DATE : Mon 1st December 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Chicago, Illinois - United Centre
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9 WHERE SEBASTIAN CROSS RETAINED THE WORLD TITLE IN CONTROVERSIAL FASHION, MAKEL LAID DOWN THE CHALLENGE FOR ICE STORM AND VIKING KING SHOCKED THE WORLD BY SAYING HE WILL HAVE THE T.F.W.F. FROM UNDER THE NOSE OF FALLEN ANGEL.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "YOU CANT BUY US KING " "JACE GRYPHON SUCKS DICK " AND "IMPEACH ANGEL ". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: Welcome one and all to Monday Mayhem...well as long as we can call it that hopefully it won't be called VWF Powershow or something equally as unappealing by the end of the week. SJ: HEY! I hope Mr. King replaces you with that Joey Stylez guy...I like the cut of his jib. You know I might just point out now I got my qualifications from Harvard when it came to announcing. SC: ... SJ: Scoop bought his off of ebay... SC: Will you stop! Look, you can already start putting one foot on the VWF bandwagon if you feel the need, but I am not. I am true, blue T.F.W.F.. Tonight folks, we as a company will deliver YOU THE FANS A SHOW...despite what Mr. Viking King thinks... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* SC: Well here comes Fa...WAIT THATS JACE GRYPHON! SJ: My VWF research tells me he has the same theme music as Fallen Angel...good choice... (JACE GRYPHON'S LOGO APPEARS ON THE T.A.T. WHITE AND GREEN PYROS EXPLODE AROUND THE STAGE AS GRYPHON WALKS OUT IN A 'KISS ME I'M IRISH' T-SHIRT. THE CROWD HEAT IS INTENSE AS HE HAS OVER HIS SHOULDER THE VWF WORLD TITLE. BEHIND HIM WALKS THE OWNER OF THE VWF THE VIKING KING. IF GRYPHON WASNT GETTING ENOUGH HEAT...VK SURELY ADDS TO IT. THEY GRAB A MICROPHONE.) VK: Right here stands the future of your company fans of the T.F.W.F.. (CROWD HEAT IS TREMENDOUS.) VK: The Viking King is not yards...not feet...not even inches away from making this place his own. So much that VK can exclusively reveal that the Board of the T.F.W.F. has announced that your PPV Ice Storm 2008...will be a joint venture with the VWF. Known as Ice Storm: The End. (THERE IS A MIXED REACTION TO THIS.) VK: So The Viking King wants the fans of the T.F.W.F. to realize they don't have to change the channel when Crucifxtion comes on...because soon this will be one ship all sailing...in the same direction. (GRYPHON GRABS THE MICROPHONE.) JG: And as for Sebastian Cross...he can shove his Undisputed World title up his ass. The legacy of that title means nothing now...cause standing here in the ring is the World Champion...Jace Gryphon!!! *'EVERLONG' - FOO FIGHTERS PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. THE WORDS 'VWF LEGEND' SCROLL ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS THE RICK COMES ONTO THE STAGE. HE SLAPS HANDS WITH A FEW OF THE T.F.W.F. FANS AND MAKES HIS WAY INTO THE RING. GRYPHON CERTAINLY ISN'T HAPPY TO SEE HIM AT ALL. RICK GRABS A MICROPHONE.) TR: First off, I want to apologize here tonight to you fans...having to listen to the bullshit of these two.. (THE CROWD DO GIVE THIS A POP.) TR: You know King, I have been in the VWF along time, I have paid my dues, but one thing I have always done is respect the competition. Respect the competition in the VWF...and respect the competition of rival promotions like the T.F.W.F.. Right now though I am almost ashamed to be seeing this... (CROWD POP.) JG: Ashamed...your looking at the future right here Rick. When I won the VWF title I said I was going to change the way wrestling was...and The Elite has done that...in fact your not giving me much of a reason right now not to show these fans of the T.F.W.F. what a pussy you are when I make you beg for mercy in this ring... (THE RICK STEPS FORWARD.) TR: You know these fans would probably love to see right now...Sebastian Cross come out here and beat the holy living hell out of you... (CROWD POP AND 'CROSS' CHANTS ECHO THROUGH THE ARENA.) TR: But this has been my fight since day one...my fight to shove the Elite and everything you stand for Gryphon right up your ass! (CROWD POP.) TR: You say theres a PPV coming up... (VIKING KING NODS LIKE HE CAN SMELL THE MONEY ALREADY.) TR: Well Jace...how bout you stop this... (RICK MAKES A YAPPING MOVEMENT WITH HIS HAND.) TR: ...and put that gold on the line at the PPV. (CROWD ACTUALLY DO POP FOR THIS. GRYPON DOESN'T LOOK OVERLY IMPRESSED.) JG: Whats it in for me... (THE RICK STARES AT HIM NOT FLINCHING...) TR: My career... (THE CROWD POP. GRYPHON SMILES AND NODS.) JG: Consider it done...consider it... *'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 HE IS WEARING A 'TCK' T-SHIRT AND HAS A MICROPHONE IN HAND. HE WALKS TO THE RING. THE HEEL HEAT CEASES SOMEWHAT AS HE GETS INTO THE RING AND LOOKS BETWEEN THE THREE PEOPLE. THE RICK SMILES A LITTLE AND HOLDS HIS HANDS UP. HIS JOB IS DONE AND HE WALKS UP THE BACK AS HE MAKES A BELT SIGN AROUND HIS WAIST LOOKING AT GRYPHON. ANGEL SETTLES HIS GAZE ON VK AND GRYPHON.) FA: Let me say this...GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY RING! (THE CROWD POP LIKE MAD AS ANGEL STARES A HOLE RIGHT IN THE FACE OF GRYPHON. GRYPHON LOOKS TO VK, BUT DOESN'T MOVE AN INCH.) FA: I am sorry...did I stutter...I said get the fuck out of my ring RIGHT NOW! (ANOTHER CROWD POP. GRYPHON LOOKS ONCE MORE TO THE VIKING KING. KING SENSING ANGEL MIGHT WELL SEE IF HE CAN MAKE THEM LEAVE THE RING INTERFERS.) VK: Settle down...VK is sure we can talk about this amicably. FA: Well 'Fallen Angel' is sure, he is about three seconds away from grabbing that tin pot Championship and shoving it down the throat of that oversized Leprachaun right there. (CROWD POP. GRYPHON STEPS FORWARD READY TO FIGHT WHEN VK RESTRAINS HIM WITH A HAND TO THE CHEST.) VK: Look...your a smart man. The Viking King can see being here has given you the impression that he is shitting all over your doorstep... (ANGEL BACKS DOWN A LITTLE INTERESTED IN WHAT VK HAS TO SAY.) VK: But business is business Fallen Angel...if and when The King decides this is worth acquring he just wants you to know...we at the VWF could use you... (THE CROWD BOO AS ANGEL SEEMS TO BE CONSIDERING IT.) FA: You know Viking King...for the last few months after Ian Monks was told to go home. I have been having to flip flop between the owner of this place...and the wrestler you know so well. But it seems the suits and ties of the T.F.W.F. in their houses in Rhode Island and the countrysides of Berkshire, England will be making the decision about the future of this place, so if you think you need a wrestler like Fallen Angel...then thats cool... (THE CROWD BOO.) FA: But Fallen Angel thinks you need something else as well... (WITH THAT HE PUNCHES VIKING KING TO THE MAT. THE CROWD GO CRAZY AS GRYPHON TRIES TO PULL ANGEL OFF, BUT ANGEL IS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED. HE LEAPS OFF OF VK WHOM IS OUT AND STARTS TRADING PUNCHES WITH JACE GRYPHON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!) SC: ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE! ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE ON THE OPENING OF MAYHEM! Rage and Johnny Agression from the Elite coming running down to the ring and are met by Project Nova as the four men begin brawling back and forth down the ramp the crowd are on their feet cheering as all of a sudden Kirsta Lewis emerges with a microphone. KL: STOP!!!!!!!!! SC: Kirsta Lewis is here...and Snoop she has double the interest here tonight. Member of both TCK and The Elite... SJ: Also has great tits... SC: Be serious for a second. Lewis moves towards the ring and gets in she stands between Fallen Angel and Jace Gryphon. KL: Standing here right now are the two most powerful men in wrestling as far as I am concerned... JG: Well you got to make a choice before I kick his ass! Kirsta eyes Jace for a second and snarls at him... KL: And I ain't making a fucking choice... Angel smiles at Jace if he was 20 years younger he might even have stuck his tongue out. She spins on him. KL: You war isn't with one another..the war is between those who oppose what you stand for. I am a member of TCK because WE RUN THE T.F.W.F.. I am a member of the THE ELITE because WE RUN THE VWF. Whatever happens...whether they merge or not...I am going to be on the winning side you get me? Jace rubs his chin for a second and nods. She kisses his cheek. KL: Angel, you have known that Jace is my fiance...don't make this hard for me. A person who has helped you dominate this place from day one... Angel looks at Kirsta and nods. FA: For you...yes... She looks at Jace. KL: And you got to what I have been doing in this place from day one honey. With this man and the Novas with me...ENDING CAREERS...I WANT YOU TO END...THE RICK. Jace looks at Angel again. His eyes furrowed at him. He turns to Kirsta and gives her a squeeze and he also nods. Fallen Angel is about to leave the ring when all of a sudden. DBR Scott Carr leaps over the railings!!! SC: THATS DBR SCOTT CARR!!!! Carr grabs Fallen Angel and nails him the 'Carr Bomb'. The T.F.W.F. owner lies motionless. Gryphon looks pissed off. Kirsta is about ready to kick Scott Carr's ass. He grabs a microphone. DBR: I DONT FUCKING REMEMBER THEIR BEING RULES OF A CEASE FIRE IN A FUCKING WAR... KL: You fucking asshole... DBR: Suck me off bitch... Jace is about to go get himself a bit of Scott Carr when Carr holds his hands up. DBR: I didn't come here to have some fucking bit of skirt with her values torn tell me what to do. I came here to prove that Da Big Rig is running the show...when we take over this place. I want all the T.F.W.F. Boys in the back to be lineing up to wipe the shit off of my boots. You get me? Carr stands over Fallen Angel DBR: And that especially means you... *'SUFFA' - HED PLAYS OUT.* EMTs go to get the bodies of Viking King and Fallen Angel. The crowd are booing and throwing garbadge as DBR walks up the ramp. The Novas, Rage and Agression are actually looking on shocked. Lewis breaks her hold from Gryphon to check on Fallen Angel as Jace just stands there maybe wondering what he needs to do next. SC: What scenes we have seen here tonight...Ice Storm: The End...a joint PPV between the T.F.W.F. and VWF...I would have never thought it and where do all these alliances lie Snoop? Where do they lie? SJ: Hopefully not in a bed with a soft mattrress... SC: Huh? SJ: Nevermind... SC: Ok...well with the startling announcement at Autumn Annihilation 9 of Sebastian Cross vs Sandy Makel...the announcement of The Rick putting his career on the line against Jace Gryphon...both matches seeing the federations respective World titles on the line...its going to be mega. Lets take a look at the ICE STORM: THE END run down... [HYPE VIDEO: DETAILS OF THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN EVENT SCHEDULED FOR DECEMBER 30TH ARE SHOWN WITH THIS DOUBLE MAIN EVENT ANNOUNCED IN FURTHER DETAIL.] (RINGSIDE.) SC: Welcome back folks...I am still in shock...Snoop are you ok? SJ: Do you think Viking King wants me to wear blue or red blazers? SC: WILL YOU STOP! SJ: Hey...I want to be colour co-ordinated! SC: (ignoring him) Well the VWF invasion started a little early for Barney Green who makes his debut tonight alongside Foley Anderson the cat... SJ: As his partner? SC: With the way Green thinks...possibly. However, Seth Black is here to teach him a lesson the P.O.W. way... Barney Green vs Seth Black (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 225 pounds...Seth Black!!! SC: Seth Black is not happy at the moment fully blaming Barney for his loss at the PPV where he and Legion didn't help the cause of P.O.W.. SJ: I'd be pissed too if a fat three hundred pound retard with a stinky pussy ruined my life...wait...is this marriage counselling again? JH: And his opponent... *'ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS' - CAB PLAYS* (CROWD POP. FOLEY ANDERSON RUNS ONTO THE STAGE WITH BARNEY CHASING AFTER HIM WITH A CAN OF BEER IN HIS HAND. HE CHUGS IT AND STUMBLES TO THE RING CHUGGING BEERS WITH MOST PEOPLE ON THE FRONT ROW IN TYPICAL BARNEY GREEN FASHION.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompained by Foley Anderson...from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 320 pounds...Barney Green!!! SC: The reigning Hardcore Champion of the VWF makes his debut in a T.F.W.F. ring tonight. Snoop any thoughts... SJ: Someone call pest control...that cat looks like its a stray... FINISH...Seth Black looks at Barney's cat, picks it up and boots it into the stands. Barney cries and lays on the mat. Seth slides out of the ring and grabs the ring bell and shoves it up Barney's fat ass as he pins him for the three. Winner, via pinfall: Seth Black Match Time: 0m21s Match Rating: 2 Stars (all for Seth) SC: My God this is horrible, Barney Green has been sodomized by our own ringbell. SJ: Reminds me of a porno I saw... SC: Huh? SJ: 'Ugly Fat 17 year old nerds get raped by a ring bells' SC: Really? SJ: Yeah picked it up by accident...didnt have a clue what it was about... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE VIKING KING ON THE PHONE.) VK: Yeah...the Viking King understands... (HE HANGS UP. MAHONEY MCMILLIAN APPROACHES.) MM: Whats the deal sir? VK: Seems the King's qualfying offer wasn't accepted...Mervin. MM: Mahoney... VK: Whatever...anyways, our trip seems rather wasted. MM: But what about Scott Carr's attack on Fallen Angel? Your World Champion Jace whatever he is called facing The Rick? VK: VWF made a statement tonight...and we stand by that... (THE VIKING KING WALKS OFF LEAVING MAHONEY WONDERING WHO HAS UPPED THE ANTI TONIGHT???) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SHOW SETH BLACK STANDING SMILING POST HIS MATCH WITH BARNEY GREEN. LEGION WALKS IN.) SB: And here is the other pea in the pod...did you see that ring bell I shoved up the ass of your fat friend? L: We thought it was rather...well...dingy. SB: Dingy...wait what the fuck do you mean we? (LEGION LOOKS AT BLACK PERPLEXED AS MAYBE SETH DOESN'T UNDERSTAND LEGION.) L: Ummm it indicates more than one... SB: But there is only one of you! L: Hahahahaha... (BLACK IS REALLY PERPLEXED NOW. ALL OF A SUDDEN NESS WALKS INTO VIEW.) N: You haven't kicked this jokers ass already? SB: I was about too...then he started going on about 'we' N: Huh? SB: Exactly...anyway I am sick of this bullshit Legion. (BEFORE LEGION CAN ANSWER NEXT, APB WALKS INTO VIEW, HE GETS A MAJOR CROWD POP.) APB: You got some problem Legion... L: Yes we do... APB: I see... (BLACK AND NESS LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE APB DOESN'T QUESTION THE 'WE'.) APB: So why are you two assholes, giving him a hard time? SB: HE'S FRIENDS WITH A GUY WHO HAS A FUCKING CAT... APB: Which you punted into row Z... N: Listen here old man Bartsch...we don't have to justify ourselves. We are P.O.W.. APB: Well unless you didn't hear...TFWF is having a PPV coming up and maybe we can settle this score once and for all. N: You do realize...we are going to kick your ass. (FROM OUT OF THE CORNER WALKS IN JAMES MATTHEWS.) JM: Make that another person... (NESS AND SETH BLACK LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER MAYBE THE OPTIONS ARE AGAINST THEM.) SB: Fuck this...we can kick all three of your asses...in fact we are so good. The next person who walks through the door...will be on our team. N: Hang on a minute Seth... SB: No, this bullshit ends now... (ALL OF A SUDDEN IAN CREDIBLE WALKS INTO VIEW. HE LOOKS CONFUSED.) IC: Has anyone seen the bus to the VWF arena? JM: That settles it then... SB: NO! WAIT! (LEGION, BARTSCH AND MATTHEWS WALK OFF. CREDIBLE LOOKS AT BLACK AND NESS WHOM DONT SEEM PLEASED.) IC: Yeah I farted out there...didnt think it carried through... (BLACK AND NESS WALKS OFF. CREDIBLE STANDS THERE LOOKING CONFUSED.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: SO VWF aren't going to buy T.F.W.F....what the hell is going on Snoop. SJ: I don't know...but to be honest...I am so glad I wasn't creeping on Viking King's ass like you! SC: What? APB vs Ness vs Brandon Watkins (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (CROWD POP . THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. AND MAKES HISWAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: A 6 man tag booked for Ice Storm 2008...including this man who wasn't going to allow Legion to meet the same fate as Barney 'Bell' Green. SJ: Who? JH: And his opponent... *'TERRA IN BLACK' - ALISEAN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF NESS DESTROYING HIS OPPONENTS WITH WRECKLESS INTENT IS SHOWN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing 240 pounds...Ness!!! SC: I don't think the whole idea with Ness and Black's bullying tactics worked out... SJ: Wait a minute...was that Ian Credible!!!! JH: And his opponent... *'GHOST OF YOU' - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. WATKINS WALKS OUT FROM THE BACK THROUGH A SHOWER OF SILVER SPARKS FALLING DOWN FROM THE TA-TRON. HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HOLDING HIS FIST IN THE AIR AND NODDING HIS HEAD AT THE FANS NEARBY. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND CLIMBS TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE, HE RAISES HIS FIST HIGH IN THE AIR AGAIN FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Phoenix, Arizona...weighing 235 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Brandon Watkins!!! SC: Look at the face of Brandon Watkins he is excited a man who has fought it all to become the Tag Team Champions with Georgie Nickles. SJ: A chick and and face books top friend as our Tag Team Champions...what is the world coming too... FINISH...A great little match as Watkins uses his aerial skills with Ness and APB dukeing it out on the mat. APB has both of them in early trouble, but the Ness uses his stamnia to fight his way back into the match. Watkins misses a high flying missile drop kick and a near fall by Ness on APB almost gets the win. Watkins then fires himself onto the top rope and nails a double top rope lariat. He ducks a Ness right hand and hits a front facing drop kick. He then scores a crucifix pin on APB to get the three count. Winner, via pinfall: Brandon Watkins Match Time: 13m29s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match Watkins holds his Tag Team title in the air when all of a sudden the Novas come flying from the ringside area. SC: The Novas are back! Manny picks up a chair and nails Brandon off the top rope. He falls down. Jayden Knight picks him up and then slams him onto the table. The Novas mount opposite turnbuckles and hit a double stomp onto Watkins through the Spanish announce table!!! The crowd cannot believe it. Georgie Nickles comes rushing down. Jayden affords holding up the Tag title of Watkins before he and Manny make their way back through the crowd. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL TENDING TO HIS CUTS FROM SCOTT CARR EARLIER TONIGHT. INSTEAD OF TAKING MEDICATION FOR HIS STITCHES HE IS DRINKING FROM A BOTTLE OF FINE SCOTCH NEVER WINCING. KIRSTA STANDS BY HIS SIDE.) FA: So Gryphon is gone is he... KL: Yeah he got the news and took our limo back to the airport...but it still doesn't solve the issue of who bought T.F.W.F.? FA: Whether Monks came back into the picture I don't know...if he has that means we could have problems. KL: Look, I think its best we get our matches for booked for the PPV in the bag. You know? FA: Hand me that booklet there...I will sign these off. (ANGEL IS PASSED THE BOOKLET BY KIRSTA.) FA: Sign off The Novas vs. Watkins and Nickles...Manny and Jayden were going to make their point earlier. KL: Yeah...I am sure Brandon won't be able to hold that title let alone his arm up soon. (ANGEL SNICKERS.) FA: And you? Scorpio and Exile? triple threat match... KL: Just want to tie them in...I mean if we got to make sure I get that shot, I wanna make damn sure tonight. Get me? FA: I got you Hellcat... (A GOPHER RUNS IN.) FA: Here kid, run these over to the fax machine...send them off. KL: What about you? FA: Well I might... (ANGEL NOTICES THE KID LOOKING AT HIM WITH AN OPEN MOUTH AND ALMOST SHAKING.) FA: Yeah she has a fine pair of tits...stop staring. (KIRSTA SHOOTS ANGEL A LOOK.) GOP: It's not that sir...I mean...its this... (ANGEL SNATCHES THE NOTE FROM THE GOPHER.) KL: Whats it say? (ANGEL DOESNT LOOK IMPRESSED. HE PICKS UP THE SCOTH BOTTLE AND SLAMS IT OVER THE HEAD OF THE KID BRINGING THE MESSAGE.) KL: Jesus Christ Angel...whats going on! FA: This has got to be a joke... (SHE GRABS THE NOTE.) KL: The new CEO of the T.F.W.F. has booked you against a mystery opponent for the PPV...what the fuck. FA: This is bullshit! (ANGEL STORMS OFF. KIRSTA EVER THE OPPORTUNIST PICKS UP THE DOCUMENTS CONCERNING HER OWN MATCH AND THE NOVAS. SHE LOOKS AT THE DOCTOR.) KL: Hey dick rag...wheres the fax machine... (ACTION CHANGES TO AARON ROBERTS STANDING IN THE BACK ADMIRING HIS OWN REFLECTION. WHEN IAN CREDIBLE STILL LOOKING FOR HIS WAY OUT WALKS PAST. THEIR EYES LOCK.) IC: (sneering) Cobra... AR: (sneering) I-Cred... (THE TWO MINCE ACROSS THE BACKSTAGE AREA LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF WEST SIDE STORY.) IC: So your 'Pasties of Power' song...did that ever get released... AR: Number 59 in the charts with a bullet... IC: More like a sling shot...A ha A ha... AR: Speaking of which...isn't 'Laying Tracks for 6 days' laying at the bottom of a 6 for 2 pound bin.... IC: You son of a walrus! AR: GIRAFEE FEATURES! (THE TWO BEGIN SLAPPING ONE ANOTHER LIKE GIRLS. WHEN PEDRO AND DANNY WALK IN.) DO: MR. CREDIBLE! P: SIGNOIR. COBRA!!!! DO: Hi I am Danny Orchard... (HE EXTENDS A HAND TO PEDRO. PEDRO PAUSES FOR A MOMENT...) P: Ummm...how you say...shut the fuck up Danny... (DANNY LIKE AN ENRAGED ELF BEGINS DOING BATTLE WITH PEDRO AS THE WORST FIGHT IN THE WORLD COMMENCES. ALL OF A SUDDEN KENT CLARK WALKS INTO VIEW. HE IS MUNCHING A BAG OF DORITOS. AND WATCHES ON EVENTUALLY THE FOUR STOP.) AR: What the hell do you want! IC: Apart from a new face! (CREDIBLE AND ROBERTS LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AND NOD IN APPROVAL OF THEIR DOUBLE TEAM INSULT.) KC: I just came to say, after the close call in the last match at AA9, I got my rematch Cobra...with you. (IAN CREDIBLE JUMPS IN FRONT OF AARON.) IC: HA! IN YOUR FACE! (KENT CLARK LOOKS AT DANNY ORCHARD.) KC: He does know he is teaming with Ness and Black to face Matthews, Legion and Bartsch doesn't he? DO: It's best not to disturb him before he has read up on all the websites telling him Pennywise the Clown isn't real. The shock could do permanent damage. (CLARK NODS AND EATS ANOTHER DORITO.) AR: Well thats fine Clark cause I am going to play you like a nerd plays the X Box... KC: I like the X Box... (CREDIBLE WHISPERS IN ROBERTS EAR.) IC: He is rich in Chinese proverbs I think... AR: Shut up... KC: Look...I just came in here to say good luck...you'll need it. (KENT CLARK TURNS AROUND LAST MINUTE.) KC: And Ness and Black are looking forward to teaming with you... DO: Shhhhhhhh! (IAN CREDIBLE LOOKS AT PEDRO.) IC: I think he was talking to you... (RINGSIDE.) SC: So it seems all is still not well in TCK and the mystery CEO is already playing with Fallen Angel's mind... SJ: I wonder what colour scheme he likes... SC: Will you stop!!! TITLE - Hardcore Georgie Nickles (c) vs Randall Dylan (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. GEORGIE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE TO HER MUSIC AND PYROS LOOKING VERY FOCUSED INDEED.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 137 pounds…she is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion and one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Georgie Nickles!!! SC: Double gold for the rousing rebel Snoop...what a PPV for her. SJ: I like her tits. SC: Pervert... JH: And her 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: Big Dylan couldnt get it done at the PPV, but tonight this is his type of match Snoop. SJ: Georgie Nickles is going to get Dylanized! FINISH...Dylan comes at Georgie with a full throttle to start the match pounding away like a man possessed he has her in trouble as he slams her onto a trash can over and over, but she wont give in. Frustrated he uses a variety of weapons on her, but the Rebel Rouser wont take no crap and fights back. She has Dylan on the ropes when the sicko tries to remove her top!!! All of a sudden Jonnah Street emerges from the back seeing enough he plants Dylan with a 'Streets Apart' Georgie recovers and hits a moonsault onto Dylan to get the three. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Georgie Nickles Match Time: 13m40s Match Rating: 4 Stars After the match, Jonnah offers Nickles a nod of respect as she does back. She holds the title up in the air. (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks, just before the break we saw Jonnah Street sick to the back teeth of Dylan's stalker tactics tackle him costing him the match with Georgie Nickles. SJ: I like to call him the all time boob flasher preventer... TITLE - Light-Heavyweight Exile (c) vs Scorpio (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'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: Exile fresh off a major defence at the PPV now knows he will face Scorpio and Lewis at Ice Storm...confirmed earlier tonight by the Hell Cat. SJ: So basically both these men whatever happens get another bite at the cherry... 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: Here comes the Champ and Scorpio in that ring knowing he might well be challenging or defending at IS08'. SJ: So can the S-Factor take out Daddy dearest...I think so! SC: ...that was terrible... FINISH...A great advert from both as they put on a real clinic, Exile has Scorps early on, but Scorps has one of his best showings in TFWF pushing the Champion to the limit. The momentum swings when Kirsta Lewis appears and saunters down to the ring. She grabs a chair and looks to deliver it to Exile, but he recerses the irish whip on Scorps and he goes flying in. Exile then flashes her with a drop kick sending her off the apron as he rebounds off the ropes with a rolling thunder and hooks the leg to retain the gold. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavvyweght Champion: Exile Match Time: 12m49s Match Rating: 4 Stars After the match Exile grabs the belt and celebrates, but Lewis gets up and nails him with a 'HBE' to the back of the head leaving him out cold in the middle of the ring. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO A LIMO PULLING UP. SANDY MAKEL GETS OUT OF THE LIMO AS THE CROWD IN THE ARENA BOO. MAHONEY RUSHES UP TO HIM.) MM: Sandy with the announcement of a new CEO appointed tonight not the Viking King...is your match with Sebastian Cross in jeporady? SM: (scoffs) Mahoney...one sure thing is I am The Golden Ticket owner...whatever Sandy Makel wants he gets...and I got Cross at this PPV. Tonight, I am just going to watch my bet from ringside. MM: Ringside? SM: To quote Fallen Angel earlier...did I stutter? (MAKEL WALKS OFF LEAVING MAHONEY SPEECHLESS.) (ACTION CHANGES TO DORIAN WONG SITTING IN A BOILER ROOM IN ONE HAND HE HOLDS A CANE WHICH HE IS TWIRLING AND IN THE OTHER HE PUTS HIS LETTER OPENEER IN HIS POCKET. THE DOOR OPENS AND THERE STANDS MIKE MITCHELL THE CROWD GO CRAZY.) DW: Ahh Mr. Mitchell...welcome... MM: Let's cut the plesantries...why did you want to see me. DW: You know Michael...I am what they call the eccentric one of the T.F.W.F.. I pride myself on delivering a show...much like yourself. MM: Yeah our versions of a show are very different from each othe... (THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN AND IN COMES IZIAH HUNTER ANOTHER POP FROM THE CROWD.) IH: You wanted to see...what the hell are you doing here? MM: I was about to ask you the same question... (DORIAN SMILES A WICKED SMILE ON TOP OF ONE OF THE MASSIVE BOILER ROOM PIPES.) DW: Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls of all ages... (ONCE MORE THE DOOR OPENS AND IN COMES AND IN WALKS TORCH. HE REMOVES A CIGARETTE FROM HIS POCKET SEES HUNTER AND MITCHELL AND DROPS IT.) T: What the fuck is going on here Wong... (TORCH REMOVES A PURPLE AND WHITE FRAYED INVITATION FROM HIS POCKET.) T: You said if I wanted a shot at your belt...to meet you here tonight. DW: I PROMISE YOU ALL THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!!!! BETTER THAN THE TRAPEEZE ARTISTS OF RUSSIA...MORE INTRIGUING THAN THE FINNISH SWORD SWALLOWER...ROLL UP ROLL UP... (SEEING DORIAN IS AT HIS LOOPY BEST, TORCH IS ABOUT TO LEAVE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR AND THERE STANDS PHENOM. HE LOOKS AROUND AT WONG WHO WINKS IT AT HIM LIKE A LEERING WHORE.) MM: Is this some sort of game Wong? DW: Oh Michael...the entire thing is a game...life is a game...like snakes and ladders sometimes you slip down the slithery slope and sometimes you climb just high enough to move on...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN CAN YOU PLEASE FOCUS YOUR GAZE ON THE CENTRE RING! P: I will focus my fist in your face you fucking freak, now what is this bullshit. (AS PHENOM FINISHES, JAMES ONLEE WALKS IN THE DOOR.) IH: The fuck... (ONLEE NODS HIS HEAD IN APPROVAL.) JO: A room of sins needed cleansing... (ONLEE MARCHES OVER TO WONG AND PULLS HIM OFF THE PIPE. HE SLAMS HIM UP AGAINST THE WALL. WONG SMILES AND STARTS WHOOPING LIKE A LOON.) DW: Tell me James...does it feel good...does it feel like the anger is coursing through your veins...I hold the scars from our match... (TORCH PULLS ONLEE OFF OF WONG.) T: You keep that shit up he will never talk... JO: Don't ever fucking touch me... (WONG HOPS BACK ONTO HIS PIPE AND BEGINS TWIRLING THE CANE AGAIN.) DW: Have yourself a bag of peants...and see God's creation take on the incredible smoking man...for only two tickets...thats right two tickets... MM: I have had enough of this crap... (MITCHELL GOES TO LEAVE WHEN THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN AND JOSE RAMON IS STANDING THERE. HE SURVEYS THE FACES INSIDE.) JR: Wrong door...excuse me... (HE GOES TO LEAVE WHEN PHENOM PLACES A MEATY HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AND DRAGS HIM IN.) JR: Take your hands off of me! I'll sue! (PHENOM SLAPS HIM IN THE FACE AND KNOCKS HIM DOWN.) P: So sue me... (DORIAN WHOOPS AND WAILS ON THE PIPE AGAIN SMILING LIKE A GIDDY KID.) DW: Just one more act...thats all we need... IH: Bullshit, no more, you either tell us whats going on or I can gurantee we will collectively kick your ass. DW: Fair point Mr. Hunter...Jill a drum roll if you please... (JACK AND JILL CARTWHEEL OUT FROM BEHIND THE DARKNESS. JILL BEGINS POUDING A PIPE FOR A DRUMMING EFFECT AS JACK PRESENTS HIS FATHER WITH THE IC TITLE.) DW: Isn't she beautiful gentlemen...this belt...the pride of the T.F.W.F. take a look... (HE HOLDS IT ABOVE HIS HEAD LIKE SIMBA OUT OF THE LION KING. THE OTHER LOOK ON SLIGHTLY WEIRDLY.) DW: And all of you would love to have this themselves...correct? (SOME OF THEM ACTUALLY NOD.) DW: Then kill each other... (WONG SMILES SICKLY.) (THERE IS A MOMENT PAUSE. SOME EVEN GO TO LEAVE WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN. ONLEE PROBABLY THE OTHER VERSION OF INSANE IN THE ROOM REACHES DOWN AND GRABS A PIPE ON THE FLOOR AND LEVELS TORCH IN THE HEAD WITH IT!) T: Arggghhhh! (ONLEE LEAPS ONTO TORCH AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN MAYHEM FILLS THE ROOM WITH WONG SCREAMING CIRCUS PHRASES ABOVE THEM ITS LUNACY. AS HE DANCES AROUND ON THERE AS THEY BEGIN TO BATTLE THE HOLY HELL OUT OF ONE ANOTHER. WONG HOPS DOWN. AND MAKES FOR THE EXIT. HE OPENS THE DOOR AND CLOSES IT BEHIND IN THE HALLWAY. LETTING OUT AN ALMOST ORGASMIC SIGH. ALL OF A SUDDEN EATON GORE TURNS UP RUNNING LATE.) EG: You wanted to see me... DW: Oh never mind...it was to do with the multi man Circus Playground match I was organizing for the PPV...your in... EG: Just like that? No catch...for the IC title... DW: No catch at all... EG: Ummm so who else is in it... DW: Details aren't important Mr. Gore...theres a sign up sheet in the room behind me. EG: Sign up sheet? Thats a little bizzare... (GORE LOOKS AT WONG ONCE MORE.) EG: On second thoughts... (GORE OPENS THE DOOR A LITTLE AND WONG PUSHES HIM IN AND CLOSES IT BEHIND.) DW: Enjoy the party Mr. Gore... (HE WALKS AWAY HUMMING A CIRCUS TUNE.) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO JONNAH STREET STANDING WITH MAHONEY.) MM: Jonnah we saw you earlier tonight cost Randall Dylan the Hardcore title match...what were you thinking? JS: That the world didnt need to see Georgie Nickles tits...next question. MM: Well I am sure... JS: Look, the women is the Hardcore Champion and while I would probably enjoy having her ride me like a cowgirl rides a horse bareback...I think maybe sniffing her panties without her there is crossing the line...so I put Randall Dylan firmly back over the line. MM: And where does this lead? JS: It leads to this at Ice Storm 2008, I will put this belt on the line against Randall...just to show him...that if he wants to think about crossing over the line again...he will have to cross the Street... MM: Nice... JS: Yeah, I was going to say something about fucking your wife, but it didnt seem as catchy. (JONNAH WALKS OFF BEFORE MAC WHOM IS GOBSMACKED CAN EVEN REPLY.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Once more Dorian Wong playing the mind games Snoop...a Circus Playground we havent see one of them for years in the T.F.W.F.. Two cages on top of one another...half the combatents in one...stacked with weapons and half the combtents in the other stacked with weapons. With Wong, Mitchell, Onlee, Gore, Ramon, Hunter, Torch and Phenom...my oh my... SJ: Wait...so there isn't going to be a Finnish Sword Swallower... SC: Its first pin that wins...but I think Mr. Wong might have bitten off more than he can chew. SJ: Yeah thats obvious he just got 7 guys beating the holy hell of shit out of one another while he went off whistling...he's totally out of this game Scoop...obviously. SC: I stand corrected...apparently. Eaton Gore/Torch/Legion vs Jose Ramon/Phenom/Aaron Roberts (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *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...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! SC: Aaron Roberts ran into Ian Credible earlier...but now he knows he faces Kent Clark at the PPV. SJ: That was like Bob Dylan and Elvis fighting it was awesome... JH: And his partner... *’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: Look at the blood pouring out of that gouge on Phenom's head...Jesus Hell. SJ: I wonder how that happened... SC: Idiot... JH: And his partner... *'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: Did Ramon just spit a tooth out as he came out there...and he has a shiner on his face too... SJ: I think it was gum...and that might be makeup. You know Jose is far too beautiful for the camera he has to makeup down his sex appeal. JH: And their opponents... *’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: Torch was the first to get smashed with that lead pipe to the lead by James Onlee. SJ: I was kind of hoping that wouldnt stop to be honest... JH: And his partner... *'EMER-GENT-CY - GREENERY PLAYS* (SMALL POP. MISTY LEADS LEGION WHO WALKS WITH AUTHORITY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Misty Evans...from parts unknown...weighing 240 pounds...Legion!!! SC: High confidence in the air from Legion here foilks...after he saw some aid coming from Matthews and Bartsch. SJ: I still don't get "we" JH: And his partner... *‘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…Eaton Gore!!! SC: Gore was about five seconds too eary to avoid the Mayhem of that boiler room. SJ: He was probably still looking for a sign up sheet when he got in there. FINISH...An absolute barn burner of a match. Not so friendly tags all around as Gore, Legion and Torch control some of the early going. Roberts mid match decides to go for a brief sing at ringside. Which sees Nom smack him around the head. The turning point of the match comes when Torch and Legion botch a move and Gore then spears Torch to the outside. Phenom and Roberts are arguing and Jose Ramon springs a hurricanrana onto Legion to get the win... Winner, via pinfall: Jose Ramon, Phenom and Aaron Roberts Match Time: 13m22s Match Rating: 4 Stars After the match Ramon celebrates only for Phenom to powerbomb in the middle of the ring. (T.F.W.F. GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) Mike Mitchell vs James Onlee (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’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: We are back folks and two more men entering Wong's specified match...and no strangers either Snoop. SJ: I was hoping they might exchange Christmas cards... 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: Mike Mitchell seems intent on winning that IC title...and he will have another shot just like Onlee at Ice Storm. SJ: Onlee is going to make sure Mike doesn't get there... FINISH...Classic Onlee and Mitchell as they battle back and forth no man getting a clear advanatge in the situation. Mitchell is on the ropes mid match as Onlee battles him down with submission holds as it wears on Mike uses his expert countering arsenal to even surprise Onlee. As the match draws to its close, Onlee botches a reverse chicken wing allowing Mitchell some momentum. Dorian Wong appears and drops his famed letter opener in front of Mitchell daring him to use it, Mitchell kicks it to oneside and then walks right into a 'Deliverance' before Mitchell passes out. Winner, via submission: James Onlee Macth Time: 18m34s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars [HYPE VIDEO: FINAL ICE STORM 2008 CARD IS ANNOUNCED.] Sebastian Cross/Iziah Hunter vs Fallen Angel/Dorian Wong (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... Sandy Makel emerges from the back to massive heat and no music. To take up a commentary position. *’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: The puppet master of pain had his way earlier tonight Snoop. SJ: Shut up and let Sandy talk... SM: Thanks Snoop...how you work with this asshole is beyond me. SJ: I mostly ignore him... JH: And his partner... *'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: Maybe a worried look on the face of one Fallen Angel? SJ: Sandy do you want to field this one? SM: OIf course he is worried...he knows he is old news and the next Champion is sitting next to Snoop. SJ: Ha! Scoop will never be Champion! SM: Scoop how the hell do you put up with this guy. JH: And their opponents... *’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 the champ is here and he is staring a hole right through you Sandy Makel! SJ: Kick his ass Sandy... JH: And his partner... *'CHORUS OF ANGELS' - HASTE THE DAYS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. VARIOUS SERVICE AND ARMY BASED VIGS ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS IZIAH SAT IN A SEAT IN A TANK TOP RUNNING HIS DOG TAGS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS LOOKING INTENSLY AT THE CAMERA. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS PYROS GO OFF AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing 230 pounds…Iziah 'The Judge' Hunter!!! SC: The return of Iziah Hunter tonight on Mayhem what a welcome back. SJ: Stupid fans...the man failed a drugs test! Who they going to cheer next Rodney King! FINISH...Now this is what we call a Main Event. Both teams with hot tags keep the action fresh and in your face. Cross has the measure of Angel early, who then finds Wong provides relief from this. Hunter then finds himself on the receiving end of some punishment mid match, but is able to make the hot tag to Cross who clears house. Cross has Angel right where he wants him when Sandy Makel jumps the ring and levels Angel with a shot causing the DQ win. Winner, via DQ: Dorian Wong and Fallen Angel Match Time: 15m33s Match Rating: 5 Stars Makel then turns his attention to Cross, but Cross fights back as Wong and Hunter brawl on the outside. Cross is about to trap Makel in a submission hold when Angel arises and levels Cross and goes for Makel himself. He is about the nail the famed 'Cradle of Darkness' when all of a sudden... SC: OH MY GOD ITS THE MANAGEMENT!!!! SJ: I NEEDED A REDSUIT!!!! The Management to an earth shattering pop walks onto the stage and Fallen Angel is transfixed with what he sees... SC: Its the new CEO of the T.F.W.F.! HOLY HELL...Wait...whos that from the crowd... a masked individual hits the ring and levels Fallen Angel with a powerbomb. He looks to the Management who tells him to demask and its none other than JC McDonald!!!!!! SC: HOLY HELL ON A STICK! THE MOULD IS BACK! THE MOULD IS BAAAACCCCCK!!!! (END SHOW.)