DATE : Mon 30th January 2006 Monday Mayhem - from Boston, USA - The Boston Garden
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS FROM LAST WEEK ARE SHOWN WHERE FALLEN ANGEL WAS ONCE MORE ATTACKED AND MIKE MITCHELL HAD THE WORLD TITLE STOLEN FROM HIS LOCKER ROOM.] *'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 Mayhem, back in the USA and one Mayhem away...tonights one...from Night of the Revolution 6. And boy do we have a show for you... *'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS* (THE CROWD BOO THE GARDEN DOWN. DRESSED IN AN OPEN COLLAR AND WEARING TROUSERS. RHYS PECT APPEARS ON THE STAGE WITH A SICKENING SMILE. HE HAS SOMETHING BEHIND HIS BACK AND AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT REVEALS IT TO BE THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WHICH SENDS CHAOS AROUND THE ARENA. PECT WALKS TO THE RING AND GRABS A MICROPHONE.) SC: So there is he, one of the biggest pieces of scum in the wrestling world at this time. SJ: Big piece of scum...are you crazy that man is the REAL World Champion. SC: And when did he win this title? SJ: Well, he was certainly never pinned at Ice Storm 2005, so one can only assume he is the Champion, but I will allow him to tell you this himself. SC: (sarcastic) Can't wait... (PECT ALLOWS THE HEAT TO DIE DOWN BEFORE SPEAKING.) RP: You people of Boston...you idiots of the USA...take a look at yuour Real World's Campion! (TYHE CROWD BOO THE ARENA DEAFENING AGAIN. PECT STANDS SMUGLY, A CHANT OF "FLAWLESS" GOES THROUGH THE ARENA ASKING FOR MIKE MITCHELL TO MAKE HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) RP: You can chant that paper Champion all you want...but when he comes down here, all you got to do is ask his ass where the Championship is...because in case the losing streaks of the Sox, Celtiocs and anything else with Boston in the title isnt good enough for you to see a winner...I am standing here!!! (MORE HEAT.) RP: So here it is...the last Mayhem before Night of the Revolution 6, where I prove once and for all who the real winner in the Flawless... *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.) SC: OH YES. OH YES INDEED WE GOT SOMEONE WHO IS GOING TO SHUT THIS IDIOT UP! THE GARDEN IS GOING MAD CAUSE FALLEN ANGEL IS HERE!!!!! SJ: Has he got a license to park that bike here? FA: Rhys Pect...instead of worrying about your title match at NOR6, maybe you should be wondering how the hell you plan to walk to the ring after I am finished with you tonight! (MASSIVE CROWD POP. PECT LOOKS PISSED OFF.) FA: Now, instead of wasting valuable airtime with Rhys Pect the story about how Mike Mitchell is going to kick your ass at NOR6... (BIG POP.) FA: I think it's about time we found out who I am going to be facing at Night of the Revolution 6...because I am issueing a challenge to that son of a bitch who has been running into my matches the last 2 weeks. You want a piece of the Fallen One...then NOR 6 is the place to get it! (ANOTHER BIG POP.) RP: Hold on a minute...you are going to fight some mystery man at the PPV, who has already kicked your ass twice in two weeks. Now I have heard everything...ha ha ha! (ANGEL EXTENDS HIS HAND AND GRABS PECT BY THE THROAT. THE CROWD CHEERS.) FA: Maybe, you know more about it than I give you credit for... RP: (choking) I don't know anything...all I know is if he is part of the T.F.W.F., The Management would know about it. (ANGEL PONDERS THE STATEMENT AND RELEASED PECT.) FA: You will keep... (ANGEL THEN SMILES AND PECT LOOKS CURIOUS. THE CROWD SUDDENLY POPS LIKE CRAZY AS MIKE MITCHELL COMES STORMING THROUGH THE CROWD AND GOES FOR PECT. PECT SEEING THIS AT THE LAST MINUTE THROWS ANGEL IN THE WAY AND GRABS THE WORLD TITLE. HE RUNS UP THE RAMP AS MITCHELL POINTS AT HIM STANDING IN THE RING WITH ANGEL.) (HIGHLIGHT VIDEO VOICED BY SCOOP ANNOUNCES THE UPDATED NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 6 CARD.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Did you see Pect run then when he saw Mike coming through the crowd...he is a coward and Mitchell is going to make him pay at NOR 6 and get that title back around the Champions waist. SJ: Bah! He didnt run, he knows he has a match later tonight and he was jogging in preparation for his warm up. He had finished his promo and was sick and tired of being in the ring with Angel, why can't you see these things for what they are? SC: Let's go to Jaycee... Shane Anderson vs Jason Leary (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'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…Shane Anderson!!! SC: Former Intercontinental Champion and a man who has to be up there when they are talking about the 06' King of the Deathmatches. SJ: It will be an Axis member, I gurantee. JH: And his opponent... *'HEARTBREAKER' - LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS* (BIG 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: The wild card Jason Leary, we saw the gutsy display he put forward against Blake True a few weeks back, I can't believe he won't be doing it again. SJ: The man should not even be in the tournament, awful call by our so called independant judge Tremere. FINISH...Jason Leary wrestles like a man possessed for the match, flying all over the ring and getting the crowd extremely excited. Anderson seems out of it for most the match, but does mount a little offense before the end. Just as he is about to try and slap on 'The Confession', Leary wriggles out and slips out of the ring, he pulls Shane's neck over the top rope causing a guillotine effect and then hits a sunset flip scoring a three count and having Boston pop like mad! Winner, via pinfall: Jason Leary Match Time: 10m45s Match Rating: 2 Stars SC: What a victory for the wild card kid Jason Leary here tonight...wait a minute...who's this? SJ: It's Sebastian Cross, what the hell is he doing here? SC: Ha! He is pointing at Shane Anderson and signalling the Axis man is going down in the KOTDM tournament we can only assume. I love it! Shane is livid! SJ: Son of a bitch... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE MANAGEMENT'S OFFICE. HE HAS SOME SECURITY STANDING AT THE DOOR. THE IMMEDIATE SITE OF THE MANAGEMENT SENDS THE CROWD INTO BOOS.) MG: Lock, the door, make sure the son of a... (THE DOOR FLIES OPEN AND FALLEN ANGEL STEPS THROUGH. ONE OF THE SECURITY GUARDS TRIES TO GRAB HIM, BUT ANGEL THROWS HIM INTO THE WALL. THE MANAGEMENT TRIES TO ESCAPE, BUT ANGEL GRABS HIM BY THE NECK AND LIFTS HIM AGAINST THE WALL.) FA: Answers...NOW!!! (THE MANAGEMENT TRIES TO RESIST, THE GRIP BECOMES VISIBLY TIGHTER.) FA: I know its you and you want me at Night of the Revolution 6...you got me. MG: (choking) It's not me... (ANGEL RELEASES HIS GRIP AS THE MANAGEMENT CATCHES HIS BREATH.) FA: So who is it... MG: I don't know...all his or her dealings have been done through an agent. T.F.W.F. contract signed through an agent which they are presenting to me at Night of the Revolution 6. FA: And you signed him with no idea who it could be? MG: When he said he wanted to kick your ass...that was good enough for me! (ANGEL SNARLS. HE PICKS UP THE PITCHER OF WATER ON THE MANAGEMENT'S DESK AND FIENES THE MOVEMENT OF HITTING HIM WITH IT. INSTEAD HE TIPS THE CONTENTS ON HIS HEAD.) FA: Still all wet you old son of a bitch! (ANGEL WALKS OUT LEAVING THE MANAGEMENT IN A STATE OF DISTRESS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: That's affirmitve action there for you... SJ: That's a disgrace an absolute disgrace and I tell you now, he should not be allowed to get away with it. SC: I have to admit, I had my suscpicions it was The Management, but now it could be anyone. Let's go to Jaycee. Sebastian Cross /Sandy Makel vs Aaron Roberts/Jost McClain (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a tag team encounter scheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'PLAGUE' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS AND MCCLAIN WALK OUT TO THEIR AXIS MUSIC AND T.A.T. VIDEO.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total cobined weight of 478 pounds...one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jost McClain...and the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Aaron Roberts...Axis!!! SC: Will you sit down! SJ: Look at all that bling Scoop!!! WORD! JH: And their opponents... *'REV 22:20' - PUSCIFER PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. SELINA WALKS OUT AND THEN SIGNALS EITHER SIDE OF HER AS CROSS AND MAKEL FOLLOW SUIT.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by Selina...at a total combined weight of 453 pounds...the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Sandy Makel...and the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Two men going in two different directions, and two men whom many consider the top two contenders for Rookie of the Year already. SJ: Look at Selina making eyes for Roberts... FINISH...Match of the night contender as the two teams battle back and forth like men possessed. Hot tags from both teams all around, as Makel is desperate to get his hands on Roberts, however Roberts does not seem as keen constantly tagging out when Sandy is in the ring. Towards the end of the match, Roberts slides after Selina, Sandy who is in the ring tries to intervene, but Seb who is also in the ring almost superkicks Selina sliding in. Seb is pissed as he then throws Roberts over the top rope as Sandy scores a x factor on McClain from nowhere. Admist the chaos Sebastian Cross mounts the top rope and scores a frog splash to get the three. After the match Sandy and Selina celebrate, but Cross does not look too pleased with either of them as Roberts pulls a young McClain up the aisle. Winners, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross & Sandy Makel Match Time: 18m29s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE GORILLA POSITION WHERE SANDY MAKEL WHO IS SPEAKING WITH SELINA. WHEN SEBASTIAN CROSS WALKS IN.) SC: You know Sandy, you got to keep this whole thing in check... SM: You don't think I am trying! Aaron Roberts is going to pay through the damn nose at Night of the Revolution 6. SC: What you need to do is make sure she isn't a factor. S: Hey! I am in the damn room! SC: Yeah, and if your not careful you are going to cost him the damn match at NO6, just like you did at IS05, face it baby, your not a help to The Dice, your just like a black cat walking in front of his path. SM: And what the hell do you know Cross? SC: (smugly) I know I am in the King of the Deathmatches tournament this year, I know when I win it I am going to propell my career and I know I will be the 2006 Rookie of the Year...and I know (he looks at Selina) the reason you won't be! (CROSS WALKS OFF AS MAKEL IS VERY PISSED.) (ACTION CHANGES TO THE LOCKER ROOM OF TREMERE THE SPECIAL EVENTS MAN FOR THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT. THERE IS A KNOCK AT HIS HIS DOOR.) T: Come in... (THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN AND ANDERSON, MCCLAIN, MCDONALD AND TRUE ENTER. THE CROWD BOO THE ARENA DOWN. TREMERE GOES TO GET UP, BUT IS FLOORED BY A MCDONALD CLOTHESLINE. ANDERSON THEN PUTS HIM IN A HEADLOCK.) SA: So you can tell some fruit cake like Heart he has a match with JC, huh, but you have been ignoring the calls of Axis... (ANDERSON TIGHTENS THE HOLD AS MCCLAIN TRASHES THE OFFICE. IN QUITE COMEDIC FASHION, TRUE'S TRASHING COMPRISES OF TURNING HIS NOSE UP AT STUFF HE HATES AND CAMPLY KNOCKING IT ON THE FLOOR.) SA: Rule one...no member of Axis will face on another in the first round! And rule two...we are picking the matches we want to particpate in. T: Bull shit! (ANDERSON LOOKS TO MCDONALD WHO KICKS TREMERE IN THE GUT.) SA: Round one...I got Cross in my type of match. A match where he can't get to the air. Chairs inside the confinds of a lion's den where only a submission can get you through...NOW SIGN! (TREMERE IS FORCED INTO SIGNING.) SA: The J Man, the real LHW Champ gets that wild card right here and now Leary. That jumped up English piece of trash is going down in the Saviours choice of match...a barbwire ladder match! (ANOTHER FORCED SIGNING.) SA: You might think you know JC and Terry's match, but you don't...oh no...JC has requested something that old fart has never done before. A flaming tables match! (ANOTHER FORCED SIGNING.) SA: And Blake...Blake only wants one type of match...a match which will rile him up and send him screaming into a fit of rage...a retail store match...in GAP! (CROWD LAUGH AS BLAKE SEEMS ENRAGED AT HEARING THE NAME GAP.) SA: So thats your tournament old man...and if you got a moral dilema with what you done...remember...the world alway turns on our command!!! (AXIS LEAVE CONTRACTS SIGNED AND TREMERE IN A HEAP ON THE FLOOR.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Damn it...damn it to hell, Axis once more throwing their weight around. SJ: Thank God...give Tremere a bit of admin to do by assigning the matches and look what happens. SC: The whole point for this year is it was suppose to be a random draw on the night! SJ: Bah! Axis doesn't do random! Apocalypse vs Joey Lupino (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'IN THE END' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (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 WALKS OUT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from parts unknown...weighing 255 pounds...Apocalypse!!! SC: Apoc here, now last week it was Creeper who wasnt happy with Joey Lupino. You got to wonder how Apoc knowing The Asylum face Lupino and Doc at the PPV is feeling. SJ: He can't comprhend thought... JH: And his opponent... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG 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…'The Lone Wolf' Joey Lupino!!! SC: The women love him! SJ: Bah! Ugly Boston women, what do they know! FINISH...Apoc is completely destoyed by a rejuvenated Joey Lupino. Lupino even does a little bit of show boating during the match as he quickly sets up Apoc and scores 'The Hit' getting the one, two three. Winner, via pinfall: Joey Lupino Match Time: 4m41s Match Rating: 2 Stars SC: Joey with a...wait a minute here comes Creeper...look at that. He is holding up the hand of Joey L, what good sportsman...H2H! H2H! From nowhere the Asylum have mugged Joey Lupino. SJ: Ohhh this just got interesting! (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: We are back folks after witnessing earlier the whole Doc and Lupino vs Asylum match get very physical when The Asylum delivered the H2H to Lupino. SJ: I am bored of that fued! Blake True vs Torch (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'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…Blake True!!! SC: One of the most controversial men in wrestling, and I hear through the grape vine that he controversially was eliminated from the RKIII independant tournament. SJ: Politics everywhere Scoop. Fast counting damn independant referees! JH: And his opponent... *'BEAUTIFUL DISASTER' - 311 PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…he is the 2005 King of the Deathmatches...Sean 'Torch' Smythe!!! SC: Can the champ repeat, we found out earlier his first round opponent will be the man he is in the ring with now...psychological edge pending for one man. SJ: You mean Blake... FINISH...Back and forth the two men battle to a solid opening with Blake trying to walk away from the ring and Torch pulling him back in and giving him a beating. Torch looks ready to hit the '3rd degree burn', when all of a sudden, Shane Anderson jumps the barrier, he jumps onto the apron and the referee is distracted as Jost McClain slides in the other side. He hits the referee with a 'Baptism' to the back of the head. The ref is out as Shane Anderson slaps Torch in 'The Confession' with McClain kicking him in the head. They revive the referee and Blake hits a top rope leg drop and makes a dramatic cover to pick up the win. Winner, via pinfall: Blake True Match Time: 14m31s Match Rating: 3 Stars SC: Axis do another number on Torch and he is going to be livid. SJ: Blake and Neville rule!!! (SCENARIO SHOWS THE FINAL ANNOUNCED IN FULL NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 6 CARD ANNOUNCED.) SC: There it is folks...just one mystery remains...who this man is whom is going to face Fallen Angel.... SJ: Whoever it is, I hope kicks his ass! NON TITLE - Fallen Angel vs Rhys Pect (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a non title affair scheduled for one fall... (CROWD POP.) *'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS* (BIGGEST HEAT OF THE NIGHT SO FAR. 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…Rhys Pect!!! SC: Well he has still got that damn title belt, what a son of a bitch! SJ: Duh...he is the real World Champion! Did you not hear Jaycee this is a non title match. SC: He meant for the Intercontinental title!!! JH: And his opponent... *FALL FROM GRACE - NO SECRET'S PLAYS* (EARTH SHATTERING 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: Beating down The Management didn't give him an answer and he has got to be wondering whether his answer is waiting in the ring for this match. SJ: I am more excited about Rhys kicking his ass! FINISH...A tremendous match as the Intercontinental Champion meets the number one contender for the World title. Angel starts the agressive one all over Pect, but as the match slows down Pect takes control. Angel begins his comeback. When all of a sudden the masked man emerges through the crowd again and clobbers Rhys Pect! The ref immediately calls for the bell and DQ's Angel. Angel is pissed and stands there confronting the masked man. Winner, via DQ: Rhys Pect Match Time: 17m19s Match Rating: 4 Stars SC: So who the hell is this guy? Wait Snoop he is pointing to the back...pointing to the music intro man. Do you know where the fuck you are.... SC: NO! IT CAN'T BE! SJ: OH MY GOD!!!!! Your in the jungle baby...wake up time to DDDIIIIIEEEEE!!!! A look of shock comes over Fallen Angel's face as the masked man removes his mask to reveal Tiger Young. If the place wasn't going ballastic already it is now as Young stands nose to nose with a shocked Angel. Angel throws a right hand, but Young blocks it. He kicks Angel in the gut and slaps him into 'Sabre Tooth' position the crowd go wild as he connects with the devastating finisher. Young stands over the body of Fallen Angel as all of a sudden the music changes. *'NEVER SCARED' - BONECRUSHER PLAYS* (THE CROWD HEAVILY BOO. THE MANAGEMENT WALKS OUT CLAPPING AND SMILING AS HE WALKS TO THE RING.) SC: Don't tell me, he is in league with him. SJ: What a move by The Management! The Management gets in the ring. MG: 2000 might be remembered as the year when Fallen Angel...among notable others signed with the T.F.W.F.. But it was the year where Tiger Young first shot onto the World stage as he lead The Pack and formed an alliance with My Firm...it was a... Before The Management can finish, Young spins him around and scores his second 'Sabre Tooth' of the night to another huge crowd roar. He grabs the microphone and looks down to his fallen opponents. TY: THERE IS...NO FUN...OR GAMES!!!!!!! The crowd errupt once more as *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE'* plays out the show. (END SHOW.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…Shane Anderson!!!