DATE : Mon 5th February 2007 Monday Mayhem - from Lawrence, Kansas, USA - Allen Fieldhouse
[FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS FROM LAST WEEK'S MAYHEM SHOW WITH THE ANNOUNCEMENT THAT THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE HAVE RULED THAT JC MCDONALD MUST DEFEND THE TFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AT NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION. WE SEE THE CONTINUING DEVELOPMENTS BETWEEN APB, TROY TRINIDAD AND SHANE CORNELL. WE SEE TRINIDAD WINNING THE HARDCORE TITLE FOLLOWING CHRIS FOX LAYING OUT APB WITH A CHAIR. WE THEN SEE THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE THREE WAY HARDCORE TITLE MATCH AT NOR. WE SEE THE BIG FOUR WAY MATCH WON BY MYSTI AND WE SEE PHENOM BEING COST THE MATCH BY SELINA AND A STILETTO TO THE HEAD. WE SEE THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN SHANE ANDERSON AND MEGAN ENDING WITH KIRSTA LEWIS GETTING REVENGE ON ANDERSON AND LOCKING HIM IN HIS OWN 'CONFESSION' FINISHING MOVE. WE SEE SAMSON DEFEATING HARDCORE LEGEND AND HE AND FROST MAKING A BIG STATEMENT FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES BY TAKING OUT LUPINO AND LEGEND. WE SEE TIGER YOUNG GETTING A BIG WIN OVER TREMERE IN A PRECURSOR TO THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT. WE SEE SANDY MAKEL BEATING DOWN PHENOM AND LEAVING HIM A BLOODY MESS. WE FINALLY SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE EPIC 6 PERSON TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT FROM LAST WEEK. WE SEE KIRSTA LEWIS HAVING SHANE ANDERSON BEATEN, ONLY FOR RHYS PECT TO PULL HER OUT THE WAY AND STEAL THE WIN FOR HIMSELF. WE THEN SEE THE SHOW CLOSING BRAWL BETWEEN MIKE MITCHELL AND RHYS PECT, AS THE QUESTION OF THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER STILL HANGS IN THE BALANCE.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE ARENA AS THE CROWD IN THE ALLEN FIELDHOUSE IN KANSAS GO CRAZY. THE CAMERA SWOOPS OVER THEM AS THEY HOLD THEIR SIGNS UP IN THE AIR, THE CAMERA CATCHES SIGHT OF A FEW OF THEM AS IT RACES PAST "MIKE MITCHELL - THE REAL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER," "5 TIMES A CHARM FOR TIGER" AND "I PAID TO SEE LESTER" FINALLY THE SWOOPING CAMERA SETTLES ON SNOOP AND SCOOP AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the final TFWF Monday Night Mayhem before our two legged blockbuster Pay Per View show, Night of The Revolution!! The fans here in Kansas are jammed to the rafters and they're ready for two hours of the best wrestling show on the planet today! Tonight folks, there's so many issues going into NOR, of course we know the eight qualifiers for the KOTDM tournament but we still don't have a number one contender to JC McDonald and the TFWF World Heavyweight Title. SJ: First off, it's such a shame we have to come to some straw chewing dump like Kansas for the final Mayhem before NOR! But that's besides the point. The TFWF Championship Committee have stuck their noses into Ian Monks and Hellbound business and that's not right. SC: Well I and the TFWF fans are damn pleased the Championship Committee decided to over rule Ian Monks last week. JC McDonald is our World Champion and he should defend the World Title at NOR. SJ: Look, it's like JC keeps saying, why should a World Champion of his calibre have to defend the Title when it's obvious there is no one in the TFWF worthy of a shot at that World Title. SC: Oh come on, in the past few weeks Mike Mitchell and Rhys Pect have made more than adequate cases for getting a shot. They've both been World Champion before and frankly, McDonald is running scared! SJ: Scared! What are you smoking man? JC McDonald is the GREATEST World Champion the TFWF has ever seen and it's a disgrace that the Championship Committee are forcing him to defend his Title. SC: Well I'm sure we'll get an answer on the NOR Main Event tonight, but also we've got some fantastic matches. Our opening tag team match of Troy Trinidad and APB vs Chris Fox and The Franchise Shane Cornell, has got some real blood bad surrounding it. APB lost his Hardcore Title last week to Trinidad, thanks to Fox and then Cornell made it known he wants that Hardcore Title too! SJ: We all know that APB would have lost that Hardcore Title soon enough, it's just a shame it was to some muscle headed moron like Trinidad. I don't trust that guy at all, now Chris Fox… SC: Don't even start, we all know what kind of man Chris Fox is it. That's going to be one hell of a contest. Also tonight the World Tag Team Title situation is on show as The Hoodlums Joey Lupino goes up against The Icons of Primetime own, Bill Holliday. And of course Frost of the Church of The Hour of Power takes on Holliday's partner Jason Leary. SJ: Last week Samson and Frost showed why they should be considered the favourites for the Tag Team Titles at NOR. With Frost they've got the youth and the quickness, with Samson they've got raw power and a force that could be called unstoppable. SC: And let's not forget about Lester at ringside. SJ: Please, I was trying not to mention that creepy little bastard! SC: And the Church of the Hour of Power will be in tag team action as two of the favourites for the KOTDM crown, Tremere and Onlee take on two youngsters making their first appearances in the KOTDM in Mysti and Adam Cage. SJ: Mysti, Cage, be afraid, be VERY afraid. SC: That's going to be a real test for Mysti and Cage. Of course I'm sure Sandy Makel and Phenom will make an appearance before NOR, that IC Title Match is one I'm really looking forward to. And how can we forget the awesome Main Event match of Rhys Pect and Mike Mitchell in a Hellbound Lumberjack Match and to stack the odds even more against Pect and Mitchell, Law and Order will be the special referee. SJ: Ah, another stroke of genius by Ian Monks. The Championship Committee might have got the better of him last week, but with this match, we might not have to worry about JC defending the World Title at NOR. Mitchell and Pect will be lucky to get out of this one alive! SC: It's going to be a long night for Mitchell and Pect, but I know both men wouldn't have it any other way. If they don't get a chance to get their hands on JC McDonald they'll happily beat the living hell out of each other! *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. MIKE 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. THE CROWD ARE GOING WILD AS MITCHELL GETS IN THE RING AND GRABS A MIC.) SC: Well it looks like Mike Mitchell isn't waiting until later tonight, he's out here and listen to this crowd go nuts for The Machine! SJ: God I hate this guy. (THE CROWD ARE CHANTING FOR MITCHELL AS HE PACES AROUND THE RING. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS HE RAISES HIS HAND TO CALM DOWN THE CROWD AND THEY HUSH DOWN FOR MITCHELL.) MM: Alright, that's it, I've had enough of this fucking bullshit. I've been waiting nearly a damn month to get my shot at the World Title. We all heard what the TFWF Championship Committee had to say last week, McDonald has to defend the Title at NOR. So Ian Monks, get your skinny ass out here and let's settle this once and for all. These people know who the real number one contender is, don't you? (THE CROWD POP BIG TIME AND CHANT FOR MITCHELL WHO LOOKS REALLY FIRED UP.) MM: Come on Monks, you can't hide back there all night! *'REQUIEM' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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.) SC: Well he wanted Ian Monks but he's got Rhys Pect and look at these two go nose to nose! SJ: Come on Rhys lay that idiot out! (THE CROWD ARE GOING NUTS AS MITCHELL AND PECT ARE NOSE TO NOSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING TRADING TRASH TALK. EVENTUALLY PECT STEPS BACK AND IS HANDED A MIC BY ALEXANDRA AND THE CROWD BOO HIM BIG TIME AS HE SPEAKS.) RP: Just when you think he can't get any more deluded Mike Mitchell opens his mouth and spouts even more bullshit than you thought possible. (BIG CROWD HEAT.) RP: You call yourself the real number one contender? Give me a break, look at you, you washed up, broken down piece of crap. It's bad enough you've still got a job around here but now you're trying to steal MY World Title shot at NOR. I've got a binding and legal contract that states I get that World Title Match at NOR and there's nothing you or JC McDonald can do about it. (ALEXANDRA HOLDS THE CONTRACT UP IN FRONT OF HER BROTHER'S FACE BUT HE SIMPLY SLAPS IT OUT HER HANDS AND THEN SNEERS AT PECT.) RP: I suggest you do the honorable thing for once in your pathetic life and get the hell out of my ring and allow Ian Monks to announce me as the man to face JC McDonald at NOR! (PECT AND MITCHELL GO NOSE TO NOSE AGAIN AND LOOK LIKE COMING TO BLOWS WHEN…) *'MOBSCENE' - MARILYN MANSON PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE AS HELLBOUND'S LOGO APPEARS ON IT. IAN MONKS, JC MCDONALD AND LAW AND ORDER WALK OUT IN UNISON WITH FIRE PYROTECHNICS GOING OFF AROUND THEM.) SJ: Ask and you shall receive! The Champ and the boss are here! SC: And they do not look happy at all. (THE CROWD CONTINUE TO BOO THE HELL OUT OF MONKS, MCDONALD AND L.A.O AS THEY STAND AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP. MCDONALD HAS A MIC IN HAND.) JCMD: You know something, I thought being the TFWF World Champion would be the most amazing achievement of my life. I thought I would get the respect I so obviously deserve, but you two morons have done nothing but make my life a damn misery since I won this Title. It's obvious to me, Ian Monks and all these fans that neither of you are worthy of a shot at my World Title. (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD LOOKS ANNOYED.) JCMD: And if that wasn't bad enough, now those peons on the TFWF Championship Committee have made the biggest mistake of their lives…. (MCDONALD HANDS THE MIC TO IAN MONKS WHO LOOKS INCREDIBLY ANNOYED. HE RAISES THE MIC UP.) IM: This morning I received faxed confirmation of the TFWF Championship Committee's ruling on the Main Event Match for Night of the Revolution. It gives me no pleasure whatsoever to confirm that JC McDonald will defend the TFWF World Heavyweight Title against……Rhys Pect…. (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PECT AND ALEXANDRA HUG IN THE RING AND LOOK DELIGHTED AS MITCHELL LOOKS TOTALLY DEJECTED.) IM:….and…Mike Mitchell…. (MONSTER CROWD POP! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS AS MITCHELL PUNCHES THE AIR IN CELEBRATION AND THEN TURNS TO PECT WHO LOOKS COMPLETELY SHOCKED. MITCHELL SMIRKS AND FLIPS HIM OFF AS THE CROWD CELEBRATE. UP ON THE RAMP WAY MCDONALD SNATCHES THE MIC FROM MONKS AND RAISES IT UP.) JCMD: Shut the hell up you morons. This is MY show and you people will sit down and shut up! (HUGE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD IS FURIOUS AND THE TFWF FANS LOVE IT.) JCMD: And you two in the ring, you can stop your little victory dances. Time for a cold shot of reality right in the face boys. NOR will be the END of Rhys Pect and Mike Mitchell. You two will NEVER get this World Title away from me, you're just not good enough. But you know something, the more I thought about it today, the better I felt. I get to kill two birds with one stone and trust me boys, you will feel my wrath at NOR. (BIG CROWD HEAT. PECT AND MITCHELL LOOK AT MCDONALD INTENTLY AS HE HANDS THE MIC BACK TO IAN MONKS.) IM: And you two can thank the Championship Committee for what happens to you later tonight. You see no one is smarter than Ian Monks. That's why you two are in a match against each other tonight, but not just any match, a Hellbound Lumberjack Match! You can put the champagne on hold Pect, don't start training too soon Mitchell…if Hellbound have our way…later tonight…neither of you punks will be going to NOR. You're both about to find out that what you wanted all along, is the very thing that will destroy you. (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MITCHELL AND PECT LOOK SLIGHTLY CONCERNED AT THE WORDS OF MONKS AS JC MCDONALD HOLDS THE WORLD TITLE BELT UP AND HELLBOUND THEN MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE BACK.) SC: Wow, simply wow! The TFWF Championship Committee have made the ruling, at Night of the Revolution it'll be JC McDonald defending the TFWF World Heavyweight Title against BOTH Rhys Pect and Mike Mitchell. SJ: This is disgraceful, nothing but an abuse of power by the Championship Committee. SC: Oh please, since his return Ian Monks has used the TFWF like he and Hellbound's personal play thing. This is the best decision for the TFWF and the TFWF fans. SJ: Screw the fans! What about McDonald? SC: Well if he's as good as Monks and you say, he shouldn't have a problem. Ok folks, now that Pect and Mitchell have cleared the ring it's time for our first match of the night, take it away JC. Troy Trinidad/APB vs Chris Fox/The Franchise JH: Ladies and gentlemen this is the opening contest of TFWF Monday Night Mayhem and is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'A MILLION EXPLODING SUNS' - HORSE THE BAND PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. A SYMBOL OF A ROCKET TAKING OFF ON THE T.A.T. IS APPARENT ALONG WITH A LOT OF STRANGE CODE EITHER SIDE OF IT. FOX WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS LONG TRENCH COAT AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING IN AN EERIE MANNER.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Columbus, Ohio...weighing 169 pounds...Chris Fox!!! SC: The less I say about this little pervert the better. SJ: Well if you're going to be like that, let me just say that Chris Fox is a model human being and one hell of a nice guy. JH: And his partner… *'COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF A WAR DRUM' - PERFECT CIRCLE PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA GOES DARK, EXCEPT A LONE BLUE SPOTLIGHT, CIRCLING THE, THE SPOTLIGHT CONTINUES TO CIRCLE THE ARENA. A RED GLOW FLASHES WITH EACH DRUM BEAT FROM THE SONG. FINALLY, THE SPOTLIGHT FINDS THE ENTRANCE WAY, AS SHANE CORNELL STEPS OUT. CORNELL TURNS HIS BACK TO THE CROWD, AND EXTENDS HIS ARMS, HE SNAPS TOWARDS THE RING, BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN. UPON ARRIVAL, HE CLIMBS INTO THE RING, AND UP ONE TURNBUCKLE, AND AGAIN RAISES HIS HANDS TO THE SKY, POSING FOR THE VERY FEW... SHANE CORNELL FANS IN ATTENDANCE, AS HIS MUSIC FADES OUT) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 245 pounds…Shane 'The Franchise' Cornell!!! SC: Cornell made his intentions known last week and now he's got a shot at the TFWF Hardcore Title at NOR. SJ: I think Cornell and Fox could be a new TFWF dream team! JH: And introducing their opponents…first… *'MISTER DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILHOUETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN AND AMANDA WALK ONTO THE STAGE. HE HAS HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND SHE KNEELS DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HER ARMS STRETCHED WIDE. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'The Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: A tough week last week for APB but at least he gets to get his hands on that scum bag Chris Fox. SJ: All I know is APB can't trust anyone, especially not his partner tonight. JH: And his partner… *'NEVER AGAIN' - NICKLEBACK PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. TRINIDAD WALKS OUT ONTO THE RAMP LOOKING SUPER INTENSE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Long Island, New York….weighing 260 pounds…he is the current TFWF Hardcore Champion…Troy 'The Tank' Trinidad!!! SC: This young powerhouse has been making a real name for himself since debuting last month, a real star for the future. SJ: Just a shame he's so damn untrustworthy isn't it? The match is a great contest, although Cornell seems way off the pace. Trinidad and APB actually manage to work together and clear the ring in the opening moments to a big crowd pop. APB stays in as Fox climbs back into the ring and Bartsch is on him in an instant with clubbing forearms shots, snap suplexes and other great power moves. The crowd are right behind APB as he beats down Fox, only for Cornell to distract the referee allowing Fox to hit a low blow and then a DDT to stop APB in his tracks. Fox and Cornell then use every trick in the book to double team APB behind the referee's back which has the crowd incensed. Just when it looks like APB is going to mount a comeback, Fox uses a thumb to the eye to slow him down. Eventually Trinidad has seen enough and charges into the ring nailing Fox with a spinebuster and shoving Cornell off the ring apron and onto the ring barricade! With both men down Trinidad goes back to his corner and takes the hot tag from APB. The crowd are going wild as Trinidad levels Fox with some stiff clotheslines before whipping him into Cornell for a tag! Fox looks happy to be out of there and rolls out the ring and tries to go up the ramp, but APB follows him nailing him with punches the whole way!! This leaves Cornell in the ring with Trinidad and the power house destroys him with a sick looking powerslam, a devastating back drop driver and then finishes Cornell off with a 'Tank Slam' for the one, two three! WINNERS, VIA PINFALL: Allen Bartsch and Troy Trinidad. Match Time: 13.22 Match Rating: 3 stars. (TFWF GOES TO COMMERCIALS HYPING NOR.) (TFWF COMES BACK FROM COMMERCIALS.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE PHENOM WHICH BRINGS A GOOD CROWD POP FROM THE FANS IN THE ARENA. HE IS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN. HE HAS BASEBALL BAT SLUNG OVER SHOULDER AS INSURANCE IN CASE MAKEL TRIES TO REPEAT HIS ACTIONS. PHENOM SEEMING GENERALLY INTENSE AS USUAL AS HE TOWERS OVER MAHONEY.) MM: I'm going to start off with the question that is on everybody mind. Phenom, what are your thoughts about Sandy Makel and his sneak attack on you last week on Mayhem? P: Good question. Thoughts? Sandy Makel is a stinking pile of excrement. Not to mention a coward. He talks a big game but when it's time to back it up there's always somebody to hide behind. Whether it be his doctor or that dirty skank of a wife Selina... (MAKEL ARRIVES FROM OFF CAMERA AND CHARGES TOWARDS PHENOM, WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND TO SOME BIG CROWD HEAT. PHENOM DOESN'T NOTICE. BUT, LUCKILY LUPINO AND HARDCORE LEGEND ARRIVE FROM THE OPPOSITE SIDE WITH WEAPONS OF THEIR OWN. PHENOM TURNS HIS ATTENTION TOWARDS WHERE MAKEL IS, REALIZING THAT HE PROBABLY COULDN'T TAKE ON THE NUMBERS MAKEL DOESN'T GET THERE. HE STOPS IN HIS TRACKS. HE THEN TURNS BACK AND RETREATS. HOODLUMS STAND THEIR GROUND.) LUP: Lesson of the story? Don't fuck with the hoodlums! (BIG CROWD POP. LUPINO YELLS AT MAKEL AS HE MAKES HIS RETREAT. LUPINO AND LEGEND TURN TOWARDS PHENOM.) HL: The locker rooms become increasingly dangerous. The only way we're going to survive is if we stick together. LUP: Right, so from now on we're going to do this the right way. From now on, we cover each other's asses and whenever we need something done we do it together. Do this and I guarantee that the Hoodlums have a promising future. As for now, we have some work to be doing... Phenom, you need to win the Intercontinental championship, me and Legend we'll retain the tag team champions, and when that's all said and done it's time to turn the TFWF around. It's time to rip the reigns of control out of the hands of Ian Monks and give it back to the fans. Whose with me? (PHENOM AND HARCORE LEGEND GIVE A QUICK SUPPORTIVE CHEER TO LUPINO'S SPEECH.) (ACTION CUTS TO THE LOCKER ROOM WHERE WE SEE ALLEN 'THE PORTAL' BARTSCH AND AMANDA WITH AMANDA TAPING UP SOME OF BARTSCH'S WAR WOUNDS. SUDDENLY, THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR AND BARTSCH STANDS UP TO ANSWER IT. THE DOOR OPENS AND WE SEE A COURIER STANDING AT THE LOCKER ROOM DOOR WITH A FAIRLY LARGE PACKAGE IN HAND.) C: Delivery for a Mr. Allen Bartsch. APB: Yeah, that's me. C: Please sign here. (THE COURIER OFFERS BARTSCH HIS CLIPBOARD AND PEN AND INDICATES WHERE HE NEEDS TO SIGN. BARTSCH SIGNS THE FORMS AND THE COURIER HANDS OVER THE PACKAGE. BARTSCH SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AND TAKES HIS SEAT ONCE AGAIN.) A: What's that? APB: I've got no idea, who would even send a package to me here? Doesn't even have a return address. A: Well, as long as it's not ticking, we might as well open it. (BARTSCH SHRUGS RELUCTANTLY AND BEGINS TO OPEN THE PACKAGE AND FROM IT HE PRODUCES SEVERAL ENVELOPES, AND AS HE OPENS THOSE HE PRODUCES WHAT APPEARS TO BE A NUMBER OF PHOTOGRAPHS WHICH, FROM THE CAMERA'S POSITION, WE CANNOT SEE. AS BARTSCH LOOKS THROUGH THE PHOTOGRAPHS, WE SEE THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE SLOWLY BUILD INTO AN INTENSE RAGE.) A: Honey, what's wrong? (BARTSCH THROWS DOWN THE PHOTOGRAPHS ON THE TABLE AND WE SEE THAT THE PICTURES HAVE BEEN PHOTO-SHOPPED TO SHOW IMAGES OF CHRIS FOX AND AMANDA IN VARIOUS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT POSITIONS. BARTSCH STARTS TO GO ABSOLUTELY NUTS AS HE TURNS THE TABLE OVER AND GOES ON A WARPATH AND HE BEGINS TO COMPLETELY TRASH HIS LOCKER ROOM. AMANDA IS FREAKING OUT AS BARTSCH CONTINUES TO WRECK UP THE ROOM, THROWING AROUND FURNITURE, DENTING THROUGH HIS LOCKER AND PUTTING HOLES THROUGH THE WALLS.) APB: I swear to God Amanda, I'm gonna KILL that son of a bitch!!! I'm gonna bulldoze my way through Cornell and Trinidad, and when I'm done with them, Chris Fox is a fuckin' DEAD MAN!!! (AMANDA TRIES TO CALM APB DOWN, BUT HE JUST SHRUGS HIM OFF AND STORMS OFF OUT THE DOWN IN A FURY. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM OUT THE DOOR BUT HE SOON DISAPPEARS FROM SIGHT. AMANDA LOOKS OUT THE LOCKERROOM DOOR, BUT HAS JUST MISSED APB AGAIN. WE SEE THE ANGER AND SADNESS IN HER EXPRESSION AS SHE TURNS BACK AND RETURNS TO THE ROOM, BUT AS SHE DOES SO WE SEE SHANE CORNELL IN THE BACKGROUND WITH A WICKED SMILE ON HIS FACE, HIS HANDS HELD UP IN FRONT OF HIM WITH ONE EYE CLOSED AS HE MAKES THE GESTURE OF TAKING A PICTURE AND THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Just when you thought Chris Fox couldn't get any sicker, he goes and pulls a stunt like this. My God APB looks ready to explode! SJ: Well if his wife wasn't such a whore, perhaps he wouldn't need to get so upset all the time! Anyway, it looks like Cornell knew more about those photos than Fox. I guess when your in the throws of passion with Amanda Bartsch you don't realize if someone is taking your picture! SC: Will you stop, those photographs were obviously fake, it's just another example of Chris Fox playing sick head games with APB. Head games that are going to get him hurt! Ok folks up next we've got a great battle as The IOP's own Jason Leary takes on Frost of the HOP, this one should be great. Jason Leary vs Frost (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a singles match…scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'HEARTBREAKER' - LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. AN ENGLAND FLAG WAVES ON THE T.A.T. AND A HOST OF BRITISH ACHIEVEMENTS ARE SHOWN. LEARY WALKS OUT HOLDING OUT HIS SHIRT WITH PRIDE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…accompanied by Terry Hart… from London, England…weighing 222 pounds…he is a member of The Icons of Primetime…ladies and gentlemen…The Pride of England…Jason Leary!!! SC: Leary has got gold on his mind and at NOR I think the IOP are going to give the tag champs and Samson and Frost a real run for their money. SJ: Are you kidding me? No one is getting past Samson, the guy's a freaking monster. JH: And his opponent… *'DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS' - DISTRUBED* (BIG CROWD HEAT. A SPINNING CRUCIFX COMES ONTO THE T.A.T.. FROST WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND CROTCHES THERE EYEING THE RING. AS BLACK PUFFS OF SMOKE SHOOT OFF AROUND HIM HE ARISES AND WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Spokane, Washington…weighing 220 pounds…Frost!!! SC: This youngster has aligned himself with one of the most powerful groups in TFWF history and he's looking better every week. SJ: Gotta give the kid his due, Lester saw something in him that I didn't, but he's been looking good in recent weeks. Let's just hope he keeps his disciples backstage where they belong. A great match between Frost and Leary. Leary takes control early with some great highflying moves including a springboard plancha to the outside which really pops the crowd. He gets a few close near falls on Frost but can't put the youngster away. Frost is able to turn the tide with an inverted DDT and then a sick looking running knee strike to the face. Frost takes control and tries to make Leary tap out by working over his arm and wrist for the majority of the match. Frost has an anaconda vice locked in on Leary who looks just about ready to tap, but he just reaches the ropes in time. Frost nails him with a piledriver and then goes to the top looking for a splash, but Leary gets both knees up to the stomach of Frost. This give Leary time to regroup and he nails Frost with a superkick before hooking him in an inside cradle for the one, two, three! After the match Frost is furious and tries to go after Leary but he is able to dive out the ring and taps the side of his head as he and Hart make their way to the back. WINNER, VIA PINFALL: Jason Leary Match Time: 15.54 Match Rating: 3 and a half stars. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE SHANE ANDERSON BACKSTAGE. HE IS IN FRONT OF A CANADIAN FLAG, MONITORS TO HIS SIDE. A HUGE AMOUNT OF CROWD HEAT GOES UP FROM THE FANS IN THE ARENA AT THE SIGHT OF ANDERSON. THE CAMERA IS ZOOMED IN ON HIS FACE, BUT WE CAN SEE THE SHADOW OF SOMEONE NEXT TO HIM, ANDERSON BEGINS TO SPEAK) SA: LADIES AND IDIOTS, TONIGHT ON A SPECIAL BACKSTAGE VERSION OF THE MAPLE LEAF, BACKSTAGE BECAUSE NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO BE GRACED BY MY ACTUAL PRESENCE, MY GUEST.. TIGER YOUNG! (THE CAMERA PANS BACK AS WE SEE TIGER YOUNG, GLASSES ON HIS FACE, BEACH BLONDE HAIR SLICKED BACK AND WEARING HIS WRESTLING GEAR) TY: I am so glad to be on the Maple Leaf Minute, just to ask you one question Shane. (ANDERSON RAISES AN EYEBROW) TY: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU? (YOU CAN HERE CHEERS COMING FROM THE CROWD. ANDERSON GOES TO ANSWER BUT TIGER CUTS HIM OFF) TY: How the fuck are you after getting locked in a Confession by Kirsta Lewis last week? (EVEN MORE CHEERS AS ANDERSON VISIBLY GETS ANNOYED) SA: Funny Tiger Young! But at Night of Revolution I'll shut you and everyone up when I show the world why women don't deserve to be in this sport! And it will be by out wrestling her, not by jumping her , like she did to me last week! (TIGER ROLLS HIS EYES) TY: Yeah like you'd know anything about jumping a woman anyways.. (ANDERSON GOES TO SPEAK AGAIN BUT TIGER YOUNG CUTS HIM OFF) TY: Shut up! Tonight I came here to say one thing! At Night of Revolution I will become a 3 time King of the Deathmatch winner, and no one will stop me! Not Fallen Angel, and definitely not that religious freak James Onlee! (AS IF BY COINCIDENCE JAMES ONLEE APPEARS, ON THE SIDE OF THE CAMERA HIS DISCIPLES BEHIND HIM, TIGER YOUNG AND HIM HAVE A STARE DOWN) TY: Is there something you want to say to m- (BEFORE TIGER YOUNG CAN UTTER THE LAST WORD, SAMSON APPEARS FROM BEHIND HIM AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE. ONLEE THEN RAISES UP TIGER AND BEGINS TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, AS SAMSON HELPS HIM OUT. THEY THROW HIM AGAINST A WALL, AND THEY KEEP STOMPING HIM, AS SHANE ANDERSON EXITS. SAMSON GRABS TIGER YOUNG, AND TAKES HIM TOWARDS THE PARKING LOT, AND HE POINTS TO A CAR. HE PLACES TIGERS FACE ON ONE OF THE REAR WINDOWS, AS ONLEE KICKS HIS FACE INTO THE WINDOW LEAVING HIM LAYING) JO: That Tiger Young, this is what will happen to your blasphemous soul! At Night of Revolution there will be a new extreme King and he will ascend to his Holy Throne! (SAMSON AND ONLEE LEAVE AS MEDICS ARRIVE TO ATTEND THE BLOODIED TIGER YOUNG) (ACTION CUTS TO THE ICONS OF PRIMETIME LOCKER ROOM. BILL HOLLIDAY AND JASON LEARY ARE TALKING STRATEGY WITH EACH OTHER. MAHONEY ENTERS HOPING TO GET A FEW WORDS FROM THE TEAM.) BH: Yeah? MM: I was just wondering your thoughts on your upcoming match with the Hoodlums and the Hour of Power? BH: I think we're going to win. Now, as for Lupino and Legend... Well, Legend's a dickhead we'll have no trouble kicking the shit out of him, as for Lupino, we may be friends but at Night of Revolutions friends won't be a factor, as for the Hour of Power... They're a joke. I don't feel about wasting my time with talking about them. MM: Well, you certainly... (OUT OF NOWHERE. AS IF HE WAS NEARBY(PERHAPS SPYING FOR HIS TEAM) FROST BARGES IN AND STOPS MAHONEY MID SENTENCE.) F: Joke? I'll tell you what's a joke. An audience so out of touch that they cheer for you. I'm something special, something new, something the youthful and, god forbid, hip crowd can get into. Remember that movie that came out back when you were popular? Old Yeller? That's you... you guys are Old Yeller. JL: Excuse me? The HIP crowd? News flash, there is nothing hip about your crowd. All two of them are a bunch of confused virgin losers who have nothing better to do with their time then right queer poetry and cry about how tough their middle class lives are. And they're just like you. What bothers me most is that you are trying to bring legitimacy to such a concept. That's why you're a joke... The joke is getting old and the fact that you choose to barge into OUR locker room is insulting. I've already beaten you once tonight Frost, don't make it twice. Now get the hell out of here you little punk, I think Lester needs his nappy changed!! F: You know what, fuck you guys. Don't believe I am the real deal? Well, I will prove you wrong at Night of Revolution. It is God's will... He is going to destroy old sinners such as yourself, he will no longer allow you to destroy and corrupt those who actually understand his word. Mark my words, I will make sure of it. (FROST SAYS IN THE MOST MENACING WAY HE CAN MUSTER. HE THEN QUICKLY EXITS AS THE IOP LOOK ON.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: The HOP just took out Tiger Young backstage, could this be a example of things to come at NOR? SJ: You're damn right it is! Tiger Young has run his mouth for too long about too many people in the TFWF. Now Onlee is going to show him what happens when you trash talk the wrong person! I love it. SC: And Frost is trying to get the IOP to take him seriously as the threat to the tag titles. SJ: Well he didn't do it earlier tonight, losing to Leary, maybe he's got a new plan in mind! SC: Well folks up next two men who are also involved in the massive Tag Team Title Match at NOR. Take it away JC. Joey Lupino vs Doc Holliday (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: This next match is a singles contest, scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'COWBOY' - KID ROCK PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A SET OF PLAYING CARDS FANS ON THE T.A.T. AS GUN SHOT HOLES APPEAR ALL AROUND THEM. HOLLIDAY STROLLS UNDER THE STAGE WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH. HE SMILES, DROPS IT AND STUBS IT OUT WITH HIS BOOT BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Dallas, Texas…weighing 240 pounds…he is a member of the Icons of Primetime…Bill 'The Doc' Holliday!!! SC: Holliday would love to beat Lupino here tonight this close to NOR. SJ: I hope they both kill each other! JH: And his opponent… *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AND WE SEE A SHOT OF JOEY LUPINO IN AN OLD SCHOOL GANGSTER SUIT. HE IS HOLDING TWO TOMMY GUNS IN EACH HAND AND FIRES THEM AT THE CAMERA AS THE WORDS, "THE ENFORCER" ARE SPELT OUT ON THE SCREEN IN BULLET HOLES. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SCENES OF LUPINO IN ACTION IN THE RING AND SOME OF HIS BEST MOMENTS, WITH THE HOODLUMS LOGO IN THE BACKGROUND. LUPINO THEN STRIDES OUT ONTO THE STAGE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 235 pounds…he is a member of The Hoodlums and one half of the TFWF Tag Team Champions…'The Enforcer' Joey Lupino!!! SC: It's a new look Lupino but the same old bad ass street thug, this should be a great contest. SJ: Lupino's had more injuries in the past six months than Ian Monks has had supermodels in his bed! I don't see him making it past Holliday tonight. The match is just an all out brawl between two men who love to fight. Holliday and Lupino beat the holy hell out of each other all round ringside at the start of the match, with neither man getting an advantage. This soon changes as Lupino misses a charging move on the outside and Holliday sends him crashing into the barricade. Holliday then rolls Lupino in the ring and he takes control of the match. In a great spot Holliday ties Lupino upside down in the tree of woe and then plants both feet into his face for a near fall. The crowd are behind both men as Lupino makes a comeback as he blocks a suplex attempt and instead nails Holliday with a swinging neckbreaker. Lupino is able to nail Holliday with a flapjack and then a bulldog for a near fall. Just as Lupino looks ready to put Holliday away, Frost comes sprinting down the ramp and onto the ring apron. This distracts Lupino who goes over to Frost, only be caught in a roll up by Holliday but Lupino kicks out sending Holliday crashing into Frost, but Frost holds on and drags Holliday over the top rope and to the outside! As the referee is distracted Samson comes through the crowd and into the ring and nails Lupino with a devastating Samson Bomb. He rolls back to the outside as the referee is still trying to break up Holliday and Frost from brawling. The referee gets back in the ring and is forced to count out Holliday as Lupino lays out cold in the ring. With the match over Jason Leary and Terry Hart appear and they brawl with Samson and Frost up the ramp and to the back. Hardcore Legend then comes out and helps a very dazed Lupino to his feet. WINNER, VIA COUNT OUT: 'The Enforcer' Joey Lupino Match Time: 18.44 Match Rating: 3 and a half stars. (TFWF GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (TFWF COMES BACK FROM COMMERCIALS.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE SEBASTIAN CROSS WALKING TOWARDS HIS LOCKER ROOM WITH A COCKY EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. HE OPENS THE DOOR AND THEN GASPS AND TAKES A STEP BACK. THE CAMERA MOVES BEHIND HIM AND WE SEE CROSS'S LOCKER ROOM HAS BEEN COMPLETELY DESTROYED. INSIDE, HANGING FROM THE CEILING, IS A VERY LIFELIKE EFFIGY OF CROSS. ON THE WALL, WRITTEN IN WHAT LOOKS LIKE BLOOD ARE THE WORDS, "TIME TO ENTER TREMERE'S CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN."CROSS LOOK SUITABLY DISGUSTED AND SLIGHTLY INTIMIDATED AS HE VIEWS THE SCENE. FROM BEHIND MAHONEY MCMILLAN APPROACHES AND TAPS CROSS ON THE SHOULDER. CROSS LEAPS IN THE AIR AND SPINS AROUND LOOKING READY FOR A FIGHT, WHEN HE SEES MAHONEY HE LOOKS PISSED.) SC: Now what the hell do you want? MM: Sorry Cross, didn't mean to scare you! (CROSS LOOK FURIOUS.) SC: I wasn't scared you little peon. I am simply always ready for a sneak attack, my body is like a coiled spring. MM: So you aren't concerned about the paint job Tremere has done to your locker room. SC: A bit of paint doesn't worry me. Tremere is going to have to do a lot more than that to get inside my head before NOR. I'm not intimidated at having to face him and I'll prove it at the KOTDM. You're looking at the new King Mahoney, so bow down to your king. (MAHONEY DOESN'T MOVE SO CROSS SMACKS HIM IN THE MOUTH WITH A RIGHT HAND THAT KNOCKS MAHONEY OUT COLD.) SC: I said bow down! Tremere, I'm coming for you at KOTDM, you better have more than a paint set waiting for me! (CROSS WALKS AWAY LOOKING ANNOYED AS IN THE BACKGROUND WE SEE TREMERE STANDING AND SMIRKING AN EVIL LOOKING SMILE.) (THE ACTION CUTS TO WHERE WE SOON SEE APB BURST ONTO THE SCENE JUST OUTSIDE CHRIS FOX'S LOCKER ROOM AS HE IMMEDIATELY KICKS THE DOOR OFF IT'S HINGES. BARTSCH FRANTICALLY SEARCHES AROUND THE LOCKER ROOM IN A FRENZY ONLY TO FIND THAT IT'S COMPLETELY EMPTY. BARTSCH LETS OUT AN ENRAGED SCREAM AS HE BEGINS TO STORM OUT OF THE ROOM, ONLY TO BE BLINDSIDED BY 'THE FRANCHISE' SHANE CORNELL AND DROPPED ON THE CONCRETE WITH A SHOT FROM A STEEL CHAIR. APB LIES UNCONSCIOUS ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR AS CORNELL STANDS OVER HIM.) SC: You poor, naive little moron Bartsch. I played you like a child and you never even realised it, not for one second. So if you've still got enough presence of mind to hear me, you'd better stop worrying about Chris Fox and start worrying about Shane Cornell; the man who will take the Hardcore Title at NOR and become the Franchise CHAMPION of TFWF. (CORNELL BEGINS TO LAUGH ARROGANTLY AS HE STANDS OVER THE LIMP BODY OF APB, BUT THIS LAUGHTER DRAWS THE ATTENTION OF TROY TRINIDAD, WHO APPEARS AT THE DOOR BEHIND CORNELL AND LOOKS ON IN SHOCK AT WHAT CORNELL HAS DONE TO APB. TRINIDAD TURNS CORNELL AROUND AND STARTS GOING TO TOWN ON, KNOCKING 'THE FRANCHISE' DOWN WITH CLUBBING BLOWS BEFORE HE GRABS A HOLD OF THE STEEL CHAIR CORNELL USED ON APB. CORNELL GETS TO HIS FEET AS TRINIDAD TAKES A SWING AT HIM, JUST BARELY AVOIDING HAVING HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF BEFORE HE RUNS OFF DOWN THE HALL. TRINIDAD TRIES TO FOLLOW AFTER HIM, BUT CORNELL IS LONG GONE. TRINIDAD NOW TURNS HIS ATTENTIONS BACK TO APB AS HE TRIES TO HELP HIM TO HIS FEET, BUT APB SOON GETS HIS BEARINGS AND THINKS TRINIDAD WAS THE ONE WHO ATTACKED HIM AND NAILS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND.) APB: YOU SON OF A BITCH!! I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY BUSINESS!!! (TRINIDAD HOLDS HIS FACE AND THEN SLAMS APB IN THE FACE WITH A POLISH HAMMER BLOW TO KNOCK HIM INTO FOX'S LOCKER ROOM.) TT: Well I'm making it MY business now! (A BRAWL SOON BREAKS OUT BETWEEN BARTSCH AND TRINIDAD AS THEY FIGHT INSIDE FOX'S LOCKER ROOM, TRASHING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT UNTIL FINALLY SECURITY HITS THE SCENE TO SEPARATE THEM, LEAVING FOX'S LOCKER ROOM A COMPLETE WRECK. MOMENTS AFTER BARTSCH AND TRINIDAD HAVE BEEN DRAGGED OFF THE SCENE, FOX HIMSELF COMES INTO THE SHOT AND - SEEING THE STATE OF HIS LOCKER ROOM - GOES NUTS.) CF: WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS THIS?!! WHOEVER WRECKED UP MY DAMN LOCKER ROOM IS GONNA FRIGGIN' PAY FOR THIS!! (FOX THEN LOOKS DOWN AND SEES THE FAKE PHOTOGRAPHS OF HIM AND AMANDA BARTSCH, WHICH APB HAD IN HIS HAND WHEN HE WAS ATTACKED BY CORNELL. FOX PICKS THE PICTURES UP OFF THE FLOOR AND LOOKS AT THEM. HE GRINS AND HEADS TOWARDS THE BATHROOM, UNZIPPING HIS FLIES AS HE GOES.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Well this issue between Cornell, APB and Trinidad is getting more intense by the minute. And Chris Fox didn't seem to worried about his locker room once he saw those fake pictures. SJ: I keep telling you they're real, Fox is just reliving his fantasy with them. SC: You ask me he's relieving himself with them! SJ: Don't be so disgusting. It's just there's better light in the toilet that's all. Anyway the real issue is APB, that man needs some anger management. And Trinidad should stay the hell out of his business. SC: Be that as it may. We also saw Tremere playing head games with the master of them, Sebastian Cross. SJ: Those two are going to have one hell of a match at NOR. SC: Well Tremere is in tag team action next, let's see how he does. Tremere/James Onlee vs Mysti/Adam Cage (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: This is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. THE ENTIRE ARENA GOES DARK. A SPOT LIGHT HITS THE STAGE. LESTER IS STOOD THERE IN FRONT OF THE 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…at a total combined weight of 500 pounds……Tremere…and James Onlee…The Church of The Hour of Power!!! SC: Wow, look at this team, these two monsters look ready for a war. SJ: Poor Mysti, poor Cage. JH: And their opponents… *'NOT ENOUGH' - OUR LADY PEACE PLAYS* (MYSTI WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND POINTS TOWARDS THE FANS AS SHE LOOKS INTENSELY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Richmond, Canada...weighing 130 pounds...Mysti!!! SC: She's the first woman to ever take part in the KOTDM Tournament, but can she make it past Tremere and Onlee tonight? SJ: Short answer….uh….no! JH: And her tag team partner… * 'NEVER GONNA STOP' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (THE LIGHTS GO OUT AND THE VOICE OF ADAM CAGE IS HEARD YELLING "NEVER GONNA STOP." SMOKE APPEARS AROUND THE ENTRANCE WAY AND THEN BLUE AND WHITE LIGHTS SHOOT ALL AROUND THE ARENA. ADAM CAGE WALKS OUT ONTO THE RAMP WAY LOOKING FOCUSED AND DETERMINED. HE LOOKS SIDEWAYS AT THE FANS BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING. HE CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLES AND POSES BEFORE HOPPING DOWN AND FACING HIS OPPONENT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Tampa, Florida…weighing 249 pounds…Adam Cage!!! SC: This youngster has look out of sorts in the past few weeks. SJ: Well you know why don't you? He's facing Fallen Angel in the first round of the KOTDM in an Electrified Cage Match. I'd be a bit out of sorts as well! The match isn't the best as both Onlee and Cage look distracted by their upcoming KOTDM tournament matches. Cage in particular is well off the pace and he is easily dominated by Tremere, who looks in great shape. He beats Cage down with a variety of power moves including a wrist clutch exploder suplex and a devastating looking cut throat driver. The match turns as Onlee is tagged in and Cage is able to leap frog a backdrop attempt and make the tag to Mysti. She clears house of Onlee who lands on the outside and then turns her attentions to Tremere. The two are battling in the ring as Tiger Young sprints down the ramp, still clutching his ribs from the attack earlier. He nails Onlee with a forearm shot and starts beating the hell out of him on the outside!! Inside the ring Tremere nails Mysti with 'Pure Evil' and looks to have the match won when Sebastian Cross sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring and nails Tremere with a steel chair to the back! Just as he does this Mysti stands up and is blasted by Tiger Young with a super kick to the face! The referee calls for the double DQ as Cross, Tremere, Onlee and Tiger Young brawl out of the ring and around ringside. After a few moments Mysti gets to her feet and then climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps onto all four men brawling with a big plancha!! The crowd are freaking out as TFWF referee's and security rush down the ramp to break up the brawl! WINNERS: NO CONTEST, DOUBLE DQ Match Time: 22.12 Match Rating: 2 and a half stars. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE CAGE AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE CURTAIN AFTER HIS MATCH, AND HE LOOKS EXHAUSTED. HE GOES WALKING TOWARDS HIS LOCKER ROOM, AND ENTERS. HE SITS ON THE BENCH AND LOWERS HIS HEAD CATCHING HIS BREATH. HE STARTS TO UNDO THE TAPE ON HIS WRIST, WHEN THE DOORS OPENS AND FALLEN ANGEL ENTERS. LAW AND ORDER STANDS AT THE DOOR, AS ANGEL RESTS ONE OF HIS LEGS ON THE BENCH AS HE LOOKS AT CAGE) FA: Look at you Cage, you are a nothing! You are sitting there tired and exhausted as if you just had an iron match! You are a nothing! How will you last 3 rounds in the King of the Deathmatch when you can't overcome being Mysti's bitch? (A SMILE CREEPS ON CAGE'S FACE BUT HE DOESN'T SAY A WORD) FA: Look at me! A former Multi time world Champion, Tag Team Champion, Intercontinental Champion! The leader of the most dominant group in wrestling history! And your greatest achievement? NONE! Being put in a match against you at Night of Revolution is an insult to me and my reputation, but at least its like having a BYE in the tournament, won't have to work much. (CAGE GETS TO HIS FEET AND LOOKS ANGEL DEAD IN THE EYE, AS ANGEL IS SMILING SADISTICALLY) AC: Great for you Mr. Fallen Angel! It's all fine you've been Champion a billion times! But that was because I WASN'T IN THE TFWF! Now I am here! At Night of Revolution I will leave my mark, when I beat the living Legend Fallen Angel, and become the 2007 King of The Deathmatch! You see me as nothing, well you should see me as your biggest threat! As the man you- (LAW AND ORDER GRABS CAGE AND FLINGS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO A LOCKER ROOM DOOR. LAW AND ORDER THEN GRABS HIM AGAIN AND THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST OUT OF THE WALL INTO THE HALLWAY, AS ANGEL SLOWLY WALKS BEHIND THEM. CAGE GOES TO GET TO HIS FEET BUT LAW AND ORDER KICKS HIM IN THE FACE. AND PLACES HIS FOOT ON CAGE'S THROAT CHOKING HIM. ANGEL KNEELS NEXT TO CAGE SMILING) FA: Like I said.. nothing! You've got a lot to learn kid, see you in the cage. (ANGEL AND LAW AND ORDER WALK AWAY AS CAGE JUST LAYS THERE GRABBING HIS THROAT) (THE ACTION CUTS TO SNIFF WHO IS STANDING BY WITH THE WORLD CHAMPION: JC MCDONALD. WE HEAR THE CROWD BOOING RABIDLY IN THE BACKGROUND JUST AT THE SIGHT OF 'THE MOULD' AS SNIFF BEGINS THE INTERVIEW.) S: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing here with JC McDonald, the reigning TFWF Undisputed Champion. JC, as we heard earlier tonight, the announcement has been made and the Championship Committee has decided that at Night of Revolution 7, you will be putting your title on the line against the former Champ, 'Pro-Active' Rhys Pect AND the man they call 'The Wrestling Machine', Mike Mitchell. Your thoughts, Champ? (JC SNATCHES THE MICROPHONE VICIOUSLY OUT OF SNIFF'S HANDS AND WE ONCE AGAIN HEAR THE MEGA HEEL HEAT FROM THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND AS JC STARES SNIFF DOWN AND SPEAKS.) JC: My thoughts Sniff? Well here's a thought for you; shut your stupid mouth! As far as the Committee is concerned, it's pure and simple BULLSHIT. By making the decision to let those pathetic nobodies take a shot at MY title, they have made the single biggest mistake of their LIVES! 'Cause you see, now Hellbound has got much more on its plate to deal with. Now, we've gotta go out and find each and every man or woman on the Championship Committee and make them UNDERSTAND why they will NEVER make such an outrageous mistake again... But more importantly than that, now I have to disgrace MY good name and waste MY valuable time to walk into Night of Revolution to defend MY Undisputed title against not just ONE undeserving, pathetic piece of garbage, but TWO!! If this was somebody's idea of a sick joke, I can assure you that 'The Mould' is not laughing. (JC SHOVES THE MICROPHONE BACK INTO SNIFF'S HANDS AND LOOKS AS IF HE IS ABOUT TO LEAVE, BUT SNIFF JUST MANAGES TO SPEAK UP BEFORE HE LEAVES.) S: Wait a minute Champ, I've got one more question! Have you been dodging the challenge of Pect and Mitchell all this time because you're afraid of losing the title?! (JC STOPS DEAD IN HIS TRACKS AND SLOWLY TURNS BACK TO FACE SNIFF WITH AN INCENSED LOOK IN HIS EYES. SUDDENLY HE CHARGES AT SNIFF AND SLAMS INTO HIM WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK THAT KNOCKS HIM A CLEAR FIVE OR SIX FEET AWAY, NEARLY KILLING HIM. JC GOES TO TOWN JUST BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF SNIFF AS THE CROWD GIVES OFF MORE MEGA HEAT IN THE BACKGROUND. FINALLY, JC PICKS SNIFF UP AGAIN AND SLAMS HIM VICIOUSLY TO THE FLOOR WITH A 'PERFECTO', LEAVING HIM A LIFELESS CRUMPLED HEAP ON THE GROUND AS HE PICKS UP THE MICROPHONE AGAIN AND TURNS TO THE CAMERA, BREATHING HEAVILY WITH AN INTENSITY WE HAVEN'T SEEN FROM HIM BEFORE.) JC: I'm not afraid to face ANYONE!!! NO ONE will EVER take MY WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE away from me!! I am the single BEST athlete in this company, BAR NONE, but if you people are too STUPID to realise that, and if the Championship Committee is too RETARDED to realise that Pect and Mitchell are NOTHING compared to JC McDonald, then you had better OPEN YOUR EYES and PAY ATTENTION... Because tonight... I'm going to SHOW YOU that I am the most DOMINANT World Heavyweight Champion this business has EVER KNOWN!!! (AS JC FINISHES HIS SPEECH, WE SEE THE REST OF HELLBOUND APPEARING ON THE SCENE BEHIND JC WITH WEAPONS IN HAND TO THE ENORMOUS BOOS OF THE BACKGROUND CROWD. JC AND FALLEN ANGEL STAND FACE TO FACE WITH WICKED SMILES AS ANGEL HANDS JC A WEAPON OF HIS OWN AND JC LOOKS IT OVER INDULGENTLY, ALMOST SEEMING TO BE CONTEMPLATING THE VIOLENCE HE INTENDS TO INFLICT, SAVOURING IT AS HE HOLDS IT IN HIS HANDS. JC LOOKS BACK INTO THE CAMERA AS HE CONTINUES WITH A VICIOUS AURA SURROUNDING HIM.) JC: See, what the people, the boys in the back, what EVERYONE involved in this company needs to UNDERSTAND is that the Committees and the businessmen, and the mindless corporate drones or this company do NOT run TFWF... HELLBOUND DOES!! So tonight... Rhys Pect... Mike Mitchell... YOU will learn FIRST-HAND the incredible power Hellbound has to wield. You will learn FIRST-HAND that you are NOTHING compared to ME... And tonight Pect and Mitchell... You will learn FIRST-HAND what happens when 'The Mould' BREAKS OUT!!! (ALL THE MEMBERS OF HELLBOUND CARESS THERE WEAPONS WITH EVIL INTENT AND WICKED SMILES ON THEIR FACES AS THEY WALKS OFF THE SCENE AND WE ARE LEFT WITH THE IMAGE OF THE BROKEN, LIFELESS SNIFF SPRAWLED ACROSS THE GROUND.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: My god JC McDonald is fired up! SJ: What do you expect? He's the World Champion for a reason. Granted he might not believe Mitchell and Pect are good enough to face him, but he'll still rip them apart at NOR. SC: And Fallen Angel and Law and Order beating down Adam Cage, I feel sorry for that kid. SJ: Don't, he's in the big leagues now and that is how Fallen Angel does things. SC: Ok folks up next it's the main event and….wait a minute….I'm getting word there's an incident taking place backstage…ok…have we got a camera back there? (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE) (WE SEE SHANE CORNELL BEING HURLED INTO A WALL OFF CAMERA AS A LOT OF COMMOTION CAN BE HEARD. THE CAMERA PANS AROUND AND WE SEE A MONSTER OF A MAN, AT LEAST 7 FEET TALL STANDING THEIR SNARLING INTO THE CAMERA. HIS FACE IS MASKED WITH THE NUMBER 23 ON THE FRONT. BESIDE HIM STANDS A SMALL MAN WITH GLASSES AND A RECEDING HAIR LINE. HE POINTS TO CORNELL AS THE MONSTER NODS HIS HEAD AND HE BEGINS TO STAMP AWAY AT CORNELL'S CHEST AS THE SMALL MAN TURNS TO THE CAMERA.) DM: Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dr Miles Mills and the beast you see behind me destroying the so called Franchise is my personal bringer of destruction Number 23! (NUMBER 23 HEAVES CORNELL UP BY THE THROAT AND THEN SLAMS HIM OFF THE GROUND WITH A BRUTAL LOOKING POWER SLAM. AS DR MILLS STANDS LAUGHING NUMBER 23 LIFTS THE LIFELESS BODY OF CORNELL UP AND THEN DROPS HIM WITH A SICK LOOKING POWER BOMB ON THE FLOOR. DR MILLS TURNS TO THE CAMERA.) DM: It is time for the TFWF to cower in fear at the monster than is Number 23. You may not know us now, but by NOR you will all know the name Dr Miles Mills and the monster that is Number 23. Thanks to some last minute negotiations, you are looking at the man who will face Troy Trinidad and APB for the Hardcore Title at NOR. Shane Cornell was just the start and at NOR, Number 23 will prove that, YOU CAN'T STOP SCIENCE. (NUMBER 23 ROARS INTO THE CAMERA AS IN THE BACKGROUND EMT'S TEND TO SHANE CORNELL. DR MILLS LAUGHS LOUDLY AS HE GRABS NUMBER 23 BY THE HAIR AND DRAGS HIM OFF CAMERA.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: My God, did you see the size of that man? He looked bigger than Samson! SJ: This does not look good at all, Dr Miles Mills, I've heard of that guy, he got locked up a few years back for doing experiments on humans, he was injecting them with all kinds of muscle stimulants and growth hormones. SC: Well that monster with him, Number 23, he looks like an experiment gone wrong. SJ: Whatever he is, he's just damn near killed Shane Cornell and he's going to NOR instead of The Franchise to take on Trinidad and APB for the Hardcore Title. SC: As if Trinidad and APB haven't had a tough enough night already, now they've got to deal with this monster, Number 23, at NOR. SJ: I think things just got real interesting around here! SC: Well that's another story for another time. Right now all of Hellbound are coming out here to serve as the lumberjacks in this match. Listen to this crowd really let them have it. This Main Event is going to be spectacular! Lumberjack Match - Hellbound Lumberjacks - Law and Order Referee Rhys Pect vs Mike Mitchell (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: Ladies and gentlemen this is your Monday Night Mayhem Main Event! (BIG CROWD POP.) JH: This match is a Hellbound Lumberjack Match…scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: He finally got what he wanted earlier tonight and that's a shot at the World Title at NOR, but now he's got to get through Pect and Hellbound who have surrounded the ring. SJ: This is what Main Event's in the TFWF should be all about, punks like Mitchell being put in their place by Hellbound, I love it! JH: And his opponent…. *REQUIEM' - BOY SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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: The former World Champion looks focused on Mitchell but he needs to keep an eye on Hellbound at ringside here. SJ: Poor Pect, he had it all until he decided to challenge JC and now look at him, fighting for his life! The match of the night by some distance as Pect and Mitchell both show why they are considered joint number one contenders for the TFWF World Heavyweight Title. The match starts out with Mitchell getting the upper hand with some nice chain wrestling. As Hellbound circle the ring with weapons in hand, Mitchell brings Pect to the mat and works over his neck and upper back as best he can. He has Pect hooked in a camel clutch at one point and is really doing a number on his back. Mitchell is dominating Pect early on, he nails him with a suplex and then a death valley driver for a near fall. The tide turns as Mitchell charges Pect but he moves and Mitchell flies through the ropes and to the floor. Hellbound are on Mitchell in an instant to some big time crowd heat. The stomp and punch away at him before Anderson and Angel hold Mitchell up and McDonald slams him in the ribs with a baseball bat! Hellbound roll Mitchell back in the ring and Pect goes to work on his ribs. He beats down Mitchell with forearms shots to the back and backbreakers before hitting a double stomp off the top rope right onto Mitchell's ribs. This gets a close near fall. Pect continues his assault as he works over Mitchell's ribs. A few times Pect simply throws Mitchell out to the floor where Hellbound work him over some more to big crowd heat. Eventually Pect signals that the match is over and goes for 'The Perfected and Respected' but Mitchell fires off some punches to the head of Pect while on his shoulders and in a great spot uses a head scissors to send Pect over the top to the floor where Hellbound are waiting as Mitchell lands on the ring apron. The finish to match comes with Pect being beaten down on the floor by Hellbound, Mitchell sets himself on the ring apron and then leaps onto the middle rope and hits an assai moonsault that knocks everyone down! The crowd are freaking out as Kirsta Lewis sprints down the ramp and she and Shane Anderson brawl to the back!! Mitchell is up and he grabs a lead pipe out of Fallen Angel's hand, he rolls Pect back in the ring and raises the lead pipe up as the crowd cheer, but from behind McDonald nails Mitchell with a low blow! The crowd are booing the house down as Mitchell drops the mat and McDonald shares a hand shake with the special referee, Law and Order. Pect struggles to his feet and slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle, he has himself set when McDonald climbs on the apron and shoves Pect off the top!! The crowd are booing as McDonald looks very pleased with himself. An exhausted and dazed Mitchell nails Pect with the 'Flawless Execution' and makes the cover, for the one, two, three!! With Pect out cold Mitchell gets to his feet and the crowd celebrate, only for McDonald and Fallen Angel to roll into the ring, weapons in hand. Angel cracks Mitchell in the back of the knee with a tyre iron before McDonald plants Mitchell with a 'Perfecto' right in the middle of the ring. WINNER, VIA PINFALL: Mike Mitchell Match Time: 26.41 Match Rating: 5 stars. Mitchell and Pect are both out cold in the middle of the ring as Fallen Angel and Law and Order hold McDonald's arms up in the air in victory. The show ends with McDonald standing over the bodies of Pect and Mitchell with the TFWF World Title held over head. END SHOW.