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Saturday November 29th - Middlesborough, England - Riverside Stadium |
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[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE WEEKS AND IN SOME CASE MONTHS OF BUILD UP WHICH HAS BROUGHT US TO THE MINI PPV AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9 FROM MIDDLESBOROUGH, ENGLAND...] VOICE: It was for told when worlds collided that the unison of man would bear an evolution of professional wrestling the world had not seen...but in this case it merely lead to the Annihilation of all things around them...Tonight the ying and yang of the T.F.W.F. come home for one final battle...T.F.W.F. in association with The Experts, E-Fed Knights and Ron Paul for President.com proudly present Autumn Annihilation 9!!!! Where nothing is sacred... *'SET IT OFF' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (THE OUT DOOR CROWD AT THE RIVERSIDE ARE ONCE MORE ELECTRIC BRINGING THEIR OWN BRAND OF T.F.W.F. SUPPORT, THE VOCAL, THE ROWDY AND THE DEMANDING SCREAM TO THEIR HEARTS ARE CONTENT. SOME OF THE SIGNS IN ATTENDANCE READ "SEBASTIAN CROSS IS IRON MAN", "WELCOME TO THE LAIR OF THE SCALLY" AND "BURN THE CITY TO THE GROUND TORCH!". AFTER SPANNING THE OPEN TOP FOOTBALL STADIUM THE CAMERA FINALLY SETTLES ON SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES SITTING AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Its Birthday time here in the T.F.W.F. and as we heard the worlds of the T.F.W.F. tonight collide. No match left without stipulations which could break the T.F.W.F. in half under the guise of its most feared and detremental General...Fallen Angel. A maniacal twisted man who ousted owner Ian Monks telling him to 'go home' and alongside T.C.K. has ruled the roost here in the T.F.W.F. for months now. No content with the power of authority he seeks one thing more the Undisputed World Heavyweight title held by the reluctant hero of the people Sebastian Cross. A devote family man with a mood for chaos in the ring, whos face bear the scares of his wars with Fallen Angel. Tonight with an x factor in the form of Sandy Makel the 'Golden Ticket' winner who will stand between them making the counts and calls as they battle for 60 minutes in a test of more than endurance...its an Iron Man Match for the World title...Snoop Jones as always here with me at ringside. Snoop, what to make, its here it has arrived its the World title match we have been waiting for. SJ: Well as you said Scoop, that x factor of Sandy Makel so important, we all saw his dramatic return on Monday Mayhem stopping the face burning part 2 on Sebastian Cross. Does that mean he is in the Cross camp? Not on your life...it means he will be out for one thing and that is the World title himself. But with a broken hand, Fallen Angel might have sealed Makel not cashing in tonight, but as you said has he also sealed an allegiance between Makel and Cross? SC: We have seen a lot of allegiances coming into this PPV Snoop, none more frightening than that of Dorian Wong and James Onlee, dubbed the Unholy Alliance...an speciality of the Mitchell design meets them tonight with of course the Machine, The Purist Mike Mitchell also involved...and if he needed more than the 75,000 in attendance tonight cheering him on he has The Hardcore Icon Tremere in his corner as well. Its going to be very, very brutal. SJ: I think tonight Mike Mitchell who has been walking a tight rope with his medical clearance for over a year will finally found out its stupid to fuck with one lunatic...but locking yourself in a cage with two...thats just plain insane... SC: The stipulations run throughout the card, we have a Last Man Standing Match between Exile and Ramon...A Circle of Blood Match between Torch and Phenom...Tag Team title elimination lumberjack palooza...The first ever kilt match for the European strap and up next 5 guys who have been gunning for months for the North American title...the famed belt of the DWIWF, will do battle....let's go to Jaycee Hall... DWIWF North American Championship Match - Tables Match Tank (c) vs Scorpio vs Aaron Roberts vs Kent Clark vs Randall Dylan [FLASHBACK:WE OPEN WITH SHOTS OF ALL THE COMPETITORS IN THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE SCENE. THE WORDS ‘A CROWDED TITLE PICTURE’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE VARIOUS ISSUES BETWEEN THE WRESTLERS INCLUDING THE BATTLES BETWEEN RANDAL DYLAN AND TANK AS THE WORDS ‘TWO MONSTERS COLLIDE’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. WE THEN SEE THE ISSUE BETWEEN SCORPIO AND AARON ROBERTS. THE WORDS ‘TWO SUPPOSED SINGING SENSATIONS ALSO WANT THE GOLD’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE SEE KENT CLARK BATTLING IN THE RING AND THE MOMENT BETWEEN HIMSELF AND TANK WHERE HE WAS ADDED TO THE MATCH. THE WORDS ‘THE SMALLEST DOG IN THE FIGHT WITH THE BIGGEST HEART’ RUNS ALONG WITH THIS FOOTAGE. THE IMAGES THE SHIFT TO BODIES BEING SLAMMED THROUGH TABLES AND ALL THE WRESTLERS INVOLVED IN THE MATCH HITTING THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES. THE WORDS ‘FIVE OF THE BEST COMPETE FOR THE HOTTEST TITLE IN WRESTLING TODAY’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS THE FINAL SHOT IS OF THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE BELT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is an elimination tables match for the DWIWF North American Championship... (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. IMAGES OF A TANK BULLDOZING ITS WAY THROUGH A WALL IS SHOWN MIXED IN WITH SHOTS OF TANK BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF A HEAVY BAG IN THE GYM. TANK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SLAMS HIS FISTS INTO THE METAL GROUND BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Fayetteville, Arkansas...weighing 276 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Tank!!! SC: No strap to bring to the ring here tonight folks because that sick psycho stalker Randall Dylan took it from Tank. However, folks this is your North American Champion, remember that. SJ: I tell you Randall Dylan should be hanging onto that title for the pure reason that when its all said and done the man is going to be 5 time DWIWF North American Champion, so little Tank and his army of drinking bikers better get ready to bow down to Randall Dylan! JH: And his opponent... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS AN IMAGE OF MARIO RUNNING ALONG A SCREEN JUMPING IN THE AIR AND GRABBING COINS WHEN HE SMASHES THOSE BLOCKS. HE GETS HIMSELF A MUSHROOM AND GROWS REALLY BIG AS THE WORDS 'KENT "8-BIT KID" CLARK' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T.. CLARK COMES RUNNING OUT ONTO STAGE LIKE SONIC THE HEDGE HOG BEFORE BOUNDING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING PRACTICING VARIOUS STREET FIGHTER AND MORTAL KOMBAT MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California...weighing 215 pounds...'The 8-Bit Kid' Kent Clark!!! SC: Look at the eyes of a pumped up Kent Clark a man who has for so long been the runt of the litter, can become a 2 time holder of this belt tonight, but he must beat a man he has idolized for so long his unofficial big brother Tank. I would also like to note, not all is well in that friendship either. SJ: You reckon Tank took their date fuirther than 2nd base? SC: You are an idiot... JH: And their opponent... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDRAYNE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. A SILKY SNAKE CAN BE SEEN ON THE T.A.T. COMING OUT OF A WOVEN BASKET. THE WORDS AARON ROBERTS APPEAR WITH THE SIGNATURE COBRA SIGN AND A FEW ROBERTS MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! SC: He has been singing his way around the T.F.W.F. for weeks now, but tonight he needs to put up or shut up. But let it be said he has been on a roll of a winning streak Snoop. SJ:He has got all the right moves Scoop...hell if that chick from the movie was here now she would dump Tom Cruise and blow Aaron Roberts behind the bleachers! JH: And their opponent... *’I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE WORDS ‘BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER’ FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…Randall Dylan!!! SC: The man with the belt...he might not be the Champion, but in the deluded mind of Randall Dylan he is a Champion and the belt is his symbol. Though he has been a fighter for this title with wreckless success over the past year. SJ: He has to be the favourite Scoop nobody loves this title more than Dylan. Hell nobody loves going around lingeriie stores with his nose on high alert than Randall Dylan. JH: And his partner... *'POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME' - DEF LEOPARD PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF THE ARROGANT SCORPIO AND HIS WOMAN MILANA HRSUKA ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. MONTAGED WITH SOME OF THE FINER MOVES FROM THE WRESTLERS MOVE SET. SCORPIO MAKES HIS WAY ONTO THE RAMP REMOVES HIS SHADES FAKES GIVING THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW AND CRUMPLES THEM IN HIS HAND LAUGHING AS HE DOES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Milana Hrsuka...from London, England...weighing 215 pounds...Scorpio!!! SC: Scorpio one of the most cocky men in wrestling Snoop... SJ: Yeah he does seem to have a large bulge in his tights... SC: ...I meant he was arrogant... SJ: Ummm...yeah me too! The match begins...The participants circle one another a little bit. Scorpio bends down and whispers something to Milana as he does, Aaron flies over and delivers a knee to the head. Randall Dylan charges for Tank, but is met with a spinning powerslam. Surprising as Roberts and Scorpio clothesline one another over the top rope is Tank left staring at Kent Clark. Clark starts running on the spot to build up some momentum as the crowd clap along with him. He charges Tank who throws a wild right hand which Clark ducks under, he rebounds and leaps onto Tank who catches him in a bear hug, before he can do anything, Scorpio slides back into the ring and delivers a drop kick sending them both crashing to the mat. Scorpio spins around on the spot and starts showing off some dance moves from nowhere. Pissed off his thunder is being stolen, Aaron Roberts gets in the ring and taps Scorpio on the shoulder. He then proceeds to attempt to do a body pop and fails miserably. Randall Dylan then gets up and pulls off a spin on the spot to the cheers of the crowd the shocked look on Roberts and Scorpio is apparent. Dylan then kicks them both in the gut and delivers a standard Dylan double choke slam. He throws his foot over the top rope and drops to the floor and tosses three tables into the ring. He gets back in the ring and picks up Kent Clark by the throat and looks to drop him through a table, but from nowhere Tank delivers a spear knocking both competitors down. Tank gets up and looks around exhaling a lot, maybe not in the best of physical condition, all of a sudden Scorpio and Roberts double team him with a backawards face slam through the table!!! Eliminated: Tank SC: TANK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED IN A SHOCK MOVE! SJ: Looks like he took too much on tonight... SC: Anyways... The middle of the match sees...Clark getting a hell of a kicking in the corber as Dylan lays in boot after boot after boot. The EMTs have already removed Tank from ringside who can be seen visibly complaining about the arena lights being too bright even though everyone else manages to do it and its his own choice to wrestle in a place anyways with this sort of lighting system. Scorpio and Aaron Roberts are exchanging rights and lefts in the middle of the ring, until Scorps hits Roberts with a running clothesline sending the Cobra over the top rope crashing to the arena floor. Scorpio looks to spring board himself out of there, but Dylan puts a meaty paw on his shoulder and spins him around. He throws Scorpio into the corner and delivers a series of body shots. Roberts dazed and confused slides a table into the ring which Kent Clark then erects in the corner. Dylan looks to reverse Scorpio into that table, but Scorpio does a great job of putting the brakes on and reverses it right into Kent Clark demonstrating a drop toe hold. Dylan goes crashing through the table. Eliminated: Randall Dylan Kent gets to his feet and sticks a hand in the air in triumph. Scorpio comes rushing over and is met by the famed 'Dragon Punch' to a huge roar from the crowd in attendance. Aaron Roberts slides two more tables into the ring and he and Clark battle back and forth. SC: Randall Dylan another favourite to win this one couldn't pull it off. SJ: I am sure he will be pulling it off later... Finish...Roberts has put the two tables up and now has Clark where he wants him. He pulls the kid up towards the top rope, but Kent and he begin trading dukes on top of the turnbuckle. Kent looks to push Aaron off who starts pin wheeling his arms to stop and then Roberts returns the favour with the quick thinking Scorpio alligning the tables as such. Scorpio seemingly having enough of this circus act mounts the turnbuckle as well as all three battle for position. Scorpio somehow underhooks Kent Clark into a powerbomb position, but at the last minute the '8-Bit Kid' hurricanranas him through the table!!!! SC: Good God, its Kent Clark from nowehere! Kent gets to his feet and looks to celebrate again, but Aaron Roberts who is still on the top rope leaps off and hits Clark with a 'AGR' through the second table! SC: What a move by the Cobra he has just levelled Clark to win the belt. SJ: Ohhhhh yeahhhhh its Cobra time Pedro will be loving this! Eliminated: Scorpio & Kent Clark Winner and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Aaron Roberts Roberts holds the title in the air and walks up the ramp like the cat whom got the cream. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (BIG CROWD POP AS IT CUTS TO THE BACK WHERE TFWF HARDCORE CHAMPION GEORGIE NICKLES IS SEEN STANDING RIGHT BESIDE MAHONEY MCMILLIAN. THE HARDCORE STRAP RESTING ON HER SHOULDER, AS SHE LOOKS READY AND PRIMED FOR HER MATCH AND MCMILLIAN IS NOTHING BUT SMILES) MM: Georgie Nickles, tonight you are entering into the lumberjack elimination match with NOT only the tag team champions, but also the likes of Seth Black and his partner and stable mate Ness, APB and his partner James Matthews, as well as Legion and his partner Black Death. What are your thoughts? (GEORGIE STANDS THERE FOR A MOMENT IN QUIET CONTEMPLATION, AS A SMILE RUPTURES FORTH ON HER FULL LIPS.) GN: To be perfectly honest Mahoney? It feels ten shades of awesome right now. I'm not just talking about myself though – I know that Watkins is just as fired up as I am about tonight. We're not looking at this like the rest. We're not staring at that gold and salivating, we're not doing this for the prestige. We're doing this because it NEEDS to be done. We have jerkoffs like Black and Ness who are blustering about their so called regime. We have Legion and Black Death who, while they are rather stand up guys, looking to get a little bit of recognition, we have APB and Matthews who are looking for some payback against the rest of the crew, which has -slowly- dwindled down to just -two- of POW. Then we have... The big dogs, and by big, I mean miniature pincher size.. Project Nova, who need to keep hold of their titles so desperately, because they know if they don't.. Fallen Angel is going to kick them BOTH to the curb. (THE CROWD CHEERS AS GEORGIE LAYS WASTE VERBALLY TO ALL THE OPPONENTS IN THE LUMBERJACK MATCH.) MM: So if it's not about the belts, then what is it about Georgie? GN: Simple. It's about staring down the barrel of that loaded gun, the one you know is aimed right for your heart. It's about standing up and refusing to be beaten back for beliefs and ideals. It's ABOUT taking some of these douchebags down a notch or two. And if we can't do it? No one can. This isn't just about one single match, this isn't about one single night. This is about the Revolution that is STILL going strong. This is about giving the fans something they deserve. Something they can look PROUDLY at, and know that the people who hold the straps are -their- champions are in this business, this profession for them, the fans. (GEORGIE RUNS A HAND THROUGH HER HAIR AS SHE CONTINUES TO GET PUMPED UP. THE FANS IN MIDDLESBOROUGH, ENGLAND ON THEIR FEET AS THEY CHEER LOUDLY.) MM: You're walking in not only as the leader of Civil Unrest, but you're also walking in as the TFWF Hardcore Champion. How does that make you feel? Knowing that you're only the SECOND female to ever hold such a title. (GEORGIE GIVES ANOTHER GRIN, RAISING AN EYEBROW.) GN: Just like the Sex Pistols once said, through it all, when there was doubt I shot it up or kicked I tout. I faced the wall..and...the wall... And just like then, I'll do it now.. My way. (THE FANS GIVE A HUGE POP AS GEORGIE QUOTES MY WAY BY THE SEX PISTOLS, AND SHE GRINS) GN: Okay okay, that was a little bit cheesy, but it's true. No matter what Project Nova, no matter what Seth Black and Ness or ANYONE else wants to think or wants to say. I know that when I go out there, when I've made history.. I didn't do it just MY way.. I did it the fans way. Just like I plan on going out there tonight... JUST like I plan on being an Anarchist in the UK – I'm going out there with a purpose. To show them that not only -I- deserve to be there... But so does Watkins – and we'll make them... Casualties for the Cause. (GEORGIE RAISES HER HAND, GIVING THE DEVIL HORNS AS SHE GLANCES OVER TOWARDS MCMILLIAN AS HE SEEMED TO ALSO BE SMILING AT THE REBEL CHILD, BEFORE SHE GAVE A SMALL NOD OF HER HEAD TO HIM.) MM: Good luck on your match tonight, Georgie – and tell Brandon Watkins I said the same. (GEORGIE NODS, AND WALKS OFF CAMERA.) (WE FADE INTO A SHOT OF A BLACK LIMOSUINE PULLING UP TO THE CAR PARK COVERED IN WATER FROM THE SLIGHT DRIZZLE OUTSIDE. THE FANS GET TENSE AS THEY WAIT TO SEE WHO EMERGES. THE DOOR OPENS AND OUT STEPS A GORGEOUS YOUNG WOMAN, A WARM FACE TO THE FANS AND THEY GET EXCITED AS WHITLEY STANDS THERE WITH HER LONG AUBURN HAIR HANGING DOWN OVER HER SHOULDER. SHE LEANS IN TO THE LIMO FOR A MOMENT BEFORE RETURNING WITH A DUFFEL BAG WITH THE T.F.W.F LOGO ON IT. SHE STARTS SPEAKING TO SOMEONE IN THE LIMO.) WH: I have your boots in here babe…packed them already… (FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE LIMO, SEBASTIAN CROSS REVEALS HIMSELF TO THE WORLD TO A MASSIVE POP. THE T.F.W.F WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AROUND HIS WAIST AND IT SPARKLES A BIT FROM THE CAR PARK LIGHTS REFLECTING OFF OF IT. HE STRETCHES A BIT BEFORE LEANING IN TO KISS HIS WIFE.) SC: You're great Whit. Now…do I need to remind you where to go? WH: No, you've said it a million times already. The driver knows where to go, we'll be back here after the show to pick you back up. I'm not going to make any extra stops, and when I get to the hotel I'm locking the door right away. I'll be fine. (THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE TWO AS THEY STEP AWAY FROM THE LIMO.) SC: I'm sorry, I just get worried. There are a lot of freaks out there and I know one in particular that would love to get his hands on you. WH: Are you going to protect me? (SHE ACTS SARCASTIC WITH HER HUSBAND AS HE TAKES THE DUFFEL BAG FROM HER AND SHE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND HIM, OVER HIS SHOULDERS. SHE PULLS HIM INTO HER WHICH CAUSES HER TO FALL BACK AGAINST THE WALL GENTLY AND THEY SHARE A KISS, ALBEIT BRIEF, AS CROSS PUTS HIS HANDS TO HER HAIR AND FEELS SOMETHING. HE REMOVES HIS HANDS FROM THE STRANDS OF HAIR AND SEES WHITE PAINT. HE PULLS HER FROM THE WALL AND SEES WHITE STREAKS OF PAINT UP AND DOWN THE WALL.) WH: What's wrong? SC: …Nothing. I'll see you at the hotel. WH: Okay….I love you? SC: Yeah. Love you too. Go. (SHE GIVES HIM A CONCERNED LOOK BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE LIMO AGAIN AS IT TAKES OFF. CROSS SHAKES HIS HEAD FOR A MOMENT AND THEN STARTS TO WALK BUT STOPS REALIZING THAT HIS SHOE IS UNTIED. HE BENDS DOWN TO TIE IT AND AS HE DOES A PAIR OF BLACK BOOTS STEPS INTO HIS VIEW FROM THE FLOOR.) ??: You know what they say about marriage? Over 50% of it ends in either divorce….or death. I never quite understood that though… (CROSS LOOKS UP AND SEES DORIAN WONG STANDING THERE, HIS FACE PAINT RUNNING A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE OF THE RAIN OUTSIDE. CROSS STANDS TO GO FACE TO FACE WITH THE MANIAC.) DW: …because honestly….everything ends in death, does it not? SC: What do you want? (CROSS IS VERY STERN WITH THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.) DW: Oh you know me. I'm a family man. I enjoy dabbling in the festivities that warm the hearts of every human being. The chase. The love between and a man and a woman. It truly lifts me up. Spiritually if you will. SC: Get out of my way. (CROSS ATTEMPTS TO BRUSH BY WONG BUT WONG SLIDES IN FRONT OF HIM WITH BOTH HANDS UP TO STOP HIM.) DW: Now just a second…please…please…. (CROSS ATTEMPTS TO GO THE OTHER WAY AROUND HIM BUT WONG RUSHES TO STOP HIM AGAIN.) DW: PLEASE….hear me out Sebastian. I just had a question I wanted to….to throw at you, but not so violently put, if you catch my drift. (THE CHAMP IS OBVIOUSLY BOTHERED BY WONG BUT STOPS TO HEAR HIM OUT.) DW: I just wanted to extend my gratitude to you, in a match well fought, and a deserved win on your part. You truly showed why you are the best of the best…of the best….of the BEST…in the T.F.W.F. SC: Thanks…now if you'll excuse me. (CROSS GETS BY WONG FINALLY AND STARTS TO WALK AWAY…) DW: That wife of yours….she sure is a lucky lady… (LIKE A FLASH OF LIGHTNING CROSS SPINS AROUND AND DROPS HIS BAG AND GRABS WONG BY THE THROAT AND THROWS HIM AGAINST THE WALL. HIS GRIP TIGHTENS AS HE SPITS THESE NEXT FEW WORDS IN AN ANGRY POSSESSED MANNER.) SC: You listen to me you son of a bitch, don't you ever…EVER…go near my wife or my child again, or I will fuck you up. Jack-Off and Jill will need to find a dentist to identify your face because there will be nothing left of It. Do you hear me? Do you hear me you sick fuck? I…will….MURDER…YOU. Do you got that? (WONG SPEAKS IN A GASPING/GURGLING VOICE.) DW: There's nothing you can do to stop me Sebastian….nothing… SC: Oh yes there is Wong…don't test me. (CROSS TIGHTENS HIS GRIP BUT WONG JUST SMILES.) DW: Relax…*gasps*…I wouldn't dream of hurting your family….I have my own to hurt…why would I need yours? (CROSS COCKS HIS EYE BROW UP, CONFUSED AT WONG. HE RELEASES HIM AND WONG DROPS TO THE FLOOR BUT ODDLY ENOUGH DOES NOT GASP FOR AIR. HE JUST SNICKERS TO HIMSELF AS CROSS STORMS OFF. ) DW: Twas good seeing you Sebastian…good chat…. (HE LAUGHS TO HIMSELF SOME MORE BEFORE WANDERING OFF IN HIS OWN DIRECTION.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The ever spooky Dorian Wong running into the World Champion there. Two Champions with very different agendas tonight Snoop. SJ: Cross looks worried. He looks like a man who knows Fallen Angel is going to take that World title. SC: Well we did see a confident Georgie Nickles backstage with Mahoney as well there Snoop. SJ: I just saw a pair of boobs... SC: (sigh) Up next one of the more bizzare matches on the card...it's a kilt match for the T.F.W.F. European Championship...yes folks...I said kilt match. Let's take a look at how this one came about... T.F.W.F. European Championship Match - Kilt Match Eaton Gore (c) vs Kirsta Lewis vs Jonnah Street [FLASHBACK:WE OPEN WITH A SHOT OF THE MAJESTIC MOUNTAINS OF SCOTLAND. WE FLY OVER THIS MASSIVE HILLS, DOWN OVER A LOCH AND FINALLY FOCUS IN ON A FIGURE, CLAD IN TARTAN, IT IS EATON GORE WITH THE EUROPEAN TITLE AROUND HIS KILT CLAD WAIST. THE WORDS ‘ONE MAN WILL FIGHT ON FOR THE LEGACY LONG FORGOTTEN’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE SEE THE MAIN MOMENTS FROM THE HEADBUTT MCHAGGIS FOR CEO OF THE TFWF STORY WITH EATON GORE SUPPORTING MCHAGGIS. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO SHOW JONNAH STREET AT HIS POWER HOUSE BEST, NAILING BIG MOVES AND LOOKING TOTALLY DOMINANT. THE WORDS ‘BUT THE FUN AND GAMES ARE OVER AS THE HOUSE IS BACK IN TOWN’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. THE SCENE THEN CUTS AWAY TO SHOW KIRSTA LEWIS, SCHEMING WITH TCK AND HITTING VARIOUS TFWF SUPERSTARS WITH HER FAMOUS HELL’S BULLS EYE SUPER KICK. THE WORDS ‘BUT THE KILLER QUEEN JUST WANTS HER TITLE BACK’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SPEEDS UP TO SHOW GORE, STREET AND LEWIS HITTING THEIR BIG MOVES AS THE EUROPEAN TITLE AND A KILT ARE SHOWN IN THE BACKGROUND. WE CUT TO SEE GORE CONFIRMING THE STIPULATIONS OF THE KILT MATCH AND THE REACTIONS OF BOTH LEWIS AND STREET. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH THE WORDS ‘IN A KILT MATCH FOR THE EUROPEAN TITLE – ONLY ONE CAN REIGN SUPREME.’] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a kilt match for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: Well any man with a pulse would find something quite arousing with Kirsta Lewis wearing that tartan mini skirt, however folks she is not meant to be trusted because she is more vicious than any woman in wrestling. T.C.K. looking to bring the European title home tonight. SJ: You think for any damn moment either of these other two jokers are going to stop the Hellcat from walking away with the gold? Your a crazy man...a crazy man who lives in a shack pretending to be woman on the internet known as Lisa. JH: And her opponent... *LAPDANCE' - N.E.R.D. PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A CAR SPEEDING DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP IS SHOWN BEFORE COMING TO A HAULT OUTSIDE A CASINO HOTEL WHERE A LOAD OF GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE STOOD OUTSIDE. THE IMAGES FLICK TO ONES OF STREET WITH WOMEN, KICKING ASS AND PARTYING HARD AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 298 pounds…Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: We have all heard how much this title means to Jonnah Street, Snoop. SJ: He'd probably try and pawn it for lap dance money... JH: And their opponent... *‘SUGAR SUGAR’ – THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH. EXCALIBUR RAISED IN THE AIR. CAUSING AN EXPLOSIVE POP. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING READY TO DISH OUT PAIN ONTO HIS NEXT TARGET.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hannibal, Missouri…weighing 162 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion…Eaton Gore!!! SC: The Kaiser of Kilts is here and he is ready to rip some tartan to the canvass Snoop... SJ: I feel slightly sickened by this match as a whole... The match begins...with the three competitors circling each other, with no one looking to rush right in to an un-advantageous situation. Gore is finally the first to attack though as he rushes after Kirsta and quickly tries to claw and pull her kilt down in the opening minutes of the match. Kirsta tries to fight the cannibal off of her and finally subdues him with a big low blow from a swift kick and sends Eaton to the mat. Gore rolls out of the ring and Kirsta leans over the ropes, bad mouthing Gore as he holds his privates on the ground. From behind her Street walks up and just stands behind her, waiting for her to turn around to a huge crowd pop. A big smile creeps over Jonnah’s face as he mimics air humping in her direction to a gigantic crowd pop. Kirsta turns around just in time to catch the end of Street’s performance and gives him a very dirty look before slapping him in the mouth. The smile is quickly gone from Street’s face as he puts his hand to his cheek and starts to say something to Lewis. Lewis swings for another slap but Street catches her hand this time and pulls her up in to a Samoan drop position. Kirsta fights, and tries to wriggle free, but Jonnah has a good hold on her. Street motions to the crowd that he is going to drop her, but just as he does Kirsta launches a big elbow into the side of Street’s head, that loosens his grip enough that she can free herself, and as she does drops Street down backward into a reverse face buster, slamming the back of his head off the mat. Kirsta returns to her feet and moves to take Street’s kilt off him, but when she reaches for it Gore comes back into the ring and starts to dance a very poorly executed Scottish Jig. Kirsta clearly distracted and fed up by Gore’s actions as of late turns her attention from Street and pursues after Gore. She levels the would be Scot with a huge clothesline and then follows it up with a series of quick leg drops. SC: So it seems in the early going of this match that Kirsta Lewis is pretty well in control of these two. SJ: Did you have any doubt, Scoop? She IS a member of TCK after all, and quite possibly the greatest women’s wrestler to ever walk the planet. SC: There is no doubt that she is good at what she does, but the question is still there as to how long she can hold these two down. The middle of the match sees...Kirsta working on Gore when Street gets back to his feet. This time he doesn’t wait for her to turn around to him, he makes an impression by bouncing off the ropes in front of her as she stands over Gore, and takes her down hard with a huge clothesline. With Kirsta down, Street lifts Gore up to his feet, and then in to the air and in to a huge military press. The crowd is going nuts as Jonnah drops Gore down on top of Kirsta, knocking the air out of both of his opponents. As they lay on top of one another, Street once again bounces off the ropes and hit’s the pair with a big splash, further taking their wind from them. Street is back to his feet and taunts his opponents for the crowd, getting them more and more excited. Street once again lifts Gore up, and grabs him by the scruff of his neck and the kilt waistband. He runs, and pulls the cannibal with him, and then slides him across the ring, and under the bottom rope to the floor like he was a bowling ball. Kirsta is now to one knee as the crowd is absolutely electric and chanting for Street. Street grabs a hunk of Kirsta’s hair and walks her over to the turnbuckle. He slams her head off the top turnbuckle, and points to the next corner. He takes her to all four corners and slams her head off each one, leaving her in the fourth. He plays to the crowd again, as Kirsta turns around in the corner and faces the center of the ring, trying to regain some of her energy. Street isn’t done with her though as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and shows the crowd that ten punches are coming. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9.. The crowd count along in unison as Street lays in the punches. Before the last punch Street pelvic thrusts toward Kirsta’s head to a monster crowd pop, and then sends big number 10 crashing in to her head. He jumps down to the mat and Kirsta falls to the mat. SC: Wow, what a display by Jonnah Street here tonight. He’s using his strength to over come both of his opponents. He took Kirsta Lewis from pillar to post, and looks to be very in control of this match. SJ: As much as I hate to say it he is in control, although I don’t think Street is smart enough to keep this momentum going long enough to win this match. I mean that idiot Gore is already getting up, and an athlete as talented as Kirsta won’t stay down for very long either. Finish...The Finale of the match sees Street moving back to Kirsta, but just as he moves to pick her up, she wings her arm and connects with a big low blow that sends Street to the canvas. Kirsta takes a position in the corner, and signals for the HBE. The crowd are booing the house down as Jonnah is slowly getting to his feet in the middle of the ring. Jonnah stands in the ring, and finally turns around, and just as Kirsta makes the motion to do her finisher Gore reaches up from the bottom rope and yanks down her kilt eliminating her from the match. The crowd go absolutely nuts as Kirsta is forced out of the ring by the referee. Kirsta tries to cover herself as she quickly leaves ringside. Gore slides back into the ring, and holds the kilt he stripped from Kirsta high in to the air and then throws the garment in to Street’s face, distracting him long enough for the European champ to attack. Gore leaps at Street and starts laying punches into the rookie of the year’s head. Jonnah regains enough of his bearings to shove Gore off, but the cannibal is right back up and charges right back to Street and leaps on him again, and again lays the punches into his head. For a second time Street shoves Gore off to the ground. Gore is quick to his feet again and charges a third time but is met by a huge Street clothesline that knocks the champ to the ground. This time Gore isn’t as quick to get back up but does get up, but this time reaches under the side of the ring apron and grabs something. Street approaches Gore but finds a thick green sludge thrown into his face. Gore stands up, and yells “Get ’em McHaggis” and charges toward Street as his foe whips the sludge from his face. The sludge didn’t blind Street as Gore would have hoped though, as Street has the attack well scouted and flips the champ around, on to his shoulder, and with a quick move slams Gore down with a huge Street’s Apart to a huge reaction from the crowd. Street then stands, and points to the kilt on Gore, and rips it off to a huge ovation from the crowd. Winner and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jonnah Street SC: Street has done it, overcome his demons and all odds to walk away with the European Championship tonight! SJ: This is so unfair to Kirsta Lewis! SC: Well speaking of Miss Lewis she seems to be holding her arm in a fashion leading to maybe an injury. We saw Tank carted off earlier tonight by EMTs in the finish, but this doesn't look as serious. Still a major win for Jonnah Street. Still backstage right now are Ness and Seth Black with our own Champion of the microphone...Mahoney McMillian. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (AFTER THE MATCH THE SCENE CUTS BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLIAN IS STANDING ALONG WITH SETH BLACK AND HIS PARTNER NESS. THE POW MEMBERS SEEM FOCUSED AND READY TO TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS WITH THE TFWF TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH COMING UP NEXT. SETH AND NESS SLAP HANDS AS MAHONEY BEGINS TO ASK QUESTIONS.) MM: Seth, tonight you and your partner Ness have what many consider the chance of a lifetime. You have the chance to knock off Project Nova for the TFWF World Tag Team titles, something only Tank and Kent Clark have been able to do since the Novas won those titles back at Highlight Night. SB: We don’t need your history lessons Mahoney. Yeah, we have a chance to become the champions tonight, but that’s not the ultimate goal. There are other factors in this match, other than the Novas. There is a lot of history in this match, and none of it has to do with Jayden Knight or Manny Rodriguez. MM: So, you’ll be looking to take care of Matthews and APB once and for all, I suppose? NS: It’s not just about APB and Matthews. Those two are a joke. Don’t forget about Georgie Nickels and her punk partner Brandon Twatkins. Georgie and Brandon stole gold from us in the past, and they need to pay for it. MM: That’s a controversial statement, to say the least. Georg… (SETH BLACK TAKES AN AGGRESSIVE STEP TOWARD MAHONEY AND CUTS HIM OFF BEFORE HE CAN FINISH SPEAKING.) SB: Controversial my ass Mahoney! Everyone knows Georgie Nickels couldn’t have taken me out by herself. She needed Watkins to distract me long enough for her to STEAL my title. That’s the bottom line, understand? But tonight, payback will be a bitch. NS: Everyone is so quick to count us out, just because we’re the first team in the ring. But we will make SHORT work of APB and Matthews. We all know that Black Death fears the Patriots of Wrestling, so he might just send Legion out to the ring by himself. Project Nova are just the last piece of the puzzle. The final act. MM: Either way gentlemen, this will go down as the biggest Tag team title match in recent history, and you should be glad just to be a part of it. Good luck. SB: Shut your mouth, Mahoney. We don’t need luck. (SETH BLACK PULLS A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKLES OUT OF HIS PANTS AND FAKES A PUNCH AT MAHONEY. HE FLINCHES, CAUSING SETH AND NESS TO BREAK OUT INTO LAUGHTER. THE POW MEMBERS WALK AWAY LAUGHING AN THE EXPENSE OF MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) (ACTION CHANGES.) (BACKSTAGE, KURT DAWSON HAS FOUND A BROODING TORIN JUSTICE AIMLESSLY WALKING THE CORRIDORS OF THE ARENA ALONE.) KD: Torin Justice, a quick word? (THE PATRIOTS OF WRESTLING MEMBER HALTS HIS STRIDE TO MILD HEAT FROM THE CROWD. HE'S CLEARLY AGITATED AT DAWSON'S INTERRUPTION.) TJ: Mm,.. KD: It's Autumn Annihilation 9, what are your thoughts on being left out of tonight's show? (JUSTICE METHODICALLY SETS HIMSELF, HANDS PLACED ON HIS WAIST.) TJ: Listen, Dawson, there is every point in me being here. I am The Hollow One, here to make yours and everybody else's life a misery. Here to wreak havoc, to cause mayhem and set the TFWF alight... only to watch it buuuurrrrn. (SUDDENLY, A BLACK SHADOW OR BLUR DASHES ACROSS THE SCREEN. AUDIBLE GRUNTS FROM JUSTICE ARE OVERPOWERED BY THE CRASH OF BACKSTAGE EQUIPMENT DURING THE COLLISION. THE CAMERA SHAKES WILDLY AND OUT OF FOCUS AS IT COMES TO REST HORIZONTALLY ON THE GROUND. A BLOODIED TORIN JUSTICE LIES UNCONCIOUSLY ON THE FLOOR, BESIDE HIM A SLEDGEHAMMER AND A SHAKEN KURT DAWSON. DAWSON NURSES HIS HEAD, GATHERING HIS BEARINGS. KURT'S AGONIZED EXPRESSION THEN TURNS TO TERROR AS A PAIR OF BLACK BOOTS STOP IN FRONT OF HIM. A SOUND, SIMILAR TO THAT OF KEYS JANGLING CAN BE HEARD, BEFORE A SILVER NECKLACE DROPS TO THE FLOOR. A SET OF DOG-TAGS. THE CAMERA ANGLE IS RECTIFIED IN TIME TO SEE A MAN LEAVING THE SCENE. THE BLACK LEATHER TRENCH-COAT LINGERS FROM HIS BROAD SHOULDERS. HIS STETSON HAT FIRMLY IN PLACE. IZIAH HUNTER. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA ROAR WILDLY.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: IZIAH HUNTER IS BACK! WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER AT AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9 SNOOP ANY COMMENTS? SJ: Who is Torin Justice? SC: (sigh) Up next people making a name for themselves could happen...4 brand new Tag Teams to the T.F.W.F. look to take down the establishment known as Project Nova...let's go see how this one came about. T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match - Elimination Become Lumberjacks Project Nova (c) vs Georgie Nickles/Brandon Watkins vs APB/James Matthews vs Ness/Seth Black vs Legion/Black Death [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH A SHOT OF PROJECT NOVA HOLDING THE TAG TEAM TITLES OVERHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING. THE WORDS ‘THE MOST DOMINANT TEAM IN TFWF HISTORY HAVE NO EQUAL’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE THEN SEE THE FORMATION OF VARIOUS NEW TEAMS WHO WANT TO RISE TO THE CHALLENGE AND BEAT THE NOVAS. WE SEE BLACK DEATH AND LEGION MAKING THEIR DEBUTS IN THE TFWF. WE SEE THE CIVIL UNREST TEAM OF GEORGIE NICKLES AND BRANDON WATKINS FORMING AND TAKING THE FIGHT TO THE NOVAS IN VARIOUS RUN INS AND MATCHES. WE THEN SEE THE TEAM OF JAMES MATTHEWS AND APB COME TOGETHER AND THEIR FEUD WITH SETH BLACK AND NESS OF THE PATRIOTS OF WRESTLING IS ALSO HIGHLIGHTED. THE WORDS ‘FOUR TEAMS RISE TO THE CHALLENGE – ALL FOUR WITH THEIR OWN STYLE, ISSUES AND STRENGTHS BUT ALL DESPERATE FOR GOLD’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. THE FOOTAGE COMES TO AN END WITH HIGHLIGHTS OF THE GAUNTLET MATCH ANNOUNCEMENT AND THEN ALL FOUR TEAMS SURROUNDING THE NOVAS WHO WAVE THEM ON TO BRING ON THE FIGHT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a lumberjack elimination match for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... (CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'MY OWN SUMMER' - DEFTONES PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION BLACK HAS CAUSED IS HIGHLIGHTED ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE WORDS 'SETH BLACK' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN. NESS AND BLACK MAKE THEIR WAY OUT TO THE RINGSIDE AREA SHARING A HIGH FIVE AND SEEMINGLY READY FOR ACTION.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 465 pounds...Seth Black...Ness...The Patriots of Wrestling!!! SC: Two men with revenge on their minds tonight as well as the Tag Titles an opportunity to put Matthews and Bartsch back on the shelf at the forefront of their mind. SJ: These two men right here are the biggest threat to the Novas...plain and simple. JH: And their opponents...
The match begins...Matthews and APB get some council in their corner, but the P.O.W. waste no time as they go in for a mugging as Ness and Black beat them down. They take them to seperate corners and continue the onslaught. Black whips APB into the middle, but he reverses it and Matthews fires out with the clothesline taking Black's head almost clean off. As Ness comes charing in APB nails a backbody drop sending him crashing to the canvass. Both then execute a double suplex on their respective opponents. Matthews picks up Ness and drops him with a spinebuster. APB sends Black over the top rope. Ness then is the subject of a series of offensive moves as the two take him to school, but the near falls have no effect. On the outside Black gets to his feet and comes into the ring only to me bet by APB kicking him in the head. Bartsch grabs Black and hits a series of stiff shots to the mug. He sends him into the corner, but Black gets a boot up to stop the advance. Matthews is having more success with Ness, until Ness is able to hit a ddt taking Matthews down. The two POW members then go for APB and hit a double spinebuster. With Bartsch very groggy, Ness hits a fallaway slam and Black follows up with the 'Domino Effect', Matthews cannot make the save in time as they are eliminated. Eliminated: James Matthews and APB SC: Couldn't get it done on the night, but a heck of a performance none the less from them. SJ: Wohoo P.O.W.!!! *'EMER-GENT-CY - GREENERY PLAYS* The middle of the match sees...Black Death and Legion hit the ring. Legion immediately slams furious fists into the face of Ness and then knocks him to the outside. He looks to Black Death who doesn't seem at all interested in being there. BD walks around a bit and then Black pummels him with rights and lefts sending him to the outside as well. Black and Legion then share a back and forth brawl in the middle of the ring with Legion doing everything he can to to keep his team in it. However, BD is thrown back into the ring by the lumberjacks. Ness then climbs the top rope and scores a splash onto BD and gets the pin. BD then slides out and walks away looking maybe for an internet connection that leads to T.F.W.F..net... Eliminated Legion and Black Death SC: Well Legion certainly didnt need that effort from his tag team partner. SJ: What effort? SC: Exactly... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* A pumped up Nickles and Watkins race down the aisle and are met by Matthews and APB cheering them on clapping furiously. They hit the ring and go toe to toe with POW. Legion gets up on the outside and the three cheer on Watkins and Nickles who are looking in fine tag team form. All of a sudden Ness is able to throw Watkins out of the ring. However, the lumberjacks aren't willing to do any damage! Ness is incensed and demands aid to which Legion leaps onto the apron and nails him with a guillotine over the top rope as he does take it he staggers back grabbing his throat. Nickles hits a reverse spinning heel kick and Ness goes flying over the top rope to where the lions of Bartsch, Matthews and Legion kick the holy hell out of him with the crowd on their feet. Black sensing danger pulls Nickles to the otherside of the ring where he works her over and over again. He sends her into the ropes and follows with a short armdrag take down and applies a wrist lock as he synches it in. All of a sudden a figure emerges from the back stage area. SC: What the holy hell...thats Barney Green from VWF? What is he doing here? Green has hit cat in his hand and a can of beer in the other he chugs the beer and hands the cat to Legion. Barney slides into the ring and charges Black with his enormous gut. He slams him into the corner and then rubs his sweaty drunk armpit in Black's face. Seth walks out holding his face screaming at the stench. If on cue Watkins hits the top turnbuckle and nails a hurricanrana and hooks the leg of Black who has no chance as the referee counts for three. Eliminated: P.O.W. Watkins and Nickles ready themselves as Barney takes his beer to the outside and reclaims his cat from Legion from the cheers of the crowd in attendance. SC: Barney Green's drunk man armpit has done the damage here tonight as POW are gone...Snoop are you ok? SJ: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT GUY DOING HERE! Finish...*‘SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST’ – SALIVA PLAYS* The Novas walk down the aisle with a cocky look on their faces. They survey the lumberjacks briefly, then all of a sudden an annoyed APB charges them and its on on the outside of the ring as everyon is going at it!!! Ness tries to stop them, but Barney Green throws the cat in his face and it scratches him enough he walks blindly into a Legion clothesline over the guard rail and into the crowd. The Novas fight off other advances as they get into the ring and immediately show their spirit and knowledge of working with one another cutting Watkins and Nickles in half with a series of moves. Manny pins Watkins to the mat and begins a series of MMA style kicks, punches and elbows working down Watkins and pretty much busting him open over and over and over again. Jayden is showing his class and grace in the ring with some fine speed moves cutting off Georgie everytime she makes an advance on him. With it all going their way, The Novas set Watkins up for the 'Star Destroyer', but it seems the lumberjacks have other ideas as Matthews and APB grab at Manny's ankles. Distracted, Nickles is allowed to mount the top turnbuckle as Manny is pulled outside by the mob. Jayden walks right into a Brandon Watkins superkick as he staggers back, Nickles hits the 'Carpe Diem' and makes the cover for a historic win!!! SC: THEY DID IT, THEY DID IT! TCK ARE BATTING 0-2 TONIGHT AS THEY CIVIL UNREST TEAM HAVE CAPTURED THE TAG TEAM TITLES! Manny tries to claw back into the ring, but is met by Bartsh, Legion and Matthews pulling them out. Nickles is crying with emotion as Watkins hugs her as he captures his first Tag Team Championship as well. In a moment of pure respect. Matthews, Legion and Bartsch hoist them on their shoulders as the two hold the gold in the air. Barney Green dances around them with his cat as it seems miracles have happened here tonight. Winners and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Georgie Nickles and Brandon Watkins (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO MAHONEY MACMILLIAN. NEXT TO HIM STANDS TORCH, WHO'S CHEEK HAS BEEN STICHED UP AFTER THE BRUTAL ASSAULT AT THE LAST MAYHEM) MM: Torch, as many saw at the last Mayhem, Phenom made everyone believe he had signed the contract. And then this followed... (WE CUT TO A VIDEO FROM THE LAST MAYHEM, PHENOM GRABS THE PEN AND SHOVES IT INTO TORCH'S CHEEK. HE THEN SIGNS THE CONTRACT IN TORCH'S BLOOD. THE VIDEO FREEZES AS BOTH MAHONEY AND TORCH LOOK AT IT) MM: Your mouth must obviously be in pain, so I wont expect you to talk much. But you must obviously have revenge on your mind after all these weeks of brutal attacks, from getting dragged from a car, to the pen getting shoved in your face last week. So Torch, what are your thoughts on tonights Circle of Blood match up? (TORCH ATTEMPTS A SMILE, BUT THE STITCHES DON'T LET HIM. PAIN CAN BE SEEN ON HIS FACE AS HE BEGINS TO TALK) T: Mahoney, I have been involved in some brutal battles throughout my career here in the T.F.W.F., Circle of Blood versus Peacemaker, Inferno Match versus Creme de la Creme, King of the Deathmatch 2005, Hell's Prison, Circle of Blood versus Fallen Angel, Facing the Management in the Cage, Best of 7 versus Hardcore Legend, and many more. But none of those will compare to the brutality the live audience and those watching at home via PPV will see tonight. I will take violence to a whole new level when I am locked in the Circle of Blood with Phenom! (MAHONEY NODS NOT SUCH IN AGREEMENT, BUT JUST THE THOUGHT FRIGHTENS HIM) T: See the fact is Mahoney, Phenom crossed the line when he abused of Missy, and then he kept sticking that fork in week after week. At Hard Steel, I was still holding back. Well tonight the kid gloves are off. With Tremere retired, Aaron Roberts turned in a complete bitch and Phenom selling out..I am the last true Hardcore Warrior left standing. And tonight like my old foe Peacemaker used to say..Phenom...two men will enter and only one man will leave (TORCH LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA, THE FURY AND SADISM MIXED IN HIS EYES) T: and that man will..be..ME! Phenom, you've played with fire for long enough and tonight you will...get...BURNED! (HE EXITS, AS MAHONEY IS LEFT STANDING ALONE) (OZZY FINCH IS BACKSTAGE WITH EXILE WHO HAS THE LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE. HE ADJUSTS HIS SOLID BLUE TIE.) OF: Exile, tonight you have the culmination of everything that you and Jose Ramon have been through together. The trials, the prison time, Christinagate, and now a last man standing match. How do you feel? EX: Gassy. OF: Ah…well I mean you have to at least be excited about this right? Getting your final revenge on Ramon? EX: Meh. OF: You really aren’t helping me out here kid. You got a high profile match. You got a prime interview spot. You are about to be made a star. (EXILE GLANCES BEHIND HIM TO ROADBLOCK WITH A BLOW TORCH, POODLE AND A SET OF STEAK KNIVES.) OF: Oh…uh…whatcha got there Road Block? RB: GOODIES!! EX: Look Ozzy, I understand that I’m not the normal bouncy happy goofy self. Not really doin much for you, not really doin much for the crowd. Unfortunately, inside the ring will be more of the same. OF: You are giving up? EX: No no no. See I’m not really in the toying mood. Jose Ramon has tried to break me in every aspect of my life finally just giving up and putting me in the hospital because he realized that’s just not good enough to do it. I am. I won’t hesitate for a second to give that man everything that he deserves. OF: And what is that? EX: I just…were you listening? Look, Ramon has done everything to say that I am nothing but a carbon copy of him. He’s said it in the ring, he’s said it in the courts, he said it while putting me on a stretcher. I am not Jose Ramon because Ramon can’t close. He can’t finish. And I have no moral obligation at all to putting his neck on the block and swinging away. (EXILE WALKS AWAY PATTING ROADBLOCK ON THE SHOULDER HE SAVES A FINALE SMILE FOR OZZY.) EX: They want to be entertained Road Block. Entertain them for me. RB: Alright, so I’m not the best juggler but bear with me. (ROAD BLOCK LIGHTS THE BLOW TORCH AS THE POODLE BARKS LIKE MAD. OZZY LOOKS EXTREMELY CONCERNED AS HE WATCHES WHAT HAPPENS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Exile is a lot more serous than normal Snoop... SJ: Good maybe he can grow a personality while he is being serious. SC: Ok....anyways...up next two personalities have certainly clashed to extreme circumstances and tonight they face each other...in the Circle of Blood... Circle Of Blood Match Phenom vs Torch [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH THE WORDS ‘THEY USED TO BE LIKE BROTHERS’ AS WE SEE TORCH AND PHENOM DURING THEIR STABLE-MATE DAYS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO BLACK AND WHITE AS WE SEE PHENOM TURN ON TORCH AND ELIMINATE HIM FROM THE WORLD TITLE RUMBLE. THE WORDS ‘BUT FOR ONE MAN GLORY AND FAME MEANS MORE THAN BROTHERHOOD’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE CUT BACK TO COLOUR AS WE TORCH REFUSING TO FIGHT PHENOM EVEN AFTER EXTREME PROVOCATION. EVENTUALLY WE SEE TORCH BEING PUSHED TOO FAR AND FINALLY FIGHTING BACK – ALONG WITH HIGHLIGHTS OF THEIR PREVIOUS MATCH AT HARD STEEL. THE WORDS ‘THE MOST VIOLENT FEUD IN TFWF HISTORY’ SCROLL UP THE SCREEN AS WE SEE THE NUMEROUS VIOLENT ATTACKS EACH MAN HAS COMMITTED ON THE OTHER. WE SEE TORCH BEING DRAGGED AROUND BY HIS NECK WITH A CHAIN BEHIND PHENOM’S CAR. WE SEE THE FIREBALL INCIDENT FROM TORCH TO PHENOM. FINALLY WE SEE THE CIRCLE OF BLOOD MATCH FROM THE PAST AND THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THIS AS BEING THE MATCH TO FINALLY SETTLE THE FEUD. WE SEE BOTH TORCH AND PHENOM LOOKING BATTERED, BLOODY AND BRUISED AS THE WORDS ‘TWO MEN ENTER, ONE MAN LEAVES’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a Circle of Blood match scheduled for one fall... (BIG CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC:You look at the emotionless expression on Phenom's face and you have to wonder what sick thoughts are ticking over and over in his mind. SJ: This might be Torch's signature match these days, but make no mistake he is walking in there against the man who lives, breaths and will die for Hardcore. JH: And his opponent... *’FUEL’ – METALICA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!! SC: HERE COMES THE FIRE MIDDLESBOROUGH!!!! TORCH IS HERE AND THE CIRCLE OF BLOOD IS ON IT'S WAY! SJ: The home of the T.F.W.F. loves its Hardcore matches Scoop. Probably cause it fits with the general way of greeting outsiders around here. Stab them in the face... The match begins...with both superstars stepping up and getting into each other’s face. Phenom, with the clear size advantage, stares the defiant Torch down, gesturing towards his cheek with a cocky smile. The audience lets out a heavy chorus of heat for Phenom as the ‘New York Nightmare’ smirks and smacks Torch right across the face. Torch whips his head back right to Phenom and fires off with a huge barrage of punches to his former stablemate. Phenom, caught off guard from the assault, stumbles back as Torch manages to take him down to the ground. Getting a full mount, he rains down a series of hard-looking elbow shots on ‘Nom when suddenly the big man reaches up with a hand around Torch’s throat. Torch hesitates for a second, giving ‘Nom the opportunity to roll over into a mount of his own. He drives a string of rabbit punches and a trio of alternating hammer fists into Torch’s face which only angers the ‘Registered Psychopath’ even more. Shrugging off the blows, he kicks Phenom off and rolls backwards to his feet. He charges forward with a jumping forearm and cracks the massive ‘Nom in the jaw, staggering him. He grabs a wrist and shoots him off into the ropes. Reversed by Phenom, it’s Torch who finds himself running and as ‘Nom bends down for a back body drop, Torch unleashes with a dirty knee lift and a nasty, spinning discus punch to follow it up. It still isn’t enough, however, to floor the big man. Torch runs the ropes, hoping to deliver a final clothesline when Phenom virtually kicks his head off with lunging big to the face. Sneering, ‘Nom grabs a handful of Torch’s hair and brings him up to his feet, feigning a sad face to get under Torch and the fans’ skin even more. He looks at his fist and nods, still frowning, before curling into a smile and delivering a huge right hand to the face. Torch, still feeling the effects from the boot, drops to the floor as ‘Nom continues his assault. Following up with some dirty, calculated kicks to the head and neck, ‘Nom grabs another handful of Torch’s hair and brings him up to his feet. He grabs him by the neck and chokes him, bringing Torch to his knees, and with one fluid movement, lifts him up and over in an overhead choke suplex into the middle of the ring. Torch, swallowing mouthfuls of air, shows signs of fire as he crawls towards the ropes, but is quickly silenced with a running kick to the gut that sends him rolling through the ropes near the barbed wire wall. SC: Here we go, Snoop – things are about to get real interesting. SJ: This is what they wanted, they’re gonna get it. The middle of the match sees...Phenom walking over the top rope and bringing up Torch again. He nails him with a stiff elbow to the face, before grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing him face-first into the barbed-wire! The crowd pops big-time as Torch’s face is viciously rubbed and scraped against the barbed wire, cutting him open with ease. Phenom pulls Torch’s face off the wall and starts screaming into his face before slamming him into it one last time. No stranger to boo’s, Phenom plays up to the fans as Torch slumps to the ground, his face a bloodied mess. ‘Nom returns shortly after and grabs Torch for a scoop slam, delivering a fallaway slam over the top rope and back into the ring. Torch, almost out of it, continues to endure and show signs of resistance as ‘Nom goes to pick him up. Reaching down to grab Torch, ‘Nom is soon met with a right hand to the jaw out of desperation. Caught unawares, ‘Nom sneers and comes back only to get hit with a hard shoulder shrug to the gut, followed by a European uppercut to the chin. Torch surges forward with a clothesline but is grabbed by the waist and hoisted up into the air with a bossman slam. The heat is astounding in the arena right now for ‘Nom as the crowd tries to rally around Torch. Torch rolls out towards the outside as ‘Nom grunts following him to the outside. He stomps on Torch’s fingers causing the ‘Registered Psychopath’ quickly retract his hands, but the camera manages to catch that Torch is looking for something in his tights. ‘Nom with a follow-up knee to the head as Torch stays on his knees. He goes to pick him up and irish-whips him into the barbed-wire near one of the turnbuckles. Torch screams in agony as his back is pierced by the metal, eliciting just a huge amount of sympathy for fans to get a “Let’s go, Torch!” chant going. Phenom, hearing this and feeling he’s got this in the bag, unwisely goes to berate some of the fans at ringside through the dome, saying, “Watch this,” before dashing towards Torch full-speed ahead. The camera zooms in on Torch’s hands behind him as Phenom charges forward but Torch quickly gets out of the way, leaving Phenom to RAM RIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE! The crowd pops huge, but Torch isn’t done, as he deftly gets behind Nom and wraps an arm around the big man’s throat, bringing him down slightly. With the other hand, he holds something up in the air – A PEN! The place nearly explodes as Torch, in a dominant position now, stabs the pen right into Phenom’s chest and stomach, again and again and again! With his upper torso literally squirting blood out in some places, Phenom shouts in absolute agony as he shoves the bloody Torch off! Phenom looks down at his chest and grits his teeth making a bee-line right for Torch who blocks a clothesline attempt and with one motion, STABS THE PEN INTO PHENOM’S FACE!!! SJ: JESUS CHRIST!!! Finish...With the arena thoroughly rocking, Torch slips the pen out of Phenom’s cheek, the exact position on the opposite side of where Torch himself was stabbed! ‘Nom drops to his knees as Torch rains down with some stiff forearm shots that put Phenom down! ‘Nom crawling towards the barbed wire as Torch grabs the both of his legs and puts them into a cloverleaf. Using his foot to secure ‘Nom’s legs, Torch then grabs back on the big man’s arms, lifting his whole upper torso off the floor – CURBSTOMP BY TORCH INTO THE BARBED WIRE WALL!!! There’s a massive “OOOOOHHHH” from the crowd as a camera comes back and reveals the gory effects of Torch’s move: three DEEP, blood-filled slash marks down Phenom’s face, resembling the claw marks of an animal. Torch, with a crimson mask of his own, screams into the air, pumping the crowd up big time. He grabs Phenom and pushes him back into the ring, delivering a series of hard stomps right into Phenom’s face. Picking him up, Torch synchs in a DDT and drops the big man head-first right into the mat. The ref jumps with the count, barely making it to “8” when ‘Nom gets back up again. A frustrated Torch sneers and goes right back into the attack, nailing a quick snap suplex, along with some falling fist drops. As the ref goes back into counting position, the camera gets a great shot of an exhausted Torch wiping the blood off his face, his visage being clear for only a few seconds when the blood pumps out again. Phenom manages to make it back up, this time at “9,” when Torch goes for his finisher, the “Third-Degree Burn!” Reaching behind Phenom to grasp his neck, Torch goes to spin for the neckbreaker, but Phenom blocks it with an elbow! The pair break apart and end up colliding head-first into each other, causing both men to fall. The referee stares at both men, shrugs, and eventually goes for the ten-count. The crowd slowly counts along with the referee as both men show start to show signs of exhausted recovery at “5.” But Phenom, the ever-resourceful schemer, finds himself ‘out-veteraning’ the other veteran in Torch, by getting up near the referee and “accidentally” pulling him into the ropes. With the referee temporarily caught up for a few seconds, Phenom delivers a vicious punt to the side of a recovering Torch’s head!!! The crowd boos HARD as the smiling ‘Nom limps over to “help the ref” telling him to continue the count. The ref obliges, eventually making it to “10!” Winner: Phenom SC: Phenom just stole this match, Snoop! SJ: At least no one died here tonight, partner. You want another ghost haunting the TFWF? A hardcore one, no less. SC: Was it not you who was scared of 'The Ghost of Flying Richard Flener'? SJ: Shut up...I am sure Mahoney is backstage somewhere... (BACKSTAGE) (MACMILLIAN MAHONEY IS BACKSTAGE WITH SEBASTIAN CROSS THE T.F.W.F WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. AT THE MERE SIGHT OF THE CHAMP MIDDLESBOROUGH BLOWS THE ROOF OFF OF THE RIVERSIDE STADIUM. CROSS IS WEARING HIS NEWLY CRAFTED MASK GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS WIFE. HE STANDS WITH THE TITLE DRAPED ACROSS HIS SHOULDER AS THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE GO WILD.) MM: Sebastian…this time last year you were about to go one-on-one with a man who literally made your life hell each and every week – the enigmatic Tiger Young… (THE FANS GO CRAZY AT THE MENTION OF YOUNG.) MM: That night the two of you destroyed each other…with no title on the line! Now fast forward to now and you're in a similar situation, but this time you've got the gold, and you've got Fallen Angel, the former world champ. What are your thoughts on this? SC: My thoughts Mac? (THE CHAMP LOWERS HIS HEAD AND SNICKERS FOR A MOMENT.) MM: Well…can you tell me your thoughts or your feelings on this subject at all? SC: How do I feel….. (CROSS TAKES A MOMENT TO COMPOSE HIMSELF.) SC: On this night, in T.F.W.F. history, the only thing I can think of, I can't remember. And that moment was at Hard Steel just two short months ago, when I stood in the ring with Fallen Angel and blacked out, nearly killing the son of a bitch. Problem is Mac, as I said, I don't remember a damn second of it. But looking back at the tape, it was pretty terrifying to realize, to come to grips with the fact that at any moment any one of us could snap. MM: Are we going to see that same thing happen tonight? SC: Not if I can help it Mac. My purpose in this match is not to show that a man possessed can defeat Fallen Angel. The people and fans of the T.F.W.F. need something. It's called hope. They need to be willing to believe that a man, any man, can triumph over the tyranny of men like Ian Monks, and the Career Killers, and specifically over the bastard tactics of Fallen Angel. If I can only beat Angel in a mode I can't remember, then what good am I as champion? MM: So you're saying that that wasn't you at Hard Steel? SC: No Mac, it was. But not the same man you see today. I let my anger control me. Not tonight. Anger does one thing and that's burn you out. I have to last 60 minutes with Fallen Angel. With anger as my fuel, I'll only last 20 of those, maybe less. I need every reserve I have for this. Angel was smart. He wants to see if I'll repeat Hard Steel. This won't be a repeat of that night. No, this time with all of my might, with all I have in me, I'm going to defeat Fallen Angel and prove once and for all that this federation does not have to live in the world dictated by Fallen Angel, that you do not have to fear him. That a hero such as me, however unlikely a hero I may be, can conquer men like Angel, and survive to tell the tale tomorrow on Mayhem. That's what tonight is about Mac. And those are my thoughts and my feelings on the subject. Now if you'll excuse me… (CROSS TAKES HIS LEAVE OF THE AREA TO A HUGE OVATION FROM THE FANS, LEAVING MAHONEY ALONE WITH HIS MIC.) MM: Well there you have it folks, a very focused world champ, ready to face the challenger tonight for 60 strenuous minutes of hell. Back to you guys! (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE...) (THE SHOT CUTS AWAY FROM MAHONEY AND CROSS AND THE CROWD INSTANTLY BEGIN TO BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AS JAMES ONLEE APPEARS ON THE SCREEN STANDING BESIDE OZZY FINCH. JAMES HOLDS HIS ROSARY BEADS IN ONE HAND, AND THE KNIFE HE STABBED DORIAN WONG WITH ON MONDAY NIGHT. THE CROWD HEAT KEEPS UP AS OZZY BEGINS HIS LINE OF QUESTIONING TOWARD JAMES.) OF: Reverend James Onlee, tonight you get a shot at T.F.W.F. gold again here at Autumn Annihilation. Can we hear your thoughts on tonight’s match? (JAMES SNAPS OUT OF HIS TRANCE LIKE STATE AND STARES IN TO OZZY. OZZY IS VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE AND NERVOUS AS HE STANDS BESIDE JAMES.) JO: Mr. Finch, are you insinuating that tonight has anything to do with winning a piece of leather with a slab of gold attached to it? Tonight has nothing to do with becoming a champion. Tonight is about showing the world that James Onlee and his God are at the forefront of this company. Tonight is about showing the world that it shouldn’t be afraid of some apocalypse, or it shouldn’t be afraid of some self righteous heathen sinner who will be the first to tell anyone that he’s better than them. Tonight, Ozzy, is about proving to the world that the word of the Lord, God is irrefutable, and cannot be denied by men like Dorian Wong, and Mike Mitchell any longer. OF: So you’re saying that the fact that the Intercontinental title is on the line tonight means nothing to you? JO: Ozzy, if when I walk from this wretched building tonight I have that golden idol around my waist and the moniker of Intercontinental champion placed before my name, then so be it. It will just be another trophy that I can and will display proudly before my God, and in the name of my God. OF: And how do you feel about the possibility of involvement from your nemesis Tremere? JO: As I said before, Ozzy, if Tremere decides he wants to place his nose in to my business yet again here tonight, then a little blood letting like he experienced a few weeks ago will seem like a pleasant experience. I will let it be known here tonight that my God would like nothing more than to see Tremere six feet in the earth just like he put a true hero, Xander Gates. So if Tremere wants more of the same that he’s already been given, then I say let him enter that cage tonight, and I say let him feel the wrath of the almighty God. OF: Any final words for your opponents tonight? JO: My warning is simple…Dorian, Mike…if you come into that cage with me tonight you will not find glory, or championship gold, or an easy step up the T.F.W.F. ladder. No, the only thing you two have to look forward to if you step in to that cage with me is the torment, wrath, and anger that only the one true God of this world can deliver. My God will be waiting in that ring for the two of you, and you would be lucky to find your way back out of that cage. Once you enter the one way out…is the Onlee way. (JAMES THEN BRINGS HIS ROSARY AND THE KNIFE BACK TO A PRAYER LIKE POSITION AND RE-ENTERS HIS TRANCE OF PRAYER.) OF: Scoop, Snoop, back to you. (RINGSIDE.) SC: As ever the intense look on the face of James Onlee...The Reverend challenging for that Intercontinental Championship in one of the most extreme matches we will see in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: I fear for the sanity of the audience in that match... SC: Speaking of the audience...hold onto your hats folks...its about to get very physical in this Last Man Standing Match... T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match - Last Man Standing Exile (c) vs Jose Ramon [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH A SHOT OF EXILE WINNING THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AT HARD STEEL AS THE WORDS ‘HE THOUGHT HE HAD FINALLY ENDED THEIR RIVALRY’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. WE THEN SEE FOOTAGE OF THE MOMENTS LEADING UP TO JOSE RAMON REVEALING TO HIS SISTER AND THE WORLD THAT EXILE’S FORMER GIRLFRIEND IS PREGNANT. THE WORDS ‘WHEN YOU CAN’T WIN IN THE RING, YOU GO FOR THE MIND AND THE FAMILY’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AT THIS MOMENT. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF THE MARATHON FEUD BETWEEN EXILE AND RAMON. WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THEIR PROMO BATTLES, WE SEE THEM HITTING THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES ON EACH OTHER. WE SEE CLIPS OF EXILE AND CHRISTINE TOGETHER. THE WORDS ‘IT HAS BEEN A FEUD FOR THE AGES, BUT IT MUST END AT AA9’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE FINALLY SEE RAMON ATTACKING EXILE AND INJURING HIM BADLY JUST PRIOR TO AA9. THE WORDS ‘THE CHAMPION HAS HIS BACK TO THE WALL, FOR THE CHALLENGER DEFEAT IS NOT AN OPTION’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE FINISH ON EXILE AND RAMON, NOSE TO NOSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AS THE WORDS ‘LAST MAN STANDING’ APPEAR BEHIND THEM.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a Last Man Standing Match for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... (BIG CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (BIG HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...Jose Ramon!!! SC: To some people he has been a bit of a joke since he got here. The somewhat idiotic way he went about sueing Exile, but two weeks ago on Mayhem that all changed when he showed the vicious and disgusting side of Jose Ramon. SJ: Jose Ramon is simply put the next Light-Heavyweight Champion Scoop... JH: And his opponent... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Exile!!! SC: So many things on the mind of Exile. So many thoughts running through his head...how can he concentrate on tonight's match? SJ: The point is he cannot Scoop. This man right here is no match for Jose Ramon. Ramon has owned Exile from day one and the disgusting way he treated Jose's own sister...well The Ramon family will be celebrating tonight. The match begins...with both Ramon and Exile charging at each other and colliding in the middle of the ring, both men throwing wild and frantic punches to the delight of the crowd!! Exile gets the advantage and pummels Ramon back into the corner with repeated right hands to the face! Ramon slumps down in the corner as Exile continues to punch away at him before stamping down on him and then choking Ramon out with the bottom of his boot across his throat! Exile back off to the opposite corner and then charges smashing Ramon with a running knee to the face!! He drags Ramon up and out of the corner and then tosses him over the top rope and to the floor to a massive crowd pop! Exile looks like a wild man and he winces slightly, obviously still suffering the effects of the attack by Ramon a few weeks ago, before he hops through the ropes to the outside to take the fight to Jose Ramon. Ramon has staggered to his feet and he tries to get away from the enraged Exile, but the LHW Champion is too quick for him, grabbing Ramon by shoulders and spinning him round he nails a kick to the mid section and then a twisting neckbreaker on the floor! Ramon is hurting as Exile stomps away on him before bringing him to his feet and whipping him into the steel ring steps which go flying to a big crowd pop!! Exile quickly picks up one section of the stairs and holds it over head as the crowd roar him on! He slams the stairs down to the ground but Ramon just rolls out of the way in time and scrambles to his feet, he hops onto the ring barricade and dives at Exile, hooking him around the head and driving him down onto the ring steps with a DDT to a massive crowd reaction!! The fans are booing the hell out of Ramon who tries to pose but then stumbles and falls thanks to the beating he’s taken already in the match!! SC: Exile started the match like a man possessed and was beating Ramon all over the ring and ringside but that was one hell of a desperation DDT by Ramon onto the ring steps! SJ: Desperation? Are you kidding me? He lured Exile into a false sense of security and then struck, that’s what Jose Ramon does and that’s why he’ll be the winner here tonight. The middle of the match sees...The referee is down on the floor counting both men as Ramon gets to his feet at a count of 5. Exile is struggling up but he is able to use the ring apron to pull himself to his feet at a count of 7 to a big crowd pop. Ramon is on the offensive quickly kicking Exile in the back with roundhouse kicks before picking him up and dropping him ribs first across the ring barricade. He rolls Exile back into the ring and climbs onto the ring apron before vaulting in with a slingshot senton across the back of Exile! Ramon tells the referee to count as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle and poses for the crowd to some big heat! Exile looks up from the mat and sees this and immediately jumps to his feet and shoves Ramon over the top rope and to the floor to a massive crowd pop!! Exile hangs on the top rope as the referee checks on Ramon and then begins to make his count. He gets to 6 before Ramon begins to stir and he finally makes it to his feet with the count at 8. Exile is waiting though and he sprints at the ropes and dives through them whipping out Ramon with a big suicide dive through the middle and top rope!! The crowd are going nuts as Exile drags Ramon up and tosses him into the crowd! Exile hops over the barricade and picks up a chair before blasting Ramon across the back and then the head! Ramon is down as the referee counts, he gets to 6 before Ramon stumbles up to his feet. Exile hooks him around the head in a front face lock but Ramon drops to his knees and hits Exile with a low blow to some big crowd heat. Ramon grabs a chair of his own and throws it into the face of Exile which knocks him down. Ramon signals to the referee to count and he does so as the crowd boo the hell out of Ramon. Exile gets back to his feet at 5 with blood pouring down his face. Ramon quickly throws him back over the barricade and then climbs onto the barricade himself. He waits for Exile to stand up and then leaps off, landing on his shoulders and whipping him over with a hurricanranna. Both men are down as the referee counts but Ramon is up at 4. Exile struggles up with the count at 7. Ramon quickly hooks Exile up and plants him with a double arm suplex on the outside before going under the ring as the referee starts his count. The crowd roar as Ramon drags a ladder out from under the ring as Exile makes it to his feet with the count at 7. Ramon charges with the ladder, but Exile ducks out the way and gets a drop toe hold on Ramon who falls face first into the ladder!! The crowd pop as Exile picks the ladder up and slams it down onto Ramon a couple of times before bridging it between the ring apron and the barricade. The referee is counting down Ramon and is at 7 as Ramon gets to his feet. Exile nails him with some right hands and then throws him onto the ring apron. Exile follows him up and then lifts Ramon onto his shoulders to a big crowd roar!! Exile then leaps off the ring apron and drives Ramon onto the bridged ladder with a Death Valley Driver to a huge crowd pop!!! Ramon yells in pain and rolls off the ladder and falls to the floor. Exile leans against the ring barricade as the referee counts Ramon down. With the count at 7 the crowd start going nuts…8…still Ramon is not up…..9…..he finally stirs and just gets to his feet before the count of 10!!! SC: Oh my God what a brutal move by Exile on Jose Ramon! He could have broken his damn back with that DVD onto the ladder! This match has been violent and intense, but I think it’s only going to get worse! SJ: Talk about heart! Ramon struggles to his feet after that! Amazing guts by the next LHW Champion! Finish...The crowd are roaring on Exile as he slides the ladder into the ring and then slams Ramon on the floor before dropping a couple of driven elbows to his chest. As the referee again counts down Ramon, Exile goes under the ring and removes two tables. With the count at 6 Ramon is up as Exile drags a second ladder from under the ring and then a length of metal chain! He wraps the chain around his fist and forearm as Ramon charges at him, Exile swings a punch but Ramon ducks out the way and then blasts Exile with the ‘Take 5’ superkick to some massive crowd heat!! Exile looks out cold as Ramon laughs before setting up one table on the outside of the ring and sliding the other table and ladder into the ring. The referee is counting Exile down as the crowd encourage him to get up. The count is at 7 as Exile rolls over and tries to get to his knees, but he falls back down as the crowd gasp…8….9….he’s up!! The crowd pop huge but Ramon is waiting with the chain from earlier. He wraps it around Exile’s neck and then drags him around the ringside arena for all to see. The blood is now spurting out of Exile’s forehead as he struggles for breath as Ramon chokes him violently before rolling him into the ring. The crowd are trying to rally behind Exile but he looks in serious trouble as Ramon stalks around him before hooking him from behind and dropping him with a German suplex, but Ramon hangs on and changes up into a Dragon suplex, but again he hangs on and heaves Exile up before planting him with a belly to back suplex right on the back of his head!! Exile is out for the count by the look of him as blood pools in front of his head on the mat. Ramon rubs his hands as if to say the match is over and tells the referee to make the count. He does so and is at 6 before Exile even starts to move…7….8…Exile grabs the middle rope and heaves himself up to his knees….9….he’s up just in time!! The crowd are going wild but Ramon responds with stiff kicks to the face and head before turning around and setting the table up in the middle of the ring. The referee continues to count Exile down but he keeps clawing his way up to his feet using the ropes. Ramon has the table set up and turns around but Exile is waiting with the chain from earlier around his fist! He cracks Ramon in the jaw to a massive crowd pop!!! Ramon drops, out cold as Exile himself is left hanging by his arms on the top rope, blood still pouring down his face. The referee is counting out Ramon as Exile staggers forward and sets the ladder up near the table. The referee’s count is at 6 as Ramon tries to get to his feet…7…..8…Ramon is on his knees but looks completely dazed….9….he just makes it to his feet as Exile grabs him and drags him onto the ring apron. The crowd roar as Exile points at the table on the floor and tries to lift Ramon up with a suplex but Ramon blocks it and scores some punches to the ribs of Exile doubling him over. Ramon sets Exile and heaves him up for a powerbomb but Exile lands right hands to the top of Ramon’s head and drops down in front of him on the ring apron!! The crowd are going nuts as Exile hooks Ramon with the ‘Outcast’ and leaps off the ring apron driving both men through the table on the floor to a huge crowd pop!!! The crowd chant ‘holy shit’ as Exile and Ramon lay in the wreckage of the table and the referee begins his count……1……2……3……4……5……6……Exile rolls out of the smashed table and tries to get up but can’t......7……8……Ramon starts to stir as Exile gets to his feet……9……Ramon just gets to his feet in time and falls back against the ring apron which holds him up! Exile charges but Ramon tips him up, Exile’s body hits the ropes and he shoots back, hooking Ramon around the head and goes for a DDT, but Ramon blocks it and fights out with knees to the mid section and then he hooks Exile around the neck and head before driving him face first into the ring post!! Exile is dazed as Ramon rolls him into the ring and then staggers in after him!! Both men are beaten and Exile is still bleeding as Ramon lays him on the table and begins to climb the ladder in the ring! He gets near the top when the crowd roar as the bloody Exile rolls off the table and starts climbing the other side of the ladder!! Everyone in the stadium is on their feet as Exile meets Ramon at the top of the ladder and the two men start trading punches!!! Ramon has the advantage, then Exile, then it swings back to Ramon!! Finally Exile pokes Ramon in the eye and climbs up, he hooks Ramon in a side suplex position and then leaps back with a moonsault suplex from the top of the ladder that drives both men through the table to a monster crowd pop!!!!!! Both men crash through the table as the referee dives for cover at the brutal impact. He gets up to see both men laying broken and battered in the wrecked table. He starts his count……1……2……3……4……5……6……7……Exile starts to move and crawls from the broken table towards the ropes as Ramon doesn’t move……8……Exile reaches the ropes as Ramon starts to stir……9……Exile pulls himself to his feet just in time but Ramon hasn’t moved……10!!!! The bell sounds and the crowd go insane as Exile picks up the huge win over his mortal enemy and retains the Light Heavyweight Title!!!! SC: He did it!! He has slain the biggest demon he’s ever faced in his career!! Exile has beaten Jose Ramon for the final time!! SJ: No, no, no this isn’t right, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be!! Winner and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Exile (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) h (THE ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO A LIMO PULLING UP IN A CAR PARK. A T.F.W.F. SECURITY MAN OPENS THE DOOR AND OUT STEPS....THE VIKING KING ALONGSIDE SCOTT CARR AND JACE GRYPHON OF THE VWF!!!!!! MAHONEY MCMILLIAN IS FIRST ON THE SCENE IN ONE OF THE MOST SHOCKING MOMENTS IN THE HISTORY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.) MM: Viking King...what the hell are you doing here? VK: The Viking King is thinking of making an investment...ummmm.... MM: Mahoney... VK: Right, well the T.F.W.F. has been a direct promotional rival of the VWF for sometime and with the owner Ian Monks missing in action...The Viking King and a couple of the guys thought it might be interesting to stop by and make our intentions known. (SCOTT CARR GRABS THE MICROPHONE.) SC: Thats fucking right...Da Big Rig wants to see what all the fuss is about with the T.F.W.F., cause he might be forced to shove this boot up a few fucking asses that don't fall into line! (JACE GRYPHON GRABS A MICROPHONE.) JG: And I am here to find out exactly...how one Kirsta Lewis got on tonight. MM: Your high profile relationship with Miss Lewis and this shocking announcement could cause a few problems since she is of course a member of T.C.K. a group your effectively going to try and over throw Viking King... (VIKING KING PAUSES FOR A MOMENT. HE ADJUSTS THE LAPELS ON MAHONEY'S JACKET AS THE REPORTER SEARCHES FOR ANSWERS.) VK: You know...when He owns this place...the first thing He is going to do is send you shopping with Joey Stylez and P. Lickin... (VIKING SLAPS HIM AROUND THE CHOPS AS CARR AND GRYPHON PUSH PAST MAHONEY WHO LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT WELL HAVE URINATED IN HIS TROUSERS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE JUST SEEN HERE TONIGHT!!!! THE VIKING KING AND TWO OF THE BIGGEST NAMES IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING SCOTT CARR AND JACE GRYPHON THE REIGNING VWF WORLD CHAMPION ARE HERE IN ENGLAND...AT OUR PPV! SJ: God how embarrassing of Mahoney to look like a total goober in front of Mr. King. SC: DO YOU EVEN REALIZE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF THIS? SJ: Yes...we all need to go to the Gap! SC: (sigh) Well if the Viking King wants to see what the T.F.W.F. is all about he will get no sweeter test than next...the X Cage Match between Wong, Mitchell and Onlee... T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match - X Cage Match Dorian Wong (c) vs Mike Mitchell w/ Tremere vs James Onlee [FLASHBACK: WE OPEN WITH A SHOT OF DORIAN WONG LAUGHING LIKE A MAD MAN AND HOLDING UP THE IC TITLE AS THE WORDS ‘THE MANIAC CHAMPION’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. WE THEN SEE A SHOT OF JAMES ONLEE PREACHING TO HIS FOLLOWERS AS THE WORDS ‘THE HOLY MAN IN PURSUIT OF TOTAL DOMINATION’ SCROLL UP THE SCREEN. WE THEN SEE A SHOT OF MIKE MITCHELL STANDING AGAINST THE ROPES IN A WRESTLING TRAIN AS THE WORDS ‘THE MASTER OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE SEEKS GOLD ONCE AGAIN’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE THEN SHIFT TO SEE THE BUILD UP TO THIS MATCH. WE SEE THE UNHOLY UNION OF ONLEE AND WONG AND THEIR VARIOUS MOMENTS BACKSTAGE DISCUSSING THEIR GOALS AND ENEMIES. WE THEN SEE THEIR SHOCKING AND VIOLENT ATTACK ON TREMERE WHICH FORCED HIM OUT OF THE TFWF. WE SEE SHOTS OF MIKE MITCHELL BATTLING BOTH MEN AS THE WORDS ‘THE FORCES OF DARKNESS GREW EVER STRONGER’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN. FINALLY WE SEE THE STABBING INCIDENT ON THE LAST MONDAY MAYHEM SHOW AS THE WONG AND ONLEE ALLIANCE WAS SHATTERED FOREVER! WE THEN SEE THE INFAMOUS X-CAGE STRUCTURE AND THE IC TITLE BELT HANGING OVER THE RING. WE END WITH ALL THREE MEN BRAWLING IN THE RING AS THE WORDS ‘THREE OF THE BEST WILL CLASH IN THE CAGE’ ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a X Cage match for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... (BIG CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MONSTER 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…The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: Like something out of Shakespeare he stabbed his brother in arms...in the back. Although I for one am glad to see the end of the dubbed Unholy Alliance Snoop. SJ: Well I hope you will be as joyous when Jack and Jill are sat there wondering where Uncle James is when December 25th rolls around...when their Xmas is ruined...I hope your happy then you sick son of a bitch! JH: And his opponent… *’WICKERMAN’ – IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP! MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: The people's choice to win this one without a doubt, the Purist has his eyes set on winning this very deadly match. SJ: I don't think being locked in a cage with Onlee and Wong is high on anyones list so I even have to give kudos to Mike Mitchell for that. Still...he's an asshole. JH: And their opponent… *’APOCALYPSE PLEASE’ - MUSE PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. DORIAN WONG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A REVOLVING MANICAL GRIN IN HIS T.A.T. IMAGE AS HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A DISTURBING GRIN OF HIS OWN. JACK AND JILL CARTWHEEL NEAR HIM EITHER SIDE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Jack and Jill...from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion…Dorian Wong!!! SC: Will it be religious intervention? The heart of a man? Or will indeed this clown have the last laugh and retain his Intercontinental Championship. SJ: I don't know, but this one isn't for the faint at heart Scooper! The match begins...The crowd are all on their feet in anticipation of this massive match. All three men stand in the ring looking up at the IC Title belt which hangs in the middle of the red ‘X’ cable above the ring. James Onlee pulls on the side of the cage to test its strength as Mitchell cracks his knuckles and Wong rolls his shoulders. The crowd are at fever pitch at the bell sounds and all three men charge towards each other!! Suddenly Mitchell stops as Wong and Onlee do the same and look at him. Mike motions for them to fight and Wong doesn’t need a second invitation after being stabbed by Onlee a few weeks ago! He spears Onlee to the mat and the two men trade vicious punches as Mitchell watches for a moment and then shrugs his shoulders and rushes to the side of the cage and starts to climb up!! The crowd are going wild as Mike is half way up the cage before Wong and Onlee spot him and Wong lands a couple of rapid head-butts that stun Onlee! He quickly grabs Mitchell by the leg and pulls him off the side of the cage. He throws a right hand but Mitchell blocks it and comes back with rapid punches of his own before trying to slam Wong into the cage, but he blocks it and elbows Mike off him into the waiting arms of Onlee, but Mitchell gets the standing switch and dumps Onlee with a German suplex to a big crowd pop. He isn’t quick enough though and Wong levels him with a running knee strike to the face, then a knee lift and then a twisting neckbreaker!! The crowd boo as Onlee and Mitchell are down as Wong looks in control! He goes to climb the cage but Onlee is up and he rams Wong headfirst into the steel cage before hooking him in a full nelson!! Wong battles for control but Onlee is too strong and turns him around only for Mitchell to nail Wong with a big boot and Onlee then sends him overhead with a Dragon suplex!! Mitchell and Onlee look at each other for a moment due to their inadvertent team work, but then quickly start trading rapid punches as the crowd go wild!! Mitchell gets the advantage and is able to use a double leg take down on Onlee and then tries to roll him into a cross arm breaker. Onlee rolls with the hold and gets to his feet quickly. The two men circle each other again and lock up but Mitchell shoots behind Onlee and brings him down to the mat with a waist lock. He clamps on a side head lock as Onlee gets to his feet. He shoots Mitchell off the ropes but Mitchell knocks him down on the return with a shoulder block! Mitchell drops a knee into the chest of Onlee before going towards the cage and beginning to climb again. Wong is up and he sprints at the ropes, vaults onto the middle rope and then springs off with a drop kick that knocks Mitchell off the cage and crashing down to the mat!! Wong then tries to climb the cage again but it’s Onlee who grabs him and hauls him down before hitting Wong with a DDT! Onlee makes his move and starts to climb the side of the cage as the crowd boo loudly!! SC: This has been insanity from the start just as we expected! All three men battling for their lives and I just don’t know how this is going to go! SJ: Look at that idiot Tremere standing out there doing nothing! I think Onlee is going to get to the wires! The middle of the match sees...Onlee has his hands on the cables and starts to move across them as Mitchell and Wong get to their feet below him. Onlee is half way across the wire as Mitchell climbs the cage and Wong does the same on the opposite side. Onlee is nearing the IC Title belt as Mitchell hand over hand moves closer to him. Just as Onlee reaches out, Mitchell hooks him with his legs in a body scissors and Onlee is left hanging by one hand. Wong then kicks him in the face a few times as Onlee falls to the mat! Wong reaches for the belt but Mitchell kicks his hand and then swings himself forward and grabs hold of the wire in front of Wong and positions himself between Wong and the IC Title!! Wong kicks Mitchell in the ribs, but Mitchell catches his leg and then spins off the cables, pulling Wong down with a sick dragon screw leg whip that looks to do some serious damage to Dorian Wong’s right knee!! Mitchell himself hits the mat hard and struggles to his feet but James Onlee nails him with a running kick to the back and then throws him face first into the steel cage. Wong is up and hobbling badly as Onlee stalks behind him and then chop blocks Wong in the back of the knee. With Mitchell down and hurting Onlee goes to work on Wong’s injured knee. He slams it into the mat and hooks on a painful looking knee submission using Wong’s other leg to bend the bad knee across. The crowd are chanting for Mitchell who is slowly coming around as Onlee picks Wong up and drives his knee into the steel cage before tying him upside down in the tree of woe and then charging in with a knee to the mid section. Wong is in trouble as Mitchell is up, Onlee goes for a running forearm but Mitchell ducks out the way and then nails Onlee with a drop to the face! Wong has got out of the corner and hobbles towards Mitchell who quickly takes him down with a single leg take down and then rolls into a single leg Boston crab!! With Mitchell putting the pressure on Wong, Onlee gets up and starts to climb the side of the cage. Tremere is screaming at Mitchell who lets Wong go and tries to climb up the cage next to Onlee but he has the height advantage and kicks him back down to the mat! Onlee is now at the cables but Dorian Wong is up and he reaches into his trunks and removes a length of rope with a noose on the end!! Wong throws the rope up and the noose lands around his head!! Onlee doesn’t react quick enough as Wong pulls the rope and Onlee crashes to earth. Wong quickly pulls the noose tight and sets about choking Onlee as Mitchell gets up and starts to climb the cage!! SC: Dorian Wong has introduced a noose into this match and he’s choking the life out of James Onlee! The Unholy Alliance is certainly no more! SJ: No shit Sherlock! I think Onlee stabbing Wong might have had something to do with that! Wong better not forget about Mitchell! Finish...Mitchell is half way up the cage as Onlee finally passes out and Wong lets him go. He drops the rope and hobbles over to below Mitchell and starts to climb the cage. He is able to get alongside Mitchell and then two men trade punches on the side of the cage above the ring. Wong is able to slam Mitchell’s head into the cage and then hooks him up before throwing himself back with a side Russian leg sweep off the cage!! Both men crash to the mat and all three men are down as the crowd go nuts!! The referee start his count but James Onlee has come around from being choke out earlier and starts to make his way towards the cage. He climbs up and starts to make his way up the crowd as Mitchell is down and Wong is only just getting to his feet. Suddenly the intense crowd heat turns into a huge pop as Tremere begins to climb the outside of the cage!! He is level with Onlee and grabs him around the arms and holds him in place!! Mitchell is now up and he runs Wong headfirst into the cage, knocking him silly! Mitchell climbs the cage behind Onlee and with Tremere holding him in place Mitchell hooks him around the waist and then jumps back with a massive German suplex off the side of the cage to the mat!! The crowd are going insane as Onlee and Mitchell lie on the mat in pain! Wong is on his feet and he quickly grabs the rope from earlier and wraps the noose around the feet of both Onlee and Mitchell! The crowd are booing like crazy as Wong climbs up the side of the cage and onto the cables. Onlee and Mitchell are struggling to get their feet out the rope as Wong goes hang over hang along the cable towards the IC Title. On the outside Tremere grabs a steel chair and throws it over the top of the cage. Mitchell grabs the chair and just as Wong reaches the belt he throws it, cracking Wong in the body and knocking him off the cable and crashing down to the mat to a huge crowd pop!! Onlee and Mitchell are free but it’s Onlee who grabs the chair and smashes Mitchell in the head. He lays the chair on the mat and then drills Mitchell with ‘The Sinner’s Spiral’ to some big crowd heat! With Mitchell knocked out cold Onlee turn his attention to Dorian Wong, he goes for an ankle lock on his bad leg, but Wong rolls through, sending Onlee face first into the steel cage!! He staggers back and Wong blows black mist into his face blinding him!! Onlee staggers around as Wong waits and then nails him with an implant DDT onto the steel chair!! Wong gets to his feet and looks up at the IC Title as the crowd boo. He makes his way to the cage and begins the climb once again. As he reaches the top Mike Mitchell is on his feet. He goes to the opposite side of the cage and starts to climb up as well. Wong is making his way across the cable as Mitchell makes it to the top of the cage. He sets himself and then leaps forward landing right on top of the IC Title belt!! Just as he goes to reach for it Onlee throws the chair again and it cracks Mitchell in the head, knocking him off the cables and down to the mat! This leave Wong to reach out and grab the IC Title belt to some massive crowd heat as he retains his IC Title!! SC: Mike Mitchell was one second away from becoming the Intercontinental Champion but James Onlee cost him the match with that well aimed desperation chair! SJ: Well Dorian kept his belt, that’s a plus point for me! What a damn match though, that could have gone to any of them! Winner and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Dorian Wong (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO OZZY FINCH STANDING WITH SANDY MAKEL.) OF: The talking point right now is that The Viking King is here with VWF Champion Jace Gryphon and Mr. VWF...DBR Scott Carr...Sandy your thoughts? (SANDY PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.) SM: You know right now...I am on a collision course to watch Fallen Angel this years King of the Deathmatches and a 6 time holder of the Undisputed title, challenge Sebastian Cross...The Guts and Glory of the T.F.W.F., the big Champion...and you want me to answer if I feel threatend by A has been wrestler like Scott Carr? Kirsta Lewis' man servant Jace Gryphon? Or a run down broken promoter like Viking King...you know Finch. We are here in the home of the T.F.W.F., for Autumn Annihilation 9...Middlesborough, England... (THE CROWD POP IN THE ARENA.) SM: Now even though these working class pieces of shit wouldnt know a superstar if he was wearing a name tag and slapped them across the face with a bat with the word 'superstar' on there... (CROWD BOO.) SM: This is still the T.F.W.F. and the VWF can wash the crack of my ass as far as I am concerned. Now I know your pissant friend Mahoney McMillian is standing with Fallen Angel and I know that retard is stupid enough to ask the dumbass questions you are...so I am going to roll the dice and gamble at 2/1 how to make this interview better... OF: Ummm... (MAKEL TURNS AROUND AND PLANTS OZZY IN THE FACE WITH HIS CAST RIDDEN FIST. THE CROWD BOO.) SM: Tonight your Golden Ticket winner stands between two of the so called greats of the wrestling World. The Past which Fallen Angel has dominated with an iron fist...the present where Sebastian Cross has risen to the top of the game....but the future of the T.F.W.F. stands right here... (MAKEL REMOVES THE GOLDEN TICKET FROM HIS POCKET AND WAVES IT.) SM: This is all the chips, all the decks of cards and all the roulette balls I need to let you all know...that the Dice...is going to be the World Champion. But you would be a stupid man to bet...when I decide to make it mine... (MAKEL SMILES, HE DROPS THE MICROPHONE, FOLDING THE TICKET BACK IN HIS POCKET HE KICKS OZZY ON HIS WAY OFF CAMERA.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO BACKSTAGE WHERE FALLEN ANGEL IS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLAN. THE CROWD IN THE STADIUM CAN BE HEARD BOOING LIKE CRAZY AS THE VERY RELAXED AND CONFIDENT LOOKING FALLEN ANGEL SMIRKS.) MM: Well Angel not long to go now. It’s going to be one hour of the most intense battle of 2008, Sebastian Cross versus Fallen Angel. Do you have any final words before the match? (ANGEL SCOFFS AT MAHONEY BEFORE REPLYING.) FA: I’m going to make this short and sweet because I’ve spent enough time talking about that little disfigured son of a bitch we have to call World Champion. Sebastian Cross…I know you’ve been living your little dream these past few months. The Champion of the people. The Champion of the TFWF. I know you think that all the pain and suffering I’ve put you through has been worth it. Well I’m sorry to break the news to you Cross…but I’m the dream killer as well as the career killer. Tonight I end this dream of yours. Tonight I beat you into a bloody pulp for sixty minutes and take back my World Title…and oh and Makel…make sure you do your damn job and stay the hell out of this… (WITH THAT ANGEL SHOVES MAHONEY ASIDE AND WALKS OFF CAMERA TO SOME MAJOR CROWD HEAT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Not even a murmur in his voice about the Viking King...thats how much this moment...right now means to Fallen Angel Snoop... SJ: He knows he has to concentrate for the good of the T.F.W.F., I mean seriously...who wants to have the midget idiot of the world as their Champion going into Christmas...thats not holiday spirit...thats not even Hanukkah... SC: (sigh) Lets see how this clash of the titans, champions...legends if you will came about... MAIN EVENT - UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - 60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE SANDY MAKEL Sebastian Cross (c) vs Fallen Angel [FLASHBACK: WE SEE FOOTAGE OF THE LAST WORLD TITLE MATCH BETWEEN SEBASTIAN CROSS AND FALLEN ANGEL. WE SEE THE BRUTAL FINISH WITH CROSS BEATING ANGEL UNCONSCIOUS AND WINNING THE WORLD TITLE. THE WORDS ‘THE BATTLE WAS WON, BUT THE WAR WAS NOT OVER’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE SHIFT TO ANGEL ANNOUNCING THE REMATCH WILL BE A SIXTY MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH. THE FOOTAGE SHIFTS TO A SHOT OF ‘THE GOLDEN TICKET’ WINNER SANDY MAKEL SMIRKING AND TOSSING HIS DICE IN THE AIR. WE THEN CUT TO THE VARIOUS INCIDENTS WITH MAKEL DISTRACTING BOTH ANGEL AND CROSS AND THREATENING TO CASH IN HIS WORLD TITLE SHOT. THE WORDS ‘DEAL WITH THE DEVIL NUMBER 1’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN AS WE SEE MAKEL AGREEING NOT TO CASH HIS SHOT IN BEFORE AA9 IN RETURN FOR BEING NAMED THE SPECIAL REFEREE FOR THE MATCH. WE THEN SEE THE GROWING TENSIONS BETWEEN ANGEL AND MAKEL AND THE FOOTAGE OF ANGEL INJURING MAKEL’S HANDS AND PUTTING HIM OUT OF ACTION. THE WORDS ‘DEAL WITH THE DEVIL NUMBER 2’ ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE FALLEN ANGEL ARRANGING FOR DORIAN WONG TO FACE SEBASTIAN CROSS AND ATTEMPT TO TAKE HIM OUT. WE THEN SEE THE WORDS ‘THE TABLES ARE TURNED’ AS CROSS FORCES ANGEL INTO A MATCH WITH WONG! THE FOOTAGE SPEEDS UP AS WE SEE CROSS AND ANGEL HITTING THEIR BIG MOVES ON EACH OTHER. FINALLY WE SEE THE RETURN OF SANDY MAKEL AND THE FINAL SHOT IS OF CROSS WITH THE WORLD TITLE BELT AND ANGEL STARING HIM DOWN AS THE WORDS ‘ONE HOUR, ONE WINNER, THE BIGGEST PRIZE IN WRESTLING ON THE LINE’ RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a 60 minute Iron Man Match for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... (SUPER MEGA CROWD POP FOR MATCH.) *'HYSTERIA' - MUSE PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION THOUGH VERY INTENSE. MAKEL WALKS ONTO THE STAGE HE HAS HIS ARM STILL IN A CAST HE LOOKS DOWN AT IT. IN HIS OTHER HAND HE ROLLS HIS FAMED DICE. HE PUTS THEM IN HIS POCKET SINCE HE CANNOT HOLD THEM AND ADMINISTER A COUNT. HE WAITS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING HIS EYES TRANSFIXED ON THE CURTAIN AREA.) JH: At this time the special guest referee for the 60 minute Iron Man Match he is the Golden Ticket owner...'The Dice' Sandy Makel... SC: Which way will he call this one? Lobsided or down the middle? SJ: Are you talking about my balls are the match?? SC: (sigh) *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (EARTH SHAKING HEEL HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the 2008 King of the Deathmatches…Fallen Angel!!! SC: Here comes the challenger...a man who has been here countless times before looks to make a little history tonight. To become a 7 time World Heavyweight Champion...equalling the record of the man who took the title from him at Death or Glory 2008. SJ: He is etching his name in stone here tonight Scoop, I gurantee you. JH: And his opponent... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER 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 current Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: ONCE MORE HE HAS THE PEOPLE OF BORO RIGHT BEHIND THE CHAMPION! SJ: Be careful they might steal something from his back pocket... SC: Will you stop! The match begins...Sandy checks the two combatants as they stand in their corners glaring toward one another. After both men are checked, Sandy calls for the bell and the timer that is placed in the corner of the TA-Tron starts counting down 59:59 left remaining in the match. The crowd is absolutely electric as the two men walk to the center of the ring, Sandy stands back in the corner and watches. The champion and challenger meet and are standing face to face and engage in an epic stare down. Angel is smack talking Cross while the champs just glares hard at the man who would have his title. Without warning Angel strikes Cross hard across his face with a huge slap that nearly sends him to the mat. Cross, with his hand on his cheek takes the few steps forward that he lost from the step and is right back into Angel’s face. Angel merely nods and with a smile smacks cross over his face again. The crowd are booing the place down as Angel laughs at Cross as he tells him to bring it on. Cross gets back to the center of the ring, and Angel tries for a third slap, but Cross blocks it this time and catches Angel with a hard right hook that drops the challenger. Angel springs back to his feet though and Cross is right on him. Cross irish whips Angel to the far side of the ring, and as he returns Cross falls to the mat and allows Angel to leap over him. Angel bounces off the ropes again and is met by a huge spinning wheel kick to sends Angel to the mat a second time. Cross is quickly on the challenger for his belt and locks him in a headlock with one arm and sends a barrage of punches down into his head with the other. Makel is quickly to the action and yells for Cross to open up his fists. Cross ignores him and Makel starts to count to DQ him. At the count of four Cross releases the hold and confronts Makel. Makel tells him he’s just keeping it fair and Cross turns back to Angel who already has a trickle of blood falling down his face. As Cross turns Angel absolutely levels him with a humongous clothesline to a big “ooh” from the crowd and massive crowd heat. Angel eyes Makel as the referee backs up a few steps and then starts to lay the boots into the World Champion. Angel sends boot after boot until he almost wears himself out from throwing them. Angel bends over and lifts Cross up to his feet, and then picks him up around the waist and drops him with an inverted atomic drop which he follows up with a quick ddt. Angel drops down for the cover. 1...2...Cross rolls his shoulder up just in the knick of time. Angel gives an evil eye to Makel but stays on Cross. SC: It’s still early in the match, I don’t think Angel had any hope of pinning our Champion that quickly. SJ: Hope is something losers like you, these fans, and Cross have. Angel doesn’t hope, he knows. SC: So he knew Cross would kick out there? SJ: Look! Angel is doing something awesome! The middle of the match sees...The middle of the match sees Angel continuing to run the match. After the failing pin fall attempt, Angel brings Cross to his feet again and drags him over to the corner. Angel picks Cross up in a scoop slam position, and then hangs the champion in a tree of woe much to the disdain of the crowd. Angel follows up by sending four boots into the midsection of Cross before backing off to the center of the ring. Angel throws the middle finger to the crowd, and then points it at Cross just as he charges in toward the champion and connects with a huge knee that lands right in Cross’ midsection. The champ falls from the tie up position as Angel once again taunts the crowd. Angel approaches the champ and rolls him over and places a boot on his chest. Makel counts. 1...and Cross gets his foot on the ropes. Angel then puts all of his weight on Cross’ chest with his boot and uses the ropes to hold himself steady. Makel is quick in to make the count to break it up. Makel gets to four and then instead of counting the five pulls Angel off Cross himself. Cross is left laying on the ground as Angel gets right back up to his feet and confronts Makel. Makel can only smile as he points to his striped shirt and informs Angel that if he hits him, Cross gets a point. Angel grits his teeth and clenches his fist and looks ready to explode. Makel then points behind Angel, and as Angel turns Cross comes off the top rope with a big missile drop kick that sends Angel rolling. Cross stands back up from the move and walks past Makel and the two glare toward each other. Cross reaches Angel and he is just to his feet. Cross lands a series of punches on Angel and then whips him against the ropes again. Cross takes off and hit’s the opposite ropes, and catapults off of them with a big lion-sault that catches Angel right in the chest and Cross lands right on top of him. Cross pulls the leg in for the pin and Makel makes the count. 1...2... Angel just rolls his shoulder up with an eighth of a second to go. Cross moves back to his feet as Angel gets to his hands and knees in an attempt to do the same. Cross climbs to the second rope of the turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting a big leg drop to the back of Angel’s head. He rolls him over a second time and goes for a pin again. 1...2... And Angel is up yet again just in the knick of time. Cross slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Angel to the center of the ring. Cross then moves to the corner again and stops for a moment to catch his breath, and then climbs to the top rope with his back to Angel. As soon as Cross hit’s the top rope Angel rolls up and shoves his feet out from under him, and sends Cross to a seated position hard of the top of the turnbuckles. Angel rips him backwards into a second tree of woe tie up, but doesn’t leave him there. Angel grabs hold of Cross and pulls him off, holding him in a tombstone position. Angel uses the bottom rope then to give an extra added jump and then sends Cross’ head into the mat with a jumping tombstone piledriver. Cross is left balled up in the corner as Angel once again finds himself in control and taunting the fans. SJ: Did you see that?! Angel sprung off the bottom rope and drove Cross’ head into the mat! He can’t have anything left after that. Pin him Angel! SC: I think if Angel would have gone for the pin he may have gotten one up on Cross, but as it remains he still hasn’t tried for the cover. SJ: He’s just letting these fans know that when he’s champ for the seventh time they will be put in their place once and for all. Finish...With the time dwindling quickly on the clock the two men are left without much left in their tanks. Angel finishes berating the crowd and turns back to Cross. He pulls the body of Cross to the center of the ring, and makes a lazy cover thinking he has the pin. 1...2... And Cross gets a shoulder up to the biggest pop of the night. Angel sits on his knees with a look of utter shock on his face. Angel then stands to his feet and moves over to the turnbuckle facing the ramp. He starts to untie the top pad and nearly has it undone when Makel comes over and pushes him out of the way and threatens to disqualify him. Angel then backs off with his hands in the air like he’s innocent and rolls out of the ring while Makel attempts to tie the turnbuckle pad back on. Angel then slides back into the ring, now holding the championship belt and slams the belt into the back of Makel’s head. The crowd heat is enormous as Angel holds the belt up and then turns toward Cross who is just now starting to get back to his feet. Cross is up and turns around into a big belt shot to the face. Angel then drops the belt and wraps Cross up before he can fall and positions him for the Cradle of Darkness. Angel positions Cross and then hits his finisher onto the title belt. Cross falls to the mat below now bloodied from the big finisher and Angel lays beside him taking in the fact that he knows he just won the match for himself. Angel kicks the belt out of the ring and waves to the back stage area. A referee comes running down the ramp and slides in to the ring. With five seconds left on the clock all there is time for is this one last pin. Angel lays over Cross as the referee slides in. 1... Angel is shaking his head in time with the counts. 2... The crowd is livid as the referee’s hand hits for the second time that Angel is going to steal this one. Thr…just before the referee’s hand hits for the 3 count Makel boots the referee in the head and time runs out. Makel signals for the bell. SC: What happened?! Why did Sandy Makel break up the count?! SJ: What is that idiot Makel doing?! You can’t do that to Angel! Makel holds his head as he demands a microphone. SM: Fallen Angel…you dumb son of a bitch! Did you think that I couldn’t see that huge screen in front of me as you hit me with the belt?! The official tally for this match is Fallen Angel…0, Sebastian Cross 1 via disqualification. Sebastian Cross is your winner! SC: My God! That belt shot cost Angel the entire match! SJ: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! This can’t happen!! Angel is supposed to be the champion right now!!! He outsmarted everyone! SC: Apparently he couldn’t outsmart Sandy Makel here tonight. SM: And Cross, all the bullshit about when I’m coming for you to use my Golden Ticket shot ends here tonight. I’ll see you in this ring at Ice Storm 2008! SC: Did you hear that folks?! Sandy Makel versus Sebastian Cross for the Undisputed Heavyweight Title at Ice Storm! Winner and STILL UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: Sebastian Cross h
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