DATE : Mon 23rd January 2006 Monday Mayhem - from Vistalegre, Spain - Palacio de Vistalegre
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE QUALIFIYING MATCHES FOR THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS THE MYSTERY ATTACKER OF FALLEN ANGEL LAST WEEK.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE ARENA AS THE CHEERS OF THE CROWD ARE DEAFENING, FINALLY THE CAMERA SHOT SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Good evening eveyone and welcome to Spain...what the... ('HIGHER PLANE' HITS THE PA SYSTEM AS THE CROWD HOP TO THEIR FEET WITH MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HEEL HEAT. AS THE BRASS KICKS IN RHYS PECT EMERGES LOOKING ANNOYED AND READY TO EXPLODE, PIECE OF PAPER IN HIS HAND) SC: Well Rhys Pect is out here to kick off Mayhem, folks. Who knows what he has to say especially after his upset loss last week with a little help from the World Champion… SJ: He's going to kill Mike Mitchell for what he has done! He has purposely gone out of his way to humiliate this man… the Axis MVP. And I tell you that is just not on! (PECT TAKES THE MICROPHONE IN HIS FREE HAND AND BEGINS TO SPEAK.) RP: Last week on Mayhem… I was SCREWED out of something once again. Worse yet, I was screwed and humiliated last week! (THE CROWD POP BIG TIME FOR RHYS PECT'S UPSET LOSS.) RP: Oh that's right these people can cheer and scream about that ALL they like. But the fact of the matter is that Mike Mitchell has shown no class of a true World Champion! He has never been the man Rhys Pect is and the time in which I was pinned at Autumn Annihilation 6… a lot has changed and I am now bigger and better than ever. I mean after all Mike, you couldn't get the job done against me at Ice Storm 2005. You had to go out of your way to pin the run down has-been to retain! But that's ok… I'm out of a tournament consisting of tacks, tables and chairs… BUT! (PECT HOLDS UP THE PIECE OF PAPER IN HIS HAND) RP: What I hold in my hand brings me to my shot. One on one… at NOR6… for the World Heavyweight Championship! This is a contract straight from the Management, and it marks your days as numbered! So tick tock to he clock Mike, enjoy the belt while you still can… ('WICKER MAN' HITS THE PA AS THE CROWD ERUPT INTO AN ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF CHEERS FOR THE CHAMPION. CHANTS OF 'FLAWLESS' START UP AS MIKE EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH HIS WORLD TITLE AROUND HIS WAIST, BUT ALSO WITH A BIG FEATHER BOA AND RETRO SUNGLASSES RATHER THAN HIS USUAL DESIGNER LABEL. PECT, OBVIOUS TO THE TERRY HEART IMPERSONATION HE IS PULLING… LOOKS EXTREMELY PISSED OFF IN THE RING. MIKE STEPS INTO THE RING AS PECT SHAKES HIS HEAD IN PURE DISGUST AND HATRED. MIKE THEN ASKS FOR A MICROPHONE AND IS GIVEN ONE.) MM: Ohhhhhhhhh, brova! Last week we saw the weakness that IS Rhys Pect! And if that is something you're apparently all aboot… it ain't my kind of scene, BROVA!!! (PECT LOOKS REALLY ANGRY BY NOW AND YELLS PROFANITIES AT MIKE MITCHELL. MIKE IN RESPONSE SIMPLY FLEXES HIS MUSCLES IN A DOWNWARDS MOTION BEFORE SPURTING MORE TERRY HEART LINGO.) MM: Brova… don't be so down. 'CAUSE YA' KNOW IT'S DA TRUTH! (THE CROWD POP BIG TIME FOR THE USE OF THE FAMOUS CATCH PHRASE AS 'FLAWLESS' CHANTS START UP AGAIN. PECT NOW BEGINS TO HAVE A FIT IN THE RING AS HE RAISES THE MIC UP AND STARTS YELLING OVER THE CHANTS.) RP: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I've had it with these shenanigans! You know that I'm the toughest opponent you've ever had and probably ever will have! So start treating me like it… not like a god damn joke! It's time for you to realise that I've always been better than you so it's time to look into the eyes of the demon… and accept your GOD DAMN FATE!!! (PECT REACHES ACROSS AND RIPS THE FEATHER BOA FROM MIKE MITCHELL AND THROWS IT TO THE GROUND. HE THEN REACHES FOR THE SUNGLASSES, BUT MIKE QUICKLY HOLDS HIS HAND OUT AS A STOP SIGN TO HIM. MIKE THEN SLOWLY PULLS HIS SUNGLASSES OFF AND LOOKS SERIOUSLY INTO THE EYES OF PECT, AS PECT DOESN'T MOVE AN EACH AND GLARES STRAIGHT BACK.) MM: You want a serious answer, Rhys? I'll give you one right now… and say that I accept your challenge. Because I know the opponent you are and we are yet to face off one on one for the grandest prize of them all. Which mind you, is around MY waist! Now maybe at NOR6, when I beat your ass once again you will realise that all this time… you've been good. In fact, Rhys… you've been great, the 'Axis MVP' as you've been said. But… you… are NOT… (MIKE HOLDS THE MICROPHONE UP IN THE AIR AS THE CROWD ROAR 'FLAWLESS' BEFORE ERUPTING INTO A HUGE CROWD POP AS 'WICKER MAN' BLASTS AGAIN. MIKE THROWS THE RETRO GLASSES INTO THE CROWD BEFORE STEPPING OUT OF THE RING AND BACKING UP THE RAMP WAY. MEANWHILE, PECT STANDS IN THE RING MOUTHING OFF IN TYPICAL FASHION.) (A T.F.W.F. HYPE VIDEO ANNOUNCES THE ALREADY SCHEDULED MATCHES FOR NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 6.) SC: What an confornation we have just seen...now let's go to Jaycee for our first title defence of the evening. TITLE - Light-Heavyweight Jost McClain (c) vs Sandy Makel JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... (CROWD POP.) *'OUT OF MY WAY' - SEETHER PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. 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…he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...and is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Jost McClain!!! SC: He had a lot of comments this week regarding Sandy Makel and Selina. He really is one arrogant individual. SJ: Ummm Scoop...the man has held that Championship for 7 months...he just qualified for the King of the Deathmatches tournament last week...he is one half of the Tag Champions and he is a member of Axis. He can say any damn thing he wants! JH: And his opponent... *'HYSTERIA' - MUSE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy 'The Dice' Makel!!! SC: Former European Champion and the question is tonight...will Roberts get in the head of Sandy in his question to become the Light-Heavyweight Champion. SJ: It would me, because there is no doubt in my mind that Selina wants a piece of the Giant from Gloucester. FINISH...A tremendous match back and forth as Makel is on real form early on like a man possessed. He destoys McClain in the early going who attempts to get himself counted out by leaving the ring. As the match progrsses McClain does fight back as they two battle back and forth in a real thriller. Aaron Roberts makes an apperance half way through and tries to get to Selina, she slides into the ring and Makel scores a drop kick knocking the European Champion over the ropes, he then ducks a 'Baptism' and scores a 'Seven Out' from nowhere. The crowd counts with the referee as we have a new Light-Heavyweight Champion! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Sandy Makel Match Time: 14m20s Match Rating: 4 Stars After the match Roberts gets back in and nails Makel with the European title. He then tries to groupe Selina as the new Champ lays unconscious. Roberts then hits the 'Money Maker' on Makel onto a chair provided by McClain for the emphasis as Selina runs off scared. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE MAHONEY MCMILLAN STANDING WITH 'THE LONE WOLF' JOEY LUPINO. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD CHEERING LIKE MAD AT THE SIGHT OF JOEY L. LUPINO FLASHES HIS 'MILLION DOLLAR' SMILE TO ANOTHER GOOD CROWD POP. MAHONEY TURNS TO LUPINO AND RAISES THE MIC UP.) MM: Well first thing I've got ask you Joey is how do you feel about crashing out of the KOTDM tournament. Both you and Bill Holliday, two big names in the TFWF, won't be taking part this year. JL: Mahoney you know as well as I do that Joey Lupino can hang with all the thumb tack loving freaks like the best of them. I might have a pretty face, but that don't mean I don't enjoy a good fight. You're right, I'm out of the KOTD and that is something that don't sit well with Joey L. Let's face facts here Mac, I'd still be in that tournament if it wasn't for that chump JC McDonald. That muscle bound piece of trash has been like a rash on my ass for months now. The guy is just so god damn irritating you know? But don't you worry Mac, first I'm taking the Hardcore Title tonight and then I'll worry 'resolve' this situation with McDonald and maybe even Billy Holliday. MM: Sounds like you're in for a busy night Joey... (JUST BEFORE LUPINO CAN REPLY TWO HOT LOOKING WOMAN WALK INTO THE SHOT. THEY BOTH GRAB HOLD OF JOEY AND START JUMPING UP AND DOWN.) GIRLS: Joey, Joey, you said you'd take us out tonight! (LUPINO SMIRKS AT MAHONEY AND THEN TURNS TO THE GIRLS.) JL: All right ladies, you go find yourselves something small and sexy to wear and after the show, we'll hit the town. (THE GIRLS SQUEAL WITH DELIGHT AS LUPINO HANDS THEM A BUNDLE OF MONEY. HE TURNS TO MAHONEY.) JL: Oh yeah Mahoney, long night... (LUPINO LAUGHS AND WALKS OFF WITH A GIRL UNDER EACH ARM AS MAHONEY STANDS SHAKING HIS HEAD.) (WE CUT BACKSTAGE, TORCH IS SITTING IN A CORNER SMOKING A CIGARRETE AS CARL, APPROACHES HIM. TORCH IGNORES HIM, AND CONTINUES SMOKING AWAY) C: Torch.. (TORCH KEEPS LOOKING AWAY AS CARL STANDS THERE) C: I have a message for you. (TORCH CONTINUES TO IGNORE HIM, HE PUTS OUT THE CIGARRETTE AND LIGHTS ANOTHER ONE) C: It's from the mystery man from last week, he says he is going to help you again tonight. (IN A QUICK MOVE, TORCH GETS TO HIS FEET, GRABS CARL FROM THE NECK AND SLAMS HIM AGAINST THE WALL) T: You tell your little mystery man, that I don't need help! (TORCH BLOWS SMOKE IN CARL'S FACE) T: I want to do this by myself, I don't need help, and I want to prove it to everyone that I can still hang in that ring and take the Intercontinental Championship! Now go back there and tell whoever it is just that. (HE LETS GO OF CARL, AND GOES BACK TO SMOKING ALTHOUGH A LITTLE AGITATED) SC: Torch not a happy man there... SJ: With a face liike that neither would I... Aaron Roberts/Blake True vs The Insane Asylum JH: This match is a tag team encounterscheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'PLAGUE' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. TRUE AND ROBERTS WANDER OUT ARROGANTLY TO THE MUSIC AND T.A.T. OF AXIS.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 479 pounds...the T.F.W.F. European Champion Aaron Roberts...Blake True...Axis!!! SC: I guess one might say two of the jewels in the crown of this Axis unit and has formed when asked a formidable team. SJ: And for the record Scoop...Blake True qualified for the KOTDM Tournament this year and also for the record Aaron Roberts is your European Champion. It does not get any better than this! SC: Whatever... JH: And their opponents... *'IN THE END' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH AN ELDERLY MAN SAT IN A STRAIT JACKET, FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND LAUGHING LIKE A LOON. THE WORDS 'INSANE ASYLUM' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN AS APOCALYPSE AND CREEPER STALK THEIR WAY TO RINGSIDE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 585 pounds…Apocalypse…Creeper…The Insane Asylum!!! SC: Two men whom in their T.F.W.F. careers have complimented each other extremely well and tonight this is a big step for them once again solidifying their push to become number one contenders for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships. SJ: Ha! They are not in J=Mc2 league in the slightest... FINISH...An absolute squash as The Asylum look out of sorts completely. Roberts is by far the dominant one as True sees no action hardly at all. He scores a 'AGR' on Apocalypse to get the pin. After the match Makel rushes the ring bandaged up, but True and Roberts make their escape pointing and laughing at Makel's attempts Winners via pinfall: Aaron Roberts & Blake True Match Time: 10m19s Match Rating: 1 Star (WE CUT TO DOC HOLLIDAY NEAR THE BACKSTAGE CURTAIN AS THE INSANE ASYLUM WALK THROUGH. DOC CLAPS IN A REAL FAKE WAY) D: Great job gents. Reminds me of Ice Storm 06, and the match Leary and I had. Speaking of which I think we should have been the number one contenders for the TFWF tag team championships. But seeing as Leary is in the King of the Deathmatch tournament we might just have to wait. (CREEPER AND APOC LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND LAUGH. APOC LOOKS AT DOC) A: Doc, you and Jason are a nothing team. Always were and always will be. Heck if you would team with anyone you still couldn't beat us. (DOC SMIRKS AND LOOKS AT THEM AGAIN) D: Really? Well, is that a challenge, the two of you versus me and a partner of my choosing at NOR 6? (APOC NODS AS DOES CREEPER) D: Well…then I choose… your mentor, Joey Lupino! (DOC LEAVES LAUGHING AS APOC AND CREEPER HAVE LOST ALL THEIR SMILES) (ACTION CUTS TO TERRY HEART STANDING WITH TREMERE) TH: Tremere brotha, The Savage One wants to know whose ass he is gonna have to kick at Night Of The Revolution. Last week he took Rhys Pect. The little Axis punch bag brotha. So tell the Savage One brotha. Who is it gonna be to go one on one with the love machine that is Terry Heart? WOOOOOOOOOO! T: Terry Heart, first things first. Umm can you tell me if you have gotten over your recent bout of gayness? Just that… You see… I don't really want to catch anything… TH: Why you ask Tre? You feeling kinky? (TREMERE BACKS OFF A LITTLE AS TERRY FLEXES HIS ARMS) TH: Are you telling the Savage One that you want to get up close and personal with the 4 inch python? You want to get Terry Heart somewhere private? T: Errrr TH: You know something Tremere brotha. Only in Dakota do they make bigger dicks. WOOOOOOOOOOO T: Terry you are facing JC McDonald in round one of the KOTDM Tournament. Bye! (TREMERE THEN USHERS TERRY OUT OF THE ROOM AS HEART FLEXES SOME MORE BEFORE TREMERE SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT AND LOCKS IT. HE THEN LEANS AGAINST IT LIKE HE'S JUST SURVIVED A VICIOUS CHASE.) T: Thank god for that… (RINGSIDE.) SC: The frutiness of Terry Heart there... SJ: Bender alert! TITLE - Hardcore Sebastian Cross (c) vs Joey Lupino JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... (CROWD POP.) *'REV 22:20' - PUSCIFER PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. 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. Hardcore Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Cross elluded to his status as a great Hardcore Champion a few weeks back and he has not disappointed. And whatever his demenor, these fans have bought into Seb Cross and his high flying skills. SJ: Yeah and that proves how stupid these fans really are! JH: And his opponent... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WHISTLES FROM THE LADIES. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AND WE SEE TWO HANDGUNS CROSSED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCREEN. THE IMAGES MIXES INTO A WOLF RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS, BLOOD DRIPPING FROM IT'S TEETH. STROBES LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AS 'THE LONE WOLF' JOEY LUPINO STRUTS OUT ONTO THE STAGE. HE RUSHES FROM ONE SIDE OF THE STAGE TO THE OTHER HYPING UP THE FANS. LUPINO FLASH THE CROWD THE MILLION DOLLAR SMILE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 235 pounds…'The Lone Wolf' Joey Lupino!!! SC: Joey Lupino has all been about 2006 being his year to prove something and he didnt get a great start with that controversial elimination from the KOTDM Tournament. Could their be a situation between him and Doc on the horizon? SJ: If there is tell me before hand...I need something to put me to sleep. FINISH...Sebastian Cross is all over Lupino from the beginning like a man possessed. He takes him down with a variety of moves and makes great use of the weapons around him. Once more Lupino seems out of sorts as Seb easily rolls him up for the three. After the match as he holds the title a loft, McDonald walks out and makes signs he wants a piece of Seb and not just Lupino. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Sebastian Cross Match Time: 9m11s Match Rating: 2 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS.) SC: What an evening so far, and what a defence by this up and comer Seb Cross prior to the break. SJ: Gah! He sucks...come on...Axis are up next! Doc Holliday/Jason Leary/Mike Mitchell vs Rhys Pect/JC McDonald/Shane Anderson JH: This match is a six man tagscheduled for one fall... *'PLAGUE' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ANDERSON, PECT AND MCDONALD WALK OUT TO THEIR AXIS MUSIC AND T.A.T. VIDEO.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...Rhys Pect...Shane Anderson...and one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions JC McDonald...they are Axis!!! SC: Will you sit down! SJ: Can I not applaud these three men? These three giants of the squared circle. Three men who all should have qualified for the KOTDM tournament last week. I tell you Scoop, you watch how well these guys work as a team tonight... JH: And their opponents... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. ALL THREE MEN MAKE THEIR WAY OUT TOWARDS MITCHELL'S MUSIC POINTING AT THE AXIS MEN IN THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...the team of...Doc Holliday...Jason Leary...and the Undisuted World Heavyweight Champion...Mike Mitchell!!! SC: Look at Mitchell he wants Pect he damn well wants him Snoop. SJ: And Pect wants that match stealing son of a bitch as well! FINISH...One of the best six man tag matches in sometime. Everyone looks on hot form as they battle back and forth. However the star of the show is Mike Mitchell despite the efforts of Axis he keeps his team a float and eventually nails Shane Anderson with the "Flawless Circa 91'" and gets the pin to a huge ovation. Pect grabs the World title from a steward and tries to hit Mike with it after the bell, but Leary and Doc make a great save and Axis retreat licking their wounds. Winners, via pinfall: Mitchell, Holliday & Leary Match Time: 19m22s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE) (WE SEE THE INSANE ASYLUM STANDING BACKSTAGE LOOKING PISSED OFF. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE WAITING FOR SOMEONE. WE SEE JOEY LUPINO WALKING INTO SHOT AND RIGHT AWAY THE ASYLUM WALK UP TO HIM. THE CAMERA GETS IN CLOSER AS THE THREE MEN HAVE A TENSE STAND OFF. LUPINO LOOKS AT BOTH MEN AND THEN HOLDS HIS HANDS UP IN A PEACE GESTURE.) JL: Alright guys what's up? Someone steal your make up bag from you locker again? (THE ASYLUM BOTH LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND THEN CREEPER MAKES A LUNGE FOR LUPINO. HE STEPS BACK AS APOC GET IN BETWEEN BOTH MEN. LUPINO LOOKS OFFENDED.) JL: Jesus what the fuck, you guys can't take a joke anymore? C: I'll give you a joke Lupino, you teaming with Holliday, what the hell, you're supposed to have our back. JL: Hey, chill the fuck out alright. I'm only teaming with Holliday to prove a point to that dumb shit kicker. I've still got your back. C: Yeah well maybe if you'd had our back instead of making points, we'd have won the Tag Titles at Ice Storm. JL: Oh so what now I'm you're mother, got to stop the bad boys from beating you up? (CREEPER AND LUPINO ARE CHEST TO CHEST AS APOC PUSHES THEM APART AGAIN.) APOC: All right, all right, just know Joey, we'll be watching with interest. JL: Yeah whatever Apoc, just get that fucker out of here before I have to put him over my knee like his mother should have done years ago. (LUPINO WALKS AWAY LOOKING PISSED OFF AS APOC SHOVES CREEPER AWAY FROM THE SCENE.) (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE AND WE CAN SEE MIKE MITCHELL WALKING DOWN THE HALLS. MIKE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS HIS LOCKER ROOM, AND FINDS THAT THE DOOR HAS BEEN LEFT SLIGHTLY AJAR. CAUTIOUSLY, MIKE APPROACHES THE DOOR AND SLOWLY OPENS IT ALL THE WAY. MIKE ENTERS THE ROOM, EXPECTING TO FIND A FIGHT, BUT INSTEAD THE ROOM STAYS SILENT. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS AROUND AND INTO THE ROOM BEHIND MIKE TO REVEAL THAT MIKE'S LOCKER ROOM HAS BEEN BADLY TRASHED, AND ALL HIS GEAR HAS BEEN DAMAGED. THE CAMERA PANS AROUND TO THE SIDE AND WE SEE THE FURY IN THE EYES OF THE WORLD CHAMPION. JUST BESIDE MIKE'S FACE, THERE IS A HUGE 'A' SCRAWLED ON THE BACK WALL, AND MIKE - ALMOST SENSING WHAT THE CAMERA IS FOCUSING ON - GIVES A SIDEWAYS GLANCE AT THE WALL BEFORE TURNING AROUND TO FACE IT. IN HUGE RED LETTERS, WE CAN NOW SEE THAT THE WORD 'AXIS' HAS BEEN PAINTED ON THE WALL, LEAVING NO DON'T WHATSOEVER AS TO WHO IS RESPONSIBLE. MIKE LOOKS TO BE MOMENTS AWAY FROM SNAPPING VIOLENTLY, AND IMMEDIATELY TURNS AWAY FROM THE WALL AND BEGINS TO SEARCH DESPERATELY THROUGH THE REMAINS OF HIS GEAR.) MM: Where is it? The son of a bitch would only come here for one reason... now where is it? (MIKE RUMMAGES THROUGH HIS GEAR, BECOMING INCREASINGLY MORE ENRAGED AS HE SEARCHES FOR SOMETHING HE CAN'T SEEM TO FIND. HE TURNS THE LOCKER ROOM UPSIDE DOWN, SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS 'WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!' AS HE GOES. FINALLY, AFTER A THOROUGH SEARCH HAS TURNED UP NOTHING, A FURIOUS MIKE BEGINS TO GET HIS BREATHING UNDER CONTROL. THE CAMERA PANS IN ON HIM AS HE SPEAKS.) MM: I'll find you... don't you worry aboot that my little friend. You're going to pay dearly for taking the Champ's title you gutless little bastard. And when I do find you, you'll understand why I... am... the Greatest. (MIKE IS FURIOUS AS HE PUSHES PAST THE CAMERA CREW AND LEAVES THE LOCKER ROOM. THE SCENE CUTS.) (ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE) SC: Somebody has stolen the World title! SJ: Probably the real world champion has the real world title. SC: Do you know something? SJ: I know you suck! TITLE - Intercontinental Fallen Angel (c) vs Torch JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... (BIG CROWD POP.) *FALL FROM GRACE - NO SECRET'S PLAYS* (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 the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Fallen Angel!!! SC: Angel looking around as he holds that title in the air. No doubt he knows this masked assassin has got it in for him tonight. SJ: Ohhhh I love this masked assassin he is really screwing with the mind of this idiot. JH: And his opponent... *'BEAUTIFUL DISASTER' - 311 PLAYS* (EQUALLY 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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean 'Torch' Smythe!!! SC: Torch has made it very clear he wants nothing to do with this assassin. And I tell you...with all the young guns in the T.F.W.F., nobody does it better than these two veterans what a series they have had! SJ: Ha! Axis have got their numbers respectively and for your infortmation Torch better hope he gets some more help tonight because he just can't cut it alone anymore! FINISH...A tremendous match back and forth. Torch has a lot of the early advanatage feeding of last weeks win, however with the title on the line, Angel starts one of those tremendous comebacks. Towards the end, the referee takes an unfortunate bump. Torch is about to score the 'Backdraft', but Angel escapes and slaps on the 'Blackout', Torch taps as the ref comes around for Angel to retain. As he celebrates the mystery man from last week hits the ring and nails Angel with his baseball bat left at ringside one more time. He then connects with a spiral bomb onto the canvass. Standing over Angel the masked man lifts Angel's IC belt above his head before spitting on him and walking off. Winner, via submission and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Fallen Angel Match Time: 18m37s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (END SHOW.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…Shane Anderson!!!