Saturday 26th February 2005-
King of Death Match Tournament- Los Angles, California - The Coliseum
Rest of Card- New York, New York - Madison Square Garden
SC: What a weird encounter here Snoop, it’s almost like a meeting of the weirdos…
SJ: What do you mean, like?? They are both complete oddballs…
The middle of the match sees some back and forth power wrestling with a nearly nice spot involving Lychanthorpe hitting a top rope superplex only for Army to completely sell it the wrong way, leading to a huge chorus of boos from the New York crowd. Army eventually stands and flips the bird to a crowd who couldn’t care less, the match continues with both men eventually spilling to the outside, Army goes to whip Lychanthorpe into the protective railing at ringside but t is reversed and Army ends up in the crowd, Lychanthorpe howls and the crowd applaud, when Army reappears a fan throws their drink at him, hitting him on the back of the head, he turns around and Lychanthorpe throws him back into ringside, eventually rolling him back in the ring.
SC: Well Snoop, the crowd really not buying into this match…
SJ: Tell me about it, did you see that drink shot? Woooeeeeeee.
The end of the match sees some more slugging between the two men and eventually some wrestling comes back into play, Army tries for a chokeslam but Lychanthorpe kicks out of it and as Army reels, he beats his chest and howls before biting Army on the neck and not letting go, blood starts to ooze from the wound and Army has no choice but to submit, the bell rings and Lychanthorpe doesn’t let go, when he finally does, he smiles and howls before staring Army back down, Army notices and before Lychanthorpe can do anything else, Army is legging it through the crowd with Lychanthorpe following until both men are through the exit doors and out of sight of the crowd.
Winner, via submission: Lychanthorpe
Match Time: 7:45
Rating: 0 Stars
King
of the Deathmatches 1st Round:
Beoux
Brown vs
Armageddon - Boiler Room
Match
TRE: Absolutely Mac, I've been in situations like this before. You're locked in a confined space with a guy whose out for you blood, and these situations tend to get violent very quickly. Should be fantastic.
MM: Well, despite the sadistic thoughts running through your head Trem, we've got a camera in the back waiting for both men to step into the Boiler Room here at the Coliseum in LA, California, and it looks like we're about to get underway. For those of you unfamiliar with the rules of this match, the objective is to get out of the boiler room at all costs and make your way to the ring, where they will collect and sign a contract to advance to the next round. The first man to put his name on the dotted line wins.
The action goes backstage where Beaux Brown is standing outside the boiler room, obviously being cautious of entering the room. After a few seconds of hesitation, Beaux enters the boiler room, warily checking around every corner for signs of someone hiding in the dark; the camera also surveys the room. A series of short, but loud bangs and rattles from around the boiler room serve to startle Beaux and increase the tense atmosphere already apparent in the room. To his credit Beaux shows no fear as he continues to look at his surroundings. With the camera in front of Beaux, there is a flickering in the shadows and the vague outlines of a figure move closer and closer. A pair of eyes appears just above Beaux's head, followed by a pair of huge, muscular arms reaching out to the sides to crush him.
MM: It's Armageddon! Armageddon appearing from the shadows, and he's about to squeeze the life out of the Ragin' Cajun with those huge arms of his!
TRE: Beaux hasn't got a clue what he's in for, he's about to get torn to shreds. This is great!
Beaux glances over his shoulder just as Armageddon steps out of the shadows to grab him, but Beaux is quick enough to avoid him and level Armageddon with a big right uppercut. The early part of the match sees Beaux, surprisingly enough, beating Armageddon around the boiler room; hitting him with whatever is available and throwing him into walls and the pipes of the boiler, in brutal fashion. A highlight sees Beaux whip Armageddon into the wall, following up with a charging shoulder block that almost shakes the room. Armageddon stumbles down the hall as Beaux starts picking up whatever he can find, and hurling it at the Vigilantes' giant. Armageddon actually falls to the floor and begs for mercy for a moment, before throwing Beaux face-first into a tank to take control again. Armageddon beats Beaux around the room for a while now, hitting him with garbage cans and poles. Armageddon shows his tremendous strength by picking up Beaux over his shoulder and using Beaux's head as a battering ram against the wall. Beaux tries to make a comeback, knocking Armageddon to the floor, but Armageddon turns one of the valves, blowing steam into Beaux's face.
MM: My god! Armageddon may have just blinded Beaux Brown there! That steam could've burned his eyes Tremere, it's almost like getting a face full of scalding hot water.
TRE: He'll be fine Mac, let the boy from the bayou take it like a man.
MM: This is hardly going to be the most violent, brutal match of the evening, but these two are trying to set the bar pretty high.
Beaux and Armageddon continue to brawl through the boiler room, looking for the exit. It is a back and forth brawl, as the two giants play a game of one-upsmanship on their way to the door. Beaux has to play a more strategic game plan, as his attempts to lift Armageddon do not prove fruitful. Near the door, Armageddon looks to take out Beaux with a clothesline, but Beaux ducks and miraculously manages to hit a back suplex into the wall, almost certainly giving him a concussion. Beaux crawls towards the door slowly, but his foot is caught by Armageddon, who looks dazed. The two again fight at the doorway before a missed punch allows Armageddon to get Beaux up for 'The End', throwing him into the concrete wall, his head bouncing off the steps as he falls.
MM: Jesus H. Christ! That was brutal!
TRE: I've gotta agree with you there Mac, that's gotta be all for Beaux. He put up a hell of a fight, but he's not getting up after that.
Armageddon stumbles out the exit door and down the hallway, trying to make his way towards ringside, and Beaux somehow manages to crawl out the door and stumble after him. The two meet up in the hall as some of the TFWF stars look on. Armageddon shouts 'Just DIE' as Beaux is in 'hot pursuit'. Armageddon throws anything he can in Beaux's way as an obstacle, despite the fact that both men are struggling to stand. Eventually they make their way to ringside and Armageddon stops to wait for Beaux, waiting to charge at him the second he comes into view. Beaux steps out onto the stage area from behind the curtain, and Armageddon does indeed charge, but Beaux sidesteps him and hurls him into the NOR 5 set, as the crowd is going wild. Beaux stumbles down the ramp towards the ring, where a road agent is waiting with the Semi-Final contract on a clipboard. Armageddon has managed to pull himself back to his feet and makes his way after Beaux as fast as he can. Beaux climbs up onto the apron and is about to enter the ring, when Armageddon grabs him by the leg and pulls him off, setting him up for 'The End' into the ring post as the crowd boos fiercely, but Beaux manages to slide off Armageddon's back and lock on the 'Crawdaddy Cracker' to a big pop. Armageddon begins to lose consciousness as Beaux quickly scrambles into the ring and reaches out for the contract, looking like he's going to win.
MM: He's done it! Beaux Brown is headed to the semi-final to face either Bill Holliday or Sean Smythe, all he has to do is sign the contract!
TRE: Don't count your chickens just yet Mac.
Beaux holds out his hand for the road agent to give him the contract, but Armageddon catches his leg, pulls him onto the Apron, and hits him with 'The End' sending him flying from the ring straight to the floor. A loud 'Holy Shit' chant breaks out across the Coliseum as Armageddon stumbles into the ring and signs his way into the semi-final.
MM: I can't believe it. It looked like Beaux Brown had this match won, but out of nowehere Armageddon just destroyed this talented young man with 'The End'. That was just brutal.
TRE: Well, we've got one finalist already, and things can only get more twisted, brutal and ugly from here on in... I can't wait.
Winner, via contract signing: Armageddon
Match Time: 11.00
Rating: 2 Stars
(NICE CROWD POP. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!!
MM: Well, HL is no stranger to these type of matches, he has formed a career based on being hardcore, but the question I guess eveyone is asking now that Grunt so blatantly asked it, is can he do it tonight?
TRE: It's a big question, but remember HL won that big battle royal a few weeks back and a few years ago he won the World title at this PPV. HL has got to be one of the favourites to win this whole thing.
PEZ: And his opponent...
*’GET INSIDE’ – STONE SOUR PLAYS*
(NICE CROWD POP. THE LIGHT'S IN THE ARENA FLICKER AND GO OUT! SUDDENLY A HUGE FIREBALL EXPLODE'S UNDER THE TRON AND GRUNT WALK'S THROUGH THE FLAME'S. HE STEP'S OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ENTER'S THE RING. HE LOOK'S AROUND THE ARENA BEFORE FLEXING HIS MUSCLES AND LETTING OUT A TERRIFYING WAR CRY!)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Glasgow, Scotland…weighing 333 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Grunt!!!
MM: This could be a pick of these first round matches Tremere.
TRE: Two guys that maybe with other drawers could have gone further, but one is going home in this 1st round.
MM: Interesting point, is Grunt's Hardcore title on the line tonight?
TRE: Well last year you might remember Scally won the Hardcore title from Omen, but that was after their match, it also helped that Omen was a complete twat, which Grunt isn't.
MM: Good point Trem.
The two men square off and quickly lock up. Grunt takes firm hold of the match with a barrage of forearm shots to HL's back. A few clotheslines followed by a desperation sidekick by Legend onto Grunt's head, using a chair for extra impact. HL follows Grunt around laying into him with a few chair shots. Grunt manages to give HL a big boot to the face countering yet another chair strike. Grunt then use the ladder as a giant baseball bat, slamming it into HL's ribs.
MM: Well they sure wasted no time in using weapons. Both men have found use of the steel chair and now Grunt seems to be swinging for the fences with the ladder, with Hardcore as the ball!
TRE: Hey - good strategy here by Grunt. He's got the power advantage, and I'm sure the weight of that ladder is like that of twig to him!
Tables have been set at various points but none have been of much use. Hardcore has begun attacking Grunt's knee, taking it out with a swing of the chair. Grunt is limping all over the ring desperately trying to keep Legend at bay. Legend is using the ropes to bounce off of and give him extra momentum to hit Grunt's leg with max impact, but on the last attempt, Grunt counters with a backdrop to the outside, causing Hardcore to land through one of the tables. G-Force rolls out of the ring, and sets up the dazed Hardcore on another nearby table then rolls back in the ring. He then looks around and sets up a ladder along side the ropes and starts climbing. Much to the surprise of the crowd, Grunt is signaling for a splash off the top of a ladder and through Hardcore Legend!
MM: This is absolutely unbelieavable! Grunt is going to break Hardcore in half here! He's setting up for a splash from over 20 feet in the air!!!
TRE: This is hardcore. This is what the KOTDM is all about baby! That's a lot of Grunt that about to go right through a very helpless Hardcore Legend. HARD TO THE CORE
Just as Grunt is about to launch, his damaged knee gives out and causes him to actually tumble forward slowly! Hardcore manages to roll out of the way, as Grunt falls through the table from almost 20 feet in the air. HL is still somewhat dazed, and now even in a bit of shock. HL slowly gets up and makes his way into the ring. He takes hold of the ladder and sets it just underneath the pass to the next round, dangling from a wire above the ring. Grunt at this point somehow manages to come to, but is too late as HL flings himself onto the pass with the sound of the bell ringing loudly.
Winner, via grabbing the pass: Hardcore Legend
Match Time: 12:23
Match Ratings: 2
Stars
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO AARON ROBERTS STANDING WITH KURT DAWSON.)
KD: Aaron we have already seen two matches decided, but I guess you are also on the forefront of everyone's minds tonight because everyone has been waiting for Phenom to get a measured set of revenge on you!
AR: Yes, I would expect nothing less from this fickle crowd...because they can't understand greatness...they sit there cheering that bald headed idiot because in 1975 he was some ok wrestler...
KD: I think it was sooner than that Aaron.
AR: Shut up! Anyway Phenom has been messing in my business for too long, now it's time he comes to the realisation that nobody gives a crap about an old fossil like him anymore and that the only way forward is Hellbound.
KD: Strong words from Aaron Roberts...back to you guys in New York.
(ACTION CHANGES TO NEW YORK.)
SC: Already two men have advanced in LA, and we are set for our first title defence of this evening Snoop.
SJ: Bah! If you could call it a title defence...it's pretty difficult when the Champions are Flawless!
T.F.W.F. Tag Team Title Match:
The Flawless Connection (c) vs Jason Leary/Ashton Manley
[FLASHBACK: SCENES ARE SHOWN EVER SINCE THE CONNECTION GRABBED THE TAG TITLES LAST YEAR AND THEIR FEUD WITH THE MANAGEMENT WHICH LED TO THE MANAGEMENT FORMING MANLEY AND LEARY AS A TAG TEAM TO FACE THE CONNECTION. SCENES SHOW THEIR NEAR LOSS A FEW WEEKS AGO, BUT ALSO HOW LEARY AND MANLEY HAVE COME TOGETHER AS A TEAM IN THE LAST FEW WEEKS INCLUDING THE IOP ANNOUNCEMENT.]
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships...
*’COOL’ – MORRIS DAY AND THE TIMES PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH IMAGES OF ATTRACTIVE MODELS IN THE SUN. PECT AND MITCHELL WALK ONTO THE STAGE SHARING A HIGH FIVE BEFORE MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE RING.)
JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 432 pounds…they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Rhys Pect…Mike Mitchell…The Flawless Connection!!!
SC: This crowd is all over the Connection they can't stand them!
SJ: That's because this crowd is a set of fricking morons...how can you not love the men that have carried these titles with such honour and dignity only to be sucker punched at every corner by that idiot CEO of ours.
*'NEVER SCARED' - BONECRUSHER PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD POP AS THE MANAGEMENT LEADS OUT LEARY AND MANLEY.)
JH: And their opponents lead to the ring by The Management...at a total combined weight of 422 pounds...Ashton Manley...Jason Leary...The Icons Of Primetime!!!
SC: Well here is your chance to call The Management an idiot to his face!
SJ: What, I never called him an idiot.
SC: Sir are you joining us at ringside for this match?
MG: Yes, I will be Scoop, just for this one match let's say I have a vested interest in seeing how The FC perform tonight!
Finally the FC get in the ring and remove their Flawless jackets, Mitchell throws his into the crowd and it gets thrown back by the hot New York crowd, Mitchell flips the bird before he and Rhys enter a game of rock, scissors, paper to decide who starts the match, Mike beats Rhys with Rock over scissors, and Leary and Manley pretend to be asleep in the opposite corner, Manley gets up and the referee calls for the bell.
The match starts and Mitchell and Manley stare each other down, before eventually getting in each others faces and a pushing contest ensues, Mitchell pushes Ashton, then Ashton retorts with another push, before getting sucker punched by Mitchell and falling to the floor, straight away Mitchell goes to get a hold on Manley, but Ashton rolls out and ducks a Mitchell clothesline, Mike goes for an Arm Wrench but it gets countered by Manley with a head scissors take over, this makes Mitchell furious and he tags out to Pect. Rhys steps in and tells the two crowd favourites what he feels about them, Ashton runs at him and gets caught with a drop toe hold, then gets placed in a head lock, which is reversed when Ashton spins out and goes for an arm drag, Pect rolls through and hits an arm drag of his own, Ashton gets up and Pect goes for a hurracaranna, but Manley throws him off his shoulders and Pect lands feet first in front of Manley, who gets an arm wrench, only to have it countered by Pect with an arm wrench into a hammerlock, Manley rolls out and hits Pect on the back of the knee causing him to fall to the floor before getting up, leading to both men being back at a stand off. There is a huge pop from the crowd for the great chain wrestling that has just been witnessed. Both men tag out and Leary and Mitchell get in the ring, and the England Supporters Band start to play to try and psyche Mike out, he tries to look unfazed and the two men go for a grapple into a test of strength, but Mitchell kicks Leary in the gut before the two can lock hands, Mitchell hits a vertical suplex then goes for the cover, but only gets a one count, as Leary stands back up, Mike stands behind him and gets a waistlock and tries for a German suplex but Leary counters this with a victory roll pin, the ref counts but only gets a two when Mitchell powers out and the two men try for a grapple again but Leary ducks and trips Mitchell up, which gets a nice pop from the crowd, Mitchell gets to his feet and looks furious and walks up to Leary and slaps him across the face, Leary goes for a right hand, but Mike ducks and when Leary turns round, Mitchell hits a stiff looking knife edge chop, which receives an obligatory ‘Woo’ from the crowd, and Mitchell hits it again and again, then Leary counters with some chops of his own then whips Mitchell into the corner, hits another chop and sits Mike on the top turnbuckle, and signals for a top rope Frankensteiner, but as he gets to the top, Mitchell grabs him and hits a huge belly to belly suplex off the top rope and both men crash back into the ring.
SC: Wow Snoop, what an opening to this match, and what a huge offensive manoeuvre by Mike Mitchell there, although it’s hard to see who took the brunt of the impact there, now both men are looking for a tag.
SJ: You know, for the first time in a while, I actually agree with you, wow. Come on MIKE!!!!
MG: Umm Snoop, remember who’s paying your wages!!! Go on Jason!!! Beat his ass!!!
Eventually both men get the tag to their respective partners and the match resumes. Pect is trying to get Manley on the ground to take out the possibility of any high flying offence, culminating in a series of headlocks and armbars, eventually, Ashton breaks free and whips Pect into the ropes, however, Rhys holds on and stops himself from running back towards Manley, as Pect taunts him, Ashton charges him and hits a huge Discus clothesline to send Pect over the top rope and onto the cold, concrete floor. Ashton raises his arms as Pect lies out cold on the floor and proceeds to try and step outside, but is stopped by the referee, who is holding him back, then suddenly, Mike Mitchell comes out of nowhere and goes to Spear Manley, who moves out of the way and Mike knocks the ref out cold, as Mike stands up, Ashton goes for a hurracaranna but Mitchell counters and sets Ashton up for the ‘Flawless Facebuster’, he turns round and is met by a huge Missile Dropkick to the face from Jason Leary, there is a huge pop from the crowd as Manley and Leary stand, they look at each other, and then in sync rush to the outside of the ring and go to opposite aprons, Leary reaches under and pulls out a table and shoves it into the ring, whilst Ashton takes his time and eventually reveals a huge 20 foot tall ladder, the crowd roar with excitement as he pushes it into the ring and sets it up. He then signals to the outside where Pect is slowly stirring, Ashton slides out of the ring whilst Leary sets Mitchell on the table which he has placed against the turnbuckle, he then proceeds to put Mitchell through the table with a version of the ‘3 Lions Driver’ to a huge crowd pop, he stands and raises his arms in victory and slides out of the ring to go and help Ashton who is in the midst of a slugfest with Pect, Leary grabs a chair from ringside, and smashes it across Pect’s back, the crowd cheers as the two crowd favourites put Pect’s bruised body on the announcers table, then Ashton points to the ladder, and the roar of the crowd just gets louder and louder and eventually reaches a point of euphoria within the Arena, as Manley slides back into the ring and scales the ladder, a massive amount of flashes emanate from the crowd who sense something special is about to happen, once Ashton reaches the top he raises his arms….
SC: No!!! Don’t do it Ashton!!! You’ll end your career!!!!
SJ: No!!! not on our table damnit!!!!
MG: Go on Ashton!! Kill him damnit!!!
Ashton lowers his arms and Scoop and Snoop dart away from the announcers table, Ashton then proceeds to dive off the ladder and performs a 720 Splash onto Pect’s prone body right through the announcers table, the noise from the crowd dies down as they are struck in awe of what they have just witnessed. Even Jason Leary can’t believe what he has just witnessed, eventually the crowd starts a chant of ‘Holy shit! Holy shit!’ before changing to ‘TFWF! TFWF!’ Neither man moves from the wreckage as Scoop and Snoop finally get their audio feed back. Management hasn’t lowered his arms since Manley dived.
SC: Dear god, get the EMT’s down here! This match cannot continue, Manley has killed himself…. And Rhys Pect!!!
SJ: I’ve never, EVER seen anything like that in my entire life!!! Look at Leary! He hasn’t moved in the ring, and Mitchell doesn’t have a clue what’s going on!!!
MG: Oh yeah, they’ve got this one in the bag!!! Come on boys!!!
Eventually, the crowd revert their attention back to the ring where Jason Leary stands, Mike Mitchell slowly regains his senses and begins to stand, Leary sees this and tries to hook in a suplex, but Mitchell counters and hooks in a roll up, the crowd count 1…….2………3…………4……………..5…………….. Before Mitchell lets go and notices that the ref is still down, he looks furious and marches around the ring shouting obscenities at himself, Leary laughs before taking Mike down with a head scissors then ducks a clothesline attempt before both men clobber each other with clotheslines, rendering themselves down on the floor, Pect and Manley still haven’t moved. Finally after what appears like an age, Leary starts to stand back up, he drags Mitchell back up and hits a vertical suplex. He rolls back out to ringside and grabs the timekeepers chair, the crowd cheer in anticipation of what the Englishman has planned, he rolls back in, and as Mitchell goes to stand, Leary lands a huge chair shot square on Mitchell’s forehead, the impact echoes throughout the arena, and Mitchell falls straight back down, Leary covers him, but with the official still down, another referee finally comes running down from the back and counts 1……………………………..2…………………………… Mitchell kicks out!!! The crowd boo as the Canadian barely gets out of that predicament.
SC: How the hell did Mitchell get out of that??
MG: God damn it!! We should have new tag team champions already!!!
SJ: He was asking me, Management sir…
MG: Remember who’s in charge…
SJ: Yes sir.
Back in the ring, Leary continues to beat down on a now bloody Mike Mitchell, his face sporting the crimson mask that many have worn tonight, Leary is just trying to knock Mike out now, using all the power moves in his collection, eventually, Ashton Manley struggles back onto the apron, looking groggy and glazed, he tries to crawl through the ropes but is stopped by Rhys Pect, who grabs his foot, he pulls Manley off the apron and his face smacks against the concrete floor, the crowd boo as Pect slowly crawls into the ring. Leary doesn’t notice Pect as he his beating Mike down in the corner, when Pect lands a big double axe handle across his back, followed by a series of stomps, the referee eventually manages to get Pect back to his original corner, giving Mitchell a chance to recover, only for him to tag Rhys straight back in, Rhys works over Leary using a number of headlocks and armbars, the ring still scattered with debris, Rhys moves the ladder out so he can whip Leary into the corner, he goes to follow it up, but Leary moves out of the way and Pect flies shoulder first into the steel rail. Mike cheers for Pect as Manley crawls back into the ring, seeing this, Mitchell storms in and starts to beat on him, Leary gets involved and drags Mike away to the far corner, using lefts and rights to weaken him down, Manley moves for Pect and the two start slugging but are stopped by the referee, Pect backs off and picks up the chair from earlier, he sneaks up behind Leary, turns the chair sideways, and brings it up between his legs whilst the referee’s back is turned trying to get control of Manley, Rhys quickly throws the chair outside and rolls out of the ring, as Mike nails the Canadian Facebuster and goes for a cover, Pect darts over to Manley and drags him off the apron again as the referee counts 1………………2……………..3………………..
SC: My word, what a thrilling contest, and those arrogant S.O.B’s have done it!! They’ve proven themselves here tonight by retaining their titles!!! What a hell of a contest Snoop…
SJ: Indeed, all four men gave their all, but in their own words, the best tag team in the history of the TFWF showed tonight, just what they can bring to the dance.
SC: Well, Mr. Management, how does that make you feel??
MGT: …
Management then leaves the area that was the announcers table before Manley dove off it and grabs a Tag Title from the timekeeper, he rolls in the ring as the referee raises a bloody Mike Mitchell’s hand, he raises the belt and proceeds to blast Mike in the back of the head with the belt, he turns and catches Pect head on with the belt as he attempts to save his partner, the shot busts him wide open, the crowd cheer in astonishment at what the man in charge just did to the tag team champions!! He raises his arms before exiting the ring and walking back down the aisle to the backstage area.
SC: Management really proving his point to the FC there Snoop.
SJ: He can’t do that! Surely?? Where’s his professionalism? Old bastard…
Winners of the match via pinfall: The Flawless Connection
Match time: 27:32
Match Rating: 4 1/2 Stars
(ACTION GOES BACK TO KURT DAWSON WHO HAS BEEN ADDED A PIECE OF PAPER.)
KD: This just in we have two semi final stipulations announced for the KOTDM Tournament...one match will be a BLANK and one match will be a Barbwire Rope Match. Back to ringside...
(RINGSIDE.)
MM: Two big announcements there...semi finals look brutal!
TRE: And we got two damn more matches to go Mac right here and now!
King of the Deathmatches 1st Round:
Sean Smythe vs Bill Holliday - Flaming Tables Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOLLIDAY TURNING ON SMYTHE ARE SHOWN WHEN THEY LOST THE TAG TEAM TITLES A FEW MONTHS BACK. HOLLIDAY THEN TURNING THE ENTIRE OF HELLBOUND AGAINST SMYTHE LEADING TO THIS FIRST ROUND MATCH WHEN HELLBOUND KICKED THE CRAP OIUT OF SMYTHE ALMOST ENDING TORCH'S CAREER.]
(BELL RINGS.)
PEZ: This is a 1st round match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Flaming Tables Match...
*'COWBOY' - KID ROCK PLAYS*
(MASSIVE DAMN CROWD HEAT. A SET OF PLAYING CARDS FANS ON THE T.A.T. AS GUN SHOT HOLES APPEAR ALL AROUND THEM. HOLLIDAY STROLLS UNDER THE STAGE WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH. HE SMILES, DROPS IT AND STUBS IT OUT WITH HIS BOOT BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Dallas, Texas…weighing 240 pounds…Bill ‘The Doc’ Holliday!!!
MM: Well here is that judas...Torch took the likes of him under his wing and here is the man who orchestrated the Hellbound attack on Torch. He is the bad seed who saw Torch expelled from Hellbound.
TRE: Torch has turned on his mentors in the past, so as far as I am concerned it's the chickens coming home to roost!
MM: Bitter, Trem...very bitter.
PEZ: And his opponent...
*’MANIAC’ - EVERGREEN TERRACE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!!
MM: This place is firmly behind Sean Torch Smythe! They want him to kick some ass.
TRE: What we want and what we get are usually two different things.
MM: Well for my money, you spoke about guys who could win this tournament...I think this guy has to be up there!
The opening bell rings as the two men circle each other as the crowd look hyped for this confrontation. Both men lock up as Holliday pushes Smythe into a corner causing a break up between the lock up. Holliday smirks at this as Smythe quickly locks up with Holliday again and this time forces him into a corner. Smythe then delivers some stiff body shots before whipping Holliday into the ropes, in which Holliday bounces back and is hit with a flying forearm from Smythe. Smythe then wastes no time quickly sliding to the outside and grabbing a table from underneath the ring as the crowd pop for this. However as Smythe puts the table up on the apron to slide it in, Holliday quickly baseball slides the table right back into Smythe’s face! Smythe holds at his jaw whilst Holliday slides to the outside and quickly whips Smythe into one set of ring steps. Smythe is screaming in pain as Holliday goes to work on Smythe’s right knee. Holliday continues to work over it for a few seconds before turning to the table that Smythe once originally held and slides it into the ring. Holliday then goes to grab another table from underneath the ring however Smythe low blows him. Holliday leans over in pain and is then hit with a stiff enziguri, knocking Holliday down hard. Smythe raises himself to his feet and drags Holliday up by the head and whips him into the guardrail. Smythe then takes this opportunity to finish the job of getting another table out from under the ring. Smythe sets it up on the outside before walking over to Holliday only to be hit with a swift kick to the gut. Holliday then quickly hits a gutwrench suplex that carries Smythe over the guardrail and into the front row of the crowd! Smythe slowly staggers to his feet and is met with a european uppercut from Holliday. Holliday goes for another but it is countered as Smythe grabs the head of Holliday and slams it into the guard rail. Smythe then quickly hops back over the guard rail and delivers some hard shots to the back of Holliday’s head and neck. Smythe then slides Holliday back into the ring and quickly follows. Smythe then starts to take control in stomping down on Holliday and continues on with numerous punches.
MM: Well Torch is starting to take advantage of this match up here Trem, as it has been non stop back and forth action so far…
TRE: The hunger for a win can be seen in both men’s eyes. This match has already spilled to the outside and into the front row within the first 5 minutes!
The middle part of the match sees Smythe take Holliday down with a hip toss, Smythe then spills to the outside of the ring and pulls all sorts of weaponry out. Namely a tub of lighter fluid, a bamboo lighting torch, a fire extinguisher and a chair. Meanwhile, Holliday has gotten up and leans over the ropes and grabs Smythe by the hair. However, Smythe is holding the fire extinguisher and sprays Holliday directly in the eyes with it. Holliday puts his hands to his eyes as he tries to clear them as Smythe starts to slide all he has recovered into the ring. As he gets into the ring he grabs the chair and goes to smash Holliday in the face with it, however Holliday somehow ducks it and then dropkicks the chair right into Smythe’s face! Holliday then slowly stands to his feet and leg drops right onto the chair in which is lying across Smythe’s face! As the chair is cleared away it is seen Smythe has been busted open as Holliday stands to his feet and taunts to the crowd to a loud chorus of boos. Smythe drags himself into a corner of the ring and pulls himself up using the ropes as Holliday charges at him and hits a clothesline into the corner. Smythe still finds the power to hold onto the top ropes and very shakily keep himself on his feet. Holliday then picks up the already battered chair and laughs before turning to Smythe. Holliday then charges with a swinging chair shot however Smythe pulls himself up with enough leverage to kick Holliday right in the jaw! This causes Holliday to hold the chair in front of his face and Smythe taking this opportunity to jump on the second turnbuckle and deliver a spinning heel kick to Holliday. This kick smashes right into the chair and blasts Holliday in the face so hard that he too is now busted open. Smythe then takes the tub of lighter fluid and pours some on the table positioned on the outside of the ring. Smythe then reaches into his tights and pulls out a flip-cap lighter to a big pop and sets the table on fire. As Holliday is starting to stand to his feet, Smythe grabs him to pull up for a powerbomb. However as Smythe lifts Holliday up, Holliday scoops up the fire extinguisher. Smythe lifts Holliday up as Holliday sprays like a madman at the table on the outside, putting it out. In this quick motion Holliday then starts to pound on the head of Smythe with the fire extinguisher as Smythe groggily slams Holliday over the top rope, to the outside and through the table! However the table is not set alight, therefore the match continues. The crowd start up a “holy sh*t” chant as Smythe is bleeding profusely from the blow to the head while Holliday lies in a crumpled heap of table on the outside.
MM: Oh my god! Bill Holliday has just taken an absolute sickening bump. Credit must be given for Holliday’s quick thinking to put the table out with the extinguisher!
TRE: When it comes down to this tournament, quick thinking is something that can get you very far in the game. Smart move by Holliday and he is showing that he and his Hellbound team-mate are all about winning tonight!
The finish sees both men down and out, however Smythe slowly starts to bring himself up to his feet eventually. Smythe rolls to the outside of the ring and picks up Holliday to throw him back in. As he does this Smythe picks up the fire extinguisher that is now near the broken table and smiles. Smythe slides into the ring with the extinguisher when suddenly, Holliday kips up to his feet and spears Smythe to the canvas! As Holliday does this he quickly whips out a cigar and lights it. He then forces it down onto the face of Smythe, who quickly rolls around and scurries to a corner of the ring holding his face in agony. Holliday then flicks his cigar at Smythe before picking up the tub of lighter fluid. However as Holliday has his back turned to Smythe, Smythe charges and shoves Holliday into the turnbuckle, causing the fluid to spill all over the top turnbuckle. Holliday drops the tub of lighter fluid and falls onto his back whilst Smythe attempts to throw back the lit cigar from Holliday. The result of this turns out to have the cigar setting the top turnbuckle ablaze as the crowd give a thunderous roar. Holliday scurries to his feet and both men, as battered and bloodied as they are, square off in the centre of the ring trading blows back and forth. Holliday starts to get the upper hand and quickly grabs the tub of lighter fluid and takes him down with a sickening blow to the head. Holliday then lights the table still set up in the ring as it goes up in a blaze of fire. Holliday turns to a fallen Smythe who as he’s being lifted to his feet, starts quickly delivering blows to the mid-section of Holliday. Smythe then whips Holliday right into the turnbuckles that has the top cover still on fire. Holliday gasps in pain and scurries back out from the corner and Smythe capitalises with a spinebuster right through the flaming table, ending the match!
MM: Smythe has done it! Out of nowhere Smythe found a sudden burst of strength to fight back and take out this first round match with a devastating spinebuster!
TRE: A great show of talents by both men in the ring tonight. Both men should be credited for their performance right here!
Winner, via putting opponent through table: Sean 'Torch' Smythe
Match Time: 12:37
Match Ratings: 3 Stars
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO RHYS PECT AND MIKE MITCHELL.)
SN: Gentlemen we saw earlier what The Management thinks of you.
MM: First he has the balls to come down to the ring with the so called Icons of Primetime and then he has the balls to pull that shit!
RP: You see Sniff he is suppose to be some sort of role model to the rest of the wrestling world. He is suppose to stay impartial he is suppose to...
(ALL OF A SUDDEN SHANE ANDERSON WALKS IN WITH THE LHW TITLE OVER HIS SHOULDER TAPPING IT AND LAUGHING.)
SA: Whiners and complainers...is that what the FC stands for...Fucking Children...cause thats all I see in front of me.
MM: Hey wait a...
SA: Mitchell, I have dealt with your ass before back in Canada, dont make me do it again! As I was saying, instead of crying about what The Management is doing...maybe you should do something about it!
RP: Well I don't see him picking on you!
SA: Thats because he knows better Pect! As for you two, let me remind you that as a group...as a group of men who are winners...Hellbound will certainly be taking an interested in the Tag Team title division!
(ANDERSON PUSHES PAST THE CONNECTION LEAVING THEM TO PONDER THE HELLBOUND INTEREST IN THE TAG TEAM DIVISION.)
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL SITTING WITH JC MCDONALD IN A HELLBOUND LOCKER ROOM.)
JM: I don't like it...we got 2 guys sitting out there with their asses in the wind boss. Two guys sitting over the other side of the country in one of the most brutal tournaments of all time.
FA: And we got four of us here tonight.
JM: Yeah but...
FA: Relax JC, I see your concern, but you got to realise...our main enemies are here and now. Scally...Twist...Exclusion as a whole is right here and now.
JC: And this start up...this IOP?
FA: Icons of Primetime...please...you see that is our biggest advantage. Nobody is big enough to stop us. I mean The Vigilantes are two men and a woman...Exclusion two men that have different roads to travel...the IOP have only just got together and the FC are more concerned with The Management. This is our time JC, nobody has the balls to stop us...nobody can stop us. Torch can't do it alone...Hardcore Legend...Grunt...they can't do it alone. And the two big threats...Scally and Maker...would rather kill each other than touch Hellbound. It's all about position...and as always we are on top!
(SHRIEK POKES HER HEAD AROUND THE CORNER WEARING A ROBE, ANGEL STUBS OUT HIS CIGAR.)
FA: Weren't you going to find Shane???
JM: (laughing) No worries boss...I got some time to kill...after all it seems you and Shriek need to talk 'tactics' before your title defence!
(ANGEL SMILES CLAPS MCDONALD ON THE BACK AS THE MOULD LEAVES LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO LA RINGSIDE.)
MM: Seems some concern there from JC McDonald on the wellfare of Aaron Roberts and Bill Holliday here tonight.
TRE: It's the damn KOTDM Tournament...Hellbound member or not you ain't leaving here without any scars!
King of the Deathmatches 1st Round:
Aaron Roberts vs Phenom - Barbwire Bat On A Pole Match
[FLASHBACK: ROBERTS BRUTAL ATTACK ON PHENOM AT ICE STORM 2004 IS SHOWN AS WELL AS HE RECENT ATTACKS ON THE HARDCORE ICON OF THE T.F.W.F. WHICH FINALLY LEAD TO PHENOM SNAPPING AND DEMANDING HE GET A CHANCE TO EVEN THE SCORE IN THE RING. ROBERTS BEING INDUCTED INTO HELLBOUND IS ALSO SHOWN.]
(BELL RINGS.)
PEZ: This is a 1st round match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Barbwire Bat On A Pole Match...
*’WE WILL RISE’ – ARCH ENEMY*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CHEWING SOME GUM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING FLIPPING OFF A FEW FANS.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England…weighing 264 pounds…Aaron Roberts!!!
MM: He seems confident Tremere as he eyes up that barbwire bat...
TRE: The man oozes confidence that is why he has set the T.F.W.F. a light...why he has already been a Hardcore Champion...and is a new member of Hellbound!
PEZ: And his opponent...
*'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. PHENOM RUSHES THE RING AS ROBERTS BAILS OUT.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York...weighing 298 pounds...Phenom!!!
MM: Oh have mercy the Phenomenal Hardcore Machine wants a piece of Aaron Roberts in a bad way!!!
TRE: It's going to get physical!!!
We see the barbed wire bat hanging from the pole as the bell rings. Phenom goes for control early, but Aaron the rookie gets it instead. Phenom tries everything but can’t seem to be able to get it. Roberts throws Phenom out of the ring, and he follows. They brawl at ringside for a while, and Roberts brings out a few weapons from under the ring. He breaks a chair over Phenom’s head, and then throws him head first into the security railing.
MM: This is a first round match, between the new school and old school of hardcore. The barbed wire bat hanging from the pole, is what they are trying to get. The match doesn’t end with them getting the bat, but it does become more intresting!
TRE: Intresting? Its painfull it what it is!! This is a dangerous match Mahoney, and you should be concerned… who am I kidding? GET THE BAT ALREADY!!!
Roberts slides into the ring and tries for the bat, but Phenom manages to make him fall down to ringside and its now Phenom’s turn for control. Phenom takes out a table and slides it into the ring. Phenom brawls with Roberts at ringside and then slides him into the ring. Phenom places the ring in the corner, and throws Roberts head first into the table with a catapult breaking it. Phenom then goes for the bat and gets it as the crowd cheers.
TRE: Now the match has truly started!! Come on Phenom you know how to use that thing, you used it one me a couple times!!
MM: If Phenom can keep control of that bat, then this match is as good as over and he moves on to the next round!
Phenom has hit Roberts with the bat a few times. He goes for the final blow, but Roberts hits Phenom with a lowblow, he then hits Phenom with the ‘AGR’ and goes for the pin, the referee counts 1….2.. Roberts breaks the pin himself. He looks at the bat, and then places it near a corner. He throws Phenom to the corner and places him on the top, Roberts climbs the second rope, and then hits a top rope ‘AGR’ on the BAT as the crowd drops their jaws. Roberts pins Phenom, the referee counts 1….2…3
Winner, via pinfall: Aaron Roberts
Match Time: 12:11
Match Rating: 3 1/2 Stars
A bloodied Roberts slides out of the ring, with his arms raises as he looks at the carnage in the ring, and smiles.
(ACTION GOES BACK TO NEW YORK. THE MANAGEMENT IS SEEN TALKING TO SOMEONE.)
MG: Well...at the end of the day I would see this as an opportunity for you and for the T.F.W.F....you see all past mistakes can be forgotten. Its well...(chuckles) under new Management.
(NOTICING A CAMERA POISED AROUND THE CORNER THE MANAGEMENT ARISES FROM HIS CHAIR AND SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT.)
SC: I wonder what the hell was going on there Snoop?
SJ: Probably some dodgey deal...that son of a...
SC: Be careful Snoop!
[FLASHBACK: ACTION BETWEEN MCCLAIN AND MCDONALD IS SHOWN WITH MCCLAIN GETTING SOME JOY OF SUCCESS OVER MCDOANLD IN RECENT WEEKS ALSO MIXED IN WITH JOST'S ACTUAL TITLE LOSS TO MCDONALD AT THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR.]
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship...
*’CALM LIKE A BOMB’ – RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING ANY CONTACT WITH FANS.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...’The Mould’ JC McDonald!!!
SC: No love lost in this one and this crowd certainly letting McDonald know what they think of him.
SJ: Morons...the lot of them...come on JC!!!
JH: And his opponent...
*’OUT OF MY WAY’ – SEETHER PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. A RAIN EFFECT OF PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND. THE T.A.T. FLIES OPEN WITH A SINGLE CROSS WITH THE WORDS SAVIOUR SCROLLING ACROSS IT. JOST MCCLAIN COMES OUT WITH HIS FINGERS POSED IN A DOUBLE DEVIL HORN AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Toronto, Canada…weighing 216 pounds…Jost McClain!!!
SC: Oh mercy IOP could get a big one here if McClain walks with the European title!
SJ: Did you just say that out loud? McClain beat McDonald...are you insane?
The match starts off with McDonald taking the early advantage after a furious exchange in the middle of the ring. McDobald uses power and technical moves to control the early protion of the match with the highlight coming when he catches McClain going for a hurracanrana and hits a massive sit down powerbomb and make sthe cover for the two count to massive crowd heat. McClain gets into the match after hitting a flying lariat coming off the ropes and then following it up with a lionsault on a stunned McDonald. The crowd go wild as the two men start to trade move for move as the match evens up.
SC: JC McDonald had a good start to this one but Jost McClain is right back in it. Either man could win here tonight.
SJ: JC McDonald is the best thing that ever happened to the European title and he's going to show us why tonight... just you wait.
The middle portion of the match is an even affair with now man getting a real advantage. The crowd really get into it as McClain and McDonald string together counters and high impact moves for some fast paced action. There are nemuerous near falls, one coming after McClain leaps over a charging McDonald and shows great athleticism by rolling him up in an amazing schoolboy pin. A dazed McDonald kicks out after a long two count and rolls quickly out of the ring to regroup.
SC: That near fall seems to have spooked the champion as he's wondering round the outside of the ring.
SJ: We've seen this before, JC's just forming a plan of attack.
McClain taunts McDonald from the ring and works the crowd so that the noise in the stadium is deafening. McDonald turns to the fans closest to him and starts arguing with a fat man wearing a Saviour T-shirt. McClain sees and opportunity and vaults over the top rope at McDonald but lands on the fat fan as McDonald sees it and jumps out of the way. The match continues outside with the railing and steel ringsteps are used repeatedly. Both men eventually return to the ring before they get counted out and the match return to the familliar pattern of ariel and technical moves. The end comes after McDonald gets a legsave on a frogsplash from McClain. Both men are slow at getting up but McDonald stands first and hits a piledriver on a groggy McClain before lifting him up and setting up for the 'Perfecto'. McClain comes to his senses and struggles his way off McDonald's shoulders after a number of rapid fists to the head. McClain pushes McDonald into the ropes and hits 'The Baptism' as he bounces back and gets the cover for the 3 count.
Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jost McClain
Match Time: 16.00
Match Rating: 4 Stars
SJ: Nooooooo!
SC: What a victory for the Saviour! What a damn victory!
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO BLAKE TRUE'S PA TRYING TO PERSUADE HIM TO COME OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM.)
PA: They won't play it...
BT: I heard a rumour they would!
PA: Blake they won't...it was Twist playing a prank
BT: Well maybe it's time he was 'hit me baby one more time' A hahahaha!
PA: (sigh) Yes Blake...
BT: Oil me up, I am ready to go win me some Interrumpalental gold.
PA: (sigh) It's Intercontinental Blake...Intercontinental.
(SCENE FADES AWAY.)
MM: Seems Blake True isn't quite sure of what is going on Tremere?
TRE: Well, I don't care what that pencil neck thinks... we got the semi finals of the KOTDM Tournament up next!
King of the Deathmatches Semi Final Match:
Sean 'Torch' Smythe vs Armageddon - X Cage
MM: We're back in Los Angeles ladies and gentlemen and we're about to begin the semi-finals of the King of the Deathmatch tournament. Earlier tonight we saw Armageddon defeat Beaux Brown in a Boiler Room match, and Sean 'Torch' Smythe defeat Bill Holliday in a Flaming Tables match. So now those two are about to face off in a match that, quite frankly I don't think has ever been seen before.
TRE: Definitely not Mac, in all the years I've been a part of TFWF and professional wrestling in general, I've been a part of some insane matches, but I've never seen anything like this. In essence it's a steel cage match, 15 feet high, with two lengths of wire across the ring, from one corner to the other, forming an 'X' in the middle of the ring, from which the KOTDM Finals contract is hanging in the middle of the ring. Climb the cage, cross the wires, and grab the contract and you go onto get the chance to become King of the Deathmatch 2005.
MM: Of course, with two men like Armageddon and Torch in the ring together, we can only expect blood to be spilled and bones to be broken inside the steel cage.
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN HAVE ADVANCED IS SHOWN.]
(BELL RINGS.)
PEZ: This is a semi final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a X Cage Match...
*’ENTER THE SANDMAN’ – METALLICA PLAYS*
(MIXED CROWD REACTION. PYROS EXPLODE EVERYWHERE AS ARMAGEDDON WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Hell’s Kitchen, New York…weighing 359 pounds…Armageddon!!!
MM: What a scoop this could be for Armageddon to push himself into the finals!
TRE: If he does he could firmly establish himself as one of the men to fear in 2005!
PEZ: And his opponent...
*’MANIAC’ – EVERGREEN TERRACE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!!
MM: And standing in the big man's way...one of the toughest son of a bitches ever to grace a T.F.W.F. ring.
TRE: Unbelivable Mac, one of these two men is going to be in the final!
The start of the match sees both Torch and Armageddon trying to throw each other into the steel cage and trading right hands. Armageddon uses his strength to overpower Torch with a series of slams before he picks him up on his shoulder and tries to use him as a battering ram, as he did to Beaux Brown in the boiler match. Armageddon charges, but Torch slides off his back and pushes Armageddon into the cage, Armageddon stops himself however as Torch takes the charge, but is vaulted over Armageddon's head and crashes into the cage, almost colliding headfirst with the top of the cage. The crowd starts to come alive as Armageddon grinds Torch's face into the mesh before throwing him face-first into the other side of the cage. Armageddon grinds Torch's face into the steel again and the blood trickles down Torch's face as the crowd boo heavily.
MM: Torch is bleeding now. He already took a tremendous amount of abuse in the Flaming Tables match, now he has to compete with the biggest man in TFWF using the steel cage as a cheese grater on his face.
TRE: You've gotta remember though Mac, Smythe is a veteran of these sorts of matches. He's been a competitor in the KOTDM Tournament a number of times throughout the course of his TFWF career. A little bit of blood isn't going to stand between him and the crown.
Armageddon climbs the turnbuckles and attempts to make his way across the wire to the contract, holding onto the wire while walking across the top ring rope to keep his balance. Torch comes back with a dropkick to the knee of Armageddon, causing him to lose his balance and fall headfirst into the canvas, folding up like an accordion. The crowd gets behind Torch as he exploits Armageddon's fall, using the ropes to vault him into a huge spiking Tornado DDT. With the big man down, Torch goes up and climbs across the wires himself, almost getting to the contract before Armageddon regains consciousness, grabs him by the leg and pulls him off the wire for a neck cradle Electric Chair Driver to loud chants of 'Holy shit'. After about a minute or so of both men start crawling towards the corners and make their way up onto the wires again. They meet in the middle of the ring and start throwing kicks at each other while trying to keep their grip on the wire. Torch manages to pull his legs up and lock them around Armageddon's head, and then releases his grip on the wire looking for a hurracanrana, but Armageddon won't let go. Torch is hanging upside down, just barely hanging on with his legs, and Armageddon positions his own legs around Torch's head before letting go of the wire and delivering a jaw-dropping piledriver, warranting a deafening 'Holy Shit' chant.
MM: GOOD GOD! SEAN SMYTHE IS DEAD!!!
TRE: I have no idea how he did that Mac. That was fucking incredible.
MM: Sean Smythe may have a broken neck after that UNGODLY piledriver from the wire, but it took its toll on Armageddon too. You can hear the crowd going wild as quite frankly even I'M on the edge of my seat. I don't think Smythe will be walking out of this arena tonight, let alone as the King of the Deathmatch after what we've just witnessed.
Armageddon is holding his neck, apparently having jarred it from the impact of the piledriver, and as a result is slow to make his way to the corner. As Armageddon climbs the turnbuckle, using the cage to support him, Torch miraculously begins to move and actually manages to get back onto him knees. Armageddon climbs across the wire again as Torch somehow makes it to his feet, and as Armageddon is about to reach the contract, Torch grabs him by the legs and heaves him off the wire, astoundingly holding the giant up long enough to powerbomb him into the side of the cage before crumpling in a heap. The crowd lets out another deafening 'Holy Shit' chant as both men are once again down. Armageddon looks to be out and Torch's face is now a crimson mask as he lies on the canvas struggling to breathe. Torch slowly crawls towards the side of the cage and begins to climb, making his way all the way to the top at a sluggish pace as Armageddon begins to move again. Torch sits at the top of the cage trying to catch he breath as he looks at the wires, he then pulls himself up – steadying himself on top of the cage as Armageddon gets to his feet below – and leaps from the top of the cage, grabbing the wire in midair, but is caught in a powerbomb position by Armageddon, and releases the wire, connecting with a hurracanrana to a tremendous pop.
MM: This is unbelieveable! I don't know how Sean Smythe can still be standing, much less how he managed to pull of those two incredible manuevers just now!
TRE: We're seeing a side of Smythe that we haven't seen in a long time Mac, he's unstoppable right now.
Torch gets to his feet immediately in a rush of adrenaline and shouts to the fans, who shower him with praise. Torch, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins quickly climbs the cage, and it looks as if there is nothing standing in his way, when Armageddon hits him in the back with a series of forearms, before climbing to the top rope and setting Torch up for 'The End'. The crowd is livid as Armageddon shouts that it's over, but Torch manages to grab onto the wire before Armageddon can throw him over, and uses the wire to manuever himself in position for the Frankesteiner in midair. Armageddon – again – doesn't go over, and heaves Torch back up for a superbomb, but Torch slides off behind Armageddon, grabs him by the head in a Dragon Sleeper position, and pushes off the cage to connect with a variation of the '3rd Degree Burn' off the top rope. Armageddon is knocked out cold as another deafening 'Holy Shit' chant rings out across the Coliseum, and Torch – still running off adrenaline – takes this opportunity to climb up the turnbuckles and across the wire, retrieveing the contract to a thunderous ovation before he collapses.
MM: HE DID IT!!! SEAN SMYTHE HAS WON THE OPPORTUNITY TO BECOME KING OF THE DEATHMATCH!!!
TRE: Even I've gotta tip my hat to him Mac. That was a hell of a fight.
Winner, via retrieval of contract: Sean 'Torch' Smythe
Match Time: 27:43
Match Rating: 4 ¾ stars
(ACTION CUTS BACK TO LILITH RANCOR STANDING WITH THE PEACEMAKER.)
LR: This is what we have been waiting for...he has taken your woman...your pride...your life...your everything, and now Lucas you will take his World title.
PM: Title yes...Angel has taken everything from me...a lesser man would have crumbled under it all, but tonight you will make her pay and I will make him pay...just do me one thing watch out for Scally at ringside. I don't buy this whole converted crap for one minute. He still wants you.
LR: Lucas...by now you should have learned that seduction is half the battle. Just make sure you give New York something to cheer...a home town boy as their World Champion.
(LILITH WALKS OFF SEDUCTIVELY AND SMILING WICKEDLY...MAKER MUSTERS A SMILE HIMSELF.)
[HYPE COMMERCIAL FOR THE MAIN EVENT THIS EVENING IS SHOWN.]
MM: Well it seems that the Main Event is all about psychology...who has the edge Tremere.
TRE: I don't know, you got two extremes cause tonight our Main Event is all about being able to survive...the Main Event for the World title is all about who goes into that match in the right state of mind.
King of the Deathmatches Semi Final Match:
Hardcore Legend vs Aaron Roberts - First Blood Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN HAVE ADVANCED IS SHOWN.]
(BELL RINGS.)
PEZ: This is a semi final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a First Blood Match...
*’WE WILL RISE’ – ARCH ENEMY*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CHEWING SOME GUM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING FLIPPING OFF A FEW FANS.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England…weighing 264 pounds…Aaron Roberts!!!
MM: The last remaining hope in this tournament for Hellbound...
TRE: Yep and he is up against Hardcore Legend...you do the math!
PEZ: And his opponent...
*’SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION’ - MEGADETH PLAYS*
(DECENT CROWD POP. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!!
MM: What a night it could be for HL if he can advance and get to the finals.
TRE: This could be a Torch vs. Hardcore Legend final...I tell you Mac, the world has been waiting for it.
The match opens with HL and Roberts circling each other, Roberts actually spits in the face of HL and the crowd boo him out of the building. HL retaliates with throwing himself onto Roberts with vicious rights and lefts. Roberts tries to get to his feet and out of the ring, but HL grabs him by the seat of his pants and back suplexes him, half way across the ring. HL drops to his feet and walks over to the announce table where Mahoney and Tremere are sat, he kicks Tremere's chair out of the way and puts his hand under the table and removes a satchel...
MM: What the hell? Your 'Bag Of Tricks'!
TRE: It's like a VISA card...never leave home without it.
Hardcore Legend smiles as the crowd pop like mad for a bit of nostalgia from the T.F.W.F.. Legend dumps the bag open in the ring and starts fishing arounf the contents, pulling out a stapler. The crowd get excited as Roberts waves his hands back and forth in fear as HL stalks him, Roberts swings a leg violently and kicks HL straight in the groin, HL hits the deck like he has been shot as Roberts once more heres the jeers from the crowd. Roberts makes his way over to the bag of tricks and pulls out a lead pipe, he walks over to HL and starts choking out HL with it. He throws HL into the corner and tries to follow up with a shot to the head with the lead pipe, but HL moves out of the corner and starts slamming rights and lefts into Robert's face, Roberts drops the pipe over the top rope and out of the ring. HL goes to throw Roberts into the corner, but Roberts reverses it, however HL flies back out of the corner and nails Roberts with a flying lariat.
MM: The focus of both these men has to be to get to your bag of tricks Tremere. Obviously one of those could be the key into cracking open some blood.
TRE: This could be a short match or a long match it really is up in the air!
HL continues pounding on Roberts over and over again, he hits a modified scoop slam and a ddt to get some time, he walks over and begins a scurried search through the remains of the stuff when all of a sudden Doc Holliday walks down the aisle.
MM: What the damn hell does he want here!
TRE: Looks like Hellbound have a plan B on the agenda! Ohhhhh yeah!
HL eyes Holliday and immediately picks up an iron. He slides out of the ring and walks to confront Holliday. The Cowboy holds his hands up and backs up the ramp a little more when all of a sudden Grunt appears out of nowhere.
MM: Grunt is blocking the path back for Holliday and this place is on it's feet!
TRE: Looks like they need a Plan C now!
Legend charges Holliday with the iron, but the Hellbound member ducks and HL slams the iron into the face of Grunt by accident!
MM: HL just brained Grunt by accident and now the assault by Holliday, this is going to be a complete shambles.
TRE: And look at Aaron Roberts now...he has the pair of scissors from my bag of tricks, have to say Mac, good choice.
Roberts picks up the scissors and slams them into the cheek of HL immediately blood pours out all over the arena as the crowd seem sick by the scene. HL drops to the floor in complete pain as Holliday holds up the hand of the victorious Aaron Roberts.
Winner, via making his opponent bleed: Aaron Roberts
Match Time: 8:21
Match Rating: 2 3/4 Stars
HL gets up and makes his way up the aisle probably after Hellbound when he notices Grunt lying motionless on the floor, he looks left, then he looks right...and covers Grunt for the three.
Winner, via 24/7 rule and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Hardcore Legend
MM: HL has come up trumps! He is the brand new Hardcore Champion!
TRE: Yep and you know it is all about making the advantage in this federation.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE ULTIMATE SCALLY STANDING WITH SNIFF.)
SN: Scally I know you are not a man who usually conducts interviews pre match, but tonight we have seen the two men who will fight tot ake over from you as the KOTDM Champion tonight, what are you feeling.
US: My feelings are not in LA Sniff you moron...it is here...it is now...it is for the Main Event.
SN: Who do you think will win the KOTDM Tournament tonight?
(SCALLY THROWS SNIFF AT THE WALL.)
US: This isn't 20 fucking questions dick head! The answer you need is that nothing matters tonight...except what will happen to Fallen Angel and The Peacemaker!
(SCALLY WALKS OFF.)
(ACTION CHANGES TO MIKE MITCHELL WALKING PAST JOST MCCLAIN. MCCLAIN SNIGGERS IN THE DIRECTION OF MITCHELL WHO JUST SNAPS AND LAYS HIM OUT SLAPPING THE CANADIAN CLOVERLEAF AS MCCLAIN TAPS THE FLOOR IN PAIN.)
MM: IOP can get bent!
(MITCHELL WALKS OFF LAUGHING AS MCCLAIN IS HELPED UP BY MEDICAL TEAMS. AS MCCLAIN WRITHES IN AGONY, BLAKE TRUE CAN BE SEEN LOOKING IMPRESSED AT MITCHELL'S HANDY WORK.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO THE RING.)
SC: What a hideous action from Mike Mitchell we all know he and Rhys Pect are annoyed about what they contrive to be harsh treatment by The Management, but why attack Jost McClain?
SJ: Guys like McClain are exactly what is wrong with this federation...this IOP have kissed ass to get their title shots this evening and a man like Mike Mitchell is making the point that it doesnt matter to him who you are cause he will take your ass down!
(EQUAL IF NOT MORE CROWD HEAT. SHANE ANDERSON WALKS OUT WITH A CANADIAN
FLAG IN HAND. HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDES INTO THE RING AND RAISES
HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion…Shane Anderson!!!
SC: Shane Anderson has fought for this title before and it has eluded him, but he has to be one of the best LHW Champions we have seen for sometime Snoop, even if he is a complete jackass.
SJ: He's no jackass Scoop...he is a man hand picked by Hellbound to be a future representative of the T.F.W.F., the man is the greatest technical wrestler in the world today, what do you expect.
SC: Anderson places his title in a hoop to be elevated here...and look at the intense stare from the Hellbound man directed in the face of Blake True.
*'WILL THEY DIE 4 YOU' - MASE, PUFFY, LIL KIM AND SOAD PLAYS*
(BIGGEST CROWD POP OF THE NIGHT. PURPLE PYROS COVER THE STAGE. AS THE SPARKS DIE DOWN, TWIST IS STOOD WITH HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE, HIS ARMS RAISED ABOVE HIS HEAD IN AN 'X'. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS DOWNWARDS AND SPINS ROUND TO FACE US)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Seattle, Washington…weighing 205 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Twist!!!
SC: And MSG is on there feet cause the Sultan of Skirt is here and they know in a few minutes they are going to have a match for the ages!
SJ: If Twist wasn't here it would be better...
The Lightheavyweight and Intercontinental Championships, hang over the ring. The match starts out with True and Anderson going after Twist. They double team him for a while, and then True turns on Anderson and throws him out of the ring. True goes to the outside and gets a ladder and slides it into the ring. He hits Twist with it and then sets it up. He begins to climb the ladder and Anderson pushes him off. Anderson begins to climb the ladder and then Twist follows, they both reach the top and exchange punches, Twist then hits a superplex off the top of the ladder as the crowd chants ‘TFWF TFWF TFWF’. Both men are broken in the ring, as the ladder remains under the two belts.
SC: These three men hate each other. True and Twist jealous of each others extra activities outside of the ring, and Anderson who just wants to prove they don’t belong in this sport!
SJ: Well they don’t! This is wrestling Scoop, not reality tv, or American Idol!
True gets back in the ring and he takes down the ladder. He places both Twist and Anderson in it and closes it. He climbs the top rope, and then flies off with a splash on the ladder as the crowd cheers the move. True holds his chest in pain but manages to get up, True grabs the ladder and sets it up. He begins to climb the ladder and Twist somehow follows him, they reach the top. True grabs one of the belts but quickly lets go as Twist grabs his head and hits the ‘Titty Twister’ from the top as the crowd goes crazy. Anderson takes advantage of this and climbs the ladder and manages to take the Lightheavyweight Championship.
Winner, via grabbing the title and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Shane Anderson
SC: Well Anderson has retained his Championship, and now it’s the Intercontinental Championship up for grabs!
SJ: Yeah Anderson just needs to grab it and this is over.
Anderson tries to grab the Intercontinental Championship, but Twist baseball slides the ladder and Anderson flies off to the outside and through the announce table as the crowd really chants ‘TFWF TFWF TFWF’. Twist sets up the ladder and begins to climb it when the crowd begins to boo. The Flawless Connection run down the ramp and slide into the ring, Mitchell climbs up after Twist and puts him in the electric chair position. Rhys climbs the other side of the ladder and hits the block buster from the top of the ladder. Blake True gets in the ring, he sees the carnage and climbs up the ladder and grabs the Intercontinental Championship!
Winner, via grabbing the title and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Blake True
Match Time: 25:49
Match Rating: 5 Star
True climbs down with his Championship, and Mitchell and Pect raise his arms in the air, as they show the three Championship belts and the crowd boos.
SC: What is this??? Blake True working with the Connection! And now they hold the Tag Belt and the Intercontinental Championship!!
SJ: YES YES!!! They are the Upper Echelon of the TFWF!!
All three men leave together as “Tenpin” by Jinn plays over the PA.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO AARON ROBERTS STANDING WITH BILL HOLLIDAY AND KURT DAWSON.)
KD: Gentlemen we have just witnessed a pretty terrible act by you two, Doc you were eliminated in the first round of this tournament and now you seem hell bent on helping Aaron Roberts become the 2005 KOTDM.
AR: Hell bent...we are Hellbound...we are a unit, we have seen so far a pretty bad PPV for Hellbound...why because the powers that be have decided to drive a wedge through us by putting us at other ends of the country. What have we seen tonight...JC McDonald robbed of the European title...Shane Anderson robbed of the IC title despite retaining the LHW...Doc Holliday out of the first round of the tournament. All because The Management is trying to stop the evolution of Hellbound.
KD: But tradition has always been to have the PPV in two cities...
BH: Tradition! Tradition is meant to be broken, we are making the tradtion now varmit. In a few short moments this man right here will become the King of the Deathmatches and Fallen Angel will celebrate a night as the World Champion...cause we are Hellbound son...and we make the rules!
(HOLLIDAY AND ROBERTS WALK OFF.)
(ACTION GOES BACK TO BLAKE TRUE AND THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION STANDING WITH SNIFF.)
SN: Gentlemen we have seen some acts in our time, but tonight you have taken the cake...a vicious attack by you Mike Mitchell on Jost McClain backstage and you two stole the title from Twist to give to this man!
BT: Stole, you can't steal awards...who the hell is this guy anyway, I thought I was doing Letterman.
(MITCHELL PUSHES SNIFF OUT THE WAY AND GRABS THE MICROPHONE.)
MM: Individually we are a success...together we are unstoppable...say hello to the Upper Class...and the T.F.W.F. better be ware...that the IOP...Twist...Exclusion...whoever...that this is just the begining because you can't teach class...your born with it!
(THE SHARE A SERIES OF HIGH FIVES AS THE CHAMPAGNE BEGINS TO FLOW.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO THE LA VENUE.)
MM: Well lot's of action going back and forth...Icons of Primetime...The Upper Class...both formed tonight, it certainly seems we are going to have an interesting Monday Mayhem Tremere.
TRE: Let's not loose focus cause in a few seconds we are going to see Torch vs. Aaron Roberts to see who is crowned the 2005 KOTDM.
King of the Deathmatches Final Match:
Sean 'Torch' Smythe vs Aaron Roberts - Ranger's Rules Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN HAVE ADVANCED IS SHOWN. A PACKAGE OF SMYTHE BEING THROWN OUT OF HELLBOUND IS ALSO SHOWN AND SOME BLACK AND WHITE FOOTAGE OF THE FINALS FROM PREVIOUS YEARS.]
(BELL RINGS.)
PEZ: This is the final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Rangers Rules Match...
*’WE WILL RISE’ – ARCH ENEMY*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. DOC WALKS OUT FOLLOWED BY ROBERTS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CHEWING SOME GUM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING FLIPPING OFF A FEW FANS.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Doc Holliday...from Gloucester, England…weighing 264 pounds…Aaron Roberts!!!
MM: I think the tone has been set here because Doc Holliday is now accompanying Roberts to the ring.
TRE: It's the final...two rounds of destruction and pain over and now the chance for one man to be crowned. Do I blame the Holliday advantage? Hell no!
PEZ: And his opponent...
*’MANIAC’ – EVERGREEN TERRACE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.)
PEZ: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!!
MM: Here we go and Smythe is down and laying rights and lefts into Roberts! This place is on their feet!
TRE: Doc is still in the ring! The door has closed and Doc Holliday is trapped in the Ranger's Rules cage with the possibility of an explosion in this very ring!
Holliday tries to pull himself over the top of the cage and then stops as he realises he can an advantage on Smythe, he flings himself off the cage and takes down Smythe with a flying lariat. Roberts becomes free, but the two rounds of pain take their toll as he stumbles into the corner trying to get a breather and sets off one of the C4 explosions. When the smoke clears Roberts is lying face first in the mat! Holliday continues his assault on Smythe scoring a well executed spine buster and throws Smythe into a corner, but Smythe puts on the brakes just in time as the clock continues to count down above them. Smythe spins round and ducks a Holliday right hand and creates some room with an inverted atomic drop and a clothesline. He begins to try and climb the cage with Roberts trying to get some composure, Roberts does and grabs on Smythe's leg pulling him down off the cage to the mat as both men lie motionless for sometime.
MM: This really is a knock down and drag out affair...Holliday getting to his feet a bit here and has Smythe, tries to throw him into some C4! REVERSAL!
TRE: HOLY CRAP THE DOC HAS HAD HIS HAT ALMOST BLOWN OFF!
Roberts gets to his feet and starts trading rights and lefts with Smythe as both men can barely stand in the ring. Smythe then swings a wild right and Roberts nails him with the 'AGR' out of nowhere as he staggers around the ring. He pulls himself up by the cage metal and starts to climb the cage ever so much. He tetters a little close to the top looking completely zapped of energy.
MM: He looks in trouble here, but what presence of mind to pull out the 'AGR' from absolutely nowhere.
TRE: It's only an inch, but it feels like a mile to sling yourself over that top of the cage.
Torch gets up and starts climbing up the cage a little and pulling on Roberts in order for the young star not to throw himself over the top rope. Smythe pulls himself onto the top of the cage and starts trading rights and lefts with Roberts. Roberts tries to shove Smythe off, but Smythe grabs him around the neck and executes a version of the '3rd Degree Burn' right onto the steel. Roberts' jaw cracks and he goes flying back into the ring area as Smythe's momentum takes him over the cages otherside crashing through a table and into the record books as the 2005 KOTDM.
MM: He has done it! SEAN TORCH SMYTHE WITH AN INCREDIBLE VARIATION OF THE '3RD DEGREE BURN' HAS KILLED HIMSELF TO WIN THIS MATCH!
TRE: I am speechless...what a final!
Winner, via escaping the cage and the 2005 King of the Deathmatches: Sean 'Torch' Smythe
(ACTION GOES TO A PROMOTIONAL FOOTAGE FOR THE T.F.W.F.'S GRANDADDY PPV DEATH OR GLORY 2005 WHICH IS IN JUNE. HIGHLIGHTS OF SOME OF THE GREAT MOMENTS ARE SHOWN.)
(DECENT HOME TOWN POPS, BUT SOME BOOS FROM THE PRO SCALLY FANS. A LIGHTENING
BOLT FLASHES THROUGH THE SKY SLAMMING INTO THE RAMP WAY ENTRANCE. AS THE
ARENA LIGHTS FLICKER STRANGE BLUE COLOURS THE PEACEMAKER MAKES HIS WAY
TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Manhattan, New York…weighing 261 pounds…accompanied by Lilith Rancor...The Peacemaker!!!
SC: Well I guess it's the hometown boy, but that might not be the only factor tonight because there is the L Factor I am talking Lilith Rancor.
SJ: How can she not be a factor she is smoking hot!
SC: I meant the fact that she could interfer and we all know Scally has a slight fascination with her.
JH: And his opponent...
*’CHARMLESS MAN’ – BLUR PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP, BIGGEST OF THE NIGHT. SCALLY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE HOLDING HIS TWO BUCKETS, ONE WITH THE WORDS SCRATCHED ‘PISS’ AND THE OTHER ‘SHIT’ HE HOLDS THE TWO BUCKETS UP IN TRIUMPH AND SHUFFLES TO THE RING RUNNING HIS TONGUE OVER HIS CRACKED REMAINING YELLOW TEETH.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Middlesborough, England…weighing 236 pounds…The Ultimate Scally!!!
SC: Snoop, Scally cannot take his eyes off of Lilith he seems transfixed! Damn transfixed!
SJ: He has no feelings, I doubt he is even human.
SC: Will you be serious!
JH: Introducing...
*’COCHISE’ - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS*
(BIGGEST CROWD HEAT OF THE EVENING. THE ARENA LIGHTS CUT OUT AS THE FANS ALL GET TO THEIR FEET. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AS THE FLAMING ANGEL DESIGN FALLS FROM THE TOP OF THE SCREEN TO THE BOTTOM. THE HELLBOUND LOGO FLASHES ON THE SCREEN AS A BRILLIANT WHITE LIGHT EMANATES FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP, BLINDING THE FANS. WHEN THE LIGHT FADES FALLEN ANGEL AND SHRIEK ARE STANDING AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN THE RAMP TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Shriek…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Fallen Angel!!!
SC: Well this crowd is on their feet booing the only man on their feet cheering my apparent unbiased colleague Snoop Jones.
SJ: You got to cheer the greatest man ever to step into the ring. The man who has beaten legend after legend after legend.
SC: The man is a sick human being, but I have a feeling Shriek and Lilith might get into it at ringside.
All three men are in the ring, Scally and Peacemaker move towards Angel and he tries to beg off. Scally and PM look at each other and then Angel double clothesline them. He drops an elbow on Scally and then gets up and stomps on PM. This goes on for a while, with Angel trying his best to keep both men down. Peacemaker grabs Angel’s leg in one and takes him down, and puts him in a sharpshooter but Scally kicks Peacemaker in the face breaking the hold. Now Peacemaker and Scally begin to fight as the crowd goes crazy. Angel just sits in the corner watching as both men attack each other, when Scally throws Peacemaker into Angel. Peacemaker falls backwards, and Scally then hits a drop kick into Angel’s face. Scally emerges as the last man standing as the crowd cheers.
SC: The fans are in frenzy, all three men have gotten their licks in, normally we would have two men with a common enemy in triple threat matches, but in this match, they all despise each other!
SJ: This is unfair, on Fallen Angel. I mean at Ice Storm he had to fight in a 4 way match, and now he has to be in a triple threat match! The Management is surely showing his favoritism.
Scally turns around as Peacemaker kicks him in the face and throws him out of the ring. Angel gets up behind Peacemaker as the crowd goes livid. Peacemaker slowly turns around, and they are both alone in the ring, face to face. They begin to exchange punches upon punches, Peacemaker throws Angel out of the ring also. Shriek slides into the ring, and she looks at Peacemaker, the crowd feels the tension. Shriek goes for the ‘Bitch Kick’ but Peacemaker grabs her leg and spins her around, he goes for the ‘Silencer’ but Shriek pushes him out of the ring as well. Lilith slides into the ring, and the crowd begins to pop, as the two divas begin to say words to each other, and Lilith takes down Shriek with a spear and slaps her on the floor. They roll around the ring exchanging slaps, when the referee separates them, and then ejects them from the match as the crowd boos. Angel is then seen taking Peacemaker and throwing him face first into the steel steps, and Scally then hits Angel with a steel chair to the back. Scally, goes under the ring and pulls out his two buckets as the crowd cheers. He slides them into the ring.
SJ: That sick, perverted, disgusting idiot, is going to disgrace this Championship match!!! He cant bring buckets of piss and shit into a match!!
SC: Watch your language, and he can do damn well what he pleases after what Peacemaker and Fallen Angel have put him through. He wants his Championship back, and by God he’ll do whatever it takes!
Scally remains in the ring, as Peacemaker and Angel roll in. Scally drenches Angel full of piss, and goes to throw the shit on Peacemaker but he ducks, and it lands outside of the ring. Scally then goes to hit Peacemaker with the bucket itself, but Peacemaker kicks him in the gut and goes for the ‘Silencer’ but Scally pushes him forward. Peacemaker turns around Scally goes for the ‘Scally Spit’ but Peacemaker ducks again, and the spit falls in Angel’s eyes. Peacemaker, hits Angel with the ‘Silencer’ and goes for the pin the referee counts 1….2… Scally breaks up the count. He raises up Peacemaker, and throws him out of the ring. Scally turns around, as Angel hits him with the ‘Darkness’ but doesn’t pin him. Angel rolls out of the ring, he grabs the chair from earlier and blasts it over Peacemaker’s head. Angel asks for a microphone and it Is handed to him and he rolls into the ring.
FA: Anderson, Mcdonald, get down here now.
Shane Anderson and Jc Mcdonald run down the ramp and slide into the ring and the crowd boos.
FA: Hold that piece of shit down while I finish him off.
Angel gets out of the ring, and he goes under and pulls out his ever famous bat as the crowd boos, he slides into the ring. Anderson and Mcdonald hold Scally by the arms, and Fallen Angel batters up, as he is about to hit Scally.
*'P.I.M.P. - 50 CENT PLAYS*
(THE CROWD GOES ABOSULTELY NUTS AS ANGEL STANDS IN THE RING SHAKING HIS HEAD.)
SJ: IT CANT BE!!!
SC: IT IS!! THAT IS PIMP IN’S MUSIC AND LOOK THERE HE IS!!
From the back emerges Pimp In, as the crowd gives him an earth shattering pop! He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Anderson goes to take him down, but Pimp In takes him down with one punch, JC goes for an attack but he takes a clothesline. Angel attacks Pimp In from behind as the crowd boos, Angel continues the attack, when Pimp In stands up, he turns around, and Angel looks as if he has seen a ghost. Pimp In kicks him in the gut, signals for it, and hits Angel with the ‘Pimp In a tor’. He grabs Scally and drapes his arm over Angel’s chest. The referee looks stunned but counts anyways 1….2…3.
Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: The Ultimate Scally
Match Time: 25:49
Match Rating: 4 1/2 Stars
Scally is handed the belt by Pimp In, at first he doesn’t see him. He looks surprised just to see the belt in his arms. Pimp In then raises up Scally, and raises his arm in the arm, and points at him as Scally looks at Pimp In in complete shock.
SC: This will be a night to be remembered for sure! A New King of the Deathmatch was crowned, a New Undisputed Champion emerged, and the Legend, the Icon, PIMP IN HAS RETURNED HOME!!!
(END SHOW)