Monday July 10th - St. Louis, USA - Savvis Centre

[FLASHBACK: THE SCENE FROM LAST WEEK IS SHOWN AS THE RKW SUPERSTARS HAVE TAKEN IT ON THEMSELVES TO INVADE THE T.F.W.F.. THE ANGER OF THE MANAGEMENT IS SHOWN AS HE HAS VOWED REVENGE TONIGHT.] (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE SAVVIS CENTRE IN ST. LOUIS. THE CROWD ARE MANIC AT THE PROSPECT OF T.F.W.F. VS RKW AS WELL AS THE LONG ANTICIPATED MATCHES IN THE T.F.W.F. AS WELL. THE CAMERAS SPIN AROUND THE ARENA SIGNS SUCH AS "ROUGHKUT DOESN'T MAKE THE KUT", "PECT'S REIGN IS TRULY OVER" AND "THE END IS NEAR FOR TORCH". FINALLY OUR SHOT SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Well I can say one good thing for tonight, Bruce Charming isn't here, instead I have you. SJ: And thank God for that, I already have to work with a two bit carnival ring master I don't need a drunk as well. SC: Thanks…anyway those who are here lead by the President of RKW Little Jim are the Kutters. Backstage in a secure locker room and also this is being beamed live to their residential arena so that their fans can cheer them on. SJ: And if I am honest I can see a few of these moronic idiots here tonight dotted amongst the T.F.W.F. fans! SC: That being said lets open up with our first match of the evening a T.F.W.F. affair for the Hardcore Championship which has been raging ever since the biggest star of them all returned to the ring and with Lester in his corner he takes on Mysti and Kirsta Lewis! T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Match Samson (c) vs Kirsta Lewis vs Mysti (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... (BIG CROWD POP.) *'HELLRAISER' - TUPAC PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE ENTIRE ARENA GOES DARK, A SINGLE SPOT LIGHT HITS THE ENTRANCE RAMP REVEALING SAMSON HEAD DOWN AND ON BENDED KNEE. LESTER STANDS BEHIND HIM WITH HIS HEAD DOWN AS WELL IN ALMOST PRAYER. AS THE LIGHTS COME ON SAMSON GETS TO HIS FEET AND IS LEAD TO THE RING BY LESTER.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Lester…from Athens, Greece…weighing 570 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Samson!!! SC: I know both Mysti and Kirsta can handle themselves in the ring, but tonight against this monster a former World Champion and a man who really seems on a path of destruction since his return to the T.F.W.F.. SJ: Neither of these bits of skirt stand a chance, not with the mighty Lester in his corner. JH: And his opponent... *'NOT ENOUGH' - OUR LADY PEACE PLAYS* (WOLF WHISTLES AND CHEERS. MYSTI WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND POINTS TOWARDS THE FANS AS SHE LOOKS INTENSLEY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Richmond, Canada...weighing 130 pounds...Mysti!!! SC: She certainly has some fire in her belly and she is going to need every ounce of it now. SJ: Oh my God, I think Lester is going to join us for commentary! JH: And their opponent.... *'ANIMAL' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP AND WOLF WHISTLES. A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: She picked up the win over Mysti last week on Mayhem, but tonight there is certainly a bigger task at hand! SJ: (whsipering) This kid is creeping me out Scoop... L: Did you say something brother? SJ: Ummm...nice hat??? The referee calls for the bell to ring and the first match of DD7 is underway, the two women look slightly afraid as they circle round the monstrous Samson, unsure whether to attack him or not. The big man laughs it off as he taunts them by taking a step forward and pretending to grab for them, much to their dismay. Samson laughs again and the crowd gets on his back, he turns and takes a bow to the audience and Kirsta and Mysti take the opportunity, a double dropkick sends Samson stuttering forwards but he stops in his tracks. He turns round with a look of vicious intent in his eyes, the two women gulp and as Samson lunges for them they roll out of the ring simultaneously and both women look afraid. Samson rolls out after Mysti and he starts to stalk her, slowly and tentatively. Mysti edges backward as the crowd gets behind her, however it seems to have no effect on her expression. Samson is closing in as Mysti backs into the barricade at ringside, he is moving in for the kill when suddenly Kirsta comes out of nowhere with a Steel Chair across the back of Samson, Mysti runs as the big man just takes the blow. He slowly turns round and this time Kirsta is the one with the afraid look in her eyes. Samson shakes his head and starts to move in on Kirsta. She slowly backs off as Samson tries to play on her fear. SC: Lester why on earth is Samson doing this? Two women? I mean come on, he is over five hundred pounds and you're letting him wrestle two women… L: … SJ: You're scary. Back in the ring and Kirsta is slowly getting away from Samson, she is trying her hardest to scare him with the chair but he just laughs it off, this time as he closes in on the challenger Mysti is the one to attack, as Samson goes for Kirsta, Mysti attacks the big man with a low blow, Samson bends over clutching his balls, and seeing the opportunity Kirsta lunges at him with the chair, catching him full on in the temple, Samson goes over and the crowd is in raptures seeing the giant fall. Kirsta lifts the chair high in celebration but she turns round into a dropkick from Mysti. Lewis rolls back and gets Mysti in a grapple, they push at each other and Lewis comes out on top with an Irish whip, Mysti rebounds off the ropes and is caught by a clothesline from Kirsta, she goes for the cover and 1….2.. Kick out, Lewis raises Mysti up and plants her with a suplex. Mysti gingerly gets back to her feet and Kirsta goes for a Hells Bitch Kick but Mysti ducks and counters with a Neckbreaker. Mysti now goes for the cover and 1….2….. Kirsta kicks out. Mysti drops a leg on Lewis and picks her up, and just throws her out of the ring, following her outside, Mysti picks Lewis up and hurls her into the ring steps. Sensing the momentum she follows up with a running elbow. She raises Kirsta again only this time when she picks her up, she turns round and both women are met by huge clotheslines from Samson. He turns and looks at the damage he's caused and laughs. SC: Well out of nowhere Samson reminds us he's in the match, but these two women also holding their own on their TFWF PPV Debuts… SJ: They look good to me Scoop… SC: … SJ: What? SC: Nevermind, anyway Lester, your man Samson comes back looking strong, but are you worried about the threat of him losing the title? L: … SC: Oooookkaayyyy…. Samson looks at the devastation he's caused and smiles, he picks both women up and heads over to the announce table where Scoop, Snoop and Lester sit, he places Mysti on top of Kirsta and laughs, he looks under the ring and pulls out a ladder, much to the crowds mixed reaction, unsure of what he has planned. Samson stands the ladder up and starts to climb, very slowly. He shouts out about causing destruction on those that have sinned. He is about to turn round on the ladder when suddenly he is attacked with the Hardcore title belt, it's Damned Yankee! Yankee smashes the title in the back of Samson's head again and again, the big man is rocking on the ladder and Yankee sees the chance, he steps onto the apron and with all his might he lunges off and shoulder tackles the ladder sending it teetering on its feet, and eventually it gives and sends Samson crashing through the Spanish announce table much to the delight of the crowd. Samson is motionless as Yankee heads back up the aisle leaving the mess he just caused behind. The crowd is now rallying behind the two females as they start to murmur. They gingerly get back to their feet and start going toe to toe with each other, each punch having more effect, with the crowd loving every second. As they get more tired Mysti shoves Kirsta back, picking up the hardcore title as Lewis reels. As Kirsta comes back Mysti plants her full on in the face with the belt. Lewis collapses, Mysti turns round to the crumpled heap that is Samson and laughs, she goes for a cover and the ref counts. 1….2….3…. SC: OH MY GOD! What a shock we have here to open up DD7! Thanks to the Damned Yankee Mysti has pinned Samson to become the TFWF Hardcore Champion. What a shocking opening match here, who would have thought that either of these two females could walk away here the champion, and lo and behold, Samson was the one who was defeated. SJ: What on earth was that? Do Hellbound think that they can just do as they please around here? God damn that's Axis's god given right! Somebody arrest Yankee! SC: Oh Snoop quit the stuck record tripe. Fact is Samson has been pinned here in what is sure to be a shock to wrestling fans all over the globe. Lester, any thoughts? L: … Lester arises from the seat and leaves the announce position, he walks over to the still crumpled Samson and whispers in his ear before walking off. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Mysti Mysti grabs Kirsta and pulls her from the ring fearing Samson might well launch an attack as Lester looks at the pair of them. Kirsta in a mark of good sportsmanship raises the hand of Mysti as she walks back up the ramp. The Damned Yankee stands there looking extremely pleased with himself after costing Samson the match. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE MANAGEMENT STANDING THEIR WITH AARON ROBERTS.) M: I can't believe this...now we got guys like The Damned Yankee throwing his weight around and costing superstars like Samson titles and gifting them to women! AR: After tonight there isn't going to be a case of how Hellbound do this and how Hellbound do that, we made a pact that this would be the end of Hellbound and it starts tonight, I mean look at it boss...there is no way JC and myself are going to allow a Hellbound win and there is no way the hired Torch is going to allow Fallen Angel to get the better of him. M: Still with that confidence I dont know...I still feel... AR: Axis has ruled this federation ever since we were formed we are not about to allow a bunch of jumped up old men ruin it. M: (smiling) Just make sure tonight...for Phenom and Hardcore Legend...it's painful! (THE MANAGEMENT SLAPS AARON ROBERTS ON THE BACK AND WALKS OFF AS THE ARROGANT ONE NODS HIS HEAD IN APPROVAL.) (THE ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO SANDY MAKEL WARMING UP. SELINA STANDS NEXT TO HIM AND APPEARS TO HAVE ON HER FACE THE FADING REMAINS OF A BRUISE.) SM: You see this body Selina...you see this man's body, you think for one moment I am going to allow any of those pussy whipped RKW stars to even get anywhere near me? S: (visibly distressed) No Sandy... SM: And as for Joey K if he thinks for one God damn minute he is ever going to lay his eyes on you again, I got another thing coming for him... (ALL OF A SUDDEN MYSTI WALKS INTO VIEW.) SM: And if this isn't the funniest thing I have ever seen a woman with a man's Championship... M: Huh? SM: You heard me, shouldnt you be back there preparing the refreshment table for the Team T.F.W.F. victory celebration? When Captain Sandy Makel leads his team to victoy? M: Look buster, I dont quite care for your tone, fact is I beat the biggest superstar in the history of the T.F.W.F. tonight and he was a former 3 time World Champion, you on the other hand have been sat here for the last week or so having to occupy yourself with the brief notion that being captain of Team T.F.W.F. has any importance what-so-ever! SM: I don't belive the rest of my laundy has been done sister, so why dont you scurry that little butt of yours backstage and... (WITH THAT COMMENT MYSTI WHACKS SANDY AROUND THE HEAD WITH THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP FLOORING HIM. THIS BRINGS A PARTIAL SMILE TO THE LIPS OF SELINA.) M: When he wakes up hun tell him that this bitch bites and if he can't hear you write it down! (MYSTI WALKS OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Mysti making a statement about her reign as the new Hardcore Champion not taking any crap from that male chauvinist Sandy Makel. SJ: How dare she hit the Captain of Team T.F.W.F.! SC: Speaking of hitting, nothing has hit our next challenger harder than the loss of his brother to the manipulative mind of the man known as Sebastian Cross! T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Sebastain Cross (c) vs Joey Lupino (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'REV 22:20' - PUSCIFER PLAYS* (MAJOR CROWD HEAT. THE LIGHTS AND THE TRON DEPICTS SEBASTIAN CROSS WITH HIS BACK FACING THE AUDIENCE. ARMS STRETCHED OUT TO EITHER SIDE LIKE THE MESSIAH, HEAD DOWN. SILVER FIREWORKS ERUPT FROM EITHER SIDE OF THE WALKWAY AS HE TURNS AROUND AND APPEARS IN THE ENTRY WAY. HE SLOWLY WALKS TO THE RING) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Two things, one, this match is about more than the European Championship and secondly this man might well be the most manipulative individual in wrestling history. SJ: What? Is it his fault Lupino's brother has been down trodden for all these years by Joey? No, I don't think so, in fact I kind of see Sebastian Cross as a modern day hero of sorts...like how he has taken Christopher under his wing. SC: You sicken me... JH: And his opponent... SC: No time for introductions this match is under way it's Joey Lupino from the crowd! SJ: Now how is that fair!!!! The bell keep is forced into ringing the bell unexpectadly as Lupino's through the crowd burst sends the crowd into a frnzy. Cross tries to disrobe, but Lupino is all over him like a man possessed and is only stopped from slamming the European Championship into the head of the Champion by an alert referring decision. Lupino's early arsenal includes a series of beat downs as well as a beautifully executed fall away slam when Cross attempts to mount a comeback. Lupino's inverted atomic drop and short arm clothesline do some damage, but its the wreckless abandoment with which he throws Cross sailing over the top rope and onto the steel steps which brings the first screams of delight from the crowd. In our opening segment it is all Joey Lupino! SC: Lupino has started this encounter like a man possessed her Snoop, not even bothering to wait for his music and Cross is on Dream street. SJ: Well first off the referee should have DQ'd Lupino for attempted use of the European title for a weapon. Then he should have DQ'd Lupino for throwing Cross into the steel steps from a... SC: Oh shut up! SJ: No! I won't fact is Joey Lupino is a thug and Sebastian Cross is one of the best things to happen to the T.F.W.F. in sometime and I think that should be noted by every referee from here on in! Our mid match notes see Lupino on the offensive to start, but Cross has gained some composure, he is able to come back furiously at one point and allow his aerial prowress and general speed to throw Joey off balance on more than one occassion. Despite this Lupino highlights the mid match moments with a piledriver after a botched Cross hurricanrana attempt as well as a running powerslam catching Cross attempting a high cross body. For Cross the mid match seems mostly his as he scores an excellent missle drop kick as well as hitting a series of quick attempted pin falls through a sunset flip and a crucuifx pin attempt as we go into the final hurdle its Cross whom is in firm control. SC: Sebastian Cross seems to be firmly back on track after the early tiraade in the opening minutes from Joey Lupino. SJ: Good stock always shines through Scoop and thats exactly what our European Champion is...good stock! SC: That being said, I am not counting out the challenger he is fighting for a lot here as well as his family pride. SJ: What family? As I understood it Joey tried to pimp out Christoper to a load of horney East Russian business men! SC: Will you stop! Both men are out on their feet towards the end of the match as they battle back and forth. Lupino throws some wild right hands and misses, but Cross cannot retaliate with any force as he is also out on his feet. Cross attempts to mount an aerial assault and scores a drop toe hold, in a moment of genius he bounds off the middle rope and scores a short asai moonsault knocking Joey down, he gets onto the top rope and looks to hit the finish, but Joey catches him and nails 'The Hit' he is about to go for the cover, when Chriistopher Lupino appears from nowhere and slams the referee. He grabs the European title as Joey waits for the count and nails him with it over and over again until Joey is lying in a bloody mess on the canvass he rolls a dazed Cross over onto Joey and walks up the ramp a groggy referee turns around and counts three giving the victory to Sebastian Cross once more. SC: Cross has cheated another victory here tonight, God damn him! SJ: Wait whats that Christopher has...he has a gun...he HAS A DAMN GUN! SC: HE IS GOING TO SHOOT HIS BROTHER! T.F.W.F. Security rush down to the ramp and disarm the youner Lupino as Joey lays there not knowing what could have happened. Christpeher breaks free of the security and runs out through the crowd a groggy Sebastian has a sick smile on his face as he stands over the body of Joey Lupino holding the European title a loft. The crowd are in complete shock as it seems this feud has turned to potential murderous consequences. SC: Folks, I can't believe what we have just seen, all I can say is I think Cross has got completely in the head of Christopher to the extent we might well have seen a murder take place tonight. SJ: Even I am lost for words... Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Sebastian Cross (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE DAMNED YANKEE STANDING THERE WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: As we attempt to regain some sort of composure after just witnessing the actions of Chirstoper Lupino, I stand here now with one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions The Damned Yankee, whom later tonight will attempt to also add the Intercontinental Championship to his ever increasing trophy cabinet...Yankee first your actions earlier this evening. DY: I have never had to justify anything in my life and wont start here. Let me just say this and this only. The T.F.W.F. has become a warzone, the T.F.W.F. has now got a sickening poision in it and that is why Hellbound has been formed. We have come back here to reclaim the glory of the T.F.W.F. that we as four indiividuals laid in our careers. Whether that be stopping a 600 pound monster from destroying two women under the order of The Management or whether that be getting the nucleus of this poison...Axis...tonight we will do it. MM: And your match itself see you... (AS THE DAMNED YANKEE SPEAKS, JC MCDONALD WALKS INTO VIEW AND SMILES.) JM: You certainly got a lot of mouth on you don't you Yankee... DY: I was wondering when the Axis circus might make an apperance. JM: Well consider your wonder and questioning answered buddy. Let me set the record straight tonight, I should have been in that match for the Intercontinental Championship, I should have had my shot to reclaim the title against Tiger Young, but from the day you and your man of merry men came back, you ahve tried to up turn the way this world works, the way Axis commands it to and I for one am not happy. DY: And what the hell are you going to do about it? JM: (laughing) Its not what I am going to do about it old man, its who we are going to get to do it for us! You see tonight in the circle of blood match, Fallen Angel will find out what Axis money can buy and right about now, so will you! (AS MCDONALD'S WORDS TRAIL OFF, SAMSON APPEARS AND GRABS YANKEE THE MONSTER ABSOLUTELY DESTROYS HIM LEAVING HIM A MESS.) JM: Your work is done Samson...as Lester told you, the properchy of he who would betray you has been revealed. (A CONFUSED SAMSON STANDS THEIR HULKING AFTER HIS DESTRUCTION BEFORE WALKING AWAY. MCDONALD STANDS OVER THE DAMNED YANKEE.) JM: Thats a message you can take to the bank buddy...I will see you later! (ACTION CHANGES TO TORCH SMOKING A CIGARETTE AND TAPING UP HIS WRISTS WHEN THE MANAGEMENT WALKS IN WITH A BROWN ENVELOPE.) M: The final payment courteosy of the Friends of Axis... (TORCH DOESNT LOOK AT THE ENVELOPE AND PLACES IT IN HIS DUFFLE BAG TAKING A LONG DRAG FROM HIS CIGARETTE AND NEVER LOOKING UP.) M: You make him pay tonight Torch, this is what you were born to do, you were born to kill... (TORCH LOOKS UP FINALLY HIS EYES BEADY AND INTENSE.) T: I was born to do a lot of things, but this is my chosen path. I like Cross, like Samson don't care for Axis one way or another, but what we have is purely an understanding...a business relationship if you will. They have their own agendas and I have mine...and mine is what is in this brown paper bag. Fallen Angel has made a mockery out of this business and his so called revoiution sickens me even further. Having to watch tired old bodies dragged up and back into the T.F.W.F. for one last run with the fans...sickens me...and tonight I will kill Fallen Angel. (THE FINAL WORDS EVEN MAKE THE MANAGEMENT MOMENTARILY CRINGE. HE STEPS BACK REALISING HE MIGHT EVEN BE OVER HIS HEAD WITH TORCH IN THIS FRAME OF MIND.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I just don't know what to make of this, Axis seems to be covering all their bases, now even Samson seems to be working for them. SJ: Thats because unlike their other veteran counterparts whom seem to want to start some sort of revolution, Samson and Torch are here for their own agendas, didnt you hear what he said? SC: Frankly, I was too disturbed watching him to really take in anything he was saying. I really believe he means to kill Fallen Angel tonight. SJ: Well, makes up for Christopher Lupino being disarmed! SC: Will you stop! SJ: Ohhhh we get to see Hellbound crumble next. I can't wait. SC: That remains to be seen because they do face two of the toughest son of a bitches I have ever laid my eyes on! Phenom/Hardcore Legend vs JC McDonald/Aaron Roberts (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team encounter... (BIG CROWD POP.) *'PLAGUE' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. OPENS WITH THE IMAGE OF THE WORLD TURNING, ALL OF A SUDDEN IT EXPLODES AND THE WORDS AXIS ARE STAMPED ON IT'S REMAINS. AS THEIR THEME MUSIC KICKS IN. MCDONALD AND ROBERTS WALK ONTO THE STAGE LOOKING PUMPED.) JH: At a total combined weight of 528 pounds...The Mould JC McDonald...Aaron Roberts...they ARE AXIS!!! SC: My broadcast colleague is on his feet here as we watch two of the four men who consider themselves the future of wrestling and certainly have laid claim to that this year. SJ: These two men right here, the pedigree they have between them and lets not forget former holders of the Tag Team Championships. JH: And their opponents... *'MOBSCENE' - MARILYN MANSON PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. HARDCORE LEGEND AND PHENOM WALK OUT IN AN INTENSE FASHION WITH THE HELLBOUND LOGO BLAZING ABOVE THEM.) JH: At a total combined weight of 515 pounds...Phenom...Hardcore Legend...they are Hellbound!!! SC: Listen to this place go crazy for two of the great legends of our business as they go two on two tonight with Axis boys in the first installment in what I classify as a war! SJ: Yeah and the operative word is "greats" they are past is and I am damn sick and tired of Hellbound thinking they can do what they please! Roberts and Phenom start off the match. The crowd is booing Axis excessively, and Hardcore Legend is making them boo even more. Roberts and Phenom lock up, and Phenom gets control at first with a wristlock, as the crowd looks in amazement. Phenom shrugs his shoulders, wondering where the came from himself. Roberts, as the referee is being distracted by Mcdonald rakes the eyes of Phenom and takes control. JC and him double team him in the corner, as the crowd is chanting for Hardcore Legend to get in. Legend tries to, but the referee stops him, and JC Mcdonald gets in the ring and starts abusing Phenom. The referee turns around and ignores that JC is there, thinking he tagged out. In a show of strenght, JC grabs Phenom and holds him in a one handed stalling vertical suplex. He holds him there for 1....2....3....4. He uses his free hand to wave at the crowd taunting them, and then drives Phenom back down. JC pins Phenom and the referee counts 1...2.. Phenom kicks out as the crowd cheers. JC looks over at Hardcore Legend and tells him to get in the ring. Hardcore Legend is about to get in the ring as Phenom rolls up JC from behind and the referee counts 1....2.. Roberts breaks it up with a kick. JC gets to his feet, he backs up a few paces and does a complete turn around and punches Legend out of the corner as the crowd boos. As Phenom gets to his feet, he goes for a spear but JC walks out of the way and Phenom goes through the second ropes and his shoulder crashes into the post. He waits a few seconds and then stands back as JC is waiting and gets him in a power plex. He pins him as the referee counts 1....2... Legend breaks it up. JC gets to his feet and a huge staredown occurs between both men as the crowd wants them to get it on but the referee orders Legend towards the corner. JC then grabs Phenom and throws him towards his corner. SJ: Look at the Scoop! Look at the strength on JC Mcdonald! The Mould of Wrestling, he can be alone in this match and still win it by himself. SC: Yeah but look at Hardcore Legend, its been a year and half since he's had a match and he's itching to get in that ring and tear up Axis. JC keeps taking care of Phenom, but accidentally slips up a clothesline and Phenom reverses it into a single arm DDT. He tags in Hardcore Legend and the crowd explodes. Legend takes down JC, Roberts gets in the ring, and Legend throws him over the top rope. JC rolls out of the ring as Phenom and Legend stand proud in the ring, as the crowd goes crazy. JC gets in the ring and Aaron goes to the corner. JC looks at Hardcore Legend and teases a lock up, but instead tags out as the crowd boos. Legend goes after Roberts and takes him down with a huge clothesline. Roberts gets to his feet and Legend gets him in a lock up and whips him towards the ropes and gets him in a sleeper drop on the return. He pins Roberts as the referee counts 1....2... Mcdonald breaks up the pin as Phenom runs into the match and clotheslines Mcdonald over the top rope and goes over with him. Legend raises up Legend and whips him into the corner and does the ten count punch as the crowd counts with him.1...2...3....4....5...6....7....8... JC gets in the ring and goes under Legend, placing him over his own shoulders and does and atomic drop. The referee orders JC into his own corner. SC: What a coward! Instead of facing Hardcore Legend like a man! SJ: If you where the physical specimen that JC is, would you risk your health with a man who hasn't been in the ring for a year and half like Hardcore Legend? Finish.... Roberts and Legend are fighting for control. Legend pushes Roberts back, and JC tags himself in and goes directly towards Legend. Phenom gets in the ring and goes after Roberts and they go over the top rope brawling to the outside.JC goes after Legend, and they exchange punches in the middle of the ring as the crowd is cheering for Legend. JC misses a clothes and Hardcore Legend grabs JC by the neck and gets him in the 'Ultima Manus', as the crowd explodes. Legend pins JC as the referee counts 1....2.. Roberts breaks up the pin and raises up Legend and hits him with the 'AGR'. Phenom slides into the ring as the crowd is cheering like crazy. Roberts goes for another 'AGR' but Phenom pushes him away, and Phenom kicks him in the gut and follows with the 'Funeral Drop'. Before Phenom can even move, JC kicks him in the gut and hits him with the 'Perfecto' and pins him, the referee counts 1.....2....3. Winners, via pinfall: Axis SC: McDonald and Roberts have got the victory here tonight and it semms...WAIT A MINUTE HERE COMES THE DAMNED YANKEE! SJ: Oh crap on a stick can't this guy ever just sit down and drink some kool aid! Yankee hits the ring like a man possessed and starts unloading on Roberts and then McDonald, he is about to hit McDonald with the 'Damned Slam' when Shane Anderson appears and cracks his knee out from under him. Yankee hobbles a little bit and McDonald pounces hitting him with a cheap shot to the face. Yankee hits the deck and is wrapped into the 'Confession' the crowd boo like mad. Phenom gets up and tries to make a save, but Roberts grabs him and nails an 'AGR' sending him to the canvass. Axis survey the destruction they have left as Anderson hoists up the arms of his victorious team mates. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE MANAGEMENT STANDING WATCHING A MONITOR AND SMILING VERY HAPPILY.) M: Ahhh the joys of victory. (THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR OF HIS OFFICE...FOX, KARM AND CHILL WALK IN.) M: Gentlemen, I am glad you could make it. I know you are only moments away from your big match tonight. CF: Our big victory sir. M: Exactly, and dont think it hasnt gone unnoticed. It has struck me, well two things to be precise is that RKW has tried to make an impact on the T.F.W.F. over the last few weeks and it took me back to a little invasion of my own I did on the T.F.W.F. and when I reintroeduced a certain Championship known as the DWIWF North American title. (ALL THREE MEN LOOK PUZZLED NONE MORE SO THAN THE FORGETFUL KARM.) M: So as a reward for your dedication to the cause I am going to make you three a match on Mayhem. Where you will face one another...the winner being crowned the brand new DWIWF North American Champion! (FOX AND CHILL LOOK IMPRESSED. KARM LOOKS PERPLEXED.) TK: Who are you again? (THE MANAGEMENT ROLLS HIS EYES AND LOOKS AT CHILL.) M: Just make sure he gets to the damn ring! (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE..) SC: Reintroducing the North American title...what a turn of events here tonight. SJ: Team T.F.W.F. being rewarded I like it! T.F.W.F. vs RKW Elimination Match Team T.F.W.F. (Makel/Karm/Fox/Chill) vs The Kutters (Joey K/La Sombra/Mistress/Kill Crazy) (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is an inter promotional elimination match scheduled for one fall... *'HYSTERIA' - MUSE PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. MAKEL LEADS OUT FOX, KARM AND CHILL, THE CROWD ARE KIND OF MIXED AS ALL FOUR OF THESE MEN ARE NOTIORIOUS HEELS IN THE T.F.W.F..) JH: Introducing first...the team of...Trevor Karm...Tommy Chilll...Chris Fox...and the team Captain Sandy Makel...they are Team T.F.W.F.!!! SC: Our livelyhood has been threatened and tonight these four men, whatever your opinion of them individually will defend the honour of the T.F.W.F.. SJ: GO TEAM! *WHITE STATIC IS SEEN* (ANOTHER MIXED REACTION. LA SOMBRA, MISTRESS AND JACK ED UP WALK OUT. JOEY K THEN WALKS OUT FANNING THE RKW WORLD TITLE AND LITTLE JIM ASSUMES THE LEAD ROLE SEEMINGLY ALL OVER THE PLACE MENTALLLY.) JH: And their opponents...the team of...La Sombra...Mistress...Jackedup...and the RKW World Champion and Team Captain Joey K...lead to the ring by Little Jim...The Kutters!!! SC: A certain confidence can be smelt as The Kutters are lead to the ring by their off beat President Little Jim. SJ: Amazing that a woman could bear a man so small. I hear the bingo hall might actually host some fricking bingo tonight! The match opens with all 8 participants discussing tactics back and forth. La Sombra opts to go first for The Kutters and Chris Fox opts to go first for Team T.F.W.F.. La Sombra starts with an initial charge at Fox who elegantly leap frogs his opponent and nails him with a beautiful superkick to the jaw, La Sombra rocks back and then Tommy Chill nails him with a double axe handle to the back of the head. La Sombra attempts to protest this move and Fox nails him with the 'Hybrid Theory' thus forcing the first elimination mere seconds into the match and sending Little Jim crazy on the outside. SC: What a quick elimination here by Fox, what a move by him and now he makes the tag to Karm. Karm starts off and faces a fresh Joey K who isnt in the best of moods being in so quick. Karm instinctly charges him and Joey K nails him with a 'Headlock of Doom' and we have our second elimination of the evening. SJ: We are down to three on three pretty damn quick here. What the hell was Karm doing? SC: He probably forgot what team he was wrestling for. Our third elimination of the evening comes about a minute later after mounting some small offense, Jacked Up succombs to a well executed 'Chill Factor' for the third elimination. SC: This is a quick contest so far I dont think The Management or Little Jim anticipated this sort of reaction. SJ: These wrestlers are not use to this environment and wait here comes the boss of the T.F.W.F., The Management to watch from a close up action! Our match continues with a lot more earnest wrestling here as both teams trade quick tags and keep the in ring action fresh. The Management barks orders as does Little Jim. Keeping the action fresh on his team, Jim tells Joey K who is putting on a stellar performance to cut the ring in half. The success of this leads to a shock elimination of Tommy Chill right at the hands of Mistress. An excellent 'K Krusher' from the top rope stuns Chill courteosy of Joey K allowing Mistress to nail the 'Mistress Malady' for the three count. Moments later Team T.F.W.F. is rocked once more as Chris Fox eager to impress falls victim to a superkick from Misttress leading to Joey K nailing a 'K Krash' from nowhere and getting a pinfall with Little Jim holding his feet down! SC: Little Jim steals a pinfall for The Kutters and now it seems its Sandy Makle vs Mistress and Joey K, I dont see a way out for Team T.F.W.F.. SJ: BUT HERE COMES THE MANAGEMENT!!!! The Management seeing this opportunity nails Jim with a kick to the face and hits him with the 'Firm Finish' to the floor. Mistress attempts to help out and now its The Management on the assist hitting her and allowing Sandy Makel to roll her up for the pinfall and bringing it down to one on one. Makel and Joey K put on a wrestling clinic with a series of near falls back and forth. K at one stage seems to have scored the win with his 'K Krusher', but Sandy gets a shoulder up. Sandy also thinks he has K down to the mat for three with a pinfall following the 'Seven Out', but K escapes its clutches. With both men running almost on empty it takes a mistake by Joey K to sway the match a high cross body goes wrong allowing Makel to use the momentum to carry them over. Using the ropes as leverage Makel gets the three and gets the win for Team T.F.W.F.. Winners, Team T.F.W.F. with Sandy Makel surviving Post match. Makel picks up the RKW title and drops it on Joey K, he is about to spit on it when Little Jim flies from nowhere and spears him down kniocking him down of the ring. LJ picks Joey K to his feet and raises his hand as Joey K celebrates in his style with a fat cigar handed to him and a bottle of cheap ass beer to the applauds of a grateful T.F.W.F. crowd. Makel walking up the ramp cursing K. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO MIKE MITCHELL WARMING UP WHEN BLAKE TRUE WALKS BY.) MM: I guess this is the ceremonial moment where I congratulate you on finally seeing Rhys Pect for being the bastard he is... BT: I guess it could be...I guess it could be indeed, but I dont need any words of wisdom from a choker. MM: Choker? BT: Blake True is not the type of man to ever choke on the big stage, Blake True thrives on the big stage, Blake True... MM: Wrestles Joey K to a draw? BT: Take that back! MM: Well, I was half expecting you to be walking to the ring as the RKW Champion. But I guess... BT: Listen here buster, I was robbed of that win like my ears were robbed when Paris Hilton became a pop star. I dont have time for this. I am not here to kiss RKWs ass, I have come here to do one thing....become the World Champion! MM: I will wait and see... BT: Yeah and then maybe you can throw me a charity match for the Intercontinental title later...oh wait, you havent got a chance...LOSER! (BLAKE WALKS OFF AS MITCHELL CONTINUES WARMING UP.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: True certainly seems confident a head of his showdown with Pect. SJ: True seems to be a lot of things and idiot the biggest thing of all! T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match - Triple Threat Tiger Young (c) vs The Damned Yankee vs Mike Mitchell (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a triple threat match for the Intercontinental Championship... (BIG CROWD POP.) *'THE GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A PICTURE OF THE AMERICAN FLAG WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE WITH THE WORDS "MR. GIMMICK" SCROLLED ACROSS THEM IN WHAT APPEARS TO BLOOD. THE WORDS "ANARCHY MAKES ME TICK" COME ACROSS THE SCREEN AS THERE IS A MASSIVE EXPLOSION OF C4 TYPE PRODUCTS. THE DAMNED YANKEE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE LIKE A MAN ON A MISSION MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York...weighing 275 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...The Damned Yankee!!! SC: This place is on its feet, The Damned One has made this PPV his own with his actions tonight and his tireless efforts to send a message to Axis and those who work with them. SJ: Yeah well McDonald and Anderson have certainly given him messages tonight so suck on that Yankee! JH: And his opponent... *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Tiger Young!!! SC: The story of this mans comeback into pro wrestling is something to be marvelled at and tonight he faces two of his toughest challenges to date. SJ: I thought his toughest challenge was walking here without his knee giving out! Ha! JH: And their opponent... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: Mike Mitchell has done a lot of soul searching and tonight it is his chance, this new Mike Mitchell to top it off by claming the Intercontinental title. SJ: I really couldn't care less about this match... The match opens with the crowd going nuts in anticipation of this massive match up. Mitchell is sitting in the corner, cracking his knuckles and staring down both Tiger and Yankee. Tiger hops from one foot to the other and spits his gum out as Yankee hands over his TFWF Tag Team Title belt to a ringside official and then stretches using the ropes before turning around and snarling at Young. The bell sounds and in an instant Mitchell is on his feet, as Tiger and Yankee argue with each other Mitchell blasts Yankee in the side of the head knocking him out the ring. In an instant he takes Tiger Young down to the mat with a double leg take down. He slams his forearms into Tiger's face as the crowd go wild. Tiger tries to roll to the side but Mitchell is like a pitbull and continues to hammer down with forearm shots. Yankee is up and rolls into the ring, he nails Mitchell in the head with a boot and then whips him into the corner, Yankee charges and Mitchell catches him with a reverse elbow strike. He then nails Yankee with a swinging neck breaker to a good pop! Mitchell is up but Tiger is waiting for him with a nice drop kick right to the jaw! He kicks away at Mitchell before whipping him off the ropes and nailing him with a spinning heel kick! He makes the cover, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out and at the same time is able to use his legs to hook Tiger up in a cross face!! The crowd are freaking out as Mitchell pulls back on the hold and Tiger yells in pain! Yankee is up and breaks up the hold with a boot to the head of Mitchell. Tiger rolls to the outside clutching his arm as Yankee tries to bring Mitchell to his feet but he nails him with a stiff European uppercut before taking Yankee down with a double leg take down again!! The crowd are all fired up as Mitchell gets the mount on Yankee and nails him with some forearm shots and then tries for a Cobra clutch but Yankee fights him off and is able to get to his feet with Mitchell on his back!! He runs backwards into the turnbuckles breaking the hold and then drops down with a jaw breaker which stuns Mitchell. Yankee sets himself and then flattens Mitchell with a massive clothesline!! He makes the cover, 1.…..2.….Tiger dives back in the ring and breaks up the pin attempt!! SC: These three men have started this match at a hundred miles an hour! And what about Mike Mitchell? He's using a shoot style of wrestling we haven't seen before in the TFWF. How can Yankee and Tiger combat his new style? SJ: Well booting him in the head like Tiger is doing right now might be a start! Tiger is putting the boots in as Yankee gets up! Tiger tosses Mitchell through the ropes and turns his attention to Yankee!! The crowd are freaking out as the two men trash talk and then begin trading big right hands!! Yankee gets the better of the exchange and sends Tiger to the mat! He waits for him to stand and then hit's a shoulder tackle. Yankee sets himself in a corner as Tiger staggers to his feet, Yankee charges looking for a spear but Tiger jumps over him and Yankee slams his shoulder into the ring post!!! The crowd all 'ohh' at the impact as Yankee staggers backwards clutching at his shoulder only to be nailed by a shining wizard kick from Tiger! He makes the cover, 1.….2.….Yankee kicks out as Mitchell rolls back into the ring. He grabs Tiger from behind and goes for a German suplex but Tiger blocks it, he goes behind Mitchell but he's too quick and gets a leg sweep on Tiger bringing him down to the mat, Mitchell hooks Tiger up in a STF with amazing speed!! Tiger is in real pain as Mitchell cranks back on the hold!! Yankee is still down as Tiger struggles but with the support of the crowd makes it to the ropes!! Mitchell releases the hold but quickly drags Tiger up and then nails him with a snap suplex, Mitchell floats over into the cover, 1.…2.…Tiger kicks out to a good crowd pop! Yankee is up and charges Mitchell who drops down sending Yankee sailing over the top rope and to the floor!! Tiger is slowly getting up as Mitchell hooks him from behind and hit's a German suplex, he holds on and then sends Tiger flipping over with a northern lights suplex with a bridge!! The referee counts, 1.…..2.….Tiger kicks out just in time!! Mitchell is up and he goes to bring Tiger up but Tiger grabs Mitchell's trunks and pulls him forward sending him through the ropes and to the floor! Mitchell lands near Yankee who is up and starts nailing Mitchell with big punches to the head! He brings him up as Tiger charges at the ropes and dives over the top rope with a twisting plancha onto both men to a huge crowd pop!!! All three men are down on the outside as the crowd cheer their efforts. SC: Tiger Young putting it all on the line there with that plancha over the ropes! He's showing why he's the Intercontinental Champion and why he's one of the best the TFWF has ever seen! SJ: These three are beating the holy hell out of each other and I know Axis will be enjoying seeing these three beat each other half to death! Tiger gets up and is fired up! He grabs Mitchell and throws him into the steel ring steps, Mitchell is down and out on the outside as Tiger grabs Yankee. But Yankee nails Tiger in the midsection and then charges him back cracking Tiger's back off the ring apron! Yankee nails him with some right hands before smashing Tiger's head off the ring apron! Tiger is staggered as Yankee rolls in the ring breaking up the referee's count! He rolls back out and this time rushes at Mitchell and nails him with a big boot that sends Mitchell crashing into the barricade! Yankee turns around and walks right into a super kick from Tiger Young to a huge crowd pop!! Tiger is hurting but is able to throw Yankee back in the ring and make the cover, 1.….2.…Yankee kicks out just in time! Mitchell is up and rolls into the ring as Tiger goes for a suplex but Yankee lands on his feet but still has hold of Tiger's head and drops down with a neck breaker! He makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell breaks up the pin attempt and then nails Yankee with a mafia kick to the face!! Mitchell turns around as picks Tiger up he whips him into the corner and then follows in with both knees to the chest of Tiger. He sits Tiger on the top rope and then climbs up himself, he hooks Tiger up but Tiger fires back with right hands to the side of Mitchell. He nails him with a head butt as Mitchell is dazed, Tiger diver over him and hooks his trunks bringing Mitchell off the top turnbuckle with a sunset flip/power bomb to a huge crowd pop!! Tiger makes the cover, 1.….2.…Yankee breaks it up just in time as the crowd gasps! Yankee grabs Tiger from behind and it's a back drop driver that lands Tiger right on the back of his head!! He is dazed as Yankee picks him up and nails him with 'The Damned Slam' to a massive crowd reaction!! Yankee makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell breaks up the pin just in time!!! SC: So close for The Damned Yankee there!! What a match by these three men, unbelievable. SJ: I'll say it, these three are putting it all on the line and this crowd are loving it. It's just a shame they're such idiots, otherwise there might be a place for them in Axis! The finish comes with all three men down and hurting. Yankee is the first up and he grabs Mitchell by the legs and looks to be going for a slingshot, but instead he starts spinning around while holding Mitchell's legs!! The crowd are going nuts as Yankee spins Mitchell faster and faster as Tiger Young is up and he waits and as Mitchell is swung around again Tiger nails him in the head with a drop kick!!! The crowd freak out as Mitchell is out cold Tiger charges at Yankee who grabs him and looks to be going for a flapjack but Tiger hooks Yankee's head and nails him with a tornado DDT to a huge crowd pop!! He makes the cover, 1.….2.…Yankee kicks out in time!! Tiger is up and throws Mitchell through the ropes to the outside, he turns around and charges at Yankee who ducks out the way and Tiger crashes into the turnbuckles chest first! He sets himself and then nails Tiger with a spinning elbow strike to a big pop! He makes the cover, 1.…2.…Tiger rolls his shoulder off the mat just in time! Mitchell is still down on the outside as Yankee lifts Tiger to his feet, he starts punching away at him as the referee tells him to back off but Yankee just keeps hammering away at Tiger's head!! The crowd go wild as the referee grabs Yankee and pulls him to the side. The referee is yelling at Yankee who holds his hands up defensively. Tiger is up and charges he goes for a flying kick but Yankee ducks out the way and Tiger nails the referee in the head with a big kick!! SC: The referee has been laid out and these two aren't stopping! SJ: I think Tiger did that on purpose! As Yankee turns around Tiger nails him with a drop kick that sends Yankee back into the corner. Tiger charges and nails Yankee with a splash in the corner and then lifts him to the top turnbuckle. On the outside Mitchell is up and spots the referee out cold. He reaches under the ring and slides out a ladder to a big crowd pop! He slides the ladder in the ring as Tiger looks to be going for a superplex on Yankee, but Mitchell rushes and nails Tiger in the back with some forearm shots to the back. He sets himself in the corner for a power bomb on Tiger, but Tiger hangs onto Yankee and he comes off the top landing right on the ladder as Mitchell sends Tiger crashing to the mat with a power bomb!! The crowd are freaking out with all three men down and out! Mitchell is first up as Yankee rolls out the ring clutching his back in pain. Tiger stars to stir as Mitchell picks the ladder up and sets it in the corner. He goes to whip Tiger into the ladder but he reverses it and Mitchell crashes back first into the ladder, he staggers out the corner and Tiger plants him with a death valley driver!! Tiger throws the ladder out of the ring as the referee starts to come around. Yankee rolls back in the ring and grabs Tiger from behind, but Tiger reverses it and nails Yankee with a German suplex!! The crowd are going nuts as Tiger fires up, but as he turns Mitchell nails him with a super kick to the jaw!! Mitchell goes to throw Tiger out the ring but instead throws him into the top and middle rope and Tiger's head is hooked in the ropes and he is left hanging!!!! Tiger is frantically trying to get out the ropes as Yankee boots Mitchell in the midsection and goes for 'The Damned Slam' but Mitchell wriggles free and quickly rolls Yankee up, the referee makes the count , 1.….2.….3!!!! The crowd pop big as Mitchell picks up a big win! Tiger finally frees himself from the ropes and drops to the floor clutching his neck! SC: We've got a NEW Intercontinental Champion people and it's Mike Mitchell!!! SJ: Tiger Young just couldn't get free in time and Mitchell took full advantage! SC: Mike Mitchell proved to the world that he can beat the best the TFWF has to offer…now wait a damn minute what's he doing here? The crowd's cheers all turn to huge heat as JC McDonald charges down the ramp and slides into the ring as Mitchell turns around McDonald flattens him with a huge clothesline!! Mitchell hits the mat hard as McDonald grabs Yankee and plants him with a 'Perfecto' before throwing him to the outside! He picks up the IC Title and stares at it as the crowd boo the house down. McDonald holds the Title up in the air and laughs as Mitchell struggles to get to his feet. McDonald sets himself and then blasts Mitchell in the head with the title belt to some huge crowd heat! McDonald stands over Mitchell and holds the Title belt up with one hand as the crowd litter the ring with garbage. He sneers at fans before picking Mitchell up and planting him with a 'Perfecto' power bomb! Mitchell is out and bleeding from the head as McDonald spits on him before rolling out the ring and making his way back up the ring to a chorus of boo's from the fans in attendance. SC: This should be Mike Mitchell's moment but that snake in the grass JC McDonald has attacked him from behind and left the new Intercontinental Champion laid out in the ring! This is just wrong! SJ: That is how we do things in Axis, we take matters into our own hands. McDonald was cheated out of the title at Death or Glory and I think he's just made his intentions known to the world! SC: Either way folks these three put on a fantastic match and we've got a new Intercontinental Champion in Mike Mitchell. SJ: He doesn't look like much of a champion right now! Mitchell is out as Tiger is checked on by a ringside official, Yankee is laid out on the floor as McDonald poses at the top of the ramp to more big crowd heat. EMT's rush down the ramp to check on Mitchell as McDonald laughs loudly. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Mike Mitchell (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO LITTLE JIM STANDING THEIR WITH SNIFF.) S: Little Jim, we have already seen tonight Team T.F.W.F. vs The Kuterrs and in a few moments we will see the ultimate grudge match, with his RKW career hanging in the balance, he must face the man who ended his T.F.W.F. career Shane Anderson the most deadly mat wrestler in the game. LJ: I got one word for you...BOKKO...now get me some cranberry juice and the phone number of a local tire merchant! (SNIFF LOOKS PERPLEXED AS LITTLE JIM KICKS HIM IN THE BALLS FOR NO REASON AND WALKS OFF.) (ACTION CHANGES TO SHANE ANDERSON STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Shane Anderson, we have already seen tonight you deal with the war between Axis and Hellbound in your own way and tonight you face the man who has literally had to resurect his career because of you in RKW. SA: If you could call it a career in the first place MacMillian, it was a nothing, I have come here and time and time again proven to be the greatest Light-Heavyweight Champion this federation has ever seen. I just made the Damned Yankee cry like a little bitch, why? Because I am Shane Fucking Anderson! And everyone taps to me! (ANDERSON PUSHES MACMILLIAN OUT OF THE WAY AND STORMS OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well nobody has heard directly from Donnovan Midas tonight and now they have this contract dispute hanging over his head. Will he turn up or is all this just a ruse by RKW's own psychotic President Little Jim. SJ: He's too moronic to be psychotic! T.F.W.F. vs RKW - Grudge Match Shane Anderson vs Donnovan Midas (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREEN DAY PLAYS* (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: An intense look on the face of this man a man who really has taken mat wrestling and technical prowress to the next level! SJ: Scoop, he is a legend in the making. JH: And his opponent... *'BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS - GREEN DAY PLAYS* (A WOMAN LONG ASSOCIATED WITH THE FILM 'GOLDFINGER' FROM THE JAMES BOND FILM HAS HER SILOUTTE APPEAR ON THE T.A.T., THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE WORDS 'MIDAS TOUCH' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. DONNOVAN MIDAS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS HANDS IN THE AIR BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 238 pounds…Donnovan Midas!!! SC: I tell you this crowd is firmly behind Donnovan Midas for the sole reason that he is right, Axis has been running wild and it needs someone to stop them! SJ: Yeah he can cry about that from his damn hospital bed! Our match opens with both men circling seemingly for sometime, Anderson tries to take the early match to the ground with a series of mat wrestling moves, but Midas has the touch so to speak early on and counters anything and everything Anderson throws at him. Anderson seems somewhat put off guard by this particularly when he goes for an ankle lock and Midas reverses it into a figure four leg lock. SC: I think this opening gambit really has to go to the controversial Donovan Midas. He has had an answer to everything that Anderson has thrown in his direction. SJ: Begineers luck... The middle match period settles into an affair where Anderson does beg the question of begineers luck as far as Midas goes. Finding a unique rhthym, Anderson takes Midas constantly over wearing his neck down with a series of neckbreakers, snap suplexes and side headlock take downs. Anderson's coupe de gras is his evenflow ddt which totally stuns Midas and also leads to the nearest fall of the match so far. Midas' offense pretty much consists of kicks and reversals during this period as he seems somewhat out of his depth with the pace and flurry Anderson has set once more. SC: I see this as the turning point and the reason why Shane Anderson consistantly proves he is a great Light-Heavyweight Champion. SJ: I am glad you can see it in him, there is pure gold there Scoop. SC: I have never doubted his skill, its his attitude which has never pleased me. SJ: I love his attitude! The finish of the match is the key however as Midas mounts a tremendous comeback. Anderson tries three times to lock Midas in the 'Confession' once Midas proves lucky freeing himself up to grab the ropes. But it is Midas who will have the last laugh grabbing an unsuspecting Torch into 'The Confession' and making the Light-Heavyweight Champion tap to his own finisher!!! SC: I can't believe it, Midas has won the match! SJ: Well if he leaves RKW and signs with cWa on a permanent basis they might have had the steal of the summer! Winner, via submission: Donnovan Midas (T.F.W.F. GOES TO A HYPE COMMERCIAL HIGHLIGHTING THE HISTORY OF THE UP COMING CIRCLE OF BLOOD ENCOUNTER.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE A SPLIT SCREEN SHOWS THE ERECTING OF THE CIRCLE OF BLOOD CONFINDS. FALLEN ANGEL IS STOOD WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Fallen Angel, thank you for your time it is duely appreciated let me tell you that. In a few short moments you will go head strong into what promises to be the most destructive match of your career where you will meet one on one in the match the man you will face and his nemesis the Peacemaker made famous...the Circle of Blood. FA: Let me tell you something Mac, I recognize one thing, The Peacemaker was a pussy...he bitched and cried his way out of this federation and back into his entire career. MM: I don't follow what that has to do wit it? FA: Its the simple fact that when you look at Torch you can see why he has been easily lead astray by Axis because I have achieved. I havent had to live off a rivalry with a guy who has bitched and cried his way in and out of this federation and that sickens Torch more than anything this Circle of Blood holds for us now. It sickens him because I have lived the dream and now in his fading career he must hang onto the coat tails of Axis in order for anyone to remember him. Fuck the draino Torch, fuck the scar on my face and fuck your shoot promos, because the only fucking thing you will be remembered for is the match which introduced Fallen Angel legend back to the fans as the man who can beat anyone, anytime, any place! MM: Strong words... FA: You just wait for the actions! (FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OFF LEAVING MAC SUCKING UP THE AIR AT THE INTENSITY OF THEIR INTERVIEW.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The construction looks just about complete and you could cut the tension in this arena with a knife Snoop. SJ: Axis have paid well and Torch has spent his career waiting for this moment, the moment where he steps out of the shadows of a piece of shit like Angel. SC: Often thought of as a man who choked on a stage such as this, the intensirt and the fear he imposed on his opponents seems to be somewhat more emphasized in this feud with Fallen Angel! Circle of Blood Match Torch vs Fallen Angel (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is the Circle of Blood match and can only be won by KO... (MASSIVE CROWD POP AT THE ANTICIPATION OF THIS MATCH.) *'BEAUTIFUL DISASTER' - 311 PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. 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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean 'Torch' Smythe!!! SC: I think this one will be brutal. SJ: It's going down in history... JH: And his opponent... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE ARENA LIGHTS CUT OUT. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE HELLBOUND LOGO BEFORE CUTTING TO FOOTAGE OF A CITYSCAPE AT NIGHT. THE CAMERA SWOOPS THROUGH THE CITY BEFORE IT RUSHES UP THE SIDE OF A HUGE SKY SCRAPER AND THEN SETTLES ON A SHOT OF THE ROOF TOP. THROUGH THE MIST STRIDES FALLEN ANGEL WITH A FLAMING BASEBALL BAT IN HAND. IN THE ARENA A HUGE PYRO GOES OFF FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AND THEN THE REVVING OF A MOTORBIKE ENGINE IS HEARD. ANGEL EMERGES AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP ON HIS SUPERBIKE. HE SIGNALS TO THE FANS BEFORE ROARING DOWN THE RAMP TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Fallen Angel!!! SC: Alright ladies and gentlemen, what you're about to see is not for the faint of heart. There will be blood and mayhem, and these two competitors will take each other to the very edge of brutality and beyond. This blood feud all started, at least the most intense part of it, after Highlight Night 2006. Torch had become completely fed up with representing TFWF, giving up his health time and time again for the company, and after numerous failed attempts to capture the TFWF Undisputed Championship, he turned his back on TFWF and siding with the Axis as their hired hitman, and set his sights firmly on destroying the man who he thought had always kept him from rising to the top; Fallen Angel. Over the past few months, the 'Career Killer' and Hellbound frontman was on the receiving end of a number of assassination attempts by Torch, and those attacks left him temporarily blinded in one eye, scarred for life, and almost poisoned to death. Just last month at Death or Glory, we saw Fallen Angel and the Damned Yankee take on Torch and Blake True, capturing the Tag Team titles in one of the most ungodly tag team encounters we have seen in some time, but now both men are all alone against each other, and to make things worse, they are going to be trapped inside of the most inhuman environments in professional wrestling: It is a steel dome 20-foot high at it's peak, surrounding the entire ring from the solid concrete floor, and the caging itself is made entirely of razorsharp barbed wire... Any and all weapons are legal, and the only way to win is to knock you man out so that he cannot answer a 10-count. Only a handful of people have ever taken part in the Circle of Blood - a match created by the late Peacemaker which Torch has made his trademark - and besides these two men, not a single one of them is still in the wrestling business to talk about it. Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a feud that has been feulled by a hatred unlike anything I think we've ever seen in the history of this company, and tonight - in the Circle of Blood - it will come to a gruesome end. The Circle of Blood cage is still being lowered from the ceiling when Fallen Angel charges at Torch and spears him to the ground, raining fierce punches down on him as the dome of barbed wire finally sets down outside the ring and is locked into place by the road agents. Angel and Torch are brawling in the ring and beating the holy hell out of each other as the referee tries to gain some kind of order. Angel once again takes control as he has Torch on his back and rains down clubbing lefts and rights, trying to bludgeon Torch into a pulp, but Torch gets his advantage back when he grabs a beer bottle that has been put in the ring amongst the numerous other weapons, and shatters it over Angel's head. Torch takes a moment to recover before he mounts Angel and tries to rip up Angel's flesh with the broken beer bottle, but Angel manages to fend him off and momentarily catches him in the 'Blackout' to a MASSIVE pop. Torch fights out of the hold quickly and both men are back on their feet for a staredown, and the crowd cheers wildly. The ref takes control and separates Torch and Angel momentarily and we can see the raw hatred on their faces before they lock up again in the middle of the ring. The two men force each other around the ring where the barbed wire is closest to the ring, but neither man can manage to do the damage this early on. Angel gets Torch backed into a corner, and Torch eases off, forcing the ref to break them up, then Torch slaps Angel in the face and pisses him off. It looks like Angel is going to level Torch with a punch, but Torch ducks it and gets behind Angel, taking him over the top rope and over of the ring with a Cactus Clothesline, both men landing dangerously close to the wire with not much room to move. Torch bangs on the barbed wire and then hooks Angel up in a suplex position to a MASSIVE chorus of boos, and tries to snap suplex him into the wire, but Angel blocks and counters with his own vertical suplex, holding Torch up so that his feet are touching the roof of the dome, then drops him to the concrete with a modified chokeslam to start a LOUD 'Holy Shit' chant. SC: Incredible! I have never seen a move like that out of Fallen Angel, and vertical suplex into a chokeslam, dropping Torch on the concrete floor! SJ: He's scared Scoop. Angel knows he can't beat Torch in the Circle of Blood, so he's doing whatever he can to prolong the inevitable. SC: What a load of crap. SJ: Just you wait and see Scoop, I'm never wrong about these things. SC: You must have a very loose definition of the word 'never' then. Angel searches around the side of the ring, unable to move freely around ringside due to the close fit of the COB dome, and surveys the weapons scattered around as Torch is getting back to his feet. Knowing Torch as well as he does, Angel keeps his eyes opened and as Torch gets back up, Angel throws a chair forcefully in his face to knock him back down. A search under the ring yields a large pane of glass much like the one that Angel put Blake True through at DOG to win the Tag Team titles, and Angel props it up as best he can between the corner post and the dome before he picks up Torch for an exploder through the pane. Torch blocks and fights out with a knee, then picks up a fluorescent light tube and slams it over the top of Angel's head, followed up with a running powerbomb through the glass pane to start another LOUD 'Holy Shit' chant. Torch rolls back in the ring and uses a chair to support himself, then takes a seat and tells the ref to count Angel out. 1... 2... 3... 4... Torch smiles arrogantly and taunts, warranting the hatred of the crowd. 5... 6... 7... Angel starts to move amongst the shattered glass, his arms lacerated. 8... Angel is on his knees using the apron for support as the crowd cheers wildly for him. 9... Torch kicks over the chair in rage and hits the ropes as Angel gets back to his feet, then dives through the ropes with a tope con hilo, but Angel sidesteps and Torch goes headfirst into the wire to a MASSIVE pop, writihing in pain on the floor as another LOUD 'Holy Shit' chant breaks out. Fallen Angel, slightly dazed, capitalises with a catapult that sends Torch face and chest first into the barbed wire once again, lacerating his chest and face. Angel grinds Torch's face into the barbs to a HUGE pop before he rolls him back in. Torch is wearing a crimson mask as he writhes in the middle of the ring. Angel throws all the chairs he can find into the ring, sliding in and out of the ring so that he can get to other sides of the ring past the dome. Finally, after putting about ten chairs in the ring, Angel enters the ring again and slams a chair viciously across the back of Torch's head, then hits Torch with a one man Con-Chair-To to a MASSIVE pop. Torch thrashs about clutching his face, and Angel further punishes him by putting a chair over his face and stomping down, sandwiching his face between two chairs. The crowd is going wild for Angel as he piles more and more of the chairs onto Torch's head. He takes one more chair and then heads to the turnbuckles, only able to stand on second rope due to the low height of the dome. Angel panders to the fans for a moment with the chair, then comes off second rope with a kneedrop attempt with the chair over his knee, looking to cave Torch's skull in, but Torch moves from beneath the chairs and Angel crash lands, clutching his knee. Torch capitalises with a Northern Lights Driver on the chairs, then rests, telling the ref to count again. SC: High risk manuever from Fallen Angel... didn't pay off! We don't see the big man take those chances too often, but with the pure hatred he's carrying for Torch, it seems he's ready to do anything. SJ: Pfft... please. The reason Angel never takes those risks is because, as you just saw, they always backfire. In the past, Angel would've been smart enough to realise that, but Torch is in the so-called 'Career Killer's head and that's exactly how he's going to kill Angel's career tonight. Mid-match is all about Torch as he dominates Angel - who refuses to stay down despite the abuse he's taken. Torch lays in with vicious chairshots to the head with several of the chairs Angel brought in, then turns his attention to Angel's damaged knee with more chairshots before Pillmanizing the knee with a double stomp whilst he has trapped Angel's knee in another steel chair, garnering the hatred of the crowd. Torch assaults the knee furiously, dropping knees, elbows and chairs into the leg with tenacity, raising his attack on the knee even further when he picks Angel up into a shinbreaker, then charges back and forth between the corners, driving the knee into the buckles. The crowd is all over Torch as he leaves the ring, grabbing Angel's bad leg and pulling him out towards the post, viciously wrapping his knee around the post several times to a LOUD chorus of boos. Angel clutches at his leg in pain as Torch once again pulls Angel's legs out around the post, being careful to avoid the barbed wire only inches behind him, but can't get enough space or leverage for what he has planned. Finally, Torch audibly shouts 'fuck it' and rams himself back-first into the barbs, giving him the space and leverage to apply a cornerpost figure four on Angel, and his back and the back of his head rake across the wire as he falls back to apply the hold to a loud 'OOOHHHH' from the crowd. Blood is pouring out the back of Torch's head to create a growing puddle on the concrete as Angel screams in agony, and eventually Torch is unable to hold onto the manuever from the blood rushing to his head, collapsing in a heap outside the ring and both men are down. The referee begins to administer the count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Angel has freed himself from the post and crawls towards the ropes. 5... 6... 7... Torch has begun to move again on the floor, crawling around ringside. 8... Angel has used the ropes to get back on his feet. 9... Torch is back up outside with a bottle in his hand and he takes a swig from it, then reaches into his pocket. Angel reaches out through the ropes and grabs Torch's bloodsoaked mop of hair, and Torch turns around with his lighter lit, spitting out the liquid to create a fireball right in Angel's face! The crowd immediately ERUPTS into a 'Holy Shit' chant as Angel flails around holding his eyes. SC: GOOD GOD!! FIRE MIST!!! TORCH JUST SPAT A FIREBALL RIGHT IN ANGEL'S FACE!! SJ: Hahaha! There's the genius of Torch in action. He knows better than anybody about the eye he put a cigarette into a few months ago, and that eye is extremely light-sensitive. I guarantee Angel has fully recovered from it yet. SC: Well, it may be smart strategy in this 'anything goes' environment, but how big of a man does Torch think he is if he needs to blind a man to get the win?! The crowd rains merciless hatred on Torch as he searches under the ring for another weapon, bringing out a sickle attached to a long chain and enters the ring with it, stalking the blinded Angel before he rakes the sickle into his forehead, producing a LOUD 'OOOOHHHHH!!!' from the crowd. Blood begins to pour out of Angel's head as Torch slices him with the sickle, then knocks him to the ground with a kick to the back of the injured knee to put him down, then does more damage to Angel, hooking him in a cross legged STF position, wrapping the chain around Angel's throat, and then digging the sickle into Angel's flesh just above the bad eye, doing damage to three points at once. Torch laughs sadistically as Fallen Angel begins to fade, blood pouring out of his forehead and his face turning blue from lack of oxygen, and Torch is loving every minute of it as the crowd boos him ferociously at the top of their lungs. Finally, the referee steps in to try to break the two men up, trying to pull Torch of of the semi-conscious Angel and Torch wants none of it, knocking the ref down to even more boos. The ref fights back, picking up one of the many chairs brought into the ring, and slams it across the back of Torch's blood-soaked head as hard as he can to a MASSIVE pop, then breaks the hold and takes the chain off from around Angel's throat, checking him to make sure he's still breathing, but Torch is soon up and grabs the ref by the collar, turning him around into a piledriver on the pile of chairs to MASSIVE heel heat once more. Fallen Angel is coughing, showing that he is still indeed alive as he lifts a hand to wipe the blood out of his face, but Torch soon sets Angel in his sights again, methodically walking over to pick up the sickle once again and raising it high as he looks to butcher Angel for good. Torch brings the sickle down at Fallen Angel, but Angel has the pressence of mind to roll out of the way, and the sickle sticks into the mat to leave the crowd gasping in awe. Torch tries to pull the sickle out of the ring as Angel rolls outside, and finally he manages to get the sickle out, going after Angel again, only to take a series of fluorescent light tubes to the face as he steps through the ropes. Angel removes the sickle from the ring and steps up onto the apron, hooking Torch up and hurling him backwards, both men flying off the apron into the barbed wire dome off a Fallen Angel exploder to another HUGE 'Holy Shit chant'. SC: HOLY SHIT!!! T-BONE SUPLEX OFF THE APRON INTO THE BARBED WIRE CAGE!! BOTH MEN NOW ARE BLOODY HEAPS ON THE FLOOR, AND YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE IT'S OVER, BUT THERE'S NO REF TO MAKE THE COUNT!! SJ: OH GOD! I can see straight at their faces! It's like a ripe piece of fruit that's been thrown out of a third story window! Ithink I'm gonna hurl! Road agents make their way down to the ring with a set of bolt cutters and begin to cut a hole in the side of the COB dome as everyone inside the dome is still down, and the crowd is still going wild. It takes several minutes, but eventually the road agents manage to cut a hole through the side of the barbed wire dome and call down the EMTs to get everybody out, but both Angel and Torch - barely able to stand - manage take them all out with stiff strikes to the roar of the crowd. Both men, looking like they've been through a war, go searching around the ring for whatever weapons they can find, and everything goes into the ring; a table, a rolled up stack of fluorescent light tubes, the large sheet of barbed wire cut out of the dome, and a large board laced with C4. Both men come back into the ring, staggering, and trade fists with Angel showing increbily resilience as he manages to get the upper hand, and when Torch misses a wild right hand, Angel catches him in position for 'The Darkness' to a MASSIVE ovation, but when he tries to get Torch up, his knee can't take the weight and Torch counters with the 'Back Draft' to put Angel down again to a MASSIVE chorus of boos. With the referee still out, Torch hauls himself up again and goes to work setting up the table, then setting the light tubes on top of the table, then wrapping the barbed wire sheet around the C4 laced board before he picks up Angel and rolls him onto the table, covering him with the C4 laced board and landing a few extra shots before he heads up the turbuckles. Torch pushes the roof of the COB dome out, fighting past the pain in his hands to stand on top rope, calling for the end...before he leaps off the top rope with a senton back splash, crashing through the tables and Angel with an ungodly explosion to send the crowd into a frenzy, and a MASSIVE, sustained 'Holy Shit' chant ensues as both men are down and out. Another referee runs down the aisle, entering the ring through the hole in the dome and begins the count. 1... 2... 3... Neither man has moved. 4... 5... 6... Torch starts to stir, his back badly burnt from the C4 whilst Angel is still trapped between the broken table, caught in broken glass, splintered wood and barbed wire. 7... Torch is doing all he can to get up under his own strength as Angel weakly rolls off the table and tries to free himself from the barbs, his face a crimson mask by now. 8... Torch is on one knee and fights to stand up whilst Angel has managed to free himself from the barbed wire board. 9... Torch is back up on spaghetti legs and Angel still looks to have some fight left in him, but he gives out and collapses at 10 to give the win to Torch, who collapses just after the final count. As the EMTs hit the ring and the Circle of Blood is lifted back to the ceiling, the crowd gives both men a standing ovation. SC: He couldnt kill Angel, but damn hell he has beaten him here, Torch has beaten Fallen Angel. SJ: Oh yes and here comes the sweet, sweet cavalry... SC: What the hell! As they speak, Shane Anderson and JC McDonald hit the ring and get inside with weapons they grab the broken body of Angel and rip him apart with body shots with the chairs and bats. The EMTs try to pull them off and are attacked for their efforts. Angel lies motionless totally covering the ring in his own brutal blood. McDonald and Anderson lift a groggy Torch onto their shoulders as his music plays out. Winner, via result of opponent KO: Torch (T.F.W.F. ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO A HIGHLIGHT PACKAGE ANNOUNCING THE RUN DOWN FOR MONDAY MAYHEMS SHOW... Chris Fox vs Trevor Karm vs Tommy Chill to decide the new DWIWF North American Champion Steve Curtis vs Shane Anderson for the Light-Heavyweight title Mysti and Kirsta Lewis vs Samson and Sandy Makel Yankee vs Roberts 6 man battle royal to decide new number one contender for the world title Tiger Young, Fallen Angel, Torch, Sebastian Cross, Loser of tonights Main Event & Hardcore Legend) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well that sounds a hell of a lineup for Monday Mayhem and of course we will be there, but for now, without any further a do, Little Jim and RKW will be watching as will The Management, Axis and the T.F.W.F. its Pect vs True for the World title!!!! Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match - Rhys Pect (c) vs Blake True (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *REQUIEM' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. GOLD PYRO FILLS THE ENTRANCE WAY AS ALEXANDRA EMERGES FROM THE HAZE. SHE HOLDS HER ARMS OUT AS RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE SMOKE. HE YANKS THE HAND OF ALEXANDRA AS THE COUPLE MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Rhys Pect!!! SC: A focused look on the face of the Champion as Alexandra stands by his side. SJ: He can taste another victory thats how damn good Rhys Pect is man! JH: And his opponent... *'SIMPLY THE BEST' - TINA TURNER PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. A VIDEO PICKS UP WITH TRUE STANDING IN A MONTAGE OF CUT OUTS OF MOVIE STARS LOOKING LIKE THEY ARE REAL. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF TRUE BEING TRUE WITH HIS ENTOURAGE IS ALSO SHOWN. TRUE WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING VERY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hollywood, California…weighing 218 pounds…Blake True!!! SC: I mentioned focus with Pect and it has to be said Blake looks focused too. SJ: Yeah he does actually... (BIGGEST CROWD POP OF THE NIGHT.) As the bell sounds, Blake True charges at Rhys Pect with a fury, taking the champion clean off his feet. Pect is totally unprepared for the attack, and spends the first few minutes of the match backing off and firefighting. Blake is fired up like never before, and incorporates a great deal of brawling into his usual crisp arsenal of highflying and technical moves. The audience response to the match so far is unpredictable, adding to the atmosphere, as some naturally boo the despised champion from Axis, whilst others aren't impressed by True pinning his flag in the RKW camp. In the ring, a thumb to the eye finally earns Pect a respite. As True tries to clear his vision, Pect sizes him up for a superkick. However, Blake manages to recover in the nick of time, and Pect misses his mark, causing him to end up straddling the top rope. Blake kicks the rope, bringing much pain to Pect's groin. Blake then slams Rhys in the head, sending him over the rope to the arena floor. At ringside, True begins to stalk Pect, but his progress is held up by the meddling of Alexandra. Her interference gives Rhys the chance to escape back into the ring. As Blake grabs Alexandra by the shoulders to put an end to her interjection, Pect bounces off the ropes and flies at Blake with a baseball slide. However, Blake moves at the last second, again outsmarting Pect as the champion crashes into his valet. This brings a cheer from the live crowd, who are starting to warm to True. With the dastardly pair on their backs on the arena floor, True scoops Pect up and rolls him back into the ring, where he goes for a pin, Rhys just escaping at two and four-fifths. SC: Rhys Pect likes to call himself 'Pro-active', but it seems to be Blake True that's stolen a march on his opponent so far. He seems to be one step ahead of the champion! SJ: A TFWF championship match is a marathon, not a goddamn sprint! Blake True is an imbecile, a traitor and a disgrace to this sport, and it's only a matter of time before Rhys suckers him in! True continues to dominate, elicting several more pin attempts. After a few minutes of this, and with Pect seemingly offering little resistance, Blake climbs to the top rope for a cross body. However, Rhys ducks as True flies off the turnbuckle, and the vain superstar lands in a heap in the centre of the ring. Pect pounces on this mistake like a shark smelling blood, and spends the next couple of minutes pouring on the pressure in the ring, punching and kicking Blake from corner to corner. At one point, a shot of the Axis locker room appears in the corner of the screen, showing the heel faction clustered around a television, watching the match and air-punching along with Pect as he dominates Blake. After a couple of failed pin attempts, Rhys takes the match to the arena floor, booting True underneath the bottom rope. After Rhys dominating for a while, Blake turns the tide by reversing a whip into the ringpost, which Rhys hits with a clunk. The referee, maybe realising the importance of this inter-promotional title match, is being lenient with the count, allowing the action to continue outside the ring for the time being. As True starts to get the upper hand outside the ring, Alexandra jumps on his back. Although initially surprised, Blake eventually regains control, and, to a huge cheer, he reaches behind, grabs her by the hair, and throws her over his head and hard to the arena floor, back first. As True turns back to face Pect, Rhys launches himself off the ring apron with a somersault senton, wiping Blake out. Pect takes a few seconds to compose himself, then rolls Blake into the ring, and crawls over for a cover. Blake raises a shoulder a split second before the three. This time, a shot of the Little Jim and the RKW wrestlers stood around a TV is shown, a huge whoop of relief emerging from them as Blake escapes the pin attempt. SJ: Did you see that move that Rhys Pect just pulled out??? That's what it takes to be champion - to go above and beyond what you're usually capable of! SC: Yeah, but it also helps if your meddling girlfriend sticks her nose in at every opportunity! SJ: How would you know? You've never HAD a girlfriend! True is slow to get up, and seems to be clutching his back from the landing he took off the somersault senton. Rhys takes the initiative, and begins to work True's spine over, executing such moves as backbreakers, bodyslams and a camel clutch. As Rhys picks Blake up for his next devastating wear down, True stages a comeback, rocking Pect back with a couple of slugging blows. Next he bounces off the ropes for momentum, but walks straight into a beautifully executed standing drop kick. Blake hits the mat, and Rhys immediately locks in 'The Necessary'! Blake grimaces in pain, beads of sweat running down his forehead. He holds his hand out, as if to tap... but instead tries to pull himself towards the ropes. The crowd are really getting behind him now, as he edges closer and closer. His fingers are just inches away from the bottom rope... when Rhys drags him back into the centre. We get another brief flash of the Axis locker room, jumping up and down and willing Blake to tap. True must surely tap this time... his hand is wavering just over the mat... yet, somehow, he starts the long crawl once again to the edge of the ring. The crow are urging him on, we see that the RKW stars are urging him on... Rhys shifts his position in order to once again pull True back into the centre, but... it's too late! Blake grabs the bottom rope, and Pect grudgingly releases the hold as the ref starts his five count. Blake slowly uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Pect waits for him to become upright, then charges.... but Blake bursts into life, grabs Rhys around the waist, and deposits him throat first onto the top rope! Rhys staggers backwards coughing and spluttering, and Blake catches him from behind with a textbook dragon suplex! He bridges for the pin... but there's no count! The ref has been distracted by Alexandra, who is stood on the ring apron, protesting. Blake stands up, pushes the referee out of the way, and lamps the irritating valet square in the face! She falls off the apron to the arena floor, and Blake smiles in satisfaction. He turns back to face the ring... and Pect kicks him right in the gut. Rhys then puts Blake between his legs, and signals for the 'Perfected And Respected', to a huge crowd jeer. He hoists Blake up, but as True is perched on his shoulders, he starts to punch Rhys in the head! Pect loses his balance, and drops backwards, with Blake sat on his chest. The ref makes a count...1...2... Pect hooks his legs around True's arms, and pulls him backwards onto his back. Rhys leans forward, he grabs a handfull of tights in one hand, and grabs the ropes out of the ref's view with the other....1....2...3! Winner, and STILL UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION: RHYS PECT SC: Pect steals a win, with the help of Alexandra, Blake True's tights and the ring ropes! SJ: What the Hell are you complaining about??? Rhys Pect and Axis have successfully defended the honour of the TFWF! SC: Pect cares about no-one but himself! He took every short cut to retain the title, and Blake True should feel justifiably cheated! Rhys Pect makes a lightning quick exit out of the ring, pausing only to grab his belt and scoop up Alexandra, as Blake True kneels in the ring, running his hands through his hair and staring daggers at the retreating champion. (END SHOW.)