DATE : Mon 24th April 2006 Monday Mayhem - from Lexington, USA - Rupp Arena
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS FROM HIGHLIGHT NIGHT 2006 ARE SHOWN WITH THE FOCUS BEING ON THE RETURN OF THE DAMNED YANKEE AND RHYS PECT WINNING THE WORLD TITLE.] *'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: Welcome one and all to Monday Mayhem and what a Mayhem we are going to see tonight. The return of the Damned Yankee…two title matches to boot and… SJ: Stop the presses because the biggest moment is up next! Ladies and gentlemen of the world….your Champion!!! (SNOOP STANDS UP AS BEGINS TO CLAP.) *'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS* (THE CROWD BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AND ONCE THE BRASS FINALLY KICKS IN TO HIS THEME MUSIC, RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE CURTAIN WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE DRAPED PROUDLY OVER HIS SHOULDER. HE IS WEARING AN OPEN COLLAR SHIRT ALONG WITH SOME DESIGNER JEANS NOT TO MENTION OF COURSE TWO STICKY BANDAGES PLACE ON HIS FOREHEAD FROM SCARS AND WOUNDS AT THE HANDS OF THE HELL'S PRISON MATCH. PECT MOUTHS OF TO A FEW FANS BEFORE SLOWLY MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP AND INTO THE RING. PECT SCALES A SET OF TURNBUCKLES AND HOLDS THE WORLD TITLE HIGH AS THE HEAT FROM THE CROWD REACHES BOILING POINT. AS HE HOPS OF THE TURNBUCKLES HE IS THEN GIVEN A MIC.) RP: Take a good look at this face! Take a good look into my eyes! Because you are looking at the new T.F.W.F. World Heavyweight Champion! I took the Hell's Prison match and I went against the odds… I literally went through five other men to get to where I am. I bled in bucket loads to be where I am today… all the critics and so called 'smart marks' ruled me out of having the slightest chance. Yet no-one could keep me down… no-one could take me out… and I survived all kinds of punishment for over an hour! Do you know why? It's because I'm… *'WICKER MAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (PECT LOOKS UP AT THE RAMPWAY LOOKING ANNOYED AT BEING INTERRUPTED AS THE CROWD ERUPT WITH LOUD CHEERING. MIKE THEN WALKS OUT FROM BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND SLOWLY STARTS TO WALK DOWN THE RAMPWAY WITH A MIC IN HAND.) MM: Sorry to interrupt on your little parade here, 'buddy'. But I think you need to step back on this little ego trip your having here and actually take a look at the big picture. I mean don't get me wrong, your win was one hell of a feat… yet you fail to mention that you never actually pinned me one on one! If it wasn't for that no-good bastard, Blake True… your sorry ass would have been eliminated by yours truly. And in fact, you could even get the job done in pinning me… as you seemed to need his help in doing that too! (AS MIKE HAS SAID THIS HE HAS MADE IT TO THE APRON BY NOW. MIKE STEPS BETWEEN THE ROPES AND GOES NOSE TO NOSE WITH RHYS PECT.) MM: So the way I see it is… with me being the former champion and all. And ESPECIALLY after the way I was outnumbered at Highlight Night… I'm sure I've got this little thing in my contract called a REMATCH CLAUSE!!! (THE CROWD POP AT THE IDEA OF MIKE MITCHELL GETTING ANOTHER SHOT BACK AT THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE. PECT LOOKS BACK AT MIKE WITH A STERN LOOK, WHEN SUDDENLY IT TURNS TO AN EAR TO EAR GRIN. MIKE LOWERS THE MIC AND STARTS TO MOUTH OFF AT PECT WHO NOW BEGINS TO LAUGH. PECT BACKS OFF AS MIKE LOOKS TO BE SOMEWHAT CONFUSED. AFTER A MOMENT OF MORE CHUCKLING, PECT RAISES THE MIC BACK UP TO HIS LIPS.) RP: Well done, Mike. You can read! (PECT SARCASTICALLY CLAPS.) RP: But you're right on one thing, Mike. There are more people to thank for my victory over you in the Hell's Prison. I mean without their help, sure I could have gotten the job done… but it would have been a much more long, drawn out road… MM: Quit Blake's ass and get to the point!!! RP: Blake? Who said anything about Blake? (ALL OF A SUDDEN A FAMILIAR LOOKING FEMALE WITH SHORT BROWN HAIR DRESSED IN BLACK DENIM JUMPS THE GUARDRAIL AND SLIDES INTO THE RING BEHIND AN UNSUSPECTING MIKE MITCHELL. SHE LOW BLOWS HIM AS MIKE STUMBLES FORWARD RIGHT INTO A KICK TO THE MID-SECTION FOLLOWED BY A 'PERFECTED AND RESPECTED'. MIKE IS LAID OUT ON THE MAT AS PECT RAISES THE MIC BACK TO HIS LIPS AND GETS RIGHT IN MIKE'S FACE.) RP: I would like to thank my NEW girlfriend for bringing the false hope back into the now former champion! I would like to thank ALEXANDRA MITCHELL!!! You thought things couldn't get more personal, Mike?!?! Think again… because since NOR6, your baby sister has literally been feeling pro-active inside! (PECT DROPS THE MICROPHONE AND SCOOPS UP HIS WORLD TITLE AS HE THEN SITS ON THE SECOND ROPE TO HELP ALEXANDRA MAKE HER WAY OUT OF THE RING. THE CROWD ARE FEEDING OFF SOME DEAFENING HEEL HEAT AS THE NEWLY DISCOVERED COUPLE MAKE THEIR WAY UP THE RAMPWAY. PECT RAISES HIS LEFT HAND THAT HOLDS THE WORLD TITLE BEFORE YANKING BACK ON THE HAIR OF ALEXANDRA. MIKE IS NOW SLOWLY COMING TO HIS SENSES AS HE PULLS HIMSELF UP ON THE ROPES TO SEE PECT AND ALEXANDRA SHARE A VERY GRAPHIC KISS. MIKE LOOKS ON IN COMPLETE DISGUST AND SCREAMS IN COMPLETE ANGER. PECT AND ALEXANDRA LAUGH AS THEY THEN MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE BACK.) (ACTION GOES TO A HYPE VIDEO SAYING "GIMME GIMMICKS...THE RETURN OF THE DAMNED YANKEE TONIGHT ON MAYHEM") (RINGSIDE.) SC: Unbelivable scenes to kick off our show here Snoop...Alexandra is having a lucid affair with Rhys Pect and this has to turn the entire Mitchell household upside down. SJ: Alexandra understands winners Scoop...Mike is a loser, she would never sleep with him. SC: They are related you idiot! SJ: Exaclty...Mitchell could never get a girl... SC: (sigh) Let's got to Jaycee... Jason Leary vs Nicky Nightmare *'FIVE MINUTES ALONE' - PANTERA PLAYS* (CROWD BOO. LARRY APPARENTLY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND INDICIATES THE ARRIVAL OF NICKY NIGHTMARE WHO WALKS OUT LOOKING INTENSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Larry...from Hollywood, California...weighing 260 pounds...Nicky Nightmare!!! SC: He claims to be the Hardcore Icon and we have certainly heard that phrase around a lot. SJ: But this guy looks stacked and with Larry in his corner he is going to give Leary a run for his money. SC: Snoop...Larry doesnt even exsist!!! SJ: Then whos that guy! SC: Thats you on the Totally Action Tron! JH: And his opponent... *'HEARTBREAKER' - LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS* (CROWD POP. AN ENGLAND FLAG WAVES ON THE T.A.T. AND A HOST OF BRITISH ACHIEVEMENTS ARE SHOWN. LEARY WALKS OUT HOLDING OUT HIS SHIRT WITH PRIDE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from London, England…weighing 222 pounds…Jason Leary!!! SC: Really solid start to 2006 for Jason, held the Light-Heavyweight title for a while and also faired well in the KOTDM Tournament on top of that. SJ: Shame when Nightmare rips him apart in a bit. FINISH...The match is quite a treat for the opening contest of the night. Leary starts hot which puts Nightmare on the back foot a little bit, but as the match continues, Nightmare finds his arsenal, Leary looks poised to make a dramatic comeback when all of a sudden Nightmare starts whispering in his corner, Leary looks bedfuddled as Nightmare removes a barbwire leadpipe from his damn trunks! He then slams it into Leary's head causing the referee to call for a DQ and Leary seeking medical attention. Winner, via DQ: Jason Leary Match Time: 9m29s Match Rating: 3 Stars (WE SEE SNIFF BACKSTAGE HOLDING A MICROPHONE ANXIOUSLY LOOKING AT THE ENTRANCE AT THE PARKING LOT. SOMEBODY TAPS HIM ON THE SHOULDER FROM BEHIND, AND HE TURNS AROUND. IN FRONT OF HIM STANDS TORCH, CIGARETTE IN MOUTH, SUNGLASSES COVERING HIS FACE, AND BRUISES EVERYWHERE) S: Oh Hell Torch. (SNIFF TURNS TO LOOK BACK AT THE PARKING LOT AS TORCH STANDS THERE. HE GOES IN FRONT OF SNIFF) S: Will you please get out of my way, I am waiting for someone (IN A SUDDEN MOVE TORCH GRABS SNIFF BY HIS NECK COLLAR AND SHOVES HIM AGAINST THE CONCRETE WALL BEHIND. TORCH GETS INCHES CLOSER TO THE FACE, SNIFF LOOKING SCARED) T: I am sick of this! I have noticed this these past few weeks, everyone here taking me for granted! Like I'm some kind of joke! (TORCH BLOWS SMOKE INTO SNIFFS FACE) T: I was once the worlds most feared man! I took care of the TKO Invasion, I took care of Peacemaker, I took care of the Management..and now there is no respect. (HE THROWS SNIFF TO THE GROUND AND LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA AND FLICKS THE CIGARETTE DIRECTLY INTO THE LENS, THE ASH AND AMBER EXPLODING EVERYWHERE) T: Well that is going to change! (TORCH WALKS AWAY AS SNIFF GRABS HIS THROAT) (ACTION CUTS TO MAHONEY MACMILLAN STOOD ALONGSIDE THE RETURNING STEVE CURTIS) MM: Steve, after months of uncertainty and confusion. Tonight you return to a TFWF Wrestling ring for the first time since your ill fated encounter with Jost McClain all those months ago. But what the people want to know, what have you been up to since we last saw you in action? SAS: Mahoney blud, I has been bigging up the Hollywood massive style to respect!! Pimping myself on the Big Screen for real yo. I is a movie star and now I is back to being Gangsta wrestler fighter safe. MM: Word is though Steve, that you came back as a result of your acting career failing miserably. Is there any truth to these rumours? SAS: Don't be a greebo. You knows I is more pimp and gold than you. Knows it 2006. MM: Pardon? SAS: Yo. MM: Excuse me? SAS: Blap blap selecta. MM: Right, anyway. Moving on, also following your exit were the rumours that the gayness disease had caught up with you and made your life hell. So now you are back, are you cured or are we set for strange goings on in the TFWF Locker room? SAS: You knows I is cured belief. Ayeeeeee. I is so straight I is a ruler! I is getting the layyyyyyyydeeeeeeeeez like no other blud on the mean streets of Enfield. Holla! MM: And what about long term idol, and friend of yours. Terry Heart. SAS: He…. He……. (STEVE BURSTS INTO TEARS AS MAHONEY TRIES TO COMFORT HIM. TELLING STEVE IT'S OK. STEVE KEEPS BLUBBERING AND EVENTUALLY THE UNCONTROLLABLE WAILS ARE MUTED.) SAS: He didn't make it. Tezza is no playa any more playa. Holla. MM: Oh. And on that note, it's back to Scoop and Snoop at ringside. TITLE - European Doc Holliday vs Aaron Roberts vs Joey Lupino (c) *'WE WILL RISE' - ARCH ENEMY* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CHEWING SOME GUM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING FLIPPING OFF A FEW FANS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England…weighing 264 pounds…Aaron Roberts!!! SC: Roberts is an absolute beast and I tell you, if he can grab the European title once more tonight he would make a tough Champion again. SJ: He is the man! JH: And his opponent... *'COWBOY' - KID ROCK PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. A SET OF PLAYING CARDS FANS ON THE T.A.T. AS GUN SHOT HOLES APPEAR ALL AROUND THEM. HOLLIDAY STROLLS UNDER THE STAGE WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH. HE SMILES, DROPS IT AND STUBS IT OUT WITH HIS BOOT BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Dallas, Texas…weighing 240 pounds…he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Bill 'The Doc' Holliday!!! SC: Doc of course loving the gold he won at the PPV. SJ: Damn disgrace!!!! JH: And his opponent... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP AND WOLF WHISTLES. 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…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...'The Lone Wolf' Joey Lupino!!! SC: Joey L., looking to make his first defence here tonight. I tell you he said he is bringing the prestige back to this belt and I think he can do it. SJ: Ha! When Roberts takes it back...thats prestige! FINISH...Fast paced match, Doc looks on form as he is buzzing still off his title win the other night, Roberts seems extremely off pace for the event, but its Lupino making all the headways with a tremendous performance. Lupino scores a great clothesline at the end of the match knocking Roberts flying out of the ring, he then follows up with 'The Hit' on Roberts to get the three. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Joey Lupino Match Time: 12m44s Match Rating: 2.5 Stars SC: Great defence by Joey Lupino, lets shoot backstage to Sebastian Cross standing with our own Mahoney McMillian. (WE ARE BACKSTAGE WITH MAHONEY MCCMILLIAN AND SEBASTIAN CROSS) MM: Ladies and Gentlemen I am here with Sebastian Cross, who tonight teams up with Shane Anderson against Safe as Steve Curtis and the man who beat him at Highlight Night, Donnovan Midas. (CROSS SHRUGS IT OFF WITH A COCKY SMIRK) MM: Cross, how do you think you are going to fare tonight seeing as last night, it was Donnovan Midas walking out the Hardcore Champion? (THE MIRK REMAINS AS CROSS ANSWERS) SC: Mac, I am the Hardcore Warrior, I am the Rookie of the Year, but I am not perfect. We all make mistakes, mine was underestimating Midas, well that has all changed and tonight I WILL BREAK HIM! Tonight MIDAS WILL BE FINISHED! (MAC NODS AS SHANE ANDERSON ENTERS THE SCENE AND SHAKES CROSS' HAND. ANDERSON WEARING AN AXIS SHIRT LOOKS AT MAC) SA: I was walking back there and heard this idiot asking these questions Seb. And all I can say what happened last night was a disgrace! You like every single Canadian like me who enters this ring was screwed! Well on Behalf of Axis, I just want you to know that swift and immeadiate action will be taken. (CROSS SMILES AS BOTH MEN LEAVE MAC ALONE) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE OPEN ON JC MCDONALD WARMING UP IN HIS LOCAL ROOM FOR HIS BIG INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH WITH TIGER YOUNG LATER TONIGHT. MCDONALD LOOKS FOCUSED AND READY FOR THE BIG MATCH WHEN SUDDENLY THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN AND BLAKE TRUE APPEARS AT THE DOOR WAY, HIS HAND ON HIS FOREHEAD IN DRAMATIC FASHION. MCDONALD TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS WORRIED.) JC: What is it Blake? What's wrong man? (TRUE SWOONS INTO THE ROOM AND LOOKS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH BEFORE SPEAKING.) BT: It's just terrible JC, the most terrible thing that could ever have happened. (MCDONALD DROPS THE WEIGHTS HE WAS USING AND MOVES TOWARDS BLAKE LOOKING CONCERNED.) JC: What is it Blake? BT: They…they…I can't believe this…they forgot to recharge my portable sunbed…what the hell am I going to do? I can't walk out in front of these Lexington pieces of garbage looking as pale as they do! (MCDONALD SIMPLY SHAKES HIS HEAD AND WALKS AWAY AS BLAKE CONTINUES TO WORRY ABOUT THE SUNBED. MCDONALD GOES BACK TO HIS WARM UP.) JC: I don't even know why you use those damn things Blake. They give you cancer if you ask me. BT: A small price to pay! A superstar like Blake True lives and dies by his looks, I mean come on, their isn't a wrestler alive to day that compare to me in looks and wrestling talent. Well a few minutes of alone time at my Blake True Shrine will settle my nerves. (MCDONALD SIMPLY SHRUGS AS TRUE WALKS PAST HIM AND OPENS THE DOOR TO THE ADJOINING LOCKER ROOM. HE STEPS IN THE ROOM AND THEN WE HEAR A HIGH PITCHED SCREAM! THE CAMERA AND MCDONALD RUSH INTO THE ROOM AND WE SEE BLAKE ON HIS KNEE'S, IN FRONT OF THE NOW WRECKED 'BLAKE TRUE SHRINE.' THE LIFE SIZE PORTRAIT OF BLAKE HAS BEEN RIPPED IN HALF. THE TABLE CONTAINING HIS LOW FAT, LOW CARB, LOW SUGAR, LOW SALT FOOD PRODUCTS HAS BEEN FLIPPED OVER AND THE FOOD STUFFS NOW COVER THE FLOOR AND WALLS. BLAKE'S MAKE UP KIT, HAIR DRYER AND OTHER BEAUTY PRODUCTS HAVE BEEN TOTALLY TRASHED. ON THE WALL IN BLACK SPRAY PAINT WE SEE A FAMILIAR PHRASE, "AND THERE AIN'T A DAMNED THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!" JC STANDS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH, EVEN THOUGH IT'S AN ATTACK ON AXIS, BLAKE HAS BEEN A PAIN IN THE ASS SINCE ARRIVING IN THE LOCKER ROOM. BLAKE SLOWLY STANDS UP WITH A LOOK OF TOTAL HATRED ON HIS FACE. HE TURNS TO JC WHO IS NOW LOOKING MORE COMPOSED.) BT: This…means…war…no one does this to me…especially not a drunken bum like The Yankee… (TRUE CHARGES OUT THE LOCKER ROOM WITH INTENT AS THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON THE YANKEE'S FAMOUS CATCHPHRASE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: And there is one for Team T.F.W.F., Yankee showing that arrogant piece of garbadge you cant mess with the T.F.W.F.. SJ: The Sun Bed of True Tan...how dare that son of a bitch! Steve Curtis /Donnovan Midas vs Shane Anderson/Sebastian Cross *'REV 22:20' - PUSCIFER PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Cross was told earlier that Axis have taken it apon themselves to take care of Midas tonight...what the hell is all this alliance about? SJ: Sebastian Cross is a hell of an athelete and justly deserves his place alongside Axis as a friend of the organisation. JH: And his partner... *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREEN DAY PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. SHANE ANDERSON WALKS OUT WITH A CANADIAN FLAG IN HAND. HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDES INTO THE RING AND RAISES HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Shane Anderson!!! SC: Anderson has those technical instincts that when he locks in you know there is going to be trouble. SJ: Aww Scoop, you know Shane is the greatest technician in the world, these guys make a hell of a team. JH: And their opponents... *'SWEET PUSSY' - 3 GREEBS AND A SAMPLER* (GREAT WELCOME BACK POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH A SPINNING BURBERRY CAP AND A LOAD OF CITY CHAV KIDS WALKING DOWN THE STREETS OF ENFIELD. STEVE CURTIS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND ADJUSTS HIS CAP, HE WALKS TO THE RING LIKE A WIDEBOY CHEWING SOME GUM.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Enfield, England…weighing 148 pounds…'Safe As' Steve Curtis!!! SC: THE BURBERRY BANDIT IS BACK!!!!! SJ: Oh for Christs sake..... JH: And his partner... *'BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS - GREEN DAY PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. 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…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Donnovan Midas!!! SC: Midas went all the way at the PPV to win this gold and now can proudly display it. SJ: He is a jackass! FINISH...The timing and skill of Anderson and Cross totally outshines their opponents as they effectively cut Midas off from his partner in the ring and work him over for the match. Then all of a sudden from the middle of nowhere the Damned Yankee pops the crowd levels about 100 octives as he comes storming out and lands a barbwire bat shot to the head of Shane Anderson amongst some confusion. The referee unaware of what Yankee has done attempts to get him away from ringside, a witty Cross then grabs the chair and scores a shot to the head of Midas and rolls him up for the eventual three count. After the match, Anderson gets in the ring and slaps the 'Confession' on Midas until the young man appears to pass out. He then signals to the back and a referee comes storming out! He presents the dead carcass of Midas to Cross who pins him for the three! Winners, via pinfall: Shane Anderson & Sebastian Cross Match Time: 13m12s Match Rating: 3 Stars Winner, via 24/7 rule and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Sebastian Cross (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Scenes just before the break of Shane Anderson making Midas pass out and then allowing former Hardcore Champion Sebastian Cross the opportunity to regain the title. SJ: Got to love Shane!!! TITLE - Intercontinental Tiger Young (c) vs JC McDonald *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING ANY CONTACT WITH FANS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! SC: This could be his night...he is probably one of the most put together young stars in wrestling. SJ: No...this will be his night! 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 hisd way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Tiger Young!!! SC: You can see the intensity on his face and you know he is going to take McDonald to the limit. SJ: And then JC is going to win the Gold! FINISH...Match of the night with the intensity the two men bring to the ring and near falls throughout. A testament to both mens conditioning and want for the gold. The finish comes about when Tiger scores a 'Sabre Tooth' only for the ref to be bumped, as he attempts to revive the referee, McDonald hits him with some brass knuckles in his knee...Young limps in agony and then McDonald hits a 'Perfecto' followed by foot on the ropes for good measure for the three. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: JC McDonald Match Time: 19m10s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars SC: Damn it to hell McDonald has cheated himself into becoming IC Champion! SJ: OH MY GOD WHAT A NIGHT! WHAT A DAMN NIGHT! AXXXXIIIISSSSSS!!!!! (SCENE GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE OPEN ON A SHOT OF THE CAR PARK OF THE ARENA IN LEXINGTON. A VEHICLE IS HEARD APPROACHING THE CAR PARK. THE CAMERA PANS TO THE RIGHT AND WE SEE FALLEN ANGEL ARRIVING ON HIS SUPER BIKE. HE CUTS THE ENGINE AND GETS OFF THE BIKE LOOKING AROUND HIM, LIKE HE IS BEING FOLLOWED. HE WALKS AWAY FROM THE BIKE AND LOOKS AROUND HIM. HE THEN RETURNS TO THE BIKE AND REMOVES HIS GYM BAG. HE WALKS TOWARDS THE ARENA AND THEN THE SOUND OF GLASS SHATTERING CUTS THROUGH THE QUIET NIGHT AIR. ANGEL STOPS AND LOOKS AROUND HIM. HE DROPS HIS BAGS AND LOOKS AROUND HIM. HE RUBS THE SIDE OF HIS FACE LOOKING SLIGHTLY WORRIED. HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AS IF BRINGING HIMSELF TO HIS SENSES. HE PICKS UP HIS BAGS AND HEADS INTO THE ARENA.) (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE MANAGEMENT'S OFFICE WHERE WE SEE MANAGEMENT TALKING WITH SHANE 'THE BISHOP' ANDERSON.) SA: DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED?!! DID YOU?!! THAT DASTARDLY, DISPICABLE DAMNED YANKEE PUT HIS FILTHY AMERICAN HANDS ON ME!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! M: Yes Shane, I saw what happened and believe me, this is something that... (BEFORE MANAGEMENT CAN FINISH HE'S SAYING, SHANE CONTINUES TO RANT ON IN OUTRAGE.) SA: NOT ONLY THAT, BUT WE'VE GOT BLAKE BACK IN OUR LOCKER ROOM CRYING OVER GOD KNOWS WHAT BECAUSE THAT S.O.B. TORE UP HIS PROPERTY!! HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO FOCUS A MAN IN HYSTERICS OVER A TORN SPEEDO?!! M: Yes Shane, I understand that you must be... (SHANE CUTS MANAGEMENT OFF ONCE AGAIN AS HE CONTINUES HIS FURIOUS TIRADE, HOLDING UP A RIPPED PICTURE OF A BARE-CHESTED BLAKE TRUE, THANKFULLY TORN OFF AT THE WAIST WHILE BLAKE'S FACE IS LEFT TORN IN HALF.) SA: YOU SEE THIS?!! THIS HAS DONE MORE DAMAGE TO BLAKE TRUE THAN LOSING TWO HELL'S PRISON MATCHES!! HE'S BEEN HUGGING A DVD OF 'BLAKE TRUE'S BIG TOP ADVENTURE' AND ROCKING BACK AND FORTH ON THE FLOOR FOR AN HOUR!!! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO ABOUT- M: ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!!! (SHANE IS CAUGHT BY SURPRISE AT MANAGEMENT'S OUTBURST AND FALLS SILENT FOR THE MOMENT. MANAGEMENT LOOKS AT HIM IN FRUSTRATION BEFORE HE CONTINUES.) M: This is exactly what I was afraid of. Yankee is already getting us riled up just when we're so close to victory. Now listen Shane, right now I can't get past the board of directors to have Yankee back out of TFWF, so you're going to have to rally the troops and put an end to this before it gets out of control. The Axis is going to have to get rid of Damned Yankee or he will drive you mad. Do you understand? (SHANE NODS HIS HEAD RELUCTANTLY FOR A MOMENT AS HE APPEARS TO BE THINKING OF A WAY TO HAVE YANKEE TAKEN OUT. HE RESTS HIS HANDS ON MANAGEMENT'S DESK AND CATCHES SITE OF THE TORN BLAKE TRUE PICTURE. A SICKLY SMILE CROSSES HIS LIPS AS HE SPEAKS.) SA: Alright Management, I believe I have just the man for the job. (SHANE ANDERSON SMIRKS WICKEDLY AS HE TURNS AND LEAVES THE ROOM. MANAGEMENT LOOKS DOWN AND PICKS UP THE RIPPED BLAKE PICTURE, LOOKING OUT THE DOORWAY AS A SMILE CREEPS ACROSS HIS FACE TOO.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well, we are about a few seconds away from the moment everyone has been waiting for... Fallen Angel/The Damned Yankee vs Blake True/Rhys Pect *'SIMPLY THE BEST' - TINA TURNER PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. 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…he is the 2006 King of the Deathmatches...Blake True!!! SC: I distinctly belive this man is the man The Management has in mind to dispose of the Damned One... SJ: And you could be right, because Mr. Gimmick is about to find out why this man was the 2006 King of the Deathmatches! *'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS* (MORE MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE BASS LINE OF THE SONG PLAYS THROUGH, WHISPERING THE WORDS "HIGHER" UNTIL FINALLY THE BRASS KICKS IN. A SHOWER OF LIGHT BLUE PYRO FILL THE ENTRANCE WAY AS PECT EMERGES FROM UNDERNEATH IT. HE THEN STRUTS DOWN TO THE RING WITH AN ARROGANT EAR TO EAR GRIN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Rhys Pect!!! SC: This son of a bitch after what he did to Mike tonight. SJ: Wake up call for Mr. Mitchell....YOU SUCK!!!!...Ha ha ha ha! *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…Fallen Angel!!! SC: Spooked earlier on...but here he is! SJ: Yeah cause when your a jackass your a marked man! *'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...The Damned Yankee!!! SC: Oh hear it folks! He is back and he is one angry son of a bitch! SJ: Come on Axis!!!! FINISH...The crowd are chanting for the Yankee and Angel team throughout as they are all over the Axis boys in the beginning. Axis seem unable to get a break as Pect takes a poudning followed by True taking a pounding. Just when it appears that Yankee is on for a 'Damned Slam', Axis break into the ring notable McDonald, Anderson and Roberts and start pounding on Angel at ringside. Angel fights them off hitting a double clothesline sending Roberts and Anderson flying and then proceeds to lay into the new Intercontinental Champion. SC: The odds are stacked against Yankee and Angel here...wait a minute here comes Torch! Here comes Torch!!! Torch comes burning down the ramp way...he then stops at ringside and begins to light a cig, Angel looks over at him and Torch low blows Angel and slams the light cig into the eye of Angel. SC: My God Torch has lost it! He has lost it! SJ: Another Ally for Axis! Wohoo! Torch handcuffs Angel to the ropes as the ref has lost all control of this one as he tries to deal with Axis at ringside. Yankee then clotheslines Pect over the top rope and starts to try and get the ref's attention when The Management walks out onto the stage smiling. M: Yankee...Yankee...Yankee...cant you see the odds are stacked against you...The Management...Axis...The Friends of Axis...nobody wants you around and the world has changed since you were last here. Your little rebellion doesnt seem to be working anymore...because the power lies with Axis and its Allies...take a look at what a little money can do for you! (THE MANAGEMENT SPINS AROUND AND THE T.A.T. COMES TO LIFE WITH WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN ADULT MOVIE. ON CLOSER INSPECTION IT APPEARS TO BE A REALLY BADLY MADE PORNO, BUT THEN THE SHOCKING REALISATION COMES TO LIFE AS THE WOMAN IN IT IS TRACY AND THE MAN IS NONE OTHER THAN BLAKE TRUE!) M: Ha ha ha....it was amazing what she would do for a few cents huh Blake...after all her divorce settlement didnt exactly earn her much from this loser! (YANKEE SEES RED AND GOES FOR TRUE, BUT TORCH IS THERE AND SLAMS A JACK INTO THE KNEE OF YANKEE WHO LOOKS CRIPPLED...THE REFEREE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO. TRUE THEN DROP KICKS YANKEE WHO GOES FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE. THE MANAGEMENT INSTRUCTS A BEWILDERED REFEREE TO MAKE THE COUNT AS MCDONALD AND ROBERTS LIFT BLAKE TRUE IN VICTORY ONTO THEIR SHOULDERS. ANDERSON AND THE ALLIES OF AXIS TORCH AND CROSS GET INTO THE RING AS WELL AS THE MANAGEMENT MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING. RHYS PECT STANDS THERE NEXT TO THE MANAGEMENT WHO HAS THE BIGGEST SMILE IN THE WORLD ON HIS FACE.) M: Business is business...and the business of the T.F.W.F. is Axis! Take a look world at the future because... ALL: THE WORLD TURNS ON OUR COMMAND!!! (SHOW ENDS WITH INCREDIBLE CROWD HEAT.) Winners, via countout: Blake True & Rhys Pect Match Time: 14m32s Match Rating: 4 Stars (END SHOW.)     JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…Shane Anderson!!!