DATE : Mon 4th June 2007
Monday Mayhem - from Indianapolis, Indiana, USA - Conseco Fieldhouse
[FLASHBACK: WE SEE THE BEST MOMENTS FROM THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF TFWF MONDAY NIGHT MAYHEM. THE MAJOR TALKING POINTS FROM ALL THE CURRENT RIVALRIES ARE SHOWN. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS A VIDEO WITH VOICE OVER CONFIRMING TONIGHT'S UPCOMING MATCHES.]
*'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS*
(THE CROWD IN INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA, EXPLODE WITH CHEERS AS A MASS OF PYRO GOES OFF FROM THE TOP OF THE TA-TRON AND ABOVE THE RING. THE CAMERA RACES ACROSS THE FANS WHO HOLD THEIR SIGNS UP IN THE AIR FOR THE CAMERA TO CATCH, "I PAID TO SEE THE NOVA'S," "PECT IS A DEAD MAN" AND "SAMSON RULES THE EARTH," ARE SOME OF THE EFFORTS WE SEE. THE CAMERA FINALLY SETTLES ON SNOOP AND SCOOP AT RINGSIDE.)
SC: Good evening folks and welcome to the FINAL TFWF Monday Night Mayhem before our biggest Pay Per View event of the year, Death or Glory 2007!! It's the event where TFWF legends have been made and some of the most famous talking points in TFWF history have occurred. Tonight we take the final step to what must be one of the most intense and shocking roads to Death or Glory in TFWF history!
SJ: No doubt about it. It's been a crazy and wild ride these past few months, we've seen blood spilled, families torn apart and we've seen TFWF wrestlers injured and others return. But tonight I'm only thinking about one return and that's the return to in ring competition of Samson!!
SC: That's right tonight the number one contender to the TFWF World Heavyweight Title, The Biblical Monster, Samson, steps into a TFWF ring for a sanctioned match for the first time since the brutal Hell's Prison Match at Highlight Night.
SJ: I've got to say that's genius work from Lester, to keep Samson out of in ring competition for so long. We've both been saying it for weeks, Samson looks bigger, better and badder than ever, he's in peak condition and Mike Mitchell, well we all know he hasn't been in peak condition since 2005!
SC: Well Samson's return aside tonight we've got….
*'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS*
(INTENSE CROWD HEAT. THE ENTIRE ARENA GOES DARK. A SPOT LIGHT HITS THE STAGE. LESTER IS STOOD THERE IN FRONT OF THE THREE MEMBERS OF THE HOUR OF POWER ALL DRESSED IN BLACK HOODED ROBES. THEY ALL WALK SLOWLY TO THE RING.)
SC: Well it looks like The Church have something to say.
SJ: You going to complain?
SC: Nope.
SJ: I thought as much, you coward!
(THE HOUR OF POWER ALL STAND IN THE RING WITH SINISTER SMILES ON THEIR FACES. TREMERE AND ONLEE CARRY THE LARGE HOUR GLASS THAT WAS FORMALLY THEIR TFWF TAG TEAM TITLE BELTS. SAMSON CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES AND THROWS HIS HEAD BACK AS LESTER PACES BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THEM WITH A MIC IN HAND.)
L: Can you feel it in the air my brothers? The time for our Church is now! The TFWF has been beaten into submission and at Death or Glory, we keep what we have earned and Samson brings into our flock the prize that God has set for him as his goal on this mission, the TFWF World Heavyweight Title will soon belong to my Church!
(THE CROWD HEAT IS HUGE AS THE HOUR OF POWER ALL LAUGH AND NOD THEIR HEADS AS LESTER CONTINUES.)
L: But Death or Glory can wait, you see tonight a monster returns to the ring, tonight the most powerful force in TFWF history is stepping into the ring for the first time in months and trust me, he is more than ready to show Mike Mitchell just what kind of pain and suffering he can expect at Death or Glory. Mike Mitchell tonight you will finally have your eyes opened by the truth that has been written in our scripture for months, you can not defeat Samson!
(MORE BIG CROWD HEAT. SAMSON LOOKS ON INTENTLY AS LESTER CONTINUES.)
L: He is on a mission from God that someone like you could never comprehend. Just know this, when you step into the ring later tonight, everything you thought you knew about yourself and your wrestling ability, will be blown away as soon as Samson decides it is time! The TFWF World Heavyweight Title is for the best of best Mitchell and you know as well as I do, Samson is the best, Samson is unstoppable and Samson will NEVER be defeated!!
(THE CROWD HEAT IS HUGE AS TREMERE AND ONLEE LAUGH AND SAMSON NODS HIS HEAD.)
L: Oh and Project Nova, don't think we've forgotten about you…
(LESTER HANDS THE MIC TO TREMERE WHO STEPS FORWARD TO SOME INTENSE CROWD HEAT.)
T: Last week Nova's we did what we have been doing to you for months, we out smarted you, we out wrestled you and we got the better of you! When Brother Onlee slammed that metal spike into Rodriguez's head I could hardly stop myself from laughing. This is too easy Nova's. We've proven you two are nothing, in the eyes of God you're just a pair of bugs that need to be squashed. And at Death or Glory, we will squash you. We have a match for you that will take your souls, that will change your lives forever You two are stepping into your worst possible nightmare and there will be no escape. We have battled for months and at Death or Glory, we end this Nova's, your blood will be spilled, your souls will be raped and you will understand that there is no force more powerful in the TFWF than our Church!
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE HOUR OF POWER LOOK TOTALLY CONFIDENT AS THEY LOOK AROUND THE ARENA WITH DISTAIN.)
*'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS*
(MONSTER CROWD POP! MITCHELL WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS STREET CLOTHES, THE TFWF WORLD TITLE BELT SLUNG OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER. HE IS STILL BANDAGED AFTER SAMSON'S ATTACK TWO WEEKS AGO. THE HOUR OF POWER LOOK AT HIM WITH MURDEROUS INTENT AS HE STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP LOOKING EQUALLY INTENSE. THE CROWD NOISE EVENTUALLY DIES DOWN AND MITCHELL SPEAKS.)
MM: Alright that's enough of the bullshit for now!
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE HOUR OF POWER LOOK FURIOUS AS MITCHELL SMIRKS.)
MM: I'm sure the people will agree with me that if we have to sit through one more minute of this bullshit, we're all going to go and blow our damn heads off, because guys, that's less painful than listening to you.
(ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP.)
MM: Samson you big mute monkey listen up. You might have left me lying in a pool of my own blood a few weeks back, but don't think this is over. No one would deny you've had the better of me for months Samson, you've had things pretty much all your own way, but tonight, that all changes!
(BIG CROWD POP. SAMSON LOOKS MORE ANNOYED AS MITCHELL CONTINUES.)
MM: You see big man, all youR cheap shots and attacks from behind we're all well and good, but tonight and at Death or Glory, you're stepping into the ring for a wrestling match. There's no jumping me from behind and smashing me with a TV set, oh no, you've got to wrestle me Samson, you've got to pin my shoulders to the mat and trust me big man, you don't have the skills to do that. No one on this planet does what I do in the ring Samson, no one comes close to the best wrestler in the world today!
(BIG CROWD POP.)
MM: The good times are coming to an end Samson, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not scared of you big man. I know just what you can do, but I've been waiting for tonight for a long, long time. Tonight big man I'm going to show you what being a wrestling World Champion is all about. You're the one in for a shock tonight Samson cause I'm taking you out and at Death or Glory, this World Title is staying with the only man good enough to hold it, The Machine, Mike Mitchell!
(ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP. SAMSON HAS HEARD ENOUGH AND HE GOES TO STEP FORWARD BUT LESTER STOPS HIM. TREMERE AND ONLEE WON'T BE HELD BACK THOUGH AND THEY GO TO STEP THROUGH THE ROPES WHEN AT THE SAME TIME PROJECT NOVA, WITH CHAIRS IN HAND, APPEAR FROM THE BACK NEXT TO MITCHELL TO A MASSIVE CROWD POP.JAYDEN KNIGHT HANDS MITCHELL A CHAIR AND THE THREE OF THEM HOLD THEIR CHAIRS UP AND MOTION FOR THE HOUR OF POWER TO COME AND GET THEM! THE CROWD ARE GOING CRAZY AS LESTER WHISPERS TO TREMERE AND ONLEE AND THEY BOTH SLOWLY STEP BACK INTO THE RING.)
SC: The tension here tonight is unreal folks, this could get real ugly, real quick!
SJ: Lester should just let them go and take Mitchell and The Nova's out now!
SC: Well folks Mitchell and The Nova's are heading to the back. We're going to take a quick commercial break but we'll be right back with more TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!
(TFWF GOES TO A COMMERCIAL FOR DEATH OR GLORY 2007 LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW.)
(TFWF RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.)
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(IT'S JUST A BIT BEFORE HARDCORE LEGEND'S BIG MATCH WITH LAW AND ORDER AND HE'S WARMING UP. ONCE AGAIN AT THE INFAMOUS HOODLUM LOCKER ROOM. THIS TIME I GUESS YOU COULDN'T SAY IT LOOKS TO BAD. NOT QUIET AS MUCH MOULD. ALBEIT THAT'S JUST LOOKS. THE REAL DISTRACTION IS THE VERY OBVIOUS SOUNDS OF TOILETS FLUSHING AND VARIOUS OTHER UNPLEASANT BATHROOM NOISES. AS IF IT WERE PUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE ARENA RESTROOM. ENTER JOEY LUPINO WHO HAS A VERY PISSED OFF LOOK ON HIS FACE. IN FACT, KIND OF WEARY. PERHAPS THE TIRE OF INVESTIGATION.)
JL: Now, I KNOW that it was Phenom who sent that hooded figure after me last week.
HL: No, you don't.
JL: Yes, I do.
HL: How is that?
JL: I've been doing a bit of...
HL: Quit being so damned paranoid. Right now, I'd say we don't know anything for sure. Honestly, I just think it's best to keep our eyes and ears open. I'm not saying it isn't Phenom. But, suspecting our friend like that is unhealthy. We have to trust him, Joey. At this point there is no other choice.
JL: I just don't like all of the coincidences.
HL: Shit happens. Get over it...
JL: ...
HL: Look, The team isn't doing so well right now. All the time you are spending investigating is all of the time that could be on progress. We don't need accusations right now we need team players. And I'm beginning to question whether you're more interested in helping the team or breaking it apart.
JL: ...Look, Legend I don't...
HL: Joey, not another word about it. In a minute my match tonight starts. Prove your loyalty to the team is more important than this juvenile investigation, ok?
JL: ...Look, man. You know I'm always for the team. You need me to watch your back? Then I'll watch your back... I mean, You know we've had our rocky histories and all but you KNOW you can trust me to get things done, right?
(HARDCORE LEGEND JUST STARES BACK... JOEY LUPINO SEEMS A BIT UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS RESPONSE. PERHAPS HE'S NOT SO CONFIDENT OF JOEY LUPINO'S SUPPORTIVE ABILITIES.)
HL: Look, lets just go out there, ok?
(JOEY LUPINO NODS. HARDCORE LEGEND THEN REACHES INTO HIS LOCKER AND PULLS OUT A BAG. HE THEN PUTS ALL OF HIS WEIGHT EQUIPMENT IN THERE AND PULLS A TOWEL OUT AND WIPES HIS FOREHEAD. HE THEN EXITS AND LUPINO FOLLOWS. AS THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM WE SEE PHENOM IN THE SHADOWS WATCHING HIS TEAM MATES INTENTLY.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.)
SC: Well it looks like the relationship between Joey Lupino and Hardcore Legend is still solid, even if Lupino and Phenom are at each others throats.
SJ: You see the way Phenom was just watching them from the shadows, that's suspicious if you ask me!
SC:
You need to stop spreading rumours about Phenom, he's liable to come
out here and kick your ass! Ok folks it's time for our first match of
the evening!
Hardcore Legend vs Law and Order
(BELL SOUNDS.)
JH: Ladies and gentlemen this is the opening contest of the night and is scheduled for one fall…currently in the ring…from Washington, DC, weighing in at 333 pounds…he is the head of Hellbound security…Law and Order!
(BIG CROWD HEAT. LAW AND ORDER TRASH TALKS TO SOME OF THE RING SIDE FANS AND THEN TURNS TO THE ENTRANCE WAY LOOKING INTENSE.)
SC: This is the big man's first competitive match in a long time, I wonder how he will do?
SJ: Are you kidding me, look at him, he's a monster! He'll rip Legend's moustache off his face and stomp his head into the mat!
JH: And his opponent…
*'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION' - MEGADETH PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. 'HOODLUM'S 4 LIFE' FLASHES ON THE TA TRON AS HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLE WAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…he is a member of The Hoodlums…Hardcore Legend!!!
SC: The crowd are going wild for Legend and he's going right for Law and Order!!
SJ: Typical Hoodlum, attacking before
his opponent is ready!
FINISH...During the match, Joey Lupino emerges to even the score for Hardcore Legend who surprisingly takes an early beating at the hands of Law and Order whom shouldnt be underestimated. Lupino keeps LAO's cronies at bay as LAO fails to connect with a 'Scales of Justice', allowing Legend to capture LAO and finish him off with a 'Ultima Manus' collecting the three over the savy veteran.
Winner, via pinfall: Hardcore Legend
Match Time: 14m27s
Match Rating: 3.5 Stars
SC: Thats a heck of a confidence boost going into Death or Glory 2007 for the Hoodlums as they take the win here and show that they are not afraid of the power of Hellbound.
SJ: I think someone might have something to say about this...
All of a sudden, Phenom emerges from the backstage area in late arrival to aid his buddy. Lupino seizes the opportunity and immediately gets in the face of Phenom and they begin shoving and pushing once more. Hardcore Legend separates them and grabs a microphone.
HL: I don't give a crap anymore what this is about! What this means! Fact is we are mere weeks away from Death or Glory 2007 and we got to work as a damn team! This aint a pissing contest of who has the bigger ball sack! Hellbound are going to have us for breakfast unless we work together...
Legend and the crowd look on. Lupino nods in the direction of Phenom whom nods back, but neither shake hands and make their respective ways to the back seperately.
SC: Well it looks like Hardcore Legend has managed to talk some sense into Lupino and Phenom. Neither man looks happy with the other, but at least they aren't fighting any more!
SJ: How can Legend trust Phenom after everything he's done?
SC: We don't know Phenom did anything! This whole thing stinks and you know it! Speaking of things that stink, I smell desperation in the air and that can mean only one thing! It's time for Blake True's 'True Moment's' show!
SJ: Now this is entertainment!
*'SIMPLY THE BEST' - TINA TURNER PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD HEAT. A VIDEO PICKS UP WITH TRUE STANDING IN A MONTAGE OF CUT OUTS OF MOVIE STARS LOOKING LIKE THEY ARE REAL. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF TRUE BEING TRUE WITH HIS ENTOURAGE IS ALSO SHOWN. TRUE WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING VERY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF.)
SC: Here comes the most delusional TFWF wrestler in history!
SJ: You are an idiot you know that? Blake True is the man to take the TFWF to even greater heights, I mean look at him!
SC: He's a preening idiot!
(BLAKE IS IN FACT PREENING IN FRONT OF HIS NEW MIRROR ON THE 'TRUE MOMENT'S' SET. TRUE LOOKS AROUND AT THE NEW TV SET, BANNER, TABLE AND CHAIRS AND SMILES.)
BT: After the mishap the other week with Samson it's nice to see Ian Monks is true to his word and bought me a whole new set. Now, if only he would agree to get the damn Woman's Justice League off my ass I could concentrate on beating Troy Trinidad at Death or Glory. Who would have thought you could get sued just for slapping a woman's ass? Granted she was the Judge hearing the twelve cases of sexual harassment I'm currently defending, but come on! Where's the justice for Blake? It's like I said to Paris the other day, well I shouted it at her as she ran away from me, there's no justice for the famous in this world!
(THE CROWD BOO AND LAUGH AT BLAKE AS HE POUTS.)
BT: Well it's a good job I'm so incredibly talented that I can deal with all that stress and still beat Troy Trinidad without breaking a sweat. I beat him SO easily last week I thought I was facing Torch again!
(THE CROWD BOO AS THEY KNOW 23 WAS THE ONE TO INCAPACITATE TRINIDAD LAST WEEK ALLOWING BLAKE TO STEAL THE PINFALL.)
BT: I mean granted I did get a teeny weeny bit of help from my new pal 23 but that's besides the point. That's what friends do for each other, plus I promised Cindy I'd do her hair for her to make things right between me and big bad 23! It's great to come back to the TFWF and see people like 23 helping people out, I mean only last week he completely rearranged Amanda Bartsch's face! How nice is that?! He turned her from a hound into a supermodel, all with just the use of some steel ring steps!
(THE CROWD BOO BIG TIME AS BLAKE GOES ON.)
BT: 23 is the kind of guy you can count on, just like Chris Fox. I've seen what he did to Steve Curtis and that she-male Kirsta Lewis! That guy is money, he's the kind of guy I could see taking to Hollywood and making a star! So without further ado, please welcome my guests this week on True Moments and my tag team partners later tonight, Number 23 and Chris Fox!!
(THE CROWD HEAT IS HUGE AS FOX SWAGGERS OUT ONTO THE ENTRANCE RAMP LOOKING REALLY COCKY. DR MILLS AND CINDY APPEAR ALONG WITH 23 AND THEY MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE RING TO A CHORUS OF BIG TIME CROWD HEAT.)
SC: Look at this freak show! Chris Fox looks right at home!
SJ: Have some respect, that's the next TFWF Light Heavyweight Champion you're talking about. I'm sure he's just there to network with Blake and nail Cindy!
(BLAKE WELCOMES FOX WITH A HUG AND THEN GOES TO HUG 23 WHO DROOLS ON HIS HEAD. BLAKE LOOKS DISGUSTED AS DR MILLS AND CINDY APOLOGISE AND PUSH 23 BACK INTO THE CORNER. BLAKE HANDS FOX THE MIC AS HE GOES TO SORT OUT HIS HAIR. FOX LAUGHS INTO THE MIC TO MORE HUGE CROWD HEAT.)
CF: Asshole, butt fuckers and garbage eaters, good evening and welcome to the show!
(MORE BIG CROWD HEAT.)
CF: It's great of Blake to invite me onto his show tonight and he's right, I am money! But you see I'm not in the best of mood's tonight. Last week that skank Kirsta Lewis kicked me in the jaw when I wasn't looking, for no reason at all!
(BIG CROWD HEAT.)
CF: I just want Kirsta to know that if she gets in my way tonight, I'm going to snap her damn neck with my Hybrid Theory and at Death or Glory, I'm taking that bitch's Light Heavyweight Title!
(MORE BIG CROWD HEAT. FOX SMIRKS AND HANDS THE MIC TO DR MILLS.)
DRM: Last week Allen Bartsch you felt the wrath of 23. Last week your wife felt the wrath of 23. For months you've tried to stop my creation and for months you have failed. You stole his Hardcore Title…
(AT THIS 23 LETS OUT AN ANIMAL LIKE YELL AND CINDY HAS TO RESTRAIN HIM. THE CROWD LAUGH AS BLAKE HAS JUMPED INTO FOX'S ARMS. HE HOPS DOWN AND LOOKS EMBARRASSED AS DR MILLS CONTINUES.)
DRM: You knew what would happen if you continued to defy science Bartsch, I can't be held responsible for what happens to your wife. Maybe now you'll understand that at Death or Glory, you can't stop 23 and YOU CAN'T STOP SCIENCE!!
(THE CROWD HEAT IS HUGE AS DR MILLS LAUGHS AND 23 ROARS AGAIN. BLAKE LOOKS TO GET BACK ON THE MIC WHEN SUDDENLY THE CROWD ERUPT WITH CHEERS!)
SC: APB, Trinidad and Dylan are sprinting down the ramp!! They don't want to hear one more minute of this!
SJ: These guys are nuts!!
(THE CROWD ARE GOING WILD AS APB, TRINIDAD
AND DYLAN SLIDE INTO THE RING AS DR MILLS AND CINDY DIVE OUT OF IT! A
REFEREE RUNS DOWN THE RAMP AS ALL SIX MEN BRAWL AND HE CALLS FOR THE BELL,
THE MATCH IS ON!!)
Blake True/Number 23/Chris Fox vs APB/Troy Trinidad/Randall Dylan
FINISH...A match where Fox and True are extremely lucky to have 23 on their side as he is on amazing form and keeps them basically in the contest. Dylan and APB look extremely solid for their team as well, but its Trinidad who is going all guns blazing to start them off. But then it becomes the call of 23 to completely lose the plot he physically grabs at APB and pulls him towards the back throwing him and his broken body from a few weeks back into the steel guarders along the way. He picks up APB and under the instruction of Miles Mills chokeslams him onto the steel ramp. 23 bellows once more, but to everyones surprise APB gets to his feet and low blows the monster and spears him through the curtain to the back to huge crowd roar. Back in the ring, Blake True walks straight into a big boot courteosy of Randall Dylan. Dylan then hits the 'Dylan Driver' for the the three count and the win.
Winners, via pinfall: Randall Dylan, APB and Troy Trinidad
Match Time: 11m21s
Match Rating: 2 Stars
Dylan has no time to celebrate as he sees Holliday and Leary on the T.A.T. smashing up their rental car. Jackie Daniels is trying to stop them, but to no avail, Dylan goes storming off to help out. Trinidad is still recovering in the ring when Fox and True see an opportunity to do some damage and go for him.
SC: Typical Fox and True, now they can commence the numbers game double team!
SJ: And this piece of trash Tank deserves it!
SC: Wait, here comes Kirsta Lewis!!!
Lewis comes racing down the ramp from the backstage area and mounts the top rope scoring a flying clothesline taking down the dastardly duo. She lays into Fox with rights and lefts as Trinidad grabs True and pulls him to the outside of the ring. Trinidad picks up Blake and gorilla presses him and throws him flying into the popcorn vender!!!
SC: Truely a site to see!!!
SJ: Bah!
In the ring Fox is trying to get out of the onslaught of Lewis, but she isnt having any of it, but she does miss a right hand and Fox counters with some mace to the face! Lewis stumbles back blinded by it and Fox takes advantage hitting the 'Hybrid Theory' sleeper hold onto Lewis refusing the let go as she passes out.
SC: What an unbelievable scene here from Fox as he has decimate the Light-Heavyweight Champion prior to Death or Glory 2007.
SJ: And justified if you ask me, her post match interference was disgusting!
SC: Kirsta Lewis looks in a lot of pain here folks, Chris Fox kept his promise from earlier!
SJ: Never mind that whore, what about poor Blake! His wrestling gear is ruined, that cost more than Troy Trinidad makes in a month!
SC: Well while we restore order here let's go backstage to Mahoney McMillan who is standing by with comments from Rhys Pect and Sandy Makel.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(WE CUT TO MAHONEY MCMILLAN WHO IS STANDING BACKSTAGE WITH SANDY MAKEL AND RHYS PECT. THE CROWD BOO AT THE SIGHT OF TWO OF THE MOST HATED MEN IN THE TFWF. BOTH MAKEL AND PECT LOOK CONFIDENT AS MAHONEY TURNS TO THEM.)
MM: Sandy, last week we saw you lose to Tiger Young, Rhys Pect's sworn enemy, any thoughts on that match?
SM: Yes Mahoney I do. I think it's a damn disgrace that I was forced to wrestle last week while suffering from flu. My Doctor told me not to even fly out for Mayhem last week, but being the great competitor I am, I did it anyway! Tiger Young isn't the only one who goes against medical advice you know!
(THE CROWD IN THE ARENA BOO AS MAKEL CONTINUES.)
SM: Everyone knows I could have beaten Tiger with my eyes closed, even when I am ill, but my good friend Uncle Rhys wanted me to go easy on the cripple, brain damaged old fuck, so that he would be at 100% to face Rhys at Death or Glory!
(PECT STEPS FORWARD AND TAKES THE MIC FROM MAHONEY.)
RP: Tiger, you might have made the mother off all comebacks these past few weeks, beating us in a tag match and beating Sandy last week, but that all ends at Death or Glory. You and me are going to have a fight, not a match, but a fight and I'm going to take you out of this sport, permanently. There's no one better than Rhys Pect in the big match situation Tiger and at Death or Glory I'm going to end this thing between us once and for all!
(MAKEL NODS HIS HEAD IN AGREEMENT AS PECT LOOKS FIRED UP FOR HIS STREET FIGHT WITH TIGER. MAKEL THEN TAKES THE MIC FROM RHYS.)
SM: Sebastian Cross, I bet you're starting to wish you never won that Intercontinental Title. I bet you're starting to wish you never crossed my path aren't you? Well I'm afraid it's too late to wish away the past Cross, you're facing me at Death or Glory in a ladder match and I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing since day one in the TFWF and that's climbing way above you all the way to top!
(THE CROWD HEAT GOES UP A NOTCH IN THE ARENA AS SELINA WALKS INTO SHOT WITH MEREDITH IN A PRAM. MAKEL LOOKS DOWN AT THE BABY AND SMILES BEFORE LOOKING BACK AT THE CAMERA.)
SM: Cross, Selina and I have been thinking and we've decided that it's time that Meredith was brought into the house of God. That's why we've decided that before Death or Glory we're going to have her Christened. Now, I know you aren't much of a man for religion or God, but I just can't have my daughter going around without being blessed. You're invited of course Cross, you can come on down and try and stop me, but I don't think you've got the balls.
(MAKEL AND PECT LAUGH AND MAKE TO LEAVE BUT PECT TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA.)
RP: Cross, I'm going to maim you tonight, I'm going to rip you to pieces, but I promised Sandy I'd leave enough for him at the ladder match at Death or Glory. See you in a few minutes!
(THE CROWD BOO AS MAKEL, SELINA AND PECT WALK OUT OF SHOT LEAVING MAHONEY SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF.)
(ACTION COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.)
SC: Makel and Pect looking confident as always!
SJ: And why not, at Death or Glory they both get a chance at revenge and….
SC: Revenge!! For them!! After what they have done they are lucky Tiger and Cross haven't killed them both by now!
SJ: Oh don't be so dramatic, so they stole a kid and put a guy in a coma, shit happens!
SC: Oh my God! Ok, I'm just going to ignore
you for the rest of the night, you are obviously delusional. Well folks
up next is what promises to be a barnstormer of a match, take it away
JC Hall!
Non Title -
Sebastian Cross vs Rhys Pect
JH: This next contest is a non title singles match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first...
*REQUIEM' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS*
(MONSTER CROWD HEAT. GOLD PYRO FILLS THE ENTRANCE WAY AS ALEXANDRA EMERGES FROM THE HAZE. SHE HOLDS HER ARMS OUT AS RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE SMOKE. HE YANKS THE HAND OF ALEXANDRA AS THE COUPLE MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…Rhys Pect!!!
SC: He's promised to finish the job he started in the Street Fight at Death or Glory, but even Pect must be amazed at Tiger Young's come back and how successful he has been!
SJ: Last week he was just lucky against Makel. Pect won't be worried or amazed, he knows what he has to do at Death or Glory and he'll do it!
JH: And his opponent…
*'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN WITH A BLUE PYROS FALLING DOWN ALL AROUND HIM.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the 2007 King of the Deathmatches and the current TFWF Intercontinental Champion…Sebastian Cross!!!
SC: Cross has been on an emotional roller coaster thanks to Sandy Makel and he hasn't been helped by the words of Pect.
SJ: Never mind Cross, he's a loser. This
is Rhys Pect's night, he's going to show Tiger Young just how bad ass
he is!
FINISH...A high octane match of real hatred as Pect takes some initial control of the match and really takes it to Cross back and forth, Cross whos moods seem up and down is able to come back, beating Pect at his own game of speed and agility. Finally, Pect walks straight into a swinging ddt and Cross oustands everyone by leaping onto the top rope and moonsaulting onto Pect to pick up the three count and the win.
Winner, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross
Match Time: 14m28s
Match Rating: 2.5 Stars
Pect gets to his feet and immediately shoves Cross into the corner and then bizzarly tries to tie his arms into the ropes. It becomes apparent his intent when Makel comes rushing down through the crowd and grabs the Intercontinental title and levels Cross from behind with it. The two men begin stomping on the IC Champ and basically having their way with him when all of a sudden, Young comes bursting through the crowd as well and takes them both down. The four men brawl back and forth as the crowd are going ballastic till T.F.W.F. security separates them.
SC: All hell has broken loose here at ringside folks, these four men are beating the holy hell out of each other!! There's so much hatred been built up for months now, it's hard to keep emotions in check, especially this close to Death or Glory. Ok we'll go to the back to Sniff while we try to calm thing down here.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(BACKSTAGE WE HAVE PHENOM WHO JUST SEEMS TO BE WALKING TO WHEREVER HE INTENDS ON GETTING TO. BUT IS STOPPED BY SNIFF. PHENOM IS LOOKING KIND OF PISSED OFF SO SNIFF IS CAREFUL. )
SN: Phenom... may I have a word with you?
PH: NO!
SN: But....
PH: If your questions are pertaining to my loyalties then don't bother. I will dispel all of the rumours of me being behind this. I will deliver Fallen Angel's head... TONIGHT!
(PHENOM PUSHES SNIFF TO THE SIDE AND CONTINUES. HUGE POP FOR THE PROSPECT OF PHENOM TAKING OUT FALLEN ANGEL BY THE END OF THE SHOW.)
(*SLAM* A DOOR SLAMS OPEN AS THE ACTION CUTS TO IAN MONKS OFFICE BACKSTAGE.
MONKS LOOKS UP FROM HIS DESK. ANNOYANCE ETCHED ON HIS FACE.)
IM: Just what do you think you are doing, barging into my office like this?
(THE CAMERA PANS OVER TO THE INTRUDER. A CRAZED APB RUSHES OVER TO MONKS' DESK. HE SLAMS HIS FISTS DOWN UPON IT BEFORE YELLING AT MR. MONKS.)
APB: It's on right? Tell me that my match with 23 is still on for Death or Glory. No way in hell will I let that match not take place! I swear to go....
(IAN MONKS INTERRUPTS APB BY LAUGHING AT HIM.)
IM: Oh, is that all. Well, yes, yes the match is still on. However, if you continue to barge around like this I may just have to...
(APB INTERRUPTS IAN.)
APB: One on one.
(IAN MONKS SMOOTHES OUT HIS SUIT, THEN LOOKS AT APB.)
IM: I'm not quite sure I follow.
(APB GLARES AT MR. MONKS.)
APB: Just 23 and myself. Nobody else involved.
(IAN MONKS SIGHS AND SHUFFLES THROUGH HIS PAPERS AS IF HE HAS MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS ON HIS MIND.)
IM: Fine, fine. No Mills, no Cindy, no Amanda, nobody else. Just you and 23.
(IAN SITS BACK DOWN, AND WAVES TOWARDS THE DOOR.)
IM: Now get the hell out of my office. You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot.
(APB GIVES A SARCASTIC THUMBS UP TO MR MONKS THEN BEGINS TO WALK AWAY. HOWEVER BEFORE HE GETS TO FAR, 23 COMES LUNGING OUT OF NOWHERE AT HIM.)
*SMASH*
(APB GOES CRASHING INTO A WALL.)
IM: What the hell?!?!?
(IAN MONKS GOES FLYING FOR SAFETY AS 23 CONTINUES HIS ASSAULT ON APB.)
*SMASH*
(APB GOES SMASHING INTO A WALL CONTAINING BOOK SHELVES. APB HITS THE GROUND HARD, BOOKS RAIN DOWN ON HIM. 23 LETS OUT A WORDLESS YELL. HE PICKS APB UP AND CHOKESLAMS HIM THROUGH MONKS' DESK. ONCE MORE 23 YELLS OUT, THEN SLOWLY WALKS AWAY. IAN MONKS CRAWLS OUT FROM BEHIND A COUCH IN THE CORNER. HE STRAIGHTENS HIS SUIT AND WALKS OVER TO THE FALLEN APB.)
IM: Still wanting that match?
(APB SPITS OUT SOME BLOOD, THEN GASPING AND GAGGING AS HE SPEAKS, SAYS.)
APB: I... I'm... I'm gonna kill him.
(MR. MONKS JUST SMILES DOWN AT APB, THEN TURNS YELLING OUT AT THE NEAREST STAFF MEMBER HE CAN FIND.)
IM: Get somebody in here to clean up this mess.
SC: 23 has left APB lying again but he just won't back down an inch!
SJ: That's because he's an idiot. And speaking of idiots what about Phenom saying he's going to take out Fallen Angel, as if!
SC: Well that match is next!
Fallen Angel vs Phenom
(BELL SOUNDS.)
JH: This next contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first…
*'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS*
(BIG MIXED REACTION. 'HOODLUM'S 4 LIFE' FLASHES ON THE TA-TRON AS PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds… Phenom!!!
SC: He's been surrounded in controversy for weeks now and at Death or Glory he's got to prove himself to Joey Lupino, Hardcore Legend and by the sound of things here tonight, the TFWF fans.
SJ: Looks like some people are starting to see this guy for what he is! A damn rat!
JH: And his opponent…
*'COCHISE' BY AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE 'HELLBOUND' LOGO AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL, JC MCDONALD AND SHANE ANDERSON AT THEIR BEST. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL IN ACTION AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the leader of Hellbound…Fallen Angel!!!
SC: Angel hasn't been out for a match on Mayhem for a few weeks, he looks more than ready for his match tonight!
SJ: Of course he is, the man is a living
legend!
FINISH.. A completely lob sided contest as the T.F.W.F. security emerge and corner off the ring. Phenom looks to the T.A.T. and there lies Lupino out cold with Legend also lying there with a massive speaker on his knee stopping him from moving. Phenom sensing the numbers game is about to get the better of him, goes for Angel, but Angel is all over him as LAO and now Ian Monks come down and watch from ringside the lobsided affair. Angel grabs Phenom and quickly finishes him off with an insulting 'Final Destination' for the three standing over his body he makes the cover.
Winner, via pinfall: Fallen Angel
Match Time: 14m09s
Match Rating: 2.5 Stars
SC: Well they have made their point as far as I am concerned...taking out...WAIT HERE COMES HARDCORE LEGEND!
SJ: Mr. Limpy pants!
Legend lumbers towards the ring fighting off security, but the slowed down superstar is smacked right in the leg by Ian Monks adding more insult to injury using Phenom's baseball bat. Angel signals for Monks to get in the ring and the Chairman of the Board stands on the broken body of Phenom as Angel counts, 1,2 and 3.
SC: WHAT A DISGUSTING DISPLAY BY IAN MONKS AND FALLEN ANGEL!
SJ: HA HA I LOVE IT!
SC: Folks I can't watch this display from Monks and his cronies here, let's take it to the back.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(THE ACTION CUTS TO WHERE WE SEE THE ICONS OF PRIMETIME - JASON LEARY AND BILL 'THE DOC' HOLLIDAY - TRAINING HARD IN THE LOCKER ROOM WITH STRETCHES AND HEAVY BAG EXERCISES. SUDDENLY, JACKIE DANIELS COMES INTO THE LOCKER ROOM TO COLLECT HER GEAR AND BOTH LEARY AND DOC STOP WHAT THEY'RE DOING AND STARE AT HER.)
JL: Oy, ya slapper! What the bloody hell are you doin' in 'ere?!
JD: Excuse me?
BH: I'm sorry darlin', maybe it didn't get into that purty li'l head a yours, but this is OUR locker room. This is a MEN'S locker room, so if ya'd be so kind... Why don't ya scoot those tight little buns of yours outta here, k?
(JACKIE STARES AT THE IOP WITH A DISGUSTED LOOK ON HER FACE AS SHE SPEAKS UP NOW.)
JD: Excuse me Hopalong, but I signed the dotted line of my TFWF contract a long time ago, and this just so happens to be a TFWF locker room. I've got as much right to be here as anybody.
JL: Aw, ain't that cute Billy, the little slag thinks she's a wrestler... Listen cupcake, you should be real proud of yaself gettin' a paycheck every week, but ya ain't here to wrestle... Yer here to be wank fodder.
(JACKIE IS SHOCKED AND EXTREMELY OFFENDED. DOC LAUGHS OUT LOUD IN HIS UNMISTAKEABLE TEXAN ACCENT BEFORE HE SPEAKS UP.)
BH: Seriously darlin', you're eye candy, a WE'RE wrestlers. Wrestlers who are gonna be whippin' the butts off you and Randy at Death or Glory an' provin' once and for all that we're the BEST tag team in this company and the NEXT Tag Team Champs.
(JACKIE STARES DOWN LEARY AND THE DOC FOR A FEW SOLID MOMENTS AS THE TENSION BEGINS TO BUILD BETWEEN THEM. FINALLY, JACKIE SMILES.)
JD: Looks like the old saying's true: You can't teach old dogs new tricks.
(LEARY AND DOC ARE CONFUSED BY JACKIE'S WORDS, WHEN OUT OF NOWHERE RANDALL DYLAN HITS THE SCENE AND LAYS OUT BOTH MEN WITH A STEEL CHAIR. DYLAN AND DANIELS THEN PROCEED TO BEAT THE IOP DOWN - JACKIE CHOKES OUT LEARY WITH A CHAIR AND DYLAN VICIOUSLY SLAMS DOC FACE-FIRST INTO THE LOCKER. WITH BOTH MEN OUT COLD, DYLAN AND DANIELS STAND OVER THEM AND JACKIE SQUATS DOWN TO TALK TO THEM AGAIN.)
JD: Listen closely if you can, boys: we're younger than you, we're hungrier than you, and we're BETTER than you... And at Death or Glory, we're gonna PROVE IT! Say goodbye to Primetime boys, and say hello to the graveyard.
(WITH THAT, DYLAN AND DANIELS LEAVE THE IOP LAYING AS THE EXIT THE LOCKER ROOM AND THE SCENE FADES OUT.)
(WE CUT TO MIKE MITCHELL'S LOCKER ROOM WHERE HE AND PROJECT NOVA ARE WARMING UP FOR THEIR UP COMING MATCH. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA POP BIG BUT THEN START BOOING MIGHTILY AS THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN AND HELLBOUND WALK INTO THE ROOM IN BUOYANT MOOD AFTER THEIR BEAT DOWN OF PHENOM AND THE REST OF THE HOODLUMS. THERE IS AN INTENSE STARE DOWN BETWEEN THE MEN WHEN IAN MONKS STEPS FORWARD GRINNING.)
IM: Nova's, I thought I'd come and find you as soon as I heard. Onlee and Tremere have just confirmed the match stipulation for Death or Glory with my office…you boys are in for one hell of a night!
(THE REST OF HELLBOUND ALL LAUGH AS THE NOVA'S LOOK INTENSE. KNIGHT STEPS FORWARD.)
JK: Big deal Monks, we've been through worse than anything those two freaks could think up.
(MONKS LAUGHS.)
IM: Oh I seriously doubt you have!
(KNIGHT STEPS IN FRONT OF THE ADVANCING MANNY RODRIGUEZ BEFORE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.)
JK: We want to know the match stipulation
(MONKS SHAKES HIS HEAD.)
IM: Sorry little man, you boys are just going to have to wait and see what Tremere and Onlee have in store for you at Death or Glory, but trust me on this, it's going to hurt, a lot.
(THE NOVA'S LOOK CONCERNED AS FALLEN ANGEL SUDDENLY STEPS FORWARD AND WALKS RIGHT UP TO MIKE MITCHELL. THE TWO MEN STARE EACH OTHER DOWN FOR A FEW TENSE MINUTES BEFORE ANGEL PICKS THE WORLD TITLE BELT OFF THE BENCH NEXT TO MITCHELL'S GEAR.)
FA: You know Mitchell, if it wasn't for the fact you stole this World Title from JC, you'd be back where you belong, jerking the curtain and polishing my boots, not headlining the biggest TFWF show of the year. But it looks like fate is going to teach you a lesson doesn't it Mitchell, when Samson destroys you for this Title.
(MITCHELL LOOKS CONFIDENT AS ANGEL SNEERS AT HIM BEFORE HE SNATCHES THE WORLD TITLE BELT OUT OF ANGEL'S HAND AND PLACES IT ON HIS SHOULDER.)
MM: Listen you ape, back up a step before I ram that little bitch Monks up your ass and show you up for the washed up old bastard you are. I'll take down Samson don't you worry about that and I'll take down anyone else that gets in my way. So are you just here to deliver messages or are we going to have to whip your asses?
(MITCHELL STEPS RIGHT UP TO ANGEL AND THE NOVA'S DO THE SAME TO LAW AND ORDER AND IAN MONKS. MONKS SMIRKS AND MOTIONS FOR HIS MEN TO BACK OFF. THEY TAKE A FEW STEPS BACK AS MONKS SMILES.)
IM: Don't worry boys, we don't want to spoil The Hour of Powers fun. I hope you know what you're getting into tonight, because it's not going to be pretty. Good luck.
(MONKS AND HELLBOUND LAUGH AND LEAVE THE LOCKER ROOM AS MITCHELL AND THE NOVA'S LOOK REALLY FIRED UP.)
(ACTION COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.)
SC: We've got Hellbound gloating over Mitchell and The Nova's about Death or Glory and the main event tonight and we've got Dylan and Daniels taking down Leary and Holliday!
SJ: Hellbound are just telling Mitchell the truth, he knows he can't beat Samson. I can't wait to see what Tremere and Onlee have in store for The Nova's at Death or Glory, I bet it's going to be gruesome!
SC:
Well maybe you can ask them because they're coming up next for our
main event match!
Mike Mitchell/Project Nova vs The Hour of Power w/Lester
(BELL SOUNDS.)
JH: This is the main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall…introducing first…
*'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE ENTIRE ARENA GOES DARK. A SPOT LIGHT HITS THE STAGE. LESTER IS STOOD THERE IN FRONT OF THE THREE MEMBERS OF THE HOUR OF POWER ALL DRESSED IN BLACK HOODED ROBES. THEY ALL WALK SLOWLY TO THE RING.)
JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by Lester…the TFWF Tag Team Champions…Tremere…James Onlee… and their partner…Samson…The Church of The Hour of Power!!!
SC: They've got murderous intentions on their faces tonight and they could be the most dominant faction in TFWF history.
SJ: All I know is they scare the crap out of me!
JH: And their opponents….
*'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS*
(HUGE CROWD POP. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.)
JH: from San Francisco, California at a total combined weight of 424 pounds, Jayden Knight, Manny Rodriguez….they are…Project Nova!!
SC: This place is coming unglued for The Nova's and no wonder, they've been a sensation since day one in the TFWF, will Death or Glory be their crowning night?
SJ: Ha, knowing Tremere and Onlee, they'll be lucky to get out there alive!
JH: And their partner…
*'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS*
(MONSTER CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…he is the TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…'The Machine'…Mike Mitchell!!!
SC: He said earlier tonight he isn't intimidated by Samson and no wonder, this man can truly claim to be the best wrestler in the world today!
SJ:
No doubt he can wrestle, but can he slay a monster? I doubt it!
FINISH...Match of the night with no real advantage played throughout from any of the participants. Onlee and Tremere work well with Samson as a team as Nova seem maybe a little more uncomfortable working with the World Champion as their timing is occassionally off. The turning point of the match comes when Manny Rodriguez misses a high cross body attempt and gets dropped like a bad habit by Samson. If on cue, Tremere storms into the ring and throws himself into the opposition corner with Samson obscuring the referees vision. Onlee is handed the Hour Glass somehow by Lester under much strain and drops it on the face of Rodriguez. Samson then delivers a double clothesline knocking Mitchell and Knight to the floor before Onlee tags in and makes the cover to pick up the three and win for the Hour of Power.
Winners, via pinfall: The Hour of Power
Match Time: 26m11s
Match Rating: 5 Stars
Onlee grabs for Rodriguez again, but Knight springs himself over the top rope and takes down Onlee and Tremere as the four men brawl on the outside with the crowd on their feet. Mitchell gets into the ring and attempts to go nose to nose with Samson which is more like belly to nose as the crowd are screaming the house down. Mitchell tries to knock Samson off his feet, but the monster cannot be moved. Just as it seems futile, the Novas get the better of H.O.P. on the outside and aid Mitchell with triple drop kick sending Samson tied into the ropes. Mitchell leaps onto Samson with some rights and lefts as the crowd go crazy. Lester signals to the back for about 20 druids to come down to the ring. They overwhelm Mitchell and Project Nova and release the big man from his ropes. As tables are set up Samson grabs all three opponents and delivers a series of 'Samson Bombs' to them through the tables.
SC: MY GOD WHAT ELSE ARE WE GOING TO SEE TONIGHT!
SJ: I have no idea, but Mitchell aint going to D.O.G. whats he at now maybe 36 percent fitness!
Lester engineers the cermonial crosses to come out as the show ends Samson grabs the World title standing with the H.O.P. and their druids the crowd is in shock as Mitchell and Project Nova are strung up!
(END SHOW.)