panache is back in the ring. Panache leaps over the top of the rope and hits a double foot stomp on AC Thunder. He then leaps onto the top rope and signals for the ‘Roulette Spin’, but misses it!!! The crowd go wild as Panache is down and in trouble with AC Thunder looking to make a tag now as well. MDK makes his first interjection in the match as he steps between the ropes and yanks on Thunder’s leg to pull him back. The crowd boo as Lupino and Angel break ranks on the otherside of the ring and charge over. The crowd are on their feet as Ray Johnson has quickly lost control of this one. SC: It’s turned into a mêlée quickly...Ray is going to have to pull this back together. Lupino and Angel deliver shots to the ORC members on the apron as Ray grabs Angel by the waist and tries to pull him back to the corner. Lupino seizing the opportunity of the distraction picks up Sean Panache and scores with ‘The Hit’ as the crowd go crazy. Panache is out cold...Lupino rejoins his corner as Thunder who has been crawling back to make the tag changes direction he flops an arm onto Panache as Ray Johnson spins around and makes the count...one...two...three... Eliminated: Sean Panache The crowd are on their feet as AC Thunder rolls off of Panache. MDK is incensed! SJ: What a bullshit call by Ray Johnson...it was that illegal man Joey Lupino who turned the tide right there! SC: What scenes! Listen to this place go crazy! For all the BS moves that the ORC have pulled over the last 6 months...it’s Joey Lupino who gives them a taste here of their own medicine! I love it! SJ: You would...and right now MDK is complaining to referee Ray Johnson and with every right. Biased favouritism right here at Ice Storm. I would expect nothing else from the T.F.W.F. referees! SC: Well Panache isn’t moving properly and this is a bitter blow for the Circus as AC Thunder makes the tag and here comes Joel Bryant of all people ready to go. SJ: Total and utter BS! Rick Rampage gets into the ring and sizes up Bryant as the two former enemies meet. Bryant of course who’s concussions were a result of some of his battles with Rampage. The two lock up and it’s Rampage taking control with a sideheadlock, he goes for the sideheadlock take down, but Joel blocks it and breaks his head out hitting a German suplex. As Rick looks to get straight back up its Joel hitting a running clothesline, another attempt to get to his knees is thwarted by a bionic elbow to the kisser as Rampage tastes mat for not the first time in this one. Joel picks Rick to his feet and nails a snap suplex following over with a cover attempt which gets two. Picking up Rampage he once more begins to work over the larger athlete with a series of punches, chops and kicks into the corner. Joel sends him for the ride into the opposite turnbuckle where Rick comes out and it’s a backbreaker for his trouble. Joel again goes for the cover and gets a two count.  Bryant hits two elbow shots to the jaw and looks to send Rick into the corner once more, but Rick puts the breaks on and gives Joel a strong irish whip into the ORC corner. Joel goes in hard as Georgie Nickles lofts her boot over the top rope and the heel connects into his kisser. Joel is dazed and in trouble as Rick hits him with a badass spear sending him to the mat. He goes for a cover, but Joel powers a shoulder up. Rick looks like he is going to make the tag to Nickles, but instead goes up top. SC: We have seen this before from Rampage and if he can hit it that top rope body splash can be very effective... SJ: But if the big man misses it could be trouble... Rampage waits for Joel in groggy fashion to get to his feet and goes for the splash, but Joel catches him in mid air and turns it into a fallaway slam of sorts, in a flash he is working down the Rampage leg’s flipping him over in the middle of the ring and slapping on the ‘Cuyahoga River Fire’!!! SC: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE HE HAS IT SLAPPED ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! WHAT A COUNTER! WHAT A MOVE BY JOEL BRYANT! SJ: RICK’S IN TROUBLE!!! Rampage cannot hold on and after two valiant attempts to break free is forced to tap as the Memphis crowd erupt in cheers. Eliminated: Rick Rampage SC: What vindication for Joel Bryant the wild card of Team T.F.W.F. right here, the man who almost cost him his career back earlier this year is forced to tap here at Ice Storm... Joel Bryant stands over Rick Rampage looking down at him as MDK is on a panic on the other apron in an American football huddled position with his two remaining team mates. Bryant picks up Rick Rampage and tosses him over the top rope. The crowd think it’s over, but it’s not over from Joel... SC: Wait a minute what is Bryant doing? Bryant hoists Rampage up and positions him on the third steel step... SC: Oh God No...Oh God...all the months of pain...Joel Bryant...The Crazyman has snapped here... SJ: Look at his team mates trying to talk him out of it... Bryant then hits one of his paten piledrivers of Rick Rampage onto the steel steps!!!!! The crowd chant ‘You are CRAZY!’ and ‘Holy Shit!’ over and over again!!! SC: BRYANT HAS SNAPPED! BRYANT HAS SNAPPED FOLKS! SJ: Look at Fallen Angel trying to get him to calm down! SC: THE WILD CARD JOEL BRYANT...CRAZYMAN...HAS SNAPPED HERE AT ICE STORM AND THAT LOOK...LOOK AT THE LOOK IN HIS EYES...VACANT AS YOU COME! Bryant slowly gets back into the ring as Ray Johnson demands EMTs come out...Bryant is hurt as well as Fallen Angel demands the tag from him upon him getting back into the ring. SC: They are 5-3 up...but Joel Bryant isn’t home anymore...he might have just ended the career of Rick Rampage here at Ice Storm 2011... As Bryant begins jawing with Angel, Lupino takes the move and makes the blind tag to get himself into the ring. Bryant looking very unimpressed as Ray Johnson ushers him out of the ring. Notable are Thunder and Demoncio moving on the outside to accommodate Bryant some ‘space’ on the ring apron. Kovalenko makes the call on the otherside to get into the ring for the ORC who need a break and big time. Lupino takes control of the lock up between the two, Kovalenko pushes off and it’s Joey hitting him with a clotheline off the rebound as everything is ticking right for the T.F.W.F. team in this one. Lupino gets Viktor to his feet and a series of European uppercuts follow knocking the big man backwards before hitting a swinging neckbreaker taking him down to the canvass. He makes the cover, but gets only a two as Viktor’s shoulder pops up. Once more it is Lupino on the attack as he backs Viktor into the corner and nails a series of uppercuts again followed by a series of repeated strikes to the head as well. Lupino scores a snapmare and locks in a chinlock as the pace of the match slows down. SC: The Circus are in a lot of trouble here still a 5 on 3 advantage and Rick Rampage has been carted out of here thanks to Joel Bryant losing it... SJ: I wouldn’t count out the ORC yet Scoop...plenty more left in the tank. Lupino puts on another series of moves and looks to put Viktor away, but a mistimed belly to belly is blocked and Viktor reverses the move into a  spinning backfist. He scores 4 sambo take downs before mounting Lupino and delivering the famed punches and elbows to the head looking to knock him out. He gets a two count for his trouble before picking Joey to his feet. Bringing Lupino into his corner MDK makes the blind tag as Viktor sends Joey hard into the ropes on the rebound he catches him and looks to execute a spinebuster, hitting it. MDK picks a groggy Lupino to his feet and connects with the ‘Hellshot’ making the cover and eliminating Lupino from the match. Eliminated: Joey Lupino The Circus find themselves back into this one as MDK looks to the T.F.W.F. corner and signals for Fallen Angel. Angel gets a massive pop as he steps through the ropes and the two Captain’s circle one another. The initial lock up seems Angel taking advantage on the next 4 moves as he looks to punish MDK. Angel backs MDK into the T.F.W.F. corner and a series of quick tags ensue between Angel, Thunder and Demonico as all three men work over the ORC Captain. The crowd are really into it as the T.F.W.F. seems firmly on the same page right now. However, the near fall attempts on MDK don’t seem to work as he continues to battle on...showing past the bravado is a hell of a competitor. Joel Bryant makes the blind tag on Angel and goes to work now as well, punishing MDK. SC: MDK is in trouble here Snoop... SJ: Caught in the wrong place and it seems Bryant is back on track for Team T.F.W.F.! MDK attempts to counter Bryant into the ‘Hell Shot’ and connects to buy him some breathing room as both men lay motionless on the canvass. SC: One of them needs to make the tag and quickly! MDK begins to crawl to his corner as Kovalenko has an outstretched hand...in the T.F.W.F. corner it’s Dragon Demonico leaning over the top rope with his hand stretched right out begging Bryant to make the tag as well, Bryant gets to his knees and looks certain to get there first, but instead he turns around and grabs MDK’s legs from behind and slaps on the ‘Cuyahoga River Fire’!!! SC: HE’S GOT IT ON AGAIN! HE’S GOT IT ON AGAIN! SJ: What a MVP performance here from Joel Bryant!!! MDK tries to pull Bryant to his corner...but Bryant synches it in harder and pulls them back to the middle of the ring. Seeing enough, Georgie Nickles drops down to the apron and grabs a chair. She slides into the ring with every intention of taking a DQ for the team to break the hold up, but Ray Johnson pulls the chair from her hands. Demonico leaps over the top rope and bulrushes Georgie Nickles and the two collide with Ray Johnson sending Georgie and Dragon over the top rope and leaving Ray down and out in the middle of the ring. Kovalenko makes his moment count breaking up the hold with a vicious stomp on Joel’s head, but as he straightens up...AC Thunder collides with him with a tackle which sends both men through the middle turnbuckle and crashing to the outside as more ‘Holy Shit’ chants echo through the arena. Angel steps through the ropes as the only man left standing and looks down to see the chair...the crowd buzz begins to get louder as MDK slowly gets to his knees. Angel picks up the chair... SC: He is going to swing like he has never swung before! SJ: Team T.F.W.F. are ruthless tonight Scoop... SC: They are playing them at their own game Snoop...finally the T.F.W.F. is playing this bunch of renegades at their own game! Bryant gets to his feet as well as MDK begs Angel not to swing the chair...he turns around and there stands Joel Bryant...caught between a rock and a hard place, MDK tries to duck under, but Joel grabs him and spins him round...Bryant is screaming at Angel to connect with the chair shot. Angel looks reluctant as if he feels this isn’t how he should take this one...but Bryant persists with the screaming. Angel winds up, but MDK breaks free and Angel connects the chair right on the head of Joel Bryant famed for its problems with concussions Joel has suffered...Angel drops the chair in disbelief almost at the mistake he has made. MDK like a snake lowblows Angel and then BAM! Hits him with the ‘Hellshot’. He kicks the chair out of the ring and covers Joel Bryant as a groggy Ray Johnson makes the count...one...two...three... Eliminated: Joel Bryant SC: OH MY GOD! THE LIFE HAS BEEN ZAPPED OUT OF THIS PLACE AS A HORRIBLE MISTAKE HAS BEEN MADE...Joel Bryant has been eliminated... SJ: Karma is a bitch Scoop! Serves T.F.W.F. right! MDK slowly gets to his feet and looks very impressed with himself. He picks Fallen Angel up and delivers a second ‘Hellshot’ to the former World Heavyweight Champion...MDK makes the cover and gets one...two...three... Eliminated: Fallen Angel SC: Oh My God the worm has turned...MDK has just eliminated Fallen Angel as well! Memphis is in shock! SJ: Look at this man MDK...this is why he is one of the best in the business! MDK makes his way to his corner and catches a breather on the ropes as he looks to the outside, Kovalenko rolls in AC Thunder. MDK goes for a third consecutive cover and gets...two! Thunder gets the shoulder up. SC: Referee Ray Johnson is calling for help here because we have bodies all over the ring...all over the outside and there are still 5 left in this one! MDK makes the tag to Kovalenko and the big Ukrainian looks to work over AC Thunder. Hitting a series of MMA moves and set ups its Kovalenko showing that dominant ability he has shown so many times in his career. Demonico and Nickles make their way back to their respective corners as well as the ring is cleared as the ORC begin to work over AC Thunder. SC: Some sort of order has been restored here in the last 6 minutes or so as Ray Johnson tries to hold this together. Kovalenko and Nickles quick tag back and forth as AC Thunder is worked over in some decent fashion.  Demonico is on the opposite apron, desperate to get into the ring, but AC is unable to make the tag. Finally after about 10 minutes of constant punishment, AC is put away by Georgie Nickles scoring the ‘High Heels’ on him and getting the cover...one...two...three. Eliminated: AC Thunder SC: We are down to 3 on 1 here and the tide has dramatically turned on Team T.F.W.F.! SJ: And all that is left is the kid...this stupid little kid who hasn’t even learned to tie his shoelace yet... Demonico looks at his foes as MDK and Kovalenko step into the ring...Ray Johnson tries to get them out, but the bully past him and the three circle around Dragon Demonico. SC: Oh come on here...come on this is ridiculous... The ORC close ranks around Demonico he starts telling them to bring it. The crowd begin chanting ‘Dragon’ as he bounds off the ropes and looks to try and hit Viktor Kovalenko with a high cross body, but Kovalenko catches him and hoists him into running powerslam position. Kovalenko backs up into the corner and looks to score it, but Demonico escapes from the back and perches onto the top turnbuckle before hitting a spinning heel kick to the back of Kovalenko’s head. The crowd go bananas. Dragon then follows through with a double drop kick on Nickles and MDK knocking them down as well. He leaps back over and hooks Kovalenko’s leg, but the numbers game is too much as Georgie drags him off of Kovalenko. He throws three or four punches, but then its Viktor grabbing him from behind he spins Dragon around, but Dragon hits a chin breaker!!! Kovalenko is rocked...rocked back before hitting a ‘Dragon Spike’!!! He makes the cover...one...two...three!!!! Eliminated: Viktor Kovalenko SC: Demonico has done it! He has done it! Dragon gets to his feet and looks around, he tries to go for MDK and execute the same move, but Georgie hits the ‘High Heels’ to the back of his head...MDK then reverses the hold into his own STO the ‘Hell Shot’ he makes the cover and collects the three count. Eliminated: Dragon Demonico Winners, and survivors: MDK and Georgie Nickles Georgie pulls MDK to his feet and embraces him. The two raise each other’s hands as the victory has gone to the One Ring Circus here tonight. Georgie picks up her North American Championship and straps it to her waist as the ORC theme begins to play out when... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* Jack Benevolence with the World Heavyweight Championship walks onto the stage the crowd actually give him somewhat of a decent reaction before he pauses in time to turn around and flip the entire crowd the bird which...doesn’t go down well. Benevolence looks to MDK standing in the ring catching his breath...Benevolence doesn’t say a word, but taps the World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his own waist with that sinister smile across his kisser...