Saturday 25th February 2006-
King of Death Match Tournament- Los Angles, California - The Coliseum
Rest of Card- New York, New York - Madison Square Garden
*'TOO MUCH TOO SOON' - RED TOP MATCHES PLAYS*
(THE SCREEN SPLITS IN TWO AS WE SEE THE COLLESSIUM IN LOS ANGELES AS WELL AS MADISON SQAURE GARDEN. AFTER IT SPINS AROUND DISPLAYING LOADS OF SIGNS, IT FINALLY SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE IN NEW YORK.)
SC: Parents put the children to bed…guys and girls grab yourself a beer…and anyone else I haven't mentioned settle down because we are live in Madison Square Garden where tonight one half of the PPV Night of the Revolution 6 is brought to you…sponsored by Aaron and Jake dot com…
SJ: Well, Aaron and Jake couldn't have predicted this, Red Top Matches have light up this crowd tonight, just like Rhys Pect is going to light up Mike Mitchell and prove once and for all who the real World Champion is.
SC: Unbelievable scenes a few weeks ago, these former Tag Team partners…probably one of the greatest teams in the history of the T.F.W.F., bitter jealousy on the part of Pect had lead to this monumental first ever one on one encounter with the World title on the line.
SJ: Scoop, we already know Pect is the better man, we already know he is the real World Champion, damn it, he has the belt…and tonight he is going to show Mike Mitchell and the rest of the doubters across the world…exactly who he is.
SC: Speaking of Axis members…4 of the 8 men across the USA are Axis members all competiting tonight in the King of the Deathmatches tournament…Mac…Tremere…you there?
(WE FLICK TO LA)
MM: Thanks guys and Tremere, what a series of matches our colleagues in New York have to look forward too…
T: They might have all the gold over in NY, but here tonight it's no pretty boy wrestling…careers will be ended as the 2006 King will ascend his thrown tonight.
MM: Speaking of which, the entire first round of the tournament, stipulation wise has not been decided by you…we saw Axis like a pack of wolves jump you and demand their opponents in their type of matches…
T: Axis took a very aggressive action from me, but what they didn't do is get me to book the stips for the semi final matches…ha ha ha…so if any of those sons of bitches advance…there will be hell to pay.
MM: Speaking of the other side of the coin, four men not associated with Axis. Jason Leary the Wild Card, what a night it could be for him.
T: My personal pick as a wild card, he could be the first man not to qualify for this event who goes onto win it!
MM: Then of course one of the brightest superstars in the T.F.W.F. a man use to these types of matches…Sebastian Cross.
T: Reigning Hardcore Champion of the T.F.W.F., he has got the tools to go all the way. He knows these types of matches.
MM: And the journey man Terry Heart…
T: Last chance for Terry here tonight possibly in his career…all I know is I don't want to shake his hand if he wins.
MM: And the reigning 2005 King of the Deathmatches Torch in competition tonight…
T: A former protégé of mine this man has it all…he is a Hardcore legend in the T.F.W.F. tonight and only one man in the history of this tournament has ever won it twice.
MM: Ha ha! And he makes his return tonight as well. Speaking of which lets go to New York where we got our first match.
Joey Lupino/Doc Holliday vs The Insane Asylum
[FLASHBACK: ASYLUM LOSING THE TITLES TO J=MC2 AT IS05' IS SHOWN. THEN DOC AND LUPINO BEING ELIMINATED FOR THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT BY MCDONALD. RECENT EVENTS SHOW DOC'S FEUD WITH THE ASYLUM AND HOW A CHEAT COMMENT BY THEM DREW IN THEIR FORMER MENTOR JOEY LUPINO TO PARTNER DOC. THE H2H DELIVERED TO LUPINO LAST WEEK IS ALSO SHOWN.]
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall…
*'IN THE END' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS*
(MIXED CROWD REACTION. 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: Well a mixed crowd reaction here Snoop, I guess a lot of pro Lupino fans not happy with the 'H2H' delivered to their hero last week.
SJ: To be honest…I have no interest in this match what so ever. In fact I heard I can get a live feed of the pre match celebration for Axis in LA, I might do that.
JH: And their opponents…
*'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD POP. DOC AND LUPINO EMERGE TOGETHER POINTING TOWARDS THE RING AT THEIR OPPONENTS.)
JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 478 pounds…Doc Holliday…and Joey Lupino!!!
SC: This place is on their feet for this odd ball team.
SJ: So let me get this straight we got a gun slinging cowboy and a mafia boss in front of us and there is not a police officer in sight…oh wait…I forgot we are in New York.
MATCH OPENING...Doc and Creeper start the match. After a quick control by Doc, Creeper quickly takes control showing his tag team prowess. He isolates him at the Asylum corner as Apoc helps with some double team as the referee is not looking. Apoc uses the tag rope to choke Doc, as Lupino is going crazy in the corner waiting for the tag.
SC: Doc here trying to prove that he and his usual partner Jason Leary should get a tag team title shot after this PPV! Let's see what he has.
SJ: Do you really think that if Leary wins the KOTDM he's going to want to keep teaming with Doc?
MATCH MIDDLE...Apoc tags in and he brawls with Doc around the ring, he makes the mistake of getting Doc to close to his corner and Lupino tags in and quickly goes after Apoc. Creeper gets in the ring and Lupino takes him down as the crowd goes crazy. Doc gets to his feet as he and Lupino begin to double team Apoc, as the referee interjects himself into the equation sending Doc to his corner.
SC: Lupino and Doc showing signs of great teamwork hopefully it will get them the win.
SJ: Let's just move on to another match!
FINISH… After brawling with Apoc for a while Lupino is now under his opponents control. Apoc whips Lupino to the ropes as Creeper holds the top rope down forcing Lupino to go over and onto the ringside area. Creeper begins to attack him, as Doc gets in the ring and he clotheslines Apoc over the top rope and goes over with him. The referee begins to count as both teams are destroying each other at ringside 1….2….3….4….5….6….7….8….9…10! The teams keep brawling as the referee calls for the bell.
No Contest
The two teams keep brawling towards the back ignoring the double loss.
SC: This battle is apparently not over!!
SJ: Wait Scoop, I've just gotten word that the one of the 2006 King of the Deathmatch winners is ready for an interview!!
SC: We haven't even started how can there be a winner?
SJ: Please Scoop, like either of these guys is going to lose.
(WE CUT BACK TO L.A. AS SNIFF IS IN THE BACK WITH SHANE ANDERSON, JOST MCCLAIN AND JC MCDONALD. J=MC2 ARE PROUDLY DISPLAYING THEIR GOLD BELTS AS SNIFF STANDS WITH A MICROPHONE LOOKING RATHER SCARED)
S: Shane Anderson you and your Axis partners should be ashamed of your actions last Monday at Mayhem!
(ALL THREE MEN LOOK AT EACH OTHER RATHER CONFUSED)
SA: What in the heck are you talking about Sniff?
(SNIFF NOW ANNOYED)
S: Your bullying of Tremere into giving you all the matches that you wanted!
(THE AXIS MEMBERS NOW SMILE AND J=MC2 SLAP HANDS IN A PROUD MANNER)
SA: Oh yeah that, well just a little taste of what is in store for everyone when you try and screw Axis. We've said the World turns on our command, and it truly will after Night of Revolution, one of us or Blake True will be the King of the Deathmatch, Aaron Roberts will retain the European Championship, and Rhys Pect will become the New TFWF Undisputed Champion. So pardon me if I am out of sweet forgiveness for poor Tremere.
(ALL THREE MEN GO TO EXIT AS SNIFF STOPS THEM.)
S: If it was you and Tremere alone, I'm sure he would have kicked your ass!
(ANDERSON LAUGHS AS OUT OF NOWHERE JC MCDONAL LEVELS SNIFF WITH A KNOCKOUT PUNCH AS ALL MEN EXIT)
MM: Well after a lot of back and forth action it seems like Blake's in a lot of trouble now with what Torch is using, Tremere.
T: It was only a matter of time before Torch adapted to the environment he was in and take advantage. It's exactly what he had to do to go all the way in last year's tournament and he definitely walks into this tournament with an experience advantage!
MATCH MIDDLE...Torch tightens the belt around Blake and starts to strangle him with it. Blake kicks his feet around desperately as he somehow pulls himself to his feet from desperation. Torch however still has the belt locked in as Blake starts to kick and squirm. He suddenly, scores with a mule kick right to Torch's crotch before staggering away and pulling the belt off of his throat. Blake charges at Torch but Torch ducks and flips Blake over and right through a clearance table full of jackets and shirts. Blake scurries around once again in shock of all the clothing on top of him while Torch starts to lay some boots into him. As Blake struggles to stand to his feet, Torch grabs him by the hair and throws him into a rack of more clothing. Blake is now lying on the ground as Torch grabs two more belts and starts whipping Blake simultaneously with both belts. Blake is now screaming as Torch continues his assault with the belts whilst Blake tries to stand once more. Blake staggers across the wall racks of the store whilst Torch continues whipping Blake's back brutally. After awhile Torch drops the belts and grabs a nearby sweater before wrapping it around the neck of Blake and continuing to choke him once again. Blake struggles momentarily as he charges towards a fire extinguisher attached to a nearby wall. As Torch chokes, Blake grabs the fire extinguisher and sprays it right over his shoulder and into the face of Torch. Torch hobbles back from this, clasping at his eyes as Blake unhooks the fire extinguisher and blasts Torch in the face with it. Torch goes down and is now busted open as Blake then throws the fire extinguisher down on top of Torch as it smashes right into his mid-section area. Torch holds his stomach and rolls around the floor in pain as Blake starts to lay the boots into him. Blake then picks him up and throws him into a clothes rack on the opposite side of the store. Blake then grabs one of the coats hanging up with precaution, and still surprisingly with his gloves still in tact. He then takes the coat and wraps it around the head of Torch before tying the arms of the coat in a knot around Torch's head. Blake then pulls a groggy Torch to his feet and starts to beat him in the head and then delivers a drop toe hold right to the floor. Blake then locks in a figure four leg lock as Torch still has the coat wrapped around his head. As Blake keeps the lock in hold, Torch loosens the knot around his head whilst screaming in pain. Torch eventually rips the coat off of his head and then reaches for a nearby rack of clothes, yanking them down and all over the floor. This gives Torch the opportunity to grab one of the store clip coathangers. Blake yells for Torch to tap out when suddenly Torch sits in an upright position and smacks Blake across the face with the coathanger! The clip on the coathanger obviously catches onto Blake's cheek as it is now cut open. Blake somewhat panics at the thought of his face being busted and loosens his grip enough for Torch to reach forward to grab the head of Torch. Torch delivers three stiff elbows as Blake finally releases his grip.
MM: Well Blake seemed to be in control but with a matter of a small gash on his face, it is obvious to see it'll take a lot of adjusting for him to become accustomed to the King of Deathmatch. Because of his panicking at the sight of a mere gash, Torch looks to have turned the match to his advantage.
T: Hopefully Torch can now bring this home, as I personally feel in this environment… that Blake True is indeed out of his depth!
Torch immediately grabs Blake by the head and drags him back over to the front counter area. Torch slams Blake into the side of the counter before applying his foot on Blake's throat and begins a foot choke. Blake struggles as Torch turns them to more stomps before lifting up Blake once more. Torch lifts Blake up for a big vertical suplex onto the hard surface floor and covers for two. Torch looks annoyed at this as he goes to grab the computer monitor from behind the counter. As Torch rips it from the counter he comes back around and goes for a big slam down on the fallen Blake, but Blake suddenly hits a kick between the legs. Torch drops the monitor behind him and holds his crotch as Blake crawls away in an attempt to recover. Torch staggers back behind the counter and leans forward to breathe through the shot he has just taken. He then suddenly stands from behind the counter and is seen holding a stapler gun! Torch walks over to a battered Blake and staples his forehead as Blake screams in absolute pain! Torch does yet another shot with the stapler as Blake screams again before slamming the stapler into Blake's face. Blake is now bleeding from three gashes on his face as Torch drops a few knees to Blake's head. Torch then grabs Blake by the hair and pulls him to his feet, meanwhile Blake has sneakily grabbed the stapler gun that laid by the floor.
MM: Wait a minute, Trem. Did you just see Blake grab that staple gun?! I don't think Torch noticed…
T: I did see that, but it looks as though Torch is setting up for the 'Third Degree Burn'.
FINISH...Torch goes to turn Blake around for the 'Third Degree Burn', but Blake holds onto the front of Torch's tights. Torch starts to punch the arm of Blake that is holding on when suddenly, Blake grabs Torch by the crotch and STAPLE GUNS the crotch of Torch multiple times! Torch doubles over from these shots, as any male would. Blake hooks Torch's arms, groggily lifts Torch's legs and hits a somewhat botched 'True Class' because as he hits it he literally drives the head of Torch through the computer monitor! Blake turns Torch over, who is now bleeding profusely and scores the three count for a HUGE upset!
MM: HOLY SHIT! STAPLED JEWELS AND A HEAD DRIVEN THROUGH A COMPUTER MONITOR! THE 2005 KING OF DEATHMATCHES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Winner,
and advancing to the semi final round: Blake True
(ACTION CUTS TO PROMOTIONAL VIDEO FOR TONIGHT'S THEME MUSIC. THE VIDEO FOOTAGE IS OF THE BAND 'RED TOP MATCHES' AND SOME FOOTAGE FROM WWW.AARONANDJAKE.CO.UK)
T: It's not very often that the TFWF's Media crew look around the world for music that has neither ever been heard of, nor is well recognised in today's society. However, always breaking the norm is just a commonplace activity in the TFWF and so it was to be, that after searching for music that epitomises what Night of The Revolution is all about, we discovered the 'Red Top Matches' after scouring up and coming website, Aaron and Jake .co.uk.
(FOOTAGE OF THE TWO HOSTS)
JC: We only recently started doing the show so to already receive such great attention from a company so well revered as the TFWF was just amazing, and we're glad for the RTM. This is a big coup for them.
(FOOTAGE OF THE BAND AND THE SONG BEING PLAYED IN A RECORDING STUDIO)
T: The song used for tonight's PPV extravaganza is a track called 'Too Much Too Soon' and is available from the bands website, www.redtopmatches.com
(BACK TO RINGSIDE IN LA)
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN GOT TO THIS STAGE.]
(BELL RINGS.)
K: This match is a flaming tables match and is a first round King of the Deathmatches match…
*'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING ANY CONTACT WITH FANS.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions…'The Mould' JC McDonald!!!
MM: A man known for his ability to last the distance in competitions and tournaments a like…
T: The master of the powerbomb…ha…there is only one Samson.
K: And his opponent…
*'I'M TOO SEXY' - RIGHT SAID FRED PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS UP WITH AN LOGO SAYING "LADIES MAN FOR HIRE". TEDDY HEART COMES OUT POSING A LOAD OF FLEXING MUSCLES AND DOING SOME BOOGIE DANCING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Orlando, Florida…weighing 320 pounds…'Savage' Terry Heart!!!
MM: Last chance saloon possibly for big Terry.
T: Just keep his busy hands away from me…
MATCH OPENING...is slow and methodical. Heart uses all of his veteran moves to keep McDonald at bay. McDonald keeps trying to up the pace of the match but each time he does he is stopped with a thumb to the eye or a leg sweep move which gets good pops from the crowd. McDonald gets more frustrated as the early part of the match continues and Heart takes him down with a series of headlocks and reverse chin locks. In a great spot Heart takes McDonald down with a side slam and then grabs a chair from the outside. He threatens to hit McDonald with it, but instead sets the chair up, sits on it and hooks McDonald in a reverse chin lock!! The crowd are all laughing at the antics of Heart. He uses the chair at last and gets a drop toe hold on McDonald that sends him crashing face first into the chair! McDonald rolls to the outside to get his head together as Heart pulls off some of his trademark poses in the middle of the ring.
MM: Somehow I don't think Terry Heart has quite understood what this tournament is all about, but I've got to give him credit, he's getting inside the head of The Mould.
T: He can play up to the fans all he wants Mahoney, but when McDonald gets hold of him, the fun games will be over.
MATCH MIDDLE...is dominated by McDonald who gets back into it with a great move. As McDonald is on the ring apron Heart charges him but McDonald is able to duck out the way and pull the top rope down sending Heart flying over the top and onto the floor. McDonald goes to work on Heart on the outside with stiff kicks, punches and nasty looking whip into the steel barricade. McDonald uses his power to heave Heart and run his back into the ring post three times. The crowd are booing the house down as McDonald continues his assault on Heart's back. He picks him up for a back drop suplex but instead drops Heart back first across the ring barricade!! Heart is in trouble as McDonald slams him in the back with a steel chair and then slams him onto the chair which is lying on the floor. Heart is looking dead and buried as McDonald drags a table out from under the ring and sets it up on the outside. He drags Heart up onto the ring apron and signals for 'The Perfecto' through the table!! He heaves Heart up but he is able to counter the move and sends McDonald through the table with a massive DDT!! Both men are down and out on the floor as the crowd rallies behind Heart.
T: Of course that move doesn't end this match as this is a flaming tables match, only when the table is on fire and a wrestler is driven through it, will this match end.
MM: It's looking good for Heart, but his back must be giving him some real trouble, McDonald has done a number on it.
FINISH... Heart looks to be in control. He hit's an atomic drop and follows it up with a stiff clothesline. He lifts Heart onto the top turnbuckle and looks to be going for a superplex but McDonald blocks it. Instead McDonald fires off some stiff punches to Heart's back before shoving him off the top rope. Heart crashes down in the ring as McDonald teeters on the top rope, this is uncharted territory for the big man! McDonald sets himself and leaps off landing a perfect elbow drop to the chest of Heart!! The crowd can't believe it as McDonald signals for the end. He slides out the ring and brings in a chair. He waits for Heart to get up and then levels him with a chair shot to the head, that busts Heart wide open!! McDonald goes back outside the ring and drags a table in. He sets it up in the middle of the ring and then grabs lighter fluid from a ringside tech. McDonald covers the table in lighter fluid as the crowd go nuts for the possible flaming table. Heart is a bloody mess but is back on his feet, McDonald turns around and Heart hit's a big boot to the face for a huge crowd pop!! Heart sees the table and empties the rest of the lighter fluid on to it. He signals that the match is over and then grabs a lighter and sets the table alight to a huge crowd pop! Heart walks over to McDonald but The Mould was playing possum!! He hits Heart with a low blow and then heaves him up with 'The Perfecto' he slams Heart down through the flaming table to win the match and advance to the semi finals!!
MM: Well the fans here at ringside don't like the result but JC McDonald has downed Terry Heart and move onto the semi finals.
T: Heart is going to need some medical attention after this one. He shirt is still smouldering! Great display by McDonald and a great match.
Winner,
and advancing to the semi final round: JC McDonald
(ACTION CUTS BACK TO MADISON SQUARE GARDEN AND GOES BACKSTAGE. WE SEE PEZ STANDING OUTSIDE A DRESSING ROOM MARKED FALLEN ANGEL. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD CHEERING. PEZ TAPS ON THE DOOR A FEW TIMES BT RECEIVES NO REPLY. HE WAIT'S A FEW MOMENTS AND THEN OPENS THE DOOR.INSIDE THE ROOM THE LIGHTS ARE OUT. A TV IS ON IN ONE CORNER WITH FOOTAGE OF FALLEN ANGEL'S VARIOUS MATCHES AGAINST TIGER YOUNG SHOWING. IN FRONT OF THE TV SET SITS FALLEN ANGEL, HE IS DRESSED IN HIS WRESTLING GEAR AND STARES AT THE SCREEN INTENTLY. PEZ CLEARS HIS THROAT TO TRY AND GET ANGEL'S ATTENTION BUT THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION IGNORES HIM. PEZ TRIES AGAIN BUT ANGEL DOESN'T TURN FROM THE SCREEN. HE CAN'T RESIST.)
P: Angel, can I just have a few words with you about your upcoming match with….
(ANGEL STANDS UP AND TURNS SLOWLY TO FACE PEZ, HE DOES NOT LOOK BEST PLEASED.)
FA: I know exactly who I'm facing tonight and I've got nothing to say to you Pez. The time for talking has long since passed, now is the time for war. And trust me, a war you will get. I'm going to right the wrongs of the past and pin Tiger Young cleanly, now if you don't mind….
(BEFORE
PEZ CAN ASK ANYMORE QUESTIONS ANGEL MOVES AROUND AND GRABS PEZ BY THE
SHIRT AND SHOVES HIM AND THE CAMERA MAN OUT THE ROOM. THE DOOR IS SLAMMED
SHUT AS THE FANS CAN BE HEARD CHEERING IN THE ARENA.)
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN GOT TO THIS STAGE.]
(BELL RINGS.)
K: This match is a ladder match and is a first round King of the Deathmatches match…
*'OUT OF MY WAY' - SEETHER PLAYS*
(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…Jost McClain!!!
MM: Former Light-Heavyweight Champion, current Tag Team Champion and a guy who loves to work off the ladder.
T: It's his advantage as we pointed out, but nobody knows him better than his opponent…
K: And his opponent…
*'HEARTBREAKER' - LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS*
(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!!!
MM: Former member of I.O.P. he knows McClain like the back of his hand…he is the Wild Card Jason Leary!
T: I think this one will be an extremely interesting affair.
MATCH OPENING...The match starts as Leary goes directly after Jost's leg with a savate kick. Jost legs buckles but he quickly capitalizes with a spear into the barbed wire ropes as the crowd is in shock. They brawl in the ring for a while as the contract looms over them. Jost is sent to the outside by a powerful irish whip by Leary as his entire back is caught in the barbed wire, he dangles and then falls head first to the outside.
T: Oh My this match has barely started and both men are already bathed in their own blood.
MM: This is Jost Mcclain vs Leary v. 57483, and just like the other times Leary stands no chance.
MATCH MIDDLE...Jost stumbles around at ringside and grabs a ladder and throws it in the ring over the top rope as Leary grabs it and hits Mcclain as he slides into the ring with it. Leary sets up the ladder underneath the contract and begins to climb it, Mcclain follows it up and they begin to exchange punches atop of the ladder is it loses its balance and both men fall onto the barbed wire rope.
T: OH MY!! Who ever manages to get up from this is the clear winner.
MM: But will Jost have anything left for the future tournaments?
FINISH…Both men untangle each other from the barbed wire and lie in the ring. Jost gets to his feet and sets up the ladder. The crowd is booing like crazy, as Leary slowly gets to his feet and he climbs the ladder himself and its dejavu again. They exchange punches, when all of a sudden Leary blocks one and he grabs Jost's head and slams it against the ladder and pushes him off and Jost Mcclain lands on the ringside floor. Leary grabs the the Document to win the match.
Winner, and advancing to the semi final round: Jason Leary
Leary drops to the mat and exits the ring and exits as Paramedics arrive to take Jost to the back.
T: Yes those Axis idiots wanted to bully me around and their cockiest idiot is now gone! You Mr. Mcclain have just been privileged.
MM: Well as you all saw Jason Leary advances to the semi finals of this tournament. Now back to New York as Pez is with TFWF European Champion, Aaron Roberts
(ACTION CUTS BACK TO NEW YORK, AARON ROBERTS STOOD NEXT TO PEZ READY FOR INTERVIEW)
P: Aaron, tonight you go toe to toe against Sandy Makel in another battle for your European Title, and although you may feel aggrieved at where you defend the title, we have to ask you, where on earth you came up with that excuse?
(ROBERTS LOOKS SLIGHTY AGITATED AT PEZ)
AR: Pest, it is not a question of excuses, the fact of the matter is that as European Champion, this belt should only be contested between people of European origin and in the confines of Europe itself. How would an American get away with defending the European title? It is a disgrace and I am merely trying to redress the balance.
P: That may be so, but you have cut a deal to defend the title here tonight, and in circumstances that some may feel… Are a little sick and maybe even twisted. What is your response to that?
AR: Sick and twisted? Pest, I have had some of the goriest battles in the TFWF in the last few years and you stand here questioning my integrity? Well let me inform you that the bitch has been after me ever since she first entered TFWF Towers and that she hasn't been shy as to show her appreciation for my work. And so tonight it officially becomes the night that the Gloucester Giant defends his title, and then Selina meets the real giant of Gloucester if you get what I mean.
P: So you are feeling confident ahead of tonight's match?
AR: Why would you even ask such a question? Sandy Makel will once more fall victim to me and then his little screw buddy will be where she belongs.
(AARON SHOVES PEZ OUT OF THE WAY AND WALKS OFF, PEZ LOOKS A LITTLE DISGUSTED AT THE VILE REMARKS MADE BY ROBERTS)
(THE
CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THE HALLWAY LEADING TO THE LOCKER ROOM FOR ALL THE
TFWF SUPERSTARS. SNIFF IS WAITING OUTSIDE JASON LEARY'S LOCKER ROOM AND
WAITING TO INTERVIEW HIM)
S: Ladies and Gentlemen, what we have just witnessed from Jason Leary
is remarkable, I can hardly wait for him to arrive back here… Oh
wait a minute…
(SNIFF PLACES A FINGER TO HIS EAR AND LISTENS FOR A MOMENT)
S: Wait one second… I am getting reports that there has been a
sighting of… Yes it has been confirmed; Ladies and Gentlemen please
follow me as we attempt to get an interview with this person…
(SNIFF AND THE CAMERAMAN MAKES THEIR WAY THROUGH A MAZE OF HALLWAYS)
S: There has been scattered rumors as of late regarding this superstar
and his interest in signing with the T.F.W.F. And now we have just confirmed
that he has signed and that he is here in this very arena…
(SNIFF IS RUSHING PAST EACH AND EVERY CORNER TRYING HIS BEST TO FIND THE
NEW SUPERSTAR. AS HE TURNS ONE CORNER HE IS STARTLED BY THE MAN STANDING
IN FRONT OF HIM, THE CROWD ERUPTS AT THE SIGHT OF DONNOVAN MIDAS)
S:Oh boy! Donnovan Midas (Breathing heavily) I…. was…
DM: Slow down chubby (jokingly) Take a deep breath and think about
what you are going to say…
S: Ok… I think I am fine now… So I guess all the rumors have
panned out to be true, is it safe to assume that Donnovan Midas has signed
a deal to compete here in the T.F.W.F…
(THE CROWD ERUPTS)
DM: Well I guess sometimes it is safe to believe the rumors; YES I
am here in the T.F.W.F and ready to compete…
S: WOW! That is amazing news; we haven't seen you in the ring since
the Roughkut Invitational Tournament. Have you gotten any ring rust or
are you as ready as ever?
DM: Come on now, Donnovan Midas ring rust… The only object that
has rust right now if in your pants Sniff…
(THE CROWD ERUPTS IN A MIXTURE OF LAUGHS AND APPLAUSE)
S: Well I wouldn't call it ring rust I would call it more like a leaky
pipe…
DM: Hold on for one second… Please stop that, I just had lunch
and I don't want to know where to have been sticking that garden snake
to make it come out broken…
(THEY BOTH SHARE A LAUGH)
S: Well so now that you are in the T.F.W.F, what are your intentions?
DM: The T.F.W.F has been around the business for some time now, it
has hosted some of the worlds biggest events. It has had some of the world's
most legendary competitors in its ring. So when it came time to sign somewhere
the T.F.W.F was the logical choice. But at now point did I think further
then that, like many other people in the world of wrestling. My main goal
is the hold the Heavyweight title some day, but for right now I am just
going to take it slow and have a little fun with my pink friend…
S: Oh you can talk your pink friend but I can't talk about my broken
one…
DM: (Laughs) That's not the pink friend I was referring to, this has
been fun and everything Sniff, but I got a few things I need to take care
of tonight…
(DONNOVAN MIDAS WALKS AWAY)
S: Well what a amazing night it has been thus far ladies and gentlemen,
we have all just heard from the newest member of the T.F.W.F roster….
Donnovan Midas ….
(WE CUT BACK TO RINGSIDE)
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HOW BOTH MEN GOT TO THIS STAGE.]
(BELL RINGS.)
K: This match is a Lion's den match with chairs and is a first round King of the Deathmatches match…
*'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.)
K: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…Shane Anderson!!!
MM: The man who demanded this submission match inside the Lion's den with chairs…
T: But he might have played right into Cross' advantage we have all seen how dangerous the Hardcore Champion is with a chair.
K: And his opponent…
*'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: Does Cross have a submission in his arsenal to beat this man?
T: I have no idea, but like I said this a death match and Cross knows Hardcore…and he knows how the use a chair.
MATCH OPENING...Both competitors enter the Lion's Den cage and they are moved to opposing corners by the referee. We can see that there are five steel chairs hanging from chains strung up around the top of the Octagon, meaning that the competitors will have to climb the ten-foot cage in order to retrieve a chair. The bell rings and Cross and Shane begin to circle each other, giving quick glances to the several steel chairs strung above their heads. As Cross circles the ring, he claps his hands and stomps his feet to pump up the crowd, and the rhythmic applause of the crowd quickly builds into a loud rumble. Shane and Shriek are clearly not impressed as Cross and Shane each take up a fighting stance in preparation for the lock up. Both men lunge in for the lock up, but Cross avoids it at the last second and immediately makes his way towards the cage to pop the crowd. Shane quickly pulls Cross off the cage to stop his attempt to grab a chair, then climbs up himself only to be pulled off by Cross. Cross swings a right hand, ducked by Shane who comes back with a clothesline, ducked by Cross who comes back with a spinning heel kick to knock Shane down. Cross looks to follow up with a leaping kneedrop to the head, but Shane avoids and catches Cross with a wicked boot to the head. Figure four attempt from Shane and Cross pushes him off, but Shane stops himself before he runs head-first into the cage, only to turn right into an armdrag from Cross. Cross takes an armdrag from Shane to return the favor, and then both men try dropkicks in stereo and the crowd cheers loudly as they get back to their feet.
MM: Wow. It appears that these two are on the same page offensively early on in this match, but you gotta believe as this thing wears on, Sebastian Cross is going to be looking more for those high-risk, hardcore maneuvers, whilst Shane will be looking to slow this match down and work the body for those notorious submissions.
T: Definitely Mac, these two may be looking like they're at a stalemate now, but the contrast of styles will soon become apparent. But in this Mixed Martial Arts, Shoot Fight environment you've gotta believe that Shane Anderson is the favorite.
Cross offers to shake Anderson's hand in a show of respect for his abilities, but Shane swats it away only to be caught with a spinning backhand chop right to the neck. Anderson staggers towards the cage holding his neck in pain and Sebastian Cross tries to capitalize with a side Russian leg sweep, but Shane holds onto the cage and rams Cross' face directly into the steel. The crowd boos as Shane repeatedly slams Cross' face into the meshed steel of the cage, grinding Cross' face across the mesh like a cheese grater, ripping Cross' mask slightly in the process. The crowd is booing fiercely as Shane sends Cross face-first into the cage one more time and catches him on the rebound with a bridging German. The ref explains to Shane that the match can only end via submission or knockout, and Shane immediately rolls through over Cross' body, crossing his legs into a variation inverted Texas Cloverleaf. The crowd has to show their appreciation for the innovative hold. Cross cries in pain as he struggles against the hold, but with no ropes to break the hold, it looks like he may be forced to submit. The crowd rallies behind Cross as he fights, managing to roll through between Anderson's legs and counter into an anklelock to a big pop. Shane fights through the pain in agony and makes his way to the cage, using it as leverage to pull himself to his feet so that he can kick Cross back with his free leg. Cradling his ankle, Shane uses the cage to pull himself back up and he charges at Cross, only to be taken down with an STO. Cross grabs Shane's leg and steps through to set up a heel hook, but Shane breaks it up by grabbing hold of the mask through the small openings, and attempting to rip it right off. Cross backs off and re-adjusts the mask while the crowd boos fiercely at Shane, quickly picking himself to deliver a dropkick to the shoulder blades of Cross.
MM: Oh! The heat is really starting to turn on in this match-up. Shane has found himself being outwrestled by Sebastian Cross, and now he's attacking the mask to turn the tide in his favor. What a vile act of poor sportsmanship!
T: Hey, you wanna get far in this tournament, sometimes you gotta forget about the rule book. These guys are expected to give everything they've got if they want to advance, and when you're in this environment you can't hold back just so everybody can be lovey-dovey.
MIDDLE MATCH...Cross holds his shoulder in pain and Shane goes to work with a series of elbows between the shoulder blades and an attempted Fujiwara armbar, which Cross manages to escape with a variation schoolboy, more out of desperation than to attempt a pinfall in a match where pinfalls don't count. Shane kicks out and rolls through, delivering a vicious low dropkick that connects with to the shoulder Shane has been working on. Shane goes after the arm again and Cross tries to knock him off, but Shane knocks Cross down with a couple of chops to the chest before he extends the arm out, stepping on Cross' fingers to keep the arm in place for a falling headbutt to the shoulder. The crowd boos as Shane follows up on the arm with, appropriately, a cross armbreaker attempt as Cross desperately locks his fingers to prevent the hold from being applied. The crowd starts to rally behind Cross and he soon manages to roll up Shane again, maneuvering his way out of the hold and into a half Boston crab to a huge pop. Cross wrenches away at the leg of Shane Anderson and looks to be in a good position to gain victory, but is soon distracted when Shriek tries to climb up the cage wall from the floor to help her man out. Shriek has climbed up the cage and is inches away from retrieving a steel chair, but Cross climbs up - although at a slower pace with his arm badly hurt - and grabs her by the wrist as she struggles with the chains. The crowd is going crazy as it looks like Shriek is finally going to get what she deserves. Shane is back up and tries to cut Cross off, but Cross sees it coming and avoids the charge, allowing Shane to fly into the cage with a stinger splash, knocking off Shriek and sending her to the floor to a huge ovation. Cross catches a dazed Shane Anderson in a sleeperhold, and it looks like lights out, but Shane counters and spikes Cross with a deadly backdrop driver. Shane is pissed as he gets back up and manages to retrieve the chair that Shriek had gone after. He stalks Cross as he gets back to his feet. With one mighty crack, Shane catches Cross across the back of the head and shoulder, drawing the awe of the crowd. The crowd is all over Shane as he drives the chair into the shoulder again. Shane sets the chair up and brings Cross to his feet, executing a short whip into a drop toehold on the chair to vocal boos, which grow louder as Shane kicks Cross off, sits down, and applauds himself. Shane picks up the chair again and traps Cross' arm in the chair before he stomps on it, Pillmanizing the arm to a wicked 'OOOOHHHHH!!!!' from the crowd. Cross cries out in pain and tries to free his badly injured shoulder, but Shane puts his weight on the chair, adding insult to injury to the fearsome boos of the crowd. Anderson calls for the end, and applies a modified 'Confession' with the chair still around Cross' arm!
MM: OH! Would you look at that! That sick, despicable human being called Shane Anderson is trying to snap Sebastian Cross' arm right out of the socket! Now, for the love of all that's holy, he's got the CONFESSION applied!!!
T: Oh man, you know the situation has escalated when Shane Anderson has decided to ditch the technical wrestling. I'd like to say this is a new side we're seeing from Shane, but he's always had a vicious streak.
FINISH...Cross cries out in excruciating pain and there appears to be no way to escape. The crowd begins to chant 'please don't tap' at Cross, drawing the ire of Anderson long enough for Cross to maneuver himself around and - fighting through the incredible pain - use his free arm to drive the chair into Shane's crotch to a huge pop. Both men are down with Anderson writhing in agony and the referee begins to count them out. Cross manages to pull himself up at around 8, cradling his arm as he attempts to scale the cage once again. Shane is back up soon after and manages to catch Cross' foot, pulling him off and into a devastating half nelson suplex. Shane calls for the ref to make the count as Cross looks dead, but is shocked when Cross manages to get up at 9. The crowd is ecstatic over Cross' endurance as Shane delivers another devastating half nelson suplex, with Cross again barley getting up at 9. Shane slaps Sebastian in the face and hooks him up for a final half nelson, this time on the chair, but Cross manages to flip out, picking up the chair and hurling it at Shane as he gets to his feet, dropkicking it right into his face. Both men are down again and the ref counts, with Cross getting to his feet first, using the cage to support his weight. Shane goes after him and tries to tear him off, but Cross kicks him away and manages to straddle himself over the cage before he gets a chair thrown in his face by a recovered Shriek. The crowd is livid as Shane climbs up, looking to destroy the shoulder with a super single arm DDT, but Cross has the wherewithal to push him off to the canvas. The crowd is going crazy as Cross slowly recovers, but before he can capitalize, Shriek grabs his leg to deafening boos. Cross grabs her by the hair and the arena goes apeshit as he kicks her off and back to the floor. Cross manages to get his feet up as Shane is just starting to stand again, and comes off with a HUGE moonsault, catching Anderson in the face with his knees to a huge ovation. Both men are down as the crowd chants 'Holy Shit', and Cross just barely beats the count again to win the match.
Winner, and advancing to the semi final round: Sebastian Cross
(THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE, WHERE PEZ IS STANDING WITH FORMER TFWF LEGEND TWIST. THE COCKY SUPERSTAR'S EYES ARE SHIELDED BY RAYBANS, AND HE CHEWS GUM NONCHALANTLY. THE POP FROM THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD CLEARLY)
P: Twist, this is the first time you've been near a TFWF arena since your emotional retirement last year... Why are you here?
(TWIST LOOKS AT THE ECCENTRIC INTERVIEWER LIKE HE'S STEPPED IN DOG SHIT)
T: Why am I here? Well, I certainly didn't travel 500 miles to lick windows with you, ya goofy CUPCAKE (BIG POP) Let's think about it, shall we Pez? Let's see... my former stablemate, and one of my closest friends, TIGER YOUNG.... is back in the TFWF, and challenging for the INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE.... and he's facing a guy who he's got a justified DEATH GRUDGE against, and a man I'M not too fond of either... FALLEN ANGEL! Now, tell me, brainiac... do you think that's the kind of event the SULTAN OF SKIRT is gonna wanna watch in person?
P: I-I guess it i....
(TWIST ISN'T INTERESTED IN HIS ANSWER, AND CUTS HIM OFF)
T: You're DAMN SKIPPY I'm gonna wanna be here to see it! This is gonna be one for the ages, folks! You are not gonna want to miss a second of this one! Take the phone off the hook.... start a row with your loved one so you don't have to talk during it.... sew your eyelids to the top of your head so you don't inadvertently blink... this one is going to be a DOOZY!
P: And who do you think will win?
T: That's harder to say.... I'v had some epic battles with Fallen Angel.... and he is one of the toughest sunuvaguns to ever enter a TFWF ring, if not THE toughest. But, I gotta go with my homie, because he's been storing up all this pent up shit against Angel for a good two years now... and, it's an old saying, but I think it's relevent in this case: You don't grab a TIGER by it's TAIL!
P: Twist, thanks for your time. It's been a pleasure....
(HE HOLDS HIS HAND OUT TO SHAKE. TWIST TAKES THE GUM OUT OF HIS MOUTH AND PUTS IT INTO PEZ'S OUTSTRETCHED HAND)
T: Thanks, man... that one's losing it's flavour....
(HE TAKES A FRESH STICK OF GUM OUT OF IT'S WRAPPER AND POPS IT IN HIS MOUTH. TWIST THEN STROLLS OFF, LEAVING PEZ STARING AT THE GREY GLOB IN HIS PALM)
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE ON GOING FEUD BETWEEN MAKEL AND ROBERTS IS HIGHLIGHTED WITH ROBERTS CONSTANT ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE SELINA. MAKEL'S LHW TITLE WIN A FEW WEEKS ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS ROBERTS CLAIMING HE WOULD NOT DEFEND THE EUROPEAN TITLE ON NON EUROPEAN SOIL, UNLESS HE CAN HAVE SELINA.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship…
(CROWD POP.)
*'HYSTERIA' - MUSE PLAYS*
(BIG 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…he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion…Sandy 'The Dice' Makel!!!
SC: Dice has to have one eye on Roberts and one eye on Roberts trying to get with Selina…
SJ: He might as well have two eyes focused on heart break hotel!
JH: And his opponent…
*'WE WILL RISE' - ARCH ENEMY*
(BIG 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…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion…Aaron Roberts!!!
SC: What a disgusting individual…
SJ:
He's a legend!!!
MATCH OPENING...The timekeeper has not even had the opportunity to ring the bell before Roberts and Makel tear into each other. After weeks upon end of Roberts harrassment of Selina, Makel's fury and pent up frustration gives him the upper hand, and he begins to dominate his British foe. Such is the force of Makel's anger, that the pounding he gives Roberts' head with his fists and feet opens up a gash on Roberts' forehead, very early into procedings. Roberts spends long stretches of the opening minutes just trying to keep his head above water, as the smaller, quicker man unleashes a fast-paced offensive volley at 'The Arrogance'. With Selina egging him on at ringside, Sandy doesn't even go for any pinfalls, his frustration driving him to commit more and more damage to Roberts' body. Eventually, Aaron bails out to ringside, staggering around on rubber legs, his face a crimson mask. In the ring, Makel takes a run-up, then hits Roberts full in the chest with a baseball slide that sends him careering into the guardrail. Makel continues to pour on the punishment at ringside, before rolling into the ring to break the referee's count.
SC: This one could be over very soon! Aaron Roberts' face has been opened up very early, and he's mustered virtually no offense since the opening bell...
SJ: Are you doubting the European champion? A title match is a marathon, not a sprint....'The Arrogance' is just letting Makel wear himself out...
SC: By bleeding heavily and getting beaten from pillar to post? Whatever...
MATCH MIDDLE...With Roberts still dazed at ringside, Sandy climbs through the ropes and stands on the ring apron. He launches himself for a flying clothesline at his opponent, but at the last second, Roberts pulls Selina into 'Dice's path, and the couple collide messily, leaving Roberts to crawl away and regain his composure somewhat. Sandy has come out of the clash better than Selina. He rises to his feet, and stands over her, concerned. Aaron uses this diversion to come up behind Makel and knock him flying with a double axe handle. He then follows this up by flinging Makel with great force into the steel ring steps. Makel bounced headfirst off the steps, and dropped to his knees. Now it's Roberts turn to go on the attack, and he continues to pound Makel around the ringside area, using his size and power advantage to wear down the fan favourite. Eventually, Roberts returns the action to the ring, where he has several pin attempts thwarted by the fighting spirit of Makel. The most spectacular of these pin attempts sees Roberts execute a fallaway slam from the top rope. However, the force of the power move is so great that Makel is projected three quarters of the way over the ring, and he is able to hook one foot over the ropes when Roberts falls onto him for the pin attempt. With both men now bleeding profusely, Roberts changes tack to a series of rest holds and submission manouvres, culminating in a sleeper hold with threatens to render Makel unconscious.
SJ: You see, Snoop? This is what I'm talking about.. This is the way Axis run things... Aaron Roberts got into Makel's mind with the whole 'stalking Selina' thing... which meant Makel went at it like a bull in a china shop to begin with.. which means that 'Dice' has blown himself out, and the European championship is staying RIGHT WHERE IT IS....
SC: I wouldn't be so sure, Scoop.... Sandy Makel seems to be getting a second wind.... he's back on his feet... and desperately trying to free himself from this sleeper hold.
FINISH...Back on his feet, Makel manages to push backwards, forcing Roberts into the corner post, causing him to release the hold. Unfortunately, the referee is also between Roberts and the cornerpost, and he takes the brunt of the collision, collapsing in a heap. Makel takes advantage of the confusion to mount a comeback. His second wind is too much for Roberts, and he begins to dominate. With Aaron seemingly out on his feet, Makel locks him in a full nelson and goes for the 'Seven Out'. However, Roberts puts an end to the move, swinging his leg back for a completely illegal mule kick to Sandy's groin! Roberts spins round, and hits the 'AGR'. Makel is out, Roberts makes the cover, but there's no-one to make the count. After covering his foe for the equivilant of a ten count, Roberts realises he's not going to get the pin, suddenly rolls out of the ring, and starts stalking Selina. A chase ensues around ringside, culminating in Selina sliding into the ring in an attempt to escape. However, Roberts manages to block her off in the corner. It looks like he's going to get his hands on her, when she suddenly boots 'The Arrogance' square in the crown jewels! Roberts staggers backwards clutching his knackers, straight into the waiting arms of Sandy Makel, who this time makes no mistake in hitting the 'Seven Out'. The ref crawls over for the three count, and the crowd go wild!
Winner via pinfall, and NEW European Champion: Sandy Makel
SC: In the end, Snoop, Aaron Roberts obssession with Selina cost him the match AND the European title!
SJ:
(beside himself with rage) This is a travesty! Roberts had Makel covered
for a ten count! And then, someone who's not even a legal participant
in the match incapacitates him with an unlawful move! Somebody call Axis'
lawyers!
Makel and Selina make their way out of the ring, as Roberts realizes what
has happened and hits the referee with an AGR in full rage as the crowd
boos.
(SCENE CUTS TO BLAKE TRUE BEING STITCHED UP FOR HIS MATCH.)
S: Blake, Blake can I get a word...back from the GAP!
(BLAKE ON HEARING THE WORD GAP LAYS OUT SNIFF WITH A VICIOUS SLAP BEFORE WALKING OFF.)
King of the Deathmatches Semi Final Match - X Cage Match
Blake True vs Jason Leary
MATCH OPENING... the two men talk trash to each other, with Blake doing the majority of the taunting, displaying his incredible arrogance. Blake taunts the crowd, expecting to be cheered and adored, but it booed intensely by the crowd instead. Leary poses for the crowd to a huge pop, but as he is posing, Blake bolts into the corner and climbs up to get on the wires behind Leary's back. Leary turns away, hearing the boos of the crowd, and quickly realises the situation, pulling Blake off the turnbuckle and firing off a series of rights to the face as Blake tries to cover up. Leary backs Blake into the corner and whips him from post to post, following up with a stinger splash to a big pop. Blake walks out of the corner dazed and walks right into a set up, for what the crowd thinks is going to be a '3 Lion Driver' from Leary, but as Blake tries to escape, Leary keeps himself moving and connects with a Davey Boy Smith running powerslam. With True down momentarily, Leary now scales the turnbuckles and tries to cross grab onto the cables, but Blake rolls under the ropes and pulls himself up between the ropes and the cage, grabbing hold of Leary's leg just as Leary steps off the buckles, hanging from the cable. Leary manages to kick Blake off and continues across the wire to get the contract, but Blake climbs onto the top rope, using the the cage to keep him balance, and springboards off with a diving spear to take Leary off the cables.
MM: OH, LORD! Incredible spear from Blake True as he just knocked Jason Leary out of the air!
T: That's about a ten foot drop from those cables back to the canvas, and right now Leary is out!
MM: Blake True is now in great shape to win this match early on, and you just know that Blake wants this match up over before anymore damage is done to his 'movie star' looks.
MIDDLE MATCH...Both men are down momentarily and Blake makes it to his feet first. Blake picks Leary up and hooks him in a gutwrench, lifting him up and driving him back down across his knee at the last second. The crowd is all over Blake as he follows up with a senton splash across the abdomen of Leary, followed by a running frog splash. Blake rolls through out of the frog splash and kips up onto his feet, once again expecting applause only to be showered with boos. He grabs Leary by the hair and when the ref tries to break it up, Blake flips him off to more heel heat before he delivers a rib breaker to Leary, holds on, and then swings Leary into a Rock Bottom backbreaker. Blake stays on Leary with a number of other backbreaker and gutbuster variations, capping his assault on the midsection off with a fireman's carry before he presses Leary into the air and catches him with a falling double knee gutbuster. Blake stops to talk himself up to the crowd as Leary is struggling to breathe properly, but the crowd boos him once again. Blake is angry and drags Leary towards the side of the cage, pulling him up underneath the middle rope to that he is on his knees facing the cage. He grinds Leary's face into the mesh and the crowd is livid, and then Blake hangs Leary's arms over the top rope, lifting the middle rope over so that Leary's arms are trapped. Leary struggles and Blake laughs cruelly while the crowd rains hatred on him, then he bounces off the ropes and delivers a diving double knee right to the small of Leary's back, causing him to cry out in agony as he is wedged against the cage and busted open. Blake taunts the crowd, who are just crucifying him as he bounces off the ropes looking for a second double knee, but Leary manages to free himself at the last split-second and avoids the double knee, sending Blake into the cage as his legs are now caught on the ropes. The crowd cheers rabidly as Leary - crimson masked - bends Blake back into a modified tree of woe so that Blake's body is horizontal, and delivers a series of stiff bootscrapes across Blake's million dollar face to raucous applause. Leary then hits the ropes, driving a running knee into the side of Blake's head on the rebound... then a second... then a third rebound and Leary leaps into the air, coming down across Blake's chest with a double stomp to take him to the canvas to a standing ovation.
MM: OH MY GOD!
T: What an incredible combination on the part of Leary, as he's running on pure adrenaline right now. You gotta believe he's only got a few moves left in him though.
MM: Well, while the adrenaline is still pumping, it looks like now will be the time when Jason Leary puts Blake True away for good!
Leary is sucking wind and his face is a bloody mess, but the crowd is all behind him as he signals to finish things with the '3 Lion Driver'. Leary picks a stupefied Blake up and sets him up for the '3 Lion Driver', but Blake uses the remains of his strength to slide off and turn Leary around for a brainbuster. Both men are down and the crowd is going wild. After a few moments, both men start to stir and they crawl towards opposing corners, slowly climbing up the turnbuckles, looking to climb the cables. Blake manages to get to the top first, facing the cage so that he can use it to climb up onto the cable commando style. Leary is up top next and faces into the ring, climbing across the wire until he meets Blake in the middle of the ring just in time to cut him off from retrieving the contract. Blake uses the extra grip he has with his legs on the rope to fire off rights to the face, trying to knock Leary off, but Leary manages to lift his knees into the back of Blake's unprotected head, and then drives an elbow into Blake's face, causing him to lose his grip on the ropes as he hangs upside down. The crowd is on their feet as it looks like Leary has the match won, but Leary's eyes dart between the contract and Blake - who is trying desperately to pull himself back up - and he wraps an arm around Blake's leg, wretching it free to deliver a '3 Lion Driver' from 10 feet in the air! The crowd immediately breaks out in a deafening 'Holy Shit' chant as both men are down and out.
MM: SWEET HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! JASON LEARY HAS KILLED BLAKE TRUE!!!
T: OH MY GOD! I've NEVER seen anything like that before, Mac!
MM: Blake True was just PLANTED from 10 feet in the air and it looks like this match up is over for the Axis man, but it appears that Leary got as good as he gave off that maneuver!
FINISH...Both men are down and the LA crowd begins to chant 'This match rules', followed by a 'let's go Leary' chant. Apparently feeding off the energy of the crowd, Leary somehow manages to bring himself to his feet, his face bright red from the amount of blood he's lost, and slowly he staggers over to the turnbuckle, crumpling into it as his legs give out. The crowd chants louder and louder, trying to will Jason Leary to continue and slowly Leary manages to ascend the turnbuckles, seating himself on top rope as he tries to catch his breath. Leary uses the cage to pull himself into a standing position on the second rope and reaches up for the cable, not quite able to reach it from the second turnbuckle, and slowly pulls his foot up onto the top rope as Blake begins to stir too. As Leary has finally gotten a hold of the cable again, he notices that Blake is now standing woozily, and not wanting to let what could be his last chance at victory be spoiled, Leary leaps off the top rope looking for a hurracanrana, but Blake catches him and hits 'True Class' to collectively stop the hearts of the LA crowd. Blake now slowly crawls towards the turnbuckle as the crowd is raining down malicious heel heat on him, but this soon turns to massive applause when Leary gets back on all fours and crawls after him, leaving a bowling ball-sized blood stain on the canvas behind him. Blake is standing on top rope, leaning against the cage as Leary uses the cage for support, standing on the middle rope. Looking to get away from Leary, Blake begins to climb to the top of the cage, but Leary follows him and soon the two men are duking it out as Blake sits on top of the cage and Leary stand on the top ring rope. Leary gains the advantage and hooks Blake up for what looks to be a superplex from the cage, and the crowd comes to their feet, but Blake fights out of it and pulls Leary up to the top of the cage with him, balancing precariously as the two men stand up and Blake delivers and UNGODLY brainbuster right from the top of the cage to the ring, causing the crowd to erupt in a deafening 'OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!'. A tremendous 'HOLY SHIT' change booms through the arena as both Blake True and Jason Leary look to be completely destroyed. The 'Holy Shit' chant last a solid minute or two until finally, Blake True crawls to the turnbuckle, climbs and makes his way across the cables to retrieve the contract. Jason Leary tries to sit up and reach up to stop Blake, but soon collapses as Blake grabs the contract, dropping from the cables in exhaustion. The crowd cheers wildly for an incredible match.
MM: UNBELIEVEABLE!!! ABSOLUTELY UN-BE-FREAKIN'-LEIVEABLE!!!
T: My sentiments exactly Mac! Blake True, after an extremely brutal X Cage match, has won himself a shot at the King of the Deathmatch trophy in the finals of this tournament.
Winner,
and advancing to the final round: Blake True
(THE ACTION RETURNS TO MADISON SQUARE GARDEN WHERE PEZ IS STANDING BY BACKSTAGE WITH A TITLELESS WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, 'FLAWLESS' MIKE MITCHELL. WE CAN HEAR THE CROWD GOING WILD AS SNIFF BEGINS TO SPEAK.)
P: I'm here with the reigning TFWF World Heavyweight Champion, a man who unfortunately had the title belt stolen from him a few weeks ago by the very man he will face in tonight's main event. Champ, do you have any thoughts on facing the man tonight who was, at one point, your closest friend?
(MIKE STARES AT SNIFF FOR A WHILE AND PEZ BECOMES VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AS MIKE METHODICALLY TAKES A HOLD OF THE MICROPHONE AND MOVES IT TOWARDS HIM.)
MM: ...Any thought, Sniff? Does the Flawless One have any thoughts aboot going one-on-one over the World Heavyweight Championship with the guy who just so happened to have been closer to me in the past 6 or 7 years than FAMILY, and stabbed me in the back... Yeah, I got thoughts Sniff. I've got quite a anthology of notions and deliberations floating around my skull aboot how exactly it came to Mike Mitchell putting his belt on the line against his former best friend, turned bitter enemy.
(SNIFF TRIES TO APOLOGISE FOR APPARENTLY HITTING A NERVE, BUT MIKE QUICKLY CUTS HIM OFF.)
MM: No, no, no Pez, you ask the Champ what he thinks, the Champ is gonna tell you what he thinks, and right now, the Champ is thinking aboot the irony of this whole situation, you know? It's ironic, that I'm standing here, backstage, only an hour or so away from competing for the greatest title in this sport, in the greatest arena in this sport, against an opponent with whom I can be certain to deliver one of the greatest matches in this sport... This should be the best night of my life Pez, but instead it could quite possibly be the worst, because I cannot think of a worse situation than to face a close friend, a betrayer, and to put everything on the line for one night. It's a no-win situation in what, only a few months ago, would have been a dream come true. How's that for irony?
(PEZ TRIES TO RESPOND, BUT MIKE CUTS HIM OFF AGAIN.)
MM: And isn't it ironic.. that this all started because a man who had all the admiration in the world, left it all behind so that he could be admired? Isn't it ironic that this man wanted to step out of my shadow so that he could sink into the darkness? You know, one year ago tonight, we were on top of the world as Tag Team Champions, and now we're determined to tear each other apart over a belt so different, yet so similar... It's ironic that tonight I should face a man who goes by the name Rhys Pect, when I have no respect left for him.
But this is not a music video, and my name is not Alanis Morissette, so I'm not going stand here all night and talk aboot irony. I accepted this opportunity to face Rhys Pect, because he is simply a quandary that needs to be nipped in the bud before it is allowed to grow and envelope this company like a cancer. Tonight, I am going to put an end to this; tonight... it's over. I exorcise all my demons... Tonight.
(MIKE
STARES AT PEZ WITH INTENSITY AS WE CAN HEAR THE ENERGY THE CROWD IS GENERATING.
FINALLY, MIKE TURNS AROUND AND STROLLS OFF THE SET WITH A LOOK OF DETERMINATION
IN HIS EYES AND PEZ CALLS FOR THE ACTION TO GO BACK.)
King
of the Deathmatches Semi Final Match - I Quit Match
JC McDonald vs Sebastian Cross
MATCH OPENING...bell rings for the match to begin, Cross looks a little wary of McDonald who's size and strength is sure to be an advantage in this match. The two lock up and JC pushes Cross to the ground. Sebatian gets back to his feet and the two lock up again. JC pushes him back down and Cross looks a little annoyed. They again lock up and Cross this time takes the initiative and kicks JC in the gut. He moves behind McDonald and dropkicks him into the ropes, as JC rebounds, Cross grabs JC by the head and pulls him down in a nasty looking neckbreaker. He gets back to his feet and hits JC with a leg drop. Cross gets back to his feet and hits McDonald with a springboard moonsault. The crowd cheers as Cross grabs the mic from the referee.
MM: Great start by Seb Cross in the opening of this semi final match.
T: But you gotta ask the question Mac, can he really beat The Mould…
As Cross shoves the mic into the face of JC he gets a slap across his own face from the Axis man. McDonald gets back to his feet and Cross rushes him, but JC is quick to react and picks Cross up and spins him round before planting him with an absolutely vicious sidewalk slam. Cross bounces off the ring mat like he has been in a car crash before rolling out onto the floor. JC is quick to follow suit and picks Sebastian straight up before Irish Whipping him into the protective barrier at ringside. Cross hits the barrier and his momentum carries him over the top and into the crowd. McDonald and the ref are quick to follow as the crowd disperses away from the prone body of the fan favourite.
MM: And as quick as that, McDonald turns the tie round. One big move from the behemoth and now he is in total control.
T: Exactly my point Mac, the man is a well oiled machine and you have to give him credit for that. He certainly knows how to make you hurt.
MATCH MIDDLE...McDonald gets Cross back to his feet and just punches him square in the jaw, sending the smaller of the two flying. McDonald then shouts out for the finish. He picks Sebastian back up and places his head between his legs. As he raises him up for the 'Perfecto' Cross adjusts his weight and hits McDonald with a Tornado DDT on the concrete floor. The crowd pop wildly as McDonald rolls along the floor and then down a flight of stairs into the backstage area.
MM: And another quick turnaround in this match. I have to admit I don't know where this one is going.
T: Wow, Cross looked like dead wood there and now he is the drivers seat once again. Fair play to the boy.
Cross is slow to get back to his feet, and he still looks a little stunned when he finally does stand, but he is quick to follow JC down the stairs into the backstage area. He grabs a chair off a fan who is left standing up as he descends. McDonald is in a heap on the base of the stairs. Cross kicks him to which JC slowly responds. Seb waits for him to get back to his feet before powering the steel folding chair into the back of JC McDonalds head, you can hear the crowd pop in the arena as McDonald goes straight back down to the floor. Cross grabs the referees mic and shoves it in JC's face.
SC: Say I quit!
JCM: Get…. Fucked….
Cross rams the mic into McDonalds head before passing it back to the referee. He picks JC up and hurls him into a wall. He runs at JC with the chair but McDonald moves out of the way. Cross turns and ducks a clothesline attempt from JC. Cross again runs at McDonald but JC grabs him and throws Cross through a door into an office inside the arena. The man sat at the desk of the office freezes in position at the sight of the two men battling in front of him. Cross hits McDonald with a chop. To which JC retaliates, they go back and forth until JC boots Cross in the gut. And very quickly hits a spinning 'Perfecto' through the office workers desk. The mans papers scattering and his computer landing on top of Cross. The man is still sat there, frozen as JC grabs the mic.
JCM: Say I Quit you son of a bitch!!!!
SC: N……………….o………………….
MM: What a move by McDonald there, and you have to feel sorry for the man who is sat with Sebastian Cross at his feet.
T: This is what the TFWF is all about. Let's see some more!!!
JC is quick to pick Cross back up and takes him out through and adjacent door to which they entered. They are in a quiet corridor and McDonald throws Cross from wall to wall. With the lightweight bouncing with every slam. JC then takes a picture off the wall of the corridor, and smashes it over the head of Cross, a shard of glass tearing at his arm on its way down to the floor. Cross stands there for a second, very groggily until JC boots him square in the face. Sending Seb back down to the floor and amongst the glass. JC picks Seb back up and takes him through another door, this time they end up in a refreshment area where TFWF crew are assembled. McDonald takes Cross straight to the auderves and begins picking the food up and putting it in Cross's face.
MM: Now this is too far, McDonald is humiliating Sebastian Cross here. This isn't wrestling.
T: Mahoney, this is all down to Seb cross and his levels of restraint and endurance. He has to say I Quit for this to end. Other than that, anything goes. Whether we agree with it or not.
FINISH...JC picks up what looks to be a cheesecake of some sort and as he turns around Cross kicks him square in the balls. The pop from the crowd can be heard as McDonald stops in his track, the pain emanating from his face. He drops the cake and Cross is quick to capitalise with a Hurracaranna take over on McDonald, who is sprawled out on the floor of the kitchen area. The crew in attendance applaud Seb as signals for something. JC slowly gets back to his feet and Cross goes for the 'Re-Liberation' but McDonald powers out, Cross hits a forearm to McDonalds face and this time does hit the 'Re-Liberation' much to the pleasure of the crowd inside the large room. Cross goes straight for the ref's mic and as he puts it in the face of McDonald he is shoved out of the way by Shane Anderson. Who is quick to grab cross and snap suplex him on the floor. Shane then picks Cross up and throws him onto the table where the food is situated. When suddenly, Blake True comes into the picture. Shane puts his hands into a clasp and Blake places a foot into the clasp. As Shane lifts Blake kicks out and Lands a beautiful Moonsault on Cross and through the table. The boos from the crowd can be heard inside the room as JC comes back into the picture. Holding what looks like a hot water dispenser. He stands over Sebastian and empties the boiling contents of the container all over the frail, writhing body of Cross. His screams echoing in the large room. And then as if too add insult to injury, Shane Anderson locks Cross in 'The Confession', and the screams Cross lets out only intensify as Shane pulls back on the hold. JC then forces the mic into Sebastian's face and he utters the two words JC is longing to hear.
MM: This is sick, and this is robbery. Axis has screwed Sebastian Cross. End of story.
T: Don't be so harsh Mac, JC McDonald had a contingency plan to advance in this competition, and it paid off. Good for him. Although it may not be the right thing, it got the job done.
Shane is still holding onto the hold as JC gets in the face of Sebastian and insults him with every name under the sun.
Winner,
and advancing to the final round: JC McDonald
(THE CAMERAS CUT BACK TO NEW YORK WHERE PEZ IS STANDING BY RHYS PECT, WHO IS PROUDLY STANDING WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AROUND HIS WAIST. THE CROWD CAN BE HEARD BOOING FEROCIOUSLY AS PEZ SPEAKS.)
P: Well ladies and gentlemen I am standing by the challenger for the World Heavyweight title, Rhys Pect. Who indeed has stolen…
RP: Stolen? STOLEN?! Let me tell you something Pez… this belt has not been stolen. But rather this belt has been SAVED. As I am the real World Champ! When did you see my shoulders pinned to the mat at Ice Storm? When have you seen me walk out on tournaments when representing this company? And the final question to hit it home… who brought who into the TFWF? Everything that man has done in the TFWF is thanks to me! And not once did I ever hear a 'thank you' from that ignorant shit-talking mouth! Tonight, the critics are silenced… the 'flaws' of Mike Mitchell are revealed… The time for talking is done, the time for talking comes to an end… and the time for fighting is now! I fight for what is true to this business! I fight for the dedication to this sport! I fight… FOR AXIS! Tonight… is the Night of the Revolution… you hear that, Mike? REVOLUTION! The world turns once again… and this time it's on MY command!
(PECT PUSHES PAST PEZ AND INTO THE AXIS LOCKER ROOM AS THE CAMERAS CUT TO RING SIDE AT NEW YORK.)
[FLASHBACK: 2 YEARS PREVIOUS AND THE FEUD WHICH SHOOK THE WORLD IS SHOWN IN BLACK AND WHITE. RECENT IMAGES SHOW ANGEL BEING STALKED AS HIS REEMEREGENCE AS THIS SUPER FACE IS HIGHLIGHTED. THE FINAL IMAGE SHOWS THE SHOCKING REVELATION THAT THE MYSTERY MAN WAS TIGER YOUNG.]
JH:
This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental
Championship…
(REALLY BIG CROWD POP.)
*FALL FROM GRACE - NO SECRET'S PLAYS*
(SUPER MEGA FACE 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: A serious look on the face of the man who tonight meets probably his biggest rival of all time…I have goose pimples.
SJ: (sarcastic) Try clearsil…
JH: And his opponent…
*'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS*
(ANOTHER SUPER MEGA FACE 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 235 pounds…Tiger Young!!!
SC: He is back folks! He is damn well back!
SJ: Oh joy of joys….
MATCH OPENING... Both men stand at opposite sides of the ring looking at each other as the crowd is buzzing like crazy. Tiger Young a smile on his face and complete fury on Angels. They get to the middle of the ring and ignore the lock ups and they go straight to punching the hell out of each as each blow elicits a reaction from the crowd. Tiger gets full control early on as he takes Angel and whips him into the corner and then does a running clothesline taking down Angel. Tiger stands victorious as the crowd is going crazy.
SC: Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would see Tiger Young versus Fallen Angel again in 2006 and my GOD Tiger has not lost a beat.
SJ: He shocked everyone including myself when he made his return last week taking out both Angel and The Management!
MATCH MIDDLE...Angel manages to regain some control and he goes after Tiger's neck with a series of suplexes. He hits a killer german suplex with a bridge pin and the referee counts 1….2… Tiger manages to kick out. They spill out to ringside and Angel throws Tiger into the corner post busting him wide open. Angel grabs a chair and throws it in the ring and he rolls Tiger back inside also.
SJ: Just like Angel to try and have the unfair advantage!
SC: This is a surprising move by Angel, but with the referee in the ring I wonder how he will use it.
FINISH.. Angel raises up Tiger, who gives him a lowblow and pushes him into the referee. The referee goes down. Tiger goes to clothesline Angel, but Angel grabs him and drops him with an STO! Angel grabs the chair and raises it up. He sizes up Tiger, who goes to his feet. He ducks the chair shot, he then kicks Angel in the gut and hits him with the 'Sabretooth'. He pins him as the referee counts 1….2….3.
Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Tiger Young
Tiger grabs the chair and he waits for Angel to get up and blasts him with it. He keeps attacking him as referees come from the back and pull Tiger off Angel. The referee hands Tiger Young the Championship as 'Welcome to the Jungle' blares over the PA, and a bloody Fallen Angel is left in the ring.
SC: My God, Tiger Young has come back with a vengeance. He has left Fallen Angel a bloody mess in that ring.
SJ: And we have a NEW intercontinental Champion Scoop! Looks like Tiger has not missed a beat.
(HYPE VIDEO FOR AARON AND JAKE ONCE MORE.)
(WE SEE DONNOVAN MIDAS WALKING BACKSTAGE SHAKING THE HANDS OF AGENTS AND STAFF, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN HE STOPS DEAD IN HIS TRACKS. STARING AT SOMEONE WE DON'T SEE)
DM: What …what are you doing here???
(THE CAMERA TURNS AROUND AND WE SEE NONE OTHER THAN FORMER CWA CHAMPION FUSION STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM)
F: Hello Midas! I am sorry for stealing your thunder, but well there never was thunder for you to being with.
(MIDES IS JUST STARING AS FUSION CONTINUES)
F: You see all this talk about some major star showing up here tonight was factual. But they sure as hell were not talking about you. No Midas, the big star is none other… THAN ME!
(THE CROWD CAN BE HEARD GOING CRAZY OVER THIS. MIDAS AND FUSION HAVE A GREAT STAREDOWN AS WE GO TO ANOTHER INTERVIEW)
(HYPE SPLIT VIDEO SHOWING HOW BOTH MEN GOT TO THE FINAL.)
King of the Deathmatches Final Match - Rangers Rules
JC McDonald vs Blake True
MM: Well folks after all the bloodshed, after all the amazing moves and heart stopping moments it comes down to two men, Blake True and JC McDonald. One thing is for sure, one member of Axis will be crowd the King of the Deathmatches tonight.
T: I just hope we get a real match out of the these two. The last thing we need is Axis pulling some stunt to ruin what has been the best King of the Deathmatch tournament in TFWF history.
MM: I know Axis are capable of a lot of things Tremere but this tournament means more to both men than playing by the Axis game plan. Both True and McDonald know what winning this tournament will mean to their career here in the TFWF, let's just hope they give us a final deserving of what has been a great tournament.
The electrified cage is lowered down around the ring as the crowd go nuts. Both True and McDonald are beat up from their matches earlier in the night, but both men look focused and ready for one final battle. The cage is set and the fifteen minute timer appears on the TA-tron.
MM: Just to recap for you folks at home. This match is the most brutal the TFWF have ever devised. An electrified steel cage surrounds the ring. There are C4 explosives set in all the turnbuckles. Once the fifteen minute time limit is up the charges in the turnbuckles will detonate. Hold onto your hats people, this is going to be one hell of a match.
MATCH OPENING...The bell sounds to start the final match of the tournament as the crowd let out an almighty roar. McDonald and True slowly walk towards each other. The crowd don't know what to expect as the two Axis members face off in the middle of the ring. True holds out his hand to McDonald to shake, but McDonald response with a stiff kick to the midsection and then begins to pummel True with forearms to the back. The beginning of the match continues this way with McDonald on the offence like a man possessed. He throws True around the ring with ease, hitting a variety of suplexes and slams. He nails True with a brutal looking brain buster and makes a cover, 1.…2.…True rolls his shoulder off the mat. McDonald stay in control and shoves True back into the corner and tees off with big forearm shots to the head. He whips True out the corner and then follows up with a stiff clothesline in the opposite corner. True looks in real trouble as McDonald heaves him up on his shoulder. He charges at the cage but True is able to wriggle free and shoves McDonald towards the cage, but McDonald stops just in time. He turns around and True flattens him with a spinning heel kick!! McDonald is down as Pect hit's a spinning leg drop and then goes to the top and scores with a senton splash. He makes the cover, 1.…2.…McDonald kicks out. True stays in control using his speed and highflying skills. He whips McDonald off the ropes and then drops down, McDonald runs over him and hit's the opposite ropes, he comes back off the ropes and True leapfrogs over him. McDonald hit's the ropes again and this time True nails him with a drop kick right to the face!! McDonald staggers back against the ropes and True charges but McDonald catches him and heaves True over head and into the electrified cell!!!! True is shocked badly and flips backwards yelling in pain!! The crowd can't believe it! McDonald looks around as True writhes on the mat in pain. McDonald makes the cover, 1.…..2.…at the last possible second True kicks out with the timer at ten minutes.
MM: Well folks looks like we won't have to worry about these two ruining this final. McDonald and True are putting their bodies on their line.
T: I didn't think they would do it but McDonald and True are beating the hell out of each other and these fans love it!!
MATCH MIDDLE...is an all out slug fest as McDonald hammers True into submission. He nails him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but can't get the pin. McDonald continues to beat on True, he drops him face first into the turnbuckles and then hit's a huge piledriver! He cover True but again he kicks out! The counter is at 8.24 as McDonald goes to exit the cage but True crawls across the canvas and grabs McDonald by the leg!!! McDonald looks down at True with a look of shock on his face, he goes to stomp on True but he is too quick and sends McDonald over with a dragon leg whip!! He staggers to his feet and then drags McDonald close to the ropes. He sets McDonald up and looks to be going for a figure four but McDonald is too strong and blocks it, so True drops both legs into the groin of McDonald!! He sets him again but this time sends McDonald flying with a slingshot into the electrified cage!!! McDonald yells out in pain as the vaults course through his body, he staggers backwards and True is waiting with a school boy roll up, 1.…..2.…..McDonald just kicks out in time!! The crowd can't believe it and actually cheer the efforts of both men. The counter is as 6.45 as True starts to climb the turnbuckles. McDonald is still out as True sets himself and then leaps up landing a perfect shooting star press onto McDonald!!! He makes the cover, 1.….2.…McDonald kicks out again just in time!! True can't believe it and hammers the mat in frustration. He grabs the referee and starts arguing about the count as McDonald starts to stir with the counter at 5.32.
MM: True can't believe he didn't get the pin fall on McDonald there! These two have gone through hell tonight and they keeping kicking out.
T: True needs to keep his eye on the clock and not worry about the referee. There's less than five minutes left before those charges go off.
FINISH...of the match comes as True drags McDonald up. He hits him with some hard chops to the chest and backs him into the corner. He sits McDonald on the top turnbuckle and then climbs up slowly to join him. He nails McDonald with some weak punches as he is almost out on his feet. He leaps up and lands on McDonald's shoulder and hit's a hurricanranna sending McDonald flying off the top turnbuckle. True makes the cover, 1.….2.…McDonald kicks out again as the crowd 'ohh.' The timer is at 3.15 as True drags McDonald up and backs him into the corner again. He then goes to the opposite side and rips away at the turnbuckles exposing the C4 charges underneath!! The crowd pop big time as True pulls the charge off and then places it in the middle of the ring. He lifts McDonald up onto the turnbuckles again and climbs up going for the hurricanranna again. He jumps up and lands on McDonald's shoulders, but McDonald blocks it and heaves True up and leaps off the turnbuckles. He plants True with 'The Perfecto' right onto the C4 charge which explodes!!!! The crowd are going nuts as True rolls around the ring in total agony. McDonald is clutching at his arm which looks burnt to hell as the counter is at 1.34.
MM: I don't believe what I just saw, a Perfecto onto a C4 charge!! These men are supposed to be team mates.
T: Well it's King of the Deathmatch Mahoney and team mates don't come into it!!
McDonald rolls over and looks up at the counter, it's down to 1.15!! McDonald slowly gets to his feet as True lays motionless on the mat. McDonald looks at the door of the cage and then down at True. He then walks back over to True and heaves him up by the hair. He signals for another 'Perfecto' as the crowd all rise to their feet. McDonald heaves True up, but True wriggles down McDonald's back!! He flips McDonald over and then heaves him up into 'The True Class' the crowd are freaking out as True plants McDonald with 'The True Class!!!!' True is exhausted and looks up at timer. Only 20 seconds left!!! True crawls on all fours towards the door of the cage and the referee's open it….
10.….9.…..8.…..7.….6.…..
True falls out the ring through the cage door as the bell sounds to signal the end of the match!!!!
5.…..4.…..3.…
McDonald is on his knees in the middle of the ring as the crowd count down with the clock…
2.….1.…
The turnbuckles all explode at the same time and McDonald crashes down to the mat covering his head. True dives out the way as one side of the cage gives way and crashes down at ringside!! The crowd are going crazy as officials and EMT's rush the ring to check on McDonald as on the outside the referee raises Blake's hand in victory!! He collapses to the ground exhausted as the crowd freak out.
MM: My God he did it, Blake True has just done the unthinkable and won the King of the Deathmatch tournament. The man who many thought wouldn't risk his body has done just that and won the damn tournament I can't believe this!!
T: Mahoney this is something I thought I would never say but Blake True just proved himself as a true warrior to everyone in this arena. Unbelievable!!
MM: We never thought he would do it. We never thought he'd let himself get hurt and by god he did. But what an effort by JC McDonald. Both men proved tonight that they are indeed hardcore and they have both made history here. What a match, what a night!!
McDonald and True are both loaded onto stretchers as the crowd give them a standing ovation.
Winner and 2006 King of the Deathmatches: Blake True
(ACTION GOES BACK TO NEW YORK)
SC: I can't believe what we have just witnessed. Blake True is the King of the Deathmatches?
SJ: And you better believe it punk! Blake showed he isn't just a pretty face and he won the tournament for Axis.
SC: I can't imagine JC is going to be too pleased with True.
SJ: That isn't true and you know it. Axis are a team and as long as they have the Tournament Title in the bag, that's all that matters. Now Pect brings home the World title and it's been one hell of a night for the best stable in TFWF history.
SC:
Well believe me, The Flawless One is going to have plenty to say about
that. So it's come down to this, former tag team champions and best friends,
now sworn enemies with the biggest prize in wrestling on the line. Let's
see how this all came about.
[FLASHBACK:
LAST YEAR AND THE DRAMATIC FORMING OF AXIS WHEN PECT TURNED ON MITHCELL
IS HIGHLIGHTED. THE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH WHICH SAW TORCH PINNED, BUT NOT
PECT IS ALSO SHOWN. RECENT ATTACKS ON ONE ANOTHER INCLUDING PECT STEALING
THE WORLD TITLE AND CLAIMING HE IS THE REAL WORLD CHAMPION.]
(BELL
RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for…THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
(BIGGEST CROWD POP OF THE NIGHT.)
*'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS*
(MEGA 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…Rhys Pect!!!
SC: The hopes and dreams of Axis pinned on a man who is claiming to be the real World Champion and strutting around with the belt Mitchell deserves.
SJ: Whatever your out there opinion…you like all these idiots will be praising Rhys Pect in a few short moments when he wins!
JH: And his opponent…
*'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS*
(BIGGEST CROWD POP OF THE NIGHT. 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…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…Mike Mitchell!!!
SC: Madison Square Garden are on their feet as The Flawless One is here!
SJ: Boo!!!!
MATCH OPENING... is hot as both men square off in the middle of the ring. The crowd are right behind Mitchell and chant his name as he and Pect trash talk to each other. Pect shoves Mitchell in the chest but the World Champion returns with a big slap to the face!! The crowd pop big time as the two men have an intense lock up in the middle of the ring. Neither man can get an advantage and they break apart. They lock up again and Mitchell is able to take control with a side headlock. Pect shoves him against the ropes and tries to shove Mitchell off but he holds onto the headlock like a pit bull. He brings Pect down to the mat with the head lock and grinds it in tight. Pect is able to roll back and pins Mitchell to the mat but Mitchell kicks up at 1 and holds onto the side head lock. They battle for control but Mitchell keeps the headlock on tight. Pect pushes Mitchell towards the corner but Mitchell steps onto the bottom and then middle rope and then swings over Pect and drags him down to the mat again! The crowd are loving it as Pect slams his fists off the mat in frustration and Mitchell responds by grinding the headlock even tighter. Pect is able to get to his feet and grabs Mitchell's legs and plants him with a back drop suplex! Mitchell lets the headlock go and Pect is on his feet kicking away at Mitchell in the face and chest. He nails Mitchell with some hard punches and then lifts him to his feet he hit's a few European uppercuts and backs Mitchell against the ropes. Pect whips him off the ropes and then flattens Mitchell with a flying leg lariat. He makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell kicks out as the crowd cheer. Pect goes for a side head lock of his own but Mitchell is able to counter it and hooks his headlock back on Pect again to the delight of the crowd. Mitchell is laughing as he grinds the headlock, he brings Pect up to his feet, then hooks a wrist lock and spins around behind Pect, he shoves him face first to the mat and then slaps Pect on the back of the head to a big crowd pop!
SC: Mike Mitchell took a few hits there, but he's got the advantage over Pect again. These two know each other so well it's going to be a back and forth battle.
SJ: Back and forth nothing, Rhys Pect has Mitchell's number and the so called Flawless One knows it, trust me.
MATCH MIDDLE... sees Pect taking control as the two go to lock up Pect cuts him off with a knee to the mid section. He lands two more stiff knee shots to the face before whipping Mitchell off the ropes, Pect takes him over with a hurricanranna and goes for the cover, 1.…..2.…Mitchell rolls his shoulder off the mat. Pect sits on his chest and nails him with right hands over and over, Mitchell is able to block it and gets a leg scissors and tries to bring Pect over, but Pect stop it with a stiff elbow to the face. Pect drops a knee across Mitchell's face and then drags him to his feet, he kicks him in the midsection and then scores with a snap suplex, Pect hangs on and hits another snap suplex. He hangs on again and heaves Mitchell up and drops him across the top rope!! The fans boo Pect as he leaves Mitchell hanging and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and lands a leg drop across the back of Mitchell flipping him off the top rope and sends him crashing to the floor!! Pect is on him like a shot and rams Mitchell's head into the ring barricade. Pect then lifts Mitchell and drops him crotch first across the barricade. He climbs up onto the ring apron and then leaps with a flying side kick to the head that sends Mitchell into the front row of the fans!! The crowd are booing Pect like crazy as he slides back in the ring and strikes a pose. Pect waits for Mitchell to stand up and then he charges at the ropes and flips over landing a tope on Mitchell in the front row!! The fans go nuts for the move but boo Pect as he flips them off and drags Mitchell back over the barricade. The match rages on with Pect in control, he goes to work on Mitchell's right leg by ramming him into the ring steps and then dropping him knee first across the steps. Pect takes his time to work Mitchell's knee over, he drives it into the mat over and over. Pect uses the ropes to hooks Mitchell's leg and then drop his full weight onto it. He gets Mitchell in a leg grapevine but the Champion is able to get to the ropes and break the hold. Pect keeps working over the knee with a variety of holds but Mitchell is able to break out before he is forced to tap out. Mitchell is able to fight back in a great spot, when Pect leaps off the top rope looking for a frog splash but Mitchell gets both knees up into the mid section of Pect. He then fire off with chops to the chest that stagger Pect. Mitchell throws him out the corner with a belly to belly suplex and makes the cover, 1.…2.…Pect kicks out. Just as Mitchell looks to be getting in control Pect gets a thumb to the eye and then a drop kick to the knee of Mitchell.
SC: Mike Mitchell has taken one hell of a beating to his leg and knee in this match and just when he looks like he's coming back, Pect cuts him off.
SJ: And it's about to get even worse for him!!
Pect takes Mitchell to the corner and then sits him on the top turnbuckle he climbs up next to him and heaves Mitchell off the top and brings his knee crashing down across Pect's knee!! Mitchell is writhing in pain as Pect signals that the match is over and hooks Mitchell up in 'The Necessary!!!!' Mitchell is writhing in pain as Pect has the hold locked in tight! Mitchell struggles towards the ropes but just as he reaches the ropes Pect pulls him back into the middle of the ring!!! Mitchell is in real trouble and looks ready to tap out, he struggles to the ropes and finally reaches the ropes as Pect screams abuse at him. Pect drops an elbow across Mitchell's back and then goes to hook him up in 'The Necessary' again but Mitchell is able to block it and rolls Pect up, 1.….2.…Pect just kicks out of the surprise pin attempt. Pect is up first and goes for a clothesline but Mitchell ducks it and hit's a great swinging neck breaker to Pect!! The crowd all start rallying behind Mitchell as he seems to be getting his second wind. He shakes off his knee and grabs Pect by the hair and heaves him up and scores with a perfect full nelson suplex with a bridge, 1.….2.….Pect kicks out just in time to some big crowd heat. Mitchell is up and hobbles to the outside, he vaults over the ropes with a leg drop to the back of Pect's head. Pect is dazed as Mitchell picks Pect up and sets him for a power bomb. He heaves Pect up and then hit's a power bomb into the turnbuckles!!! Pect is out cold as Mitchell drags him out of the corner and makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect rolls his shoulder off the mat just in time!!! Mitchell is in full control as he lifts Pect up onto the turnbuckles. He climbs up with him and hit's a massive double under hook superplex onto Pect!! The crowd roar as Mitchell makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect again kicks out just in time!!
SC: This is unbelievable, both men are hitting each other with everything they've got but they keep kicking out!!
FINISH... of the match comes with both men trading punches as the crowd roars in approval. Mitchell gets the advantage backs Pect against the ropes, he whips him off the ropes and catches Pect on the return with a stiff lariat. He makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect kicks out. Mitchell is on his feet but still favouring his knee, he lifts Pect to his feet and then plants him with a power bomb, he holds onto Pect's legs and makes the cover, 1.…2...Pect kicks out but Mitchell holds on and turns into a cross face!!! The crowd are chanting for Pect to tap out as Mitchell leans back increasing the pressure. Pect looks like he is ready to tap out but instead grabs Mitchell's legs and rolls back into the cover, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out of the hold. The two men get to their feet but Pect gets an arm drag into a pinning combination, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out, the two men trade pinning combinations, Pect has the advantage, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out, he hooks up Pect, 1.…2.…Pect kicks out, Pect rolls into the cover, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out, both men leap to their feet, Pect goes for a clothesline but Mitchell ducks and brings Pect down with a backslide, 1.….2.….Pect kicks out. Mitchell is up and waits for Pect and then goes for a superkick but Pect catches his foot and kicks him in the bad knee!! Mitchell crumples to the mat as Pect hooks on 'The Necessary!!' again in the centre of the ring!!! Pect is screaming at Mitchell to tap out as he increases the pressure again! Mitchell crawls to the ropes but Pect drags him back into the middle of the ring! He is screaming at Mitchell to tap as the Champion refuses to give up!! Pect has the hold lock in tight and won't let it go, Mitchell again crawls to the ropes but Pect pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Mitchell raises his arm and looks ready to tap as the crowd are going nuts, he hand hovers above the mat, but he doesn't tap. The pain looks to be too much and Mitchell goes limp. Pect yells at the referee to check him, the referee lifts Mitchell's arm and it drops, the referee lifts the Champions arm again and again it falls to the mat!! Pect is yelling in triumph as the referee lifts Mitchell's arm for the third and final time, he lets go and it drops but Mitchell comes back around just in time to stop his arm hitting the mat!!!
SC: I can't believe it Mike Mitchell is still hanging on in there.
SJ: Not for much longer, new Champion baby, new Champion
The crowd pop is off the charts as Mitchell struggles around and is somehow able to reverse out of the hold and brings Pect down into his 'Four Leaf Clover!!!!' The crowd can't believe it as now Pect looks ready to tap out!! He is hanging on and somehow turns out of the hold and Mitchell lets go falling back to the mat!! Mitchell is clutching at his injured knee as Pect gets to his feet. He lifts Mitchell up and kicks him in the mid section and then plants him with 'The Perfected and Respected' to some massive crowd heat!!! Pect looks to make the cover but instead points to the top turnbuckle!!! Mitchell looks out cold as Pect slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle! The crowd are booing like crazy as Pect flips the crowd off from the top! Suddenly Mitchell leaps to his feet and rushes at the turnbuckles and brings Pect off the top with a great looking suplex type move!! Pect is stunned as Mitchell grabs him and plants him with the 'Flawless Circa 91' to a huge crowd pop!! He makes the cover, 1.….2.…somehow Pect kicks out!! Mitchell can't believe it! He look down at Pect and shakes his head, he heaves Pect to his feet and plants him with a second 'Flawless Circa 91!!' The crowd count along with the referee, 1.….2.….3!!! The crowd explodes in celebration as Pect kicks out just too late.
SC: He did it, Mike Mitchell did it!! What a match, what a performance by both men! Rhys Pect was so close, but on this occasion Mitchell was able to pull off the win.
SJ: He kicked out, I'm telling you he kicked out!! This is just wrong, plain wrong.
Mitchell falls back exhausted and still clutching at his injured knee as the referee hands him the World Title. Pect is out cold in the middle of the ring as Mitchell is helped to his feet by the referee. Mitchell holds the World Title up to a massive crowd pop as the show goes off the air.
Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Mike Mitchell
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