DATE : Mon 30thJuly 2007 Monday Mayhem - from Manchester, Lancashire, England - Evening News Arena
[FLASHBACK: THE DRAMATIC TITLE CHANGES ARE SHOWN FROM MAYHEM ALONG WITH THE REVOLUTION IDEAL AND THE CONTROVERSY OVER THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WORLD TITLE.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE CROWD IN ARENA 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, "WE WANT CROSS AND TIGER" "THE REVOLUTION IS HERE" AND "CIVIL WAR I'M WITH SNIFF" ARE SOME OF THE EFFORTS WE SEE. THE CAMERA FINALLY SETTLES ON SNOOP AND SCOOP AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Monday Mayhem live here from Merry Old England were tonight, we are hoping to get a bit more clarity on the number one contender for the World title as well as see if the Revolution has any ideas in store for Ian Monks and his crew. SJ: Who ever heard of a revolution working…I mean seriously… *'ANEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP. CROSS WALKS OUT ONTO THE RAMP WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE. HE IS DRESSED IN HIS STREET CLOTHES AND MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AS THE CROWD GO INSANE FOR HIM.) SC: Well it looks like Sebastian Cross has got something on his mind and he's going to let us all know what that is. SJ: Oh great, let me guess, "I should have won the rumble, Hardcore Legend shouldn't get a World Title shot before me" blah blah blah! (CROSS IS NOW IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING WITH A MIC IN HAND AS THE CROWD CHANT HIS NAME. HE MOTIONS WITH HIS HAND FOR THEM TO QUIETEN DOWN AND RAISES THE MIC UP.) SEC: Manchester thank you for that famous English warm welcome. (MASSIVE CHEAP POP.) SEC: But I'm not out here tonight to suck up to you people, you all saw the bullshit that went down last week with Hardcore Legend, Tiger Young and Ian Monks. (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE FANS START A BIG 'YOU GOT SCREWED' CHANT WHICH CROSS NODS HIS HEAD TO.) SEC: I couldn't have said it better myself. We all know there's only one match the world wants to see and that's Tiger Young defending his World Title against Sebastian Cross, no stipulations, no run ins, no Fallen fucking Angel coming out and trying to screw the whole thing up and certainly no Hardcore Legend! (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) SEC: So the question I've got to ask is, what's wrong Tiger? I want this match, the people seem to want this match, why don't you tell Monks and Legend to go fuck themselves and give us all what we want? No, well it looks like what I thought was right, Tiger Young is….. *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND TOWARDS THE RING WITH THE WORLD TITLE SLUNG OVER HIS SHOULDER.) SC: Well I guess Cross is going to get his answer. SJ: Just perfect, now this moron is out here, where the hell is TFWF security when you need them? (TIGER SLIDES INTO THE RING AND WALKS UP TO CROSS. THE TWO MEN ARE NOSE TO NOSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AS THE CROWD GO NUTS. HE GESTURES TO CROSS FOR THE MIC AND AFTER A MOMENTS PAUSE CROSS HANDS THE MIC TO THE WORLD CHAMPION.) TY: You know, for a guy who lost the Rumble match at Dependence Day, you sure do make a lot of demands. I just don't get it Cross, why are you making this big deal out of facing me? I mean true, you've probably never been in the ring with anyone as good as me in the past, but come on, what's the real deal here? You got a bit of crush on The Champ, right? (THE CROWD 'OHH' AS YOUNG SMIRKS AND CROSS DOES THE SAME. YOUNG TAKES A STEP BACK AS HE SPEAKS.) TY: I've got a question for you Cross. Would you grant me a World Title shot if you won the Rumble? (CROSS REACHES FOR THE MIC AND YOUNG HANDS IT TO HIM.) SEC: You're damn right I would. You see I don't back down from a challenge, unlike you. (THE CROWD 'OHH' AGAIN AS BOTH MEN SMIRK AND YOUNG TAKES THE MIC BACK OFF CROSS WITH A BIT MORE FORCE THAN BEFORE.) TY: No one is backing down here chump. I just don't see what you've done to deserve a shot at the biggest prize in this sport. I mean sure Hardcore Legend is a douche bag, but at least he's got a legal contract. You? All you've got is a chip on your shoulder cause you couldn't get the job done at Dependence Day. (CROSS TAKES A STEP FORWARD AND GRABS THE MIC OFF YOUNG WHICH CAUSES THE TENSION BETWEEN THE TWO MEN TO INCREASE GREATLY.) SEC: How about the fact I won the King of the Deathmatch this year, or my IC Title reign, or the fact that if it wasn't for that ass piece Fallen Angel, I'd be the one holding that World Title right now. Face facts Tiger, you're ducking me. You know I've got your number and you just don't want that fact proven to the people. Or is it that your little speech last week to Ian Monks was all a double bluff? I mean you've been a corporate whore in the past, Hard Steel 2000 I believe it was, what's to say you aren't sucking Monk's off just like Angel is? (THAT WAS ONE INSULT TO FAR AS YOUNG DROPS THE WORLD TITLE AND SHOVES CROSS IN THE CHEST! THE CROWD EXPLODE WITH NOISE AS CROSS SHOVES BACK AND THE TWO MEN GO CHEST TO CHEST WITH SOME INTENSE TRASH TALKING. BEFORE ANY FISTS CAN FLY TFWF SECURITY COME RUSHING DOWN THE RAMP AND SEPARATE THE TWO TO SOME BIG CROWD HEAT. THE FANS START A CHANT OF 'LET THEM FIGHT' WHICH BOTH MEN AGREE WITH. THE SECURITY GET THEM APART AND CROSS IS PUSHED OUT THE RING. HE BACKS UP THE RAMP AND WE HEAR HIM SHOUT.) SEC: You can't duck me forever Young. (YOUNG BECKONS HIM TO BRING IT ON, BUT THE SECURITY KEEP BOTH MEN APART AS THEY TRADE MORE INSULTS AND TRASH TALK.) SC: Wow, what a combustible issue here folks, Sebastian Cross has accused Tiger Young of ducking him and that hasn't sat too well with the World Champion! SJ: No wonder! Granted Young didn't accept the challenge, but come on, why would anyone duck Cross? He's a total loser! In fact, they're both total losers, they should just give the World Title to Hardcore Legend and let everyone move on! (T.F.W.F. HYPE VIDE FOR BIRMINGHAM NEXT DATE IN THEIR EUROPEAN TOUR.) Randall Dylan/Jackie Daniels vs Epsilon/Number 23 (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'HIT THE FLOOR' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (CROWD BOO. T.A.T. FOOTAGE OF THE OVER THE TOP DESTRUCTION AND DEVASTATION WHICH EPSILON CAUSES IS SHOWN. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE EMMOTIONLESS AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A PURPOSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Casper, Wyoming…weighing 293 pounds…Epsilon!!! SC: This man has certainly had the number of Randall Dylan as of late Snoop. SJ: I have explicitly said when these two men came into the T.F.W.F. in a very short time frame of one another that the only one worth keeping an eye on was Epsilon. And now look at him…ready to take on the world!!! JH: And his partner… *'BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE' - THOMAS DOLBY PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH THE CLASSIC MOMENT FROM FRANKENSTEIN WHERE THE DR. SHOUTS 'ITS ALIVE!' WITH LOTS OF SCIENTIFIC EXPLOSIONS AND ELECTRICAL PYROS. DR. MILES MILLS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CAREFULLY LEADING THE CHAINED 23 WHOM SEEMS SOMEWHAT AT BAY BY MILLS' CONTROL. THE TWO GET IN THE RING AS 23 BELLOWS LOUDLY.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Cindy and Dr. Miles Mills…from Parts Unknown…weighing 400 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…Number 23!!! SC: Well Epsilon certainly lucked out in the tag stakes tonight teaming alongside Number 23, my only worry would be how volatile the monster can be at any given time. SJ: Dr. Miles Mills and Cindy have that under control Scoop, fact is, your looking at a lethal one, two punch right here. JH: And their opponents… *'I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD' - MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. JACKIE DANIELS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND GETS A HUGE POP. DYLAN FOLLOWS LOOKING QUITE DEJECTED.) SC: This is like a lamb to the slaughter…Randall Dylan looks like he would rather be anyplace but here in a T.F.W.F. ring. SJ: Would you want to be in a ring with Number 23 and Epsilon? I mean really would you? FINISH...Through his entire stint in the match Dylan gets his ass handed to him by 23 and Epsilon in turn. He looks dejected and annoyed with life generally. Finally, Epsilon clotheslines him to the outside, when Dylan gets up he just walks off to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Daniels stands in the ring with two of the biggest wrestlers of all time staring down at her when Epsilon smiles and tags in 23 rather stifly. 23 looks at him and bellows. He grabs Epsilon and chokeslams him in the middle of the ring before then hitting Jackie Daniels with a running clothesline. 23 bellows Hardcore out really loudly and storms to the back under the guidance of Cindy and Mills. Daniels seizing her opportunity crawls over to Epsilon and droops her hand over him getting, the one, two, three... Winner, via pinfall: Jackie Daniels and Randall Dylan Match Time: 11m20s Match Rating: 2.5 Stars (BACKSTAGE FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EDITION OF MAHONEY MADNESS! MAHONEY'S CURRENT GUESTS ARE THE EVER SO CHARASMATIC PROJECT NOVA. IN THEIR EVER SO LUXURIOUS LOCKER ROOM.) MM: Hello, I'm here with Jayden Knight and Manny Rodriguez. A group collectively known as Project Nova. Former world tag champions and two of the most popular newcomers in the TFWF. JK: Nice to be here Mahoney... You'll get the call someday. MM: Get the call? (A GRIN EXPLODES ONTO MANNY'S FACE. NOT USUAL. MAYBE IT'S A PRECURSOR TO WHAT IS TO COME NOW.) JK: From CWA... Once you can you know, work at Sniff's level. MM:...Funny one, Knight. Now, for our first question... JK: No, but honestly did you get a call from them? MM: ...No, sir. I didn't. JK: Does that hurt your pride a bit? MM: A little. But I know in my heart that I'm a TFWF man. Maybe they... JK: Well can't blame them for their decision. I mean on one end you have a socially diseased mentally ill creepy little weirdo or Mahoney... What do you think they're going to go with? (JK SAYS WITH A SNICKER.) MM: ...Yeah, funny... Anyway, first question. I'll start off at the top with the revolution. What's the revolution's game plan? MR: Take people like Ian Monks and Hour of Power who boss the athletes like us around and kick their asses. MM: Well put. Any targets in particular? JK: Definitely James Onlee and Tremere. I mean we've taken care of them before and we can take care of them again. They lucked out when they took our tag championships. But, not to fret, We'll be taking then back once again. MM: Now, as I understand it you have been in heavy talks with Joey Lupino. Many say that Joey Lupino pretty much deserved a return match against Hardcore Legend but Hardcore Legend pretty much weaseled out of it with his contract. Now, I'm wondering has Joey Lupino gain any ground on his attempts to get a one on one match with the number one contender? JK: Well, we've been getting absolutely no official word on it. But, that can be expected. Monks obviously doesn't give a damn about Lupino and his well deserved return match. But talking to Lupino he is a focused man. He knows he deserves his chance to rid the world of that scum Hardcore Legend and he is not going to stop getting in his face until he gets it. (MAHONEY SMILES IN APPRECIATION.) JK: Hey, all joking aside, you're a pretty good interviewer. You know what, what do you think? (KNIGHT LOOKS OVER TO RODRIGUEZ WHO SIMPLY NODS IN APPROVAL. HE THEN TURNS BACK TO MAHONEY.) JK: MacMillan? How would you like to be the official commentator of the revolution? MM: Why... Why... I'd be honored to. JK: Ok then, down to one knee. MM: What? JK: Don't question just do it. Down to one knee and hang your head. Also, hand me your microphone. (MAHONEY KIND OF CONFUSED BY THE ODD REQUEST SHRUGS AND DOES SO. KNIGHT THEN TAPS THE MICROPHONE ON ONE SHOULDER AND FLOATING OVER MM'S HEAD TAPS IT ON THE OTHER.) JK: I know dub thee Sir Mahoney MacMillan, official interviewer of the revolution. You may rise to your feet. (MAHONEY RISES TO HIS FEET AND JK POKES HIM IN THE EYE.) MM: OW! What was that for! JK: It's the last insult you shall ever have to take. Now, take thy weapon and off with you! Scoop the information that Monks sponsored heretics fear to unleash upon thine world! (KNIGHT SAYS HANDING MAHONEY HIS MICROPHONE BACK. HE THEN TAPS HIM ON THE SHOULDER SPINS HIM AROUND AND PUSHES HIM OUT THE DOOR. SENDING HIM OFF TO DO TRUE AND GOOD FOR THE CAUSE!) (TFWF GOES BACKSTAGE. RANDALL DYLAN IS CARRYING HIS GEAR ANDHEADING OUT OF THE ARENA. HE PUSHES HIS WAY PAST A FEW PEOPLE.JACKIE DANIELS CATCHES UP WITH HIM.) JD: Hey! Where are you going RD: …. (DYLAN CONTINUES TO WALK, IGNORING JACKIE. JACKIE GRABS HIM BY THE SHOULDER AND TURNS HIM AROUND) JD: Randall…how the hell are we going to win if you keep on walking out on me? (LOOKING DOWN AT JACKIE, RANDALL TURNS AROUND UPSET AND WALKS OUT OF THE ARENA. JACKIE FROWNS.) *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP (JACKIE TURNS AROUND TO SEE EPSILON LEANING AGAINST THE WALL. HIS DISGUST AT LOSING MOMENTS EARLIER HAS NOW CHANGED TO ONE OF A BIG SMILE.) JD: Something funny? (EPSILON SMILES.) E: YeahThat little show I just saw. Funniest thing I've ever seen. Looks like your little boy toy isn't wrapped around your little finger enough yet JD: You think that's funny, he is losing his mind! Somebody is making calls to him, I don't know what to think anymore…and you think that is funny? E: No, I think this.... (EPSILON GRABS A MEASURE OF REVENGE GRABBING JACKIE AROUND THE NECK AND SLAMMING HER FACE INTO THE WALL. SHE CRUMPLES TO THE GROUND AS HE WALKS OFF SMILING TO HIMSELF.) (ACTION GOES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: I just can't understand what is going on with Randall Dylan at the moment and now Jackie is taking the beatings for it. SJ: What the heck is McMillian doing wearing that dumbass shirt! SC: I actually think its quite fetching. SJ: Assholes! The pair of you. Joey Lupino vs James Onlee (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES' RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions…James Onlee!!! SC: Well the buzz word around T.F.W.F. at the moment seems to be the controversy in which Onlee conducted himself when a video came to light recently on the internet and to be honest I was pretty sickened with what I saw. SJ: Hush little baby don't say a word… SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! JH: And his opponent… *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WOLF WHISTLES.THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AND WE SEE TWO HANDGUNS CROSSED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCREEN. THE IMAGES MIXES INTO A WOLF RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS, BLOOD DRIPPING FROM IT'S TEETH. STROBES LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AS 'THE LONE WOLF' JOEY LUPINO STRUTS OUT ONTO THE STAGE. HE RUSHES FROM ONE SIDE OF THE STAGE TO THE OTHER HYPING UP THE FANS. LUPINO FLASH THE CROWD THE MILLION DOLLAR SMILE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 235 pounds…'The Enforcer' Joey Lupino!!! SC: The Leader Of The Revolution is here…the Hoodlums own Joey Lupino and boy does he look like a man on a mission tonight Snoop. SJ: He can set the tone tonight for this dismal ideal…well actually, I will rephrase that when Onlee kicks his ass…he will set the tone for this dismal ideal. FINISH...Match of the night as Onlee and Lupino battle back and forth. Lupino takes early advanatge, but then the T.A.T. comes to life with that of a sound of a crying child. Lupino seems a little bit off put by this and Onlee gathers his own momentum back. The match becomes a literal blood fest. Xander Gates leads a load of hooded parishoners down to the ring, but they are met by APB and Kirsta Lewis fending them off. Tremere slips through the crowd and hands Onlee the end of a shovel. Onlee swings it at Lupino clocking him in the face and scoring a pinfall one, two and three. Winner, via pinfall: James Onlee Match Time: 20m11s Match Rating: 5 Stars SC: The revolution are being out numbered...here come Project Nova...but here comes more parishoners...good God its like something out of a horror film. Tremere and Onlee have got this shovel...Lupino ducks the attack...grabs the shovel...DOUBLE SHOVEL TO THE FACE OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! SJ: Oh my... Lupino starts whacking parishoners to the ground with the shovel as the Revolution fight their way towards the ring. Gates grabs Onlee and Tremere and pulls them to safety as the Revolution stand in the middle of the ring. Lupino like a warrior holding the shovel in the air as his music plays and the blood cacades down his face. (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BY WITH MIKE MITCHELL. MAHONEY IS WEARING A NEWLY RELEASED TFWF SHIRT THAT READS 'CIVIL WAR: I AM WITH THE REVOLUTION'. MIKE AND MAHONEY ARE JUST SORT OF CHATTING AMONGST THEMSELVES AS THE CAMERA CREW COUNTS THEM DOWN AND TELLS THEM THEY'RE ON, AND SO THE INTERVIEW BEGINS.) MAC: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here right now with 'Machine' Mike Mitchell who has been dilligently recovering from his much noted injuries over the past week. Mike, last week we saw the dramatic formation of 'The Revolution', proclaiming that they were sick and tired of their treatment by TFWF Owner Ian Monks, and it seems we may soon be in the midst of a Civil War in TFWF. Your thoughts? MM: Well let me tell you Mac, it's aboot damn time the roster took a stand against that asshole Ian Monks... The son of a bitch has been calling the shots and holding people back ever since the days of DWIWF war, and I'm gonna savour the moment when this clique stroms Monks' office and tosses him out on his ass! (MASSIVE CROWD POP IN THE BACKGROUND.) MAC: Are you thinking of joining the ranks? You know, these t-shirts are only $19.99 if you order on www.tfwf.net. MM: Yeah... Well I don't know aboot that Mac. Right now, the only thing I've got on my mind is going out to that ring tonight and making Faith No Angel pay for what he's done to Mike Mitchell and his family... Angel, you don't know what hard times are... You live the high life with your pills, your booze, your champagne and cigars... And you don't know just how bad things can be... Tonight, you're gonna get a lesson in hard times, junior, courtesy of the Wrestling Machine. (THE CROWD CHEERS LOUDLY IN THE BACKGROUND AND THE CAMERA CREW CALLS CLEAR, BUT THE CAMERA IS STILL ROLLING. MIKE AND MAHONEY DROP INTO A BIT OF A MORE MANNER AS SOME AGENTS OFF SCREEN COMPLIMENT THEM ON A PROMO WELL DONE.) MM: Hey, thanks guys. Always good to hear people enjoy my work. MAC: Yeah, it was a nice piece of work their Mike, but I noticed you dodged the whole 'joining up' question. MM: Hey, don't look at me man, you're the one blatantly shilling shirts on the air. '$19.99 on tfwf.net', what was that? (MAHONEY AND MIKE LAUGH AMONGST THEMSELVES AND WE CAN HEAR THE CROWD LAUGHING IN THE BACKGROUND AS WELL. THEY CONTINUE TO CHAT AMONGST THEMSELVES CASUALLY, NOT KNOWING THE CAMERAS ARE STILL ROLLING WHEN MAHONEY STARTS SPEAKING UP ABOUT SOMETHING A BIT MORE CLOSE TO HOME FOR MIKE.) MAC: So hey, I was sorry to hear about that thing with Alex and Angel, that's seriously messed up. MM: Yeah, what kind of sick person does that? MAC: Is she ok? Anything serious? MM: Haven't spoken to her, but I saw her this morning and she still looked pretty shaken up. Then again we aint exactly on speaking terms... (MIKE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HE'S ENJOYING THE CONVERSATION AT THIS POINT AND ASKS AN OFF-SCREEN CAMERA GUY IF THEY'RE DONE YET. HE RESPONDS THAT THEY'VE JUST GOTTA GO OVER THE TAPE AGAIN AS MAHONEY CONTINUES.) MAC: So hey, I know you didn't wanna talk about it before in front of the camera, but what exactly is the deal with this 'Jim Ryan' guy? (MIKE IS LOOKING UNIMPRESSED BY MAHONEY'S QUESTION, BUT REMAINS GOOD-NATURED IN HIS REPLY.) MM: I told you before man, I don't know anything aboot it. MMAC: Oh yeah, right, right. MM: Seriously Mac, I DON'T KNOW. Would you drop it already? (MIKE IS STARTING TO GET VERY FRUSTRATED WITH MAHONEY OVER HIS QUESTIONING, BUT MAHONEY IS NOT ABOUT TO LET UP.) MAC: Come on Mike, you can trust me. I'm not gonna tell anybody, what's the big deal? MM: I SAID FUCKIN' DROP IT, OK?!! (MAHONEY BACKS OFF NOW IN SHOCK AS MIKE IS REACHING BOILING POINT AS HE CONTINUES TO RANT.) MM: All day long all I hear is 'who's Jim Ryan? Who's Jim Ryan?' and I always give 'em the same fuckin' answer; I DON'T KNOW!! OK?!! But that's just not good enough for 'em!!! They can't take the goddamn hint!!! I've fuckin' HAD IT!!! (MIKE SNAPS AND GOES ON A RAMPAGE TO A LOUD GASP FROM THE CROWD AS HE PICKS UP A GARBAGE CAN AND HURLS IT ACROSS THE ROOM, KNOCKING THE CAMERA OVER AND ONTO THE FLOOR IN THE PROCESS. OFF-SCREEN WE CAN HEAR MIKE GOING BALLISTIC AS VARIOUS CRASHES AND SMASHES ECHO IN THE BACKGROUND. FINALLY, A CAMERE MAN MANAGES TO PICK UP THE CAMERA AND WE SEE THE CARNAGE AS THE BACKSTAGE AREA HAS JUST BEEN OBLITERATED THE CAMERA PANS AROUND JUST IN TIME TO SHOW T.F.W.F. SECURITY ARRIVING ON THE SCENE WITH LAW AND ORDER AND RESTRAINING THE WILDLY THRASHING MIKE MITCHELL. LAO ORDERS THE SECURITY TO TAKE MIKE MITCHELL TO A HOLDING CELL AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ARENA UNTILS HE HAS COOLED DOWN FOR HIS MATCH. IT TAKES ABOUT A DOZEN MEN TO PROPERLY RESTRAIN MIKE AS THEY ESCORT HIM OFF THE SCENE. LAO AND MAHONEY WATCH IN DISBELIEF AS MIKE IS HAULED OFF WHEN LAO SUDDENLY NOTICES MAHONEY'S SHIRT.) LAO: What in the Wide Wide World of Sports?! Civilian Macmillan! What in the HELL do you think you are wearing?! This man's army will not stand for sacrilegious against our company!! MAC: What? What the hell are you--? LAO: You will not wearing the colours of the enemy! Do I make myself clear?! (LAO RIPS THE 'CIVIL WAR: I AM WITH THE REVOLUTION' T-SHIRT RIGHT OFF OF MAHONEY'S BACK AND KNOCKS HIM INTO THE WALL TO HUGE BOOS AS THE SCENE CUTS OUT.) (WE GO BACKSTAGE. OUR FIRST SHOT IS OF A NAME PLATE WITH THE NAME 'IAN MONKS' ON IT WHICH BRINGS IMMEDIATE CROWD HEAT. THE CAMERA PANS OVER TO REVEAL THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION RHYS PECT SITTING IN A CHAIR NEAR MONKS.) RP: It's not right...not right at all I tell you Mr. Monks. I mean how am I suppose to earn this company money when I have sluts and retards getting involved in my matches? (IAN MONKS TAPS HIS FINGER ON HIS DESK.) IM: You know, you have something there...but it isnt just Lewis and Bartsch. Its this whole damn Revolution thing. Its a waste of time...time that could be spent on getting big name draws into this company and putting them on the map. (PECT LIKE A LAPDOG NODS HIS HEAD.) RP: Draws like me of course Mr. Monks... (IAN AGREES WITH A NOD OF HIS OWN HEAD.) IM: Yes, yes of course. You will have the full support of this office. Now for this 'Revolution' in this so called 'Civil War'... (IAN LOOKS AT RHYS AND THEN SNAPS HIS FINGERS.) IM: OF COURSE...We divide and conquer... (RHYS GULPS AS IAN LOOKS AT HIM WITH A FUNNY LOOK ON HIS FACE.) RP: How exactly do you plan to do that Mr. Monks? (IAN SMILES.) IM: It's simple we use their basic instincts against one another. This 'Revolution' claims to be watching out over one another, but there is one thing they want more...to 'be the best'! (IAN SMILES ONCE MORE AT RHYS WHO IS DEVELOPING A LEERY LOOK.) IM: So in the case of Bartsch and Lewis we make their greed for being the best become their greatest enemy, we make them work against one another...yes...muhahaha...and thats where you come in Rhys. RP: Me! IM: It's simple, we set up a little triple threat match at Hard Steel 2007 for the Intercontinental Championship. Pect vs Bartsch vs Lewis...and then we sit back and watch the greed rip them apart! (A BIG SMILE DEVELOPS ON MONKS' FACE. HE BEGINS TO CHUCKLE AND THEN LAUGH ALMOST INSANELY. PECT JOINS IN, BUT SEEMS A LITTLE UNEASY AS MONKS SHAKES HIS HAND STILL LAUGHING LIKE A LOON.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Two distrubing pieces of news there folks...one Mike Mitchell when the cameras stopped snapped and secondly it seems like Rhys Pect is the latest star to chose a side in the Revolution vs. Ian Monks. SJ: And to be honest, Pect knows exactly where his bread is buttered. Ian Monks doesnt want a war, he just wants people to work for him. SC: Yeah and if you dont like it, he exterminates you...what did you take on Mike Mitchell? SJ: Don't ask him about Nolan Ryan? SC: Nolan Ryan... SJ: Yeah 1980s superstar fastball pitched for the Houstin Astros... SC: WILL YOU STOP! John Ricker vs Doc Holliday (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'COWBOY' - KID ROCK PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. A SET OF PLAYING CARDS FANS ON THE T.A.T. AS GUN SHOT HOLES APPEAR ALL AROUND THEM. HOLLIDAY STROLLS UNDER THE STAGE WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH. HE SMILES, DROPS IT AND STUBS IT OUT WITH HIS BOOT BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Dallas, Texas…weighing 240 pounds…Bill 'The Doc' Holliday!!! SC: Bill Holliday feeling a mixed reaction from this crowd tonight, fans not seemingly sure on how to take the Texan. SJ: Well John Ricker had some very damming points he made this week about the lifestyle of the former Doc Holliday and maybe these peons are allowing Ricker, whom I deam as pretty insane, to infiltrate their thinking. JH: And his opponent… *'AM I EVIL' - METALLICA PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLIES OPEN WITH THE WORDS 'THE ICE MAN COMETH'. A DARK AND CHILLING VIDEO IS SHOWN AS JOHN RICKER MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE SHOWING LITTLE EMOTION IN THE TASK AT HAND.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Joensuu, Finland…weighing 228 pounds…John Ricker!!! SC: There is a certain intensity about this T.F.W.F. Rookie which sends worry to his opponents I think Snoop. SJ: Maybe its his creepy Finnish accent. SC: Will you stop! FINISH…Holliday starts out like a man on fire, but Ricker quickly doses the intiial flames half way through ripping Holliday apart. Leary hits the ring area and throws Doc a horse shoe which he brains Ricker with it. Ricker staggers around and Doc plants him with the 'Full House' but somehow Ricker gets a foot on the ropes. Doc pulls him to his feet and from nowhere Ricker nails him with the 'Ricker Scale' for the win. After the match Leary gets in the ring and slams the LHW title into Ricker's head. Holliday and Leary bail out of the ring with Ricker out cold. Winner, via pinfall: John Ricker Match Time: 13m41s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: We are back folks and just before the break we saw, Jason Leary's interference which almost cost Ricker, the match and then the beat down at the end of the contest. SJ: Yeah, well I kind of like this tactic from Leary and Holliday. SC: And up next is a match which isn't for the faint hearted...its another match involving this 'Revolution' and of course 'The Hour of Power'... Xander Gates vs Jayden Knight (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'SOUVENIR' - KORN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE ENTIRE ARENA ENTERS SORT OF A BLACK AND WHITE EFFECT. THE T.A.T. COMES TO LIFE WITH A REVOLVING SYMBOL OF A "X" AND "G" ENTWINED. PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE RAMP WAY AS XANDER GATES WALKS OUT TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Denver, Colorado…weighing 249 pounds…Xander Gates!!! SC: Gates here looking to get the job done against Jayden Knight of Project Nova… SJ: And remember this man here is a very well respected in ring singles career where as Jayden Knight has been playing second fiddle to Manny Rodriguez most of his. SC: That is certainly not true… JH: And his opponent… *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (BIG 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. AN ECSTATIC OZZY FINCH WALKS THROUGH THE CURTAIN AND LEADS HIS CHARGES TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Manny Rodriguez and Ozzy Finch…from San Francisco, California…weighing 220 pounds…Jayden Knight!!! SC: Ozzy is there and Manny are there I am seeing this as a way of steering off any Co-Alition Members coming to ringside. SJ: Ok so now you adopt the name Co-Alition, well we prefer to be known as the Co-Alition of the Hour of Power… SC: Do I look like I want to even go there… SJ: In association with Ian Monks… SC: Will you stop! FINISH...With limitted knowledge of Gates, Knight takes an early beating. Post Raul syndrome, Manny is there at ringside with Ozzy cheering on Knight who isnt looking too sharp at the beginning, however with one swift move after another, Knight starts to gain the advantage. All of a sudden Tremere and Onlee reemerge through the curtains covered in blood from the shovel incident earlier on tonight. Rodriguez doesnt waste any time and throws himself at Onlee. Tremere bipasses the assault and clocks Ozzy with a chair. He throws the chair to Gates who pummels Knight with it resulting in a DQ of Gates. Gates continues his assault setting Knight up and delivering the 'Deception 07' and leaving Knight for dead. He comes back up the ramp before the Revolution can even make a move the Hour of Power have decimated Project Nova begging the question where were Lupino, Bartsch and Lewis! Winner, via DQ: Jayden Knight Match Time: 12m55s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars SC: The Hour Of Power lose the match, win the battle, but who is going to win this war!!! (ACTION CUTS BACKSTAGE.) (NOW FOR MORE EXCITING ADVENTURES IN THE WORLD OF MAHONEY MCMILLIAN. MAHONEY IS WEARING A 'CIVIL WAR: I AM WITH IAN MONKS' T-SHIRT. WE'RE BACKSTAGE WITH THE EVER SO DASTARDLY EVIL GENIUS DR.MILES MILLS. WHO IS RUNNING HIS FINGERS TOGETHER IN A DEVIOUS FASHION ALA MR.BURNS. AS YOU COULD EXPECT BEHIND HIM IS A CHAINED 23 AND CINDY WHO IS PACIFYING THE MONSTER FOR THE MOMENT.) MM: Greetings folks, This is Mahoney McMillan and I'm here with the ever so scheming Dr.Mills Mills. DM: Salutations Mahoney. I would like to spend those moment for commending you on your admirable choice of fashion today... (MAHONEY RESPONDS WITH A NERVOUS NOD.) DM: You know, I have a great deal of respect for the man Ian Monks. I'd say he's probably the only living person on the earth that's almost as smart as myself. That's how much I respect that man. MM: Right, So I'm assuming that you're siding against the revolution? DM: Oh god yes. Think I would ever side with a bunch of coarse half-witted Neadrathals like that bunch? Think again. Dr. Miles Mills is not an ingrate. I understand how much Ian Monks has given to me and the wrestling world and without a doubt will always be willing to give back. Hopefully enough we'll be able to put an end to this juvenile endevour once and all. MM: Last Monday we have seen a resurgence of 24/7 victories. Perhaps we may be returning to the days when a Hardcore Champion has to be constantly looking over his shoulder in fear of losing his title. With 23 being the hardcore champion he has the target on his chest. How do you feel about your creation being a marked man? DM: Honestly? I love it! I mean from what better way to study than on the field? This way I can also test 23 on his reaction to the element of surprise. The hardcore title presents a very... 23: HARDDDDDDDDDDDDKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (23 MOANS... HE THEN BEGINS TO STIR. EVEN CINDY CAN'T CONVINCE HIM TO STOP AND HAS TO TAKE A FEW STEPS BACK. ALL THE CHAINS THAT ONCE BOUND HIM ARE SNAPPED... MAHONEY JUMPS OUT OF THE WAY IN FEAR. 23 THEN LETS OUT A FERAL SCREAM AND STEPS OFF SCREEN. MAHONEY GETS UP AND DUSTS HIMSELF OFF REALIZING THE MONSTER HAS NO INTEREST IN HIM. 23 THEN COMES BACK WITH THE HARDCORE BELT IN HAND. MILLS JUST WATCH AS HE PLOPPS INTO A LEATHER SEAT EMBRACING THE HARDCORE TITLE HOLDING IT UP TO HIS HEART. HE COMPLETELY SUCKS ALL OF THE ATTENTION AWAY FROM EVERYBODY IN THE ROOM... AS THIS HAPPEN JONAH STREET STEPS IN AND NOBODY NOTICES. HE GIVES MAHONEY A TAP ON THE SHOULDER. MAHONEY JUMPS UP NEARLY HAVING A HEART ATTACK. JONAH THEN GRABS MAHONEY'S HAND WITH THE MICROPHONE AND BRINGS IT TO HIS FACE. HE THEN LOOKS THE MONSTER 23 HEAD ON AS 23 STILL STROKES HIS PRECIOUS HARDCORE TITLE) JS: You know I see you there. With that gold in your arms like it means something. That gold doesn't mean crap in your possession. How about you let a real champion get his shot? That's why I'm going to take it from you. I'm not afraid of you you frickin' tard. So, why don't you step into the ring with me and we'll settle this man to man. That is unless you're afraid. (23 PRETTY MUCH IGNORES HIM. THE ONLY THING THAT EXISTS IN THE WORLD NOW HIS HIM AND THAT BELT. MILLS HOWEVER SIMPLY LAUGHS IN HIS FACE.) MM: Wha... What? Are you insane? My monster would positively pulverize you! (THIS IS WHEN THINGS GET REALLY INTERESTING... EATON GORE IS THEN WHEELED INTO SCENE. MASSIVE POP FOR THE MOST POPULAR MAN IN ALL OF TFWF, PROFFESIONAL WRESTLING, AND THE WORLD IN GENERAL. USUALLY GORE HAS THE HAPPY MUZZLE. BUT TODAY HE IS DONNING THE SPECIAL 'ANGRY' MUZZLE. APPARENTLY THE EVENTS OF MONDAY HAVE LEFT HIM DOWN.) EG: *INAUDIBLE GARBLING* (THEY ALL LOOK AT HIM ODDLY. SEE THE THING WITH THE ANGRY MUZZLE UNLIKE THE CHARACTERSTIC HAPPY MUZZLE IS THAT IT CONSTRICTS GORE FROM SPEAKING. RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT ALL OF A SUDDEN COMES HOLLIDAY CHARGING FROM OFF SCREEN TOWARDS 23... RIGHT BEFORE HE GETS THERE MILLS TOSSES MAHONEY IN THE LINE OF FIRE AND MAHONEY IS ACCIDENTALLY BLASTED WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD. 23 NOTICING THE DANGER JUMPS UP AND SMASHES HOLLIDAY(AND STREET FOR GOOD MEASURE) TO THE GROUND WITH A BELT SHOT. GORE THEN TRIES TO WHEEL FORWARD AND BECOME A PART OF THE ACTION BUT MILLS RUSHES TOWARDS GORE AND PULLS HIS BREAK CAUSING HIS WHEELCHAIR TO TUMBLE TO THE GROUND... GORE JUST LIES THERE STARRING ANGRILY AT THE CORNER. WHILE THIS HAPPENS 23 WALKS OF SCREEN. MILLS FOLLOWS. CINDY IS TOO BUSY TWIRLING HER HAIR AND LOOKING AT HER NAILS TO REALIZE WHAT JUST TRANSPIRED.) (WE SEE PHENOM WALKING TOWARDS THE CATERING SECTION OF THE BACKSTAGE AREA AND HE ROUNDS A CORNER HE STOPS IN HIS TRACKS AS HE COMES FACE TO FACE WITH JOEY LUPINO. THE TWO FORMER FRIENDS AND STABLE MATES HAVE A TENSE STAND OFF BEFORE LUPINO EXTENDS HIS HAND.) JL: For what it's worth, I was wrong about you man and I'm sorry. (PHENOM LOOKS AT LUPINO FOR A MOMENT AND THEN SHAKES HIS HAND.) PH: Hey, we both got played by that moustache twirling piece of shit. It's in the past. JL: Good to hear man, hey look, I heard about you and Kim and everything. If you need a place to stay or someone to get drunk with, well, give me a call. PH: That means a lot Joe, thanks. JL: No problem. Well I'll see you around man. (LUPINO GOES TO LEAVE BUT PHENOM TAKES HIS ARM AND STOPS HIM.) PH: Listen Joey, about this revolution that's going down, I want to help out, you know how much I hate Monks. Just it looks to me like there's too many people making decisions, this revolution needs a leader. JL: It ain't about leaders. It's about a group of people who think the same, watching each others backs and making sure that Ian Monks and the Hour of Power don't take us all to hell with them. (PHENOM IS QUIET FOR A MOMENT AS HE THINKS IT OVER. HE SMIRKS.) PH: Sounds good to me, anything I can do to help out the revolution, I'll do it. JL: Great man, one more to add to the side. Good to have you back man. PH: Thanks Joey. (THE TWO MEN SHAKE HANDS AGAIN BEFORE LUPINO WALKS AWAY AND PHENOM HEADS OFF CAMERA.) Sebastian Cross/Mike Mitchell vs Fallen Angel/Hardcore Legend *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION' - MEGADETH PLAYS* (BIG BIG HEEL HEAT. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. 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…Hardcore Legend!!! SJ: Ahhh the number one contender for the Undisputed World title. SC: You know that hasn't been decided yet, its people like you, whom I see keeping apart the Young and Cross match. A match which the T.F.W.F. want to see. SJ: Screw the fans, what have they done for me lately, just given me writers cramp from signing so many autographs. JH: And his partner… *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE* (MEGA HEEL 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…Fallen Angel!!! SC: The Career Killer…The Franchise…whatever tag you put on this man he delivers just that, Sick, twisted and evil, Mike Mitchell, might be looking at his most difficult challenge ever. SJ: He might well be Scoop, I remember, Angel is putting together this information pack on Mike Mitchell. Getting some skeletons out of Mr. Squeaky Cleans closet…I love it! JH: And their opponents… *'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…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: The King wants to be the Contender so bad and look he is headed straight for Hardcore Legend, he wants to prove a point. SJ: And what point is that? That Hardcore Legend was the taller kid in school? SC: Will you stop! JH: And his partner… *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (SUPER BABY FACE 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 went crazy early tonight Snoop a side of Mitchell we have not seen. SJ: Yeah, its kind of like Jack The Ripper, nobody saw all the charity work he did for the homeless! SC: Will you stop!!! FINISH…If it wasnt for Lupino and Onlee this would be contest of the night with enough bad blood in the ring to put a blood bank out of business. Angel tactically avoids Mitchell in the ring allowing Mitchell's hatred to make him an unpredicatble force in the ring. Legend and Angel cut the ring in half with Mitchell taking the prime assault and frustration from Cross' point of view building on the apron for a tag. But this tag will never come as if on cue The Hour of Power come out to the ringside area with parishoners galore. Law and Order in an orchestrated move...moves his securtiy team blocking the entrance. The Revolution attempts to fight through, but to no avail as security and parishoners hold them back. Cross who is on the outside of the ring grabs a chair and jumps into the ring. The ref tells him he will be DQ'd if he attacks Legend or Angel. Cross shrugs his shoulders and then leaps over the top rope landing the chair onto the H.O.P. to the cheers of the crowd. Mitchell is in the ring and from nowhere spikes Hardcore Legend with a 'Flawless Execution' as he gets to his feet Angel clocks him with a 'Cradle of Darkness' he moves Legend's body onto Mitchell as the referee who is trying to deal with the Cross incident on the outside turns around and makes the cover, one, two and three. Winners, via pinfall: Fallen Angel & Hardcore Legend Match Time: 25m11s Match Rating: 5 Stars Cross gets to his feet and gets into the ring and swings the chair at Fallen Angel knocking him down he is about to deliver another shot when Legend grabs him from behind. The Hour of Power members restrain Cross as they trap his hand in the chair. Legend smiles sickly as he stomps on the hand as Cross reels in agony with still no support. SC: Crap on a stick! They are trying to break his hand... SJ: This is unbelivable... All of a sudden Tiger Young comes bursting through the crowd in street clothes and hits the ring avoiding the Revoltuion and Parishoner/Security mega brawl. He takes down Gates and Tremere with a double clothesline and then goes for Onlee. Meanwhile Legend is about to slam his famed lead pipe into Cross' trapped and potentially damaged hand/arm. Seeing the drama unfold. He swings and connects the lead pipe into Young as the Champion hits the ground. Legend stands in the ring and looks at Onlee and the pandemonium as the Revolution are still being held back. Legend smiles at Onlee and then at Fallen Angel who is rising to his feet as Young, Cross and Mitchell lay motionless in the ring Monday Mayhem goes off the air. (END SHOW.)