DATE : Mon 3rd November 2008
Monday Mayhem - from Morgantown, West Virginia- WVU Colisieum
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEKS DRAMATIC FINISH WHERE SEBASTIAN CROSS FOUND HIMSELF ON TOP OF THE SITUATION.]
*'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS*
(THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "TREMERE FOREVER" "I KNOW WHERE IZIAH HUNTER IS " AND "RANDALL DYLAN STALKED MY GOLDFISH.". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.)
SC: Welcome one and all to the finale Monday Mayhem before Autumn Annihilation 9, Snoop tonight we get to find out exactly...
*'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE*
SC: Well I don't even get to open the show as it seems the CEO and number one cotender is here and has something to say...
SJ: More than likely about my amazing colour commentary...
SC: ...
(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. ANGEL EVENTUALLY COMES OUT WEARING A SLEEK, BLACK DESIGNER SUIT AND AN EXPENSIVE PAIR OF SHADES. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING. GRABBING A MICROPHONE, ANGEL BEGINS TO SPEAK AS THE CROWD ERUPTS WITH EVEN MORE BOOING.)
FA: Three words, Cross. Three words: Autumn Annihilation 9. That might just be some pay-per-view for the lot of you slack-jawed, West Virginia yokels out here, but to me? It’s payback. Judgment day. It’ll be the night I squash that masked roach for the last time… and take back what’s rightfully mine in the process.
(THE AUDIENCE SHOWER THE RING WITH MORE HEAT AS ANGEL CONFIDENTLY SAUNTERS ABOUT THE RING.)
FA: It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve had my title, because let’s face it – every second you hold that championship belt, Cross – is another second that title loses its prestige. It’s another second the TFWF’s stock falls. Another second you reduce to shit, what has taken me YEARS to build up. But all that is gonna change. You see, you had your night, your glory, but it’s all gonna come to one violent, explosive, and bloody end. Me? I’m a ‘Career Killer.’ And the longer you’re in the ring with me, the closer I get to putting you on the shelf – PERMANENTLY. And the fact it’s for that title you have trouble slinging over that tiny little shoulder of yours? Just makes it even better.
(MORE HEAT FOR THE SMIRKING ANGEL.)
FA: Because for SIXTY minutes, Cross… SIXTY MINUTES… I’m gonna throw you around this ring like a frisbee. I’m gonna expose you as the paper champion you are. At Autumn Annihilation 9? I make you my bitch. And there’s nothing, you hear me? NOTHING… that you can do ab—
*'ANEMA' - TOOL*
(SUPERMASSIVE BABYFACE POP. MARCHING THROUGH THE CURTAIN, WE SEE SEBASTIAN CROSS PICK UP SPEED BEFORE FLAT-OUT DASHING INTO RING. HE SLIDES INSIDE, AND GETS RIGHT INTO THE MUCH BIGGER FALLEN ANGEL’S FACE. ANGEL NARROWS HIS EYES AND SMIRKS, ABOUT TO FINISH HIS SENTENCE WHEN CROSS RIPS THE MIC OUT OF HIS HAND.)
SC: No more talking, no more speeches. If you’re so sure of yourself, then let’s get it over with – right here, right NOW!
(HUGE POP FOR CROSS’S STATEMENT. THE FIRE IN HIS SPIRIT IS CLEAR, AND AS THE AUDIENCES HUSHES AGAIN, HE SHOOTS AN ANGRY GLARE INTO ANGEL’S EYES.)
SC: And believe me, Angel – when I’m done, I’ll make the bloodbath you went through at ‘Hard Steel’ look like child’s play.
(THE CROWD LETS OUT A BIG “OOOOOHHHHH!” AS CROSS LOWERS THE MIC. SNICKERING TO HIMSELF, ANGEL GRABS THE MICROPHONE BACK AND GIVES CROSS A CONDESCENDING GOLF-CLAP.)
FA: Well, would you look at that. Looks like someone’s got something to say. Well, then, I tell you what, Cross… if you wanna continue deluding yourself into thinking you’re anything more than some never-was that shouldn’t-have-been, go right on ahead. You may have beaten me, may have used what little pull you have to put me in a match with Dorian Wong tonight… but the game’s up, starting tonight. If you’ve got even the slightest bit of intestinal fortitude, you’ll come out after I decimate the clown for one… last… surprise.
(THE CROWD CHANTS FOR CROSS TO KICK ANGEL’S ASS, AS ANGEL LOOKS AROUND, SMILING. SEBASTIAN LOOKS UNAMUSED, TO SAY THE LEAST.)
FA: C’mon, what’s the matter? Do you wanna disappoint your people… champ?
(ANGEL REACHES BACK WITH THE MIC AND LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO CLOBBER CROSS IN THE FACE, BUT HE PULLS IT BACK AT THE LAST SECOND. INCREDIBLY, THE STALWART CROSS DOESN’T FLINCH. ANGEL SMIRKS AND NODS, FIXING HIS JACKET BEFORE CALMLY LEAVING THE RING. HIS EYES DON’T AVERT FROM SEBASTIAN’S STEADY GAZE AS HE MAKES HIS WAY UP THE RAMP, GESTURING THAT THE SEBASTIAN’S TITLE WILL BE HIS SOONER THAN HE THINKS.)
SC: We saw it here folks the intensity is rife...lets have a look at what AA9 has instore for you fans and of course the stars of the T.F.W.F..
[HYPE VIDEO: AN UPDATED CARD OF AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9 IS SHOWN.]
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Well last year we celebrated the 10th year of the T.F.W.F. with Autumn Annihilation 8 and this year promises to be just as entertaining.
SJ: I can't wait for Makel to count three and watch Angel become our World Champion once more.
SC: Well the road for APB and Seth Black is much travelled at the moment...let's go and see how they prepare for AA9 and to Jaycee Hall...
Seth Black vs APB
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: Ness and Black have turned P.O.W. into a dominant force here in the T.F.W.F., but APB the former leader has other ideas Snoop.
SJ: Yeah he also wants to bring back flares and Joanie Loves Chachie...APB sucks.
JH: And his opponent...
*'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: Who would have thought Mathhews and Bartsch would be working together Snoop.
SJ: Gay Satan...cause thats a matchup made in homosexual hell.
FINISH...A great opening contest as APB takes it to Black in the opening pushing the POW leader to the limit with some old school mat wrestling. Black looks flustered as the crowd is very much behind APB. However, the sneaky Black uses some of his more devious tactics to swing momentum back his way. With little room for recovery, APB does have one more shot, but as Black mocks Amanda, APB loses his temper and control of the match allowing Seth Black to grab a roll up with his feet on the ropes for the win.
Winner, via pinfall: Seth Black
Match Time: 10m17s
Match Rating: 3 Stars
After the match Black makes a hurried exit from ringside as APB begins to stir and looks to settle their differences in the aisle.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(BACKSTAGE WE HAVE LEGION IN HIS LOCKER ROOM. LOOKING AT A PIECE OF PAPER IN HIS HAND.)
LG: Please forgive me.
(SOMEONE WHO VAGUELY LOOKS LIKE LEGION WALKS INTO THE ROOM.)
??: What's that?
LG: It's a doctor's note. Black Death isn't cleared to wrestle yet.
??: You should have told me sooner.
LG: Forgive me.
??: Stop apologizing, dammit! Get yourself a drink of water!
(LEGION NODS AND THEN GETS UP ONTO HIS FEET. HE WALKS OUT OF HIS LOCKER ROOM AND INTO THE HALLWAY. HE WALKS BY A MAN WHO IS WORKING ON A TFWF POSTER IN THE HALLWAY.)
LG: That's Legion not Lesion!
(HE SAYS CORRECTING A TYPO ON THE POSTER. THE MAN HANGING IT UP RESPONDS.)
CW: God dammit! I've been putting up these posters all day. Fifty in this arena. Five in this hallway alone. I guess, I'm going to have to tear them all down and have them reprinted and get back to work.
LG: Forgiveness, kind sir.
CW: Yeah, whatever... Get out of here!
(LEGION CONTINUES ON HIS PATH AND HE'S BUMPED INTO BY TORIN JUSTICE.)
LG: Forgive me!
TJ: Forgive you? What the hell! I hate you!
LG: I'm sorry, I've just been bummed about my partner. I'm in an apologetic mood.
TJ: Yeah, while you've been moping about your poor old fat partner I've been securing myself a spot in the North American championship match. While you probably spent all day in your room crying to a man who looks vaguely like you. I was talking to Angel who told me “Yeah, sure, I'll give you a North American title match. After your last week's performance I think it's only charitable.” You hear that? I'm in!
LG: Damn, I'd like to be a part of that too...
(SUDDENLY TANK IS WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY. LOOKING HULK LEVEL PISSED. HOBBLING A BIT FROM HIS INJURY LAST WEEK. HE STOPS AT THE TWO CONVERSING IN THE HALLWAY.)
TK: Would you two rooks please do me the favor of clearing the path so I can get to my locker room!
LG: Forgive me...
TK: Just get the fuck out!
LG: Look, TaNK, I have a question.
TK: No. Now get out of my way!
LG: How do you get in that North American title match? I mean, I'm willing to try anything. And I mean anything, if you catch my drift.
(TANK GROWS GREEN... OR RED ACTUALLY. HE THEN DELIVERS A BIG BOOT TO LEGION. LEGION HITS THE GROUND. JUSTICE ACTUALLY TRIES TO PUT UP A FIGHT GOING FOR A SPEAR ONTO TANK BUT BOUNCING OFF OF HIM. TANK THEN PICKS HIM UP AND THROWS HIM INTO THE CONCRETE WALL. HE THEN WALKS PAST. LEGION, WHO IS STILL ON THE GROUND, UNABLE TO GET UP UTTERS A FINAL PHRASE.)
LG: Forgive me for dirtying your boot, Mr.TaNK.
(TANK IS ALREADY GONE NOT CARING AT ALL OF THE APOLOGY HE HAS RECEIVED.)
(THE SHOT CUTS FROM THE LAST SCENE TO OZZY FINCH STANDING WITH HIS FORMER PROTÉGÉ’S PROJECT NOVA. BIG CROWD HEAT CAN BE HEARD FROM THE ARENA AS THE NOW HATED DUO APPEAR ON SCREEN. OZZY IS BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM, AS MANNY STANDS WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED LOOKING BIG AND BADASS AND JAYDEN IS BUSY MESSING WITH OZZY AS HE TRIES TO INTRODUCE THE SEGMENT.)
OF: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests here now, Jayden Knight and Man…
(JAYDEN GRABS THE MICROPHONE FROM FINCH RATHER HARSHLY.)
JK: Okay old man, I think that by now there isn’t a person on this earth that wouldn’t recognize the T.F.W.F. world tag team champions. You know Finch, even back when you were still hanging around the two of us, trying to steal a slice of our fucking spotlight, we were names in this sport. Back then we were noticed for stealing the shows and kicking all the asses of the guys who got in our way, but now? Now we are the top tag team in the T.F.W.F., and the world. That fact alone is what gives us the right to name our own challengers to our titles. Mind you that the word “challenge” won’t be anywhere near this match at AA for the Nova’s but whatever. Either way, the fact remains is that we have chosen the final two tag teams that have the privilege, no…the honor of facing us for our tag titles. The first two are none other than Ness, and Seth Black. Two of the little guys who are trying to make a name for themselves, and if they keep going how they are, very well could be big in this place…just not in the tag division. And then the last team we are letting in? None other than the skeez queen and her pimp daddy APB, and Matthew James.
OF: You mean James Matthews?
(JAYDEN SMACKS OZZY IN THE FACE AND TAKES THE MICROPHONE FROM HIM.)
JK: It honestly doesn’t matter what his name is, and it won’t matter after Autumn Annihilation. What does matter is that we’ve also added another stipulation to this match with the incoming of these two lucky teams. Tell ‘em Manny.
(JAYDEN HOLDS THE MIC. IN FRONT OF HIS PARTNER.)
MR: Lumberjacks.
JK: That’s right folks, that isn’t just Manny’s sexual preference, it’s what the losers in this gauntlet match will become after they lose. So at least they won’t have to be sent packing to the back too early in the night, they will still be able to watch us win.
(MANNY AND JAYDEN SNICKER TO ONE ANOTHER AS THEY WALK OFF. MANNY PROCEEDS TO FAKE A PUNCH AT OZZY WHO RECOILS.)
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Well it seems we have James Matthews, APB and Ness, Seth Black both entered into this Tag Team title elimination match and as the Novas mentioned it will be as the teams are eliminated they become Lumberjacks...how about that.
SJ: Did you see the security on the faces of Jayden Knight and Manny Rodriguez. They looked like Barrack Obama on the way to the White House.
SC: You mean self assured.
SJ: Well given the fact Ozzy Finch look liked he borrowed Palin's wardrobe, I would say yes...in fact DAMN YES!
SC: And an injured Tank making short work of Torin Justice and Legion backstage, of course he tags with Legion tonight, but the big man is in a grumpy mood.
SJ: Must have seen a picture of Killajay's wife...
SC: Huh?
SJ: Nevermind...
SC: Well no official word on those additions to the DWIWF North American title match, but with the announcement of Matthews and Ness and their respective partner competiting for those Tag Titles...this match just got a bit more spicy...
James Matthews vs Ness
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'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: Ness had no problems betraying both Matthews and Bartsch and now we might see if it comes back to haunt him tonight.
SJ: Probably will since Casper the fucking friendly ghost has a better chance of winning this match than James Matthews.
JH: And his opponent...
FINISH...Matthews starts the match the agressor looking to get back on track for a bit of time on the shelf. Ness is equal to Matthews as the match progresses, but the big man starts to build some momentum behind a comeback. With the situation looking like it could go either way, Seth Black in none surprising fashion makes an apperance and looks to aid his tag team partner, but APB comes tearing down the ramp and tackles Black over the guard rail. With Ness at a loss in the ring about whats going on, Matthews responds by nailing him with 'End of Days', he hooks the leg and although Ness is close to getting the shoulder up, its Matthews who steals one for his teams cause on this occassion.
Winner, via pinfall: James Matthews
Match Time: 7m34s
Match Rating: 2.5 Stars
As he scores the victory, Matthews helps APB up and the two throw their arms in the air in celebration as the crowd cheer a big win going into AA9.
(WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO WHERE THE NEFARIOUS DORIAN WONG IS GETTING MENTALLY PREPARING FOR HIS MATCH WITH FALLEN ANGEL HERE TONIGHT. THE ROOM IS DARKENED WITH BUT A FEW CANDLES LIT WITHIN THE ROOM AS HE READS A RATTY COPY OF “MEIN KAMPF.” HIS CONCENTRATION IS SOON BROKEN BY THE SOUND OF A FAMILIAR VOICE.)
V: Hello, Dorian.
(THE DOOR CREEPS OPEN, REVEALING THE SILHOUETTE OF JAMES ONLEE. DORIAN PUTS THE BOOK DOWN, LEANING BACK IN HIS CHAIR.)
DW: Good evening, Mr. Onlee.
JO: We’re but minutes away from laying waste to that Mitchell heathen, you realize.
DW: I’m well aware of tonight, James. But there are more pressing matters at stake, I must admit.
JO: More pressing than the agenda of this alliance?
DW: Please, James, you’re being small. I have a very important match tonight that deserves much of my attention. Surely, you understand?
JO: I do, Dorian. I do. But… the fact of the matter is that time is most assuredly running out.
(DORIAN GIVES ONLEE A VERY SINISTER CHUCKLE.)
DW: Pray tell, on what, Mr. Onlee? Mitchell? Or this alliance?
(ONLEE RETURNS THE GESTURE WITH A SMALL LAUGH OF HIS OWN BEFORE TURNING TO LEAVE THE ROOM. HE TOSSES SOMETHING AT DORIAN, WHO CATCHES IT – IT’S A ROSARY.)
JO: Now, who’s being small? Believe me – I have your back tonight. DW: Do you, now?
(A VISIBLY ANNOYED ONLEE STOPS IN HIS TRACKS, HIS HAND ON THE DOORKNOB. HE SLOWLY TURNS TO DORIAN, HIS EYES NARROWED.)
JO: For once in your iniquitous, little life, Dorian – have faith.
(ONLEE OPENS THE DOOR AND LEAVES AS AN IRRITATED DORIAN RETURNS HIS ATTENTION TO HIS BOOK. HE SNICKERS TO HIMSELF MOMENTARILY, SHAKING HIS HEAD.)
DW: Lunatic…
(WONG MULLS OVER HIS "BOOK" BEFORE CASUALLY STARING UP ONCE MORE WITH SINISTER EYES TOWARDS WHERE ONLEE WAS LEFT.)
(ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO MIKE MITCHELL STANDING WITH KURT DAWSON.)
KD: Ladies and gentlemen with me at this time the fans hope for the Intercontinental title and the "unofficial" leader of the Revolution...the one and only Mike Mitchell. Mike how are you?
MM: Kurt I am moment away from putting my repuitation once more on the line against James Onlee, with the all knowing presence of the prince of grease paint hanging around like a bad smell in the background. How do you think I feel?
KD: Ummmm...
MM: Well heres the short answer, I got something to prove tonight and something even bigger to prove at AA9. You know for my entire career it was a case of Mike Mitchell cant do this, until Mike Mitchell did just that and tonight is no different...just like AA9. The doubters will be made to eat their words...
KD: Strong words from Mike Mitchell here folks...back to you guys at ringside.
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Would I be a bit presuming to think not all is rosey in the Unholy Alliance.
SJ: Are you trying to ruin Christmas in the Onlee and Wong household You BASTARD!
SC: (sigh) Lets go to Jaycee for this six man match pitting major implications on the North American title.
Scorpio/Randall Dylan/Aaron Roberts vs Tank/Legion/Kent Clark
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'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: He has no belt, but he is the Champion!
SJ: He also has terrible personal hygiene, are you going to note that in your little comments as well?
JH: And his partner...
*'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: Things aren't that rosey between Clark and Tank.
SJ: But like a non black version of Different Strokes I am sure it will work out between Willis and Arnold...man that show sucked.
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: We saw an apologetic Legion earlier tonight, vowying for inclusion in this North American title match.
SJ: He didnt apologize to me for boring me to near death week in and week out.
SC: If he had done that I think we would be talking a medal...
JH: And their opponents...
*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: Aaron Roberts debut single 'Pasties and Passion' out next week apparently in all "good" music relators.
SJ: I got my advanced copy signed. He even told me not to give up on my dreams!!!! What an inspiration.
JH: And his partner...
*’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: Well he holds Tank's belt, even though Tank is the Champion.
SJ: Tank's belt...Ha! I think you will find Randall Dylan is Mr. North America. As well as being the centre fold for 'Stalker Monthly'.
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: The S-Factor is here and looks ready to rock and roll.
SJ: You know they talk about Lennon and McCartney, Simon and Garfunkel, Mr. Blooby and the Cheeky Girls, but no singing duo has captured the nations hearts like last weeks sing off between A-Rob and The S-Factor.
FINISH...A six man with a lot of bad blood emerges with stand out performances in this one from Roberts and Tank with Legion and Scorpio putting on two of their best performances in a T.F.W.F. ring. The tension in the tags is evident as when Aaron tags in Scorpio he proceeds to sing in his face until Scoprio jabs him in the throat and Dylan pulls him out of the ring. Turning into a mele from there on in, Legion hits a running lariat which takes him and Scorpio tumbling over the top rope. The two battle down the aisle with rights and lefts. Kent Clark and Tank then have a major miscommunication on a tag which sees Tank shove his buddy to the canvass. Dylan hits the ring and Tank spears him into the corner. Tank sets Dylan up for the 'Black Top', but Aaron Roberts like the snake he is sneaks into the ring and nails an unsuspected Kent Clark with the 'AGR'. Roberts garners a cover, but Tank instead of helping Kent just nails Dylan with the finisher and doesnt move. Roberts sneaks the win and high tails it up the ramp singing like a loon.
Winners, via pinfall: Aaron Roberts, Scorpio & Randall Dylan
Match Time: 14m32s
Match Rating: 4 Stars
As Roberts makes his way up the ramp. Kent struggles to get to his feet in the ring. He asks Tank why he didnt break it up and Tank shrugs as tension has gotten the better of the buddies. Seizing advantage Dylan grabs them both by the throat and nails a double chokeslam. As Dylan spies Aaron Roberts standing on the ramp singing like a star, the Cobra is unaware of Scorpio who pushes him off the ramp to the floor below. Scorpio looks at Dyaln in the ring and makes a belt signal around his waist. Angered, Dylan makes a move to go for Scorpio who sees his chance to get out of there.
(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.)
(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.)
SC: Welcome back folks and we have a few big announcements since the break. Apparently, the onslaught Tank caused on Torin Justice has put the wrestler out of action for AA9. Effectively, if Justice had gotten his shot for the North American title he was taken out. But the other talking point is Clark and Tank, Snoop that seems to have boiled over into something bizzare the big brother and little brother don't seem to be seeing eye to eye.
SJ: And how bout that double chokeslam from Randall Dylan...he means business as well Scoop and as a former 4 time holder of the belt...well he has to be a favourite.
SC: I don't think you can count favourites in this one. Still no official word as to whether Legion has been granted the chance to appear in the match, but my understanding is there has been some comotion backstage regarding Black Death.
SJ: What did he do shit on the sick bed?
SC: Will you stop! Folks, we got three warriors going at it for the Hardcore title next...and it could mean the gold finds a home to be fought over at AA9. Let's go to Jaycee.
TITLE - Hardcore
Georgie Nickles (c) vs Phenom vs Jose Ramon
(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...Georgie Nickles!!!
SC: The Rousing Rebel known as Georgie Nickles is here once more to defend that Hardcore title to the maxmium.
SJ: She does something maximum to my pants Scoop...
SC: Pervert...
JH: And her opponent...
*’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: Phenom of course has that momentum tonight seeing as he enters the Circle of Blood with Torch at the PPV. Snoop any thoughts on the announcement regarding Torch and Phenom tonight?
SJ: I would imagine Torch is going to cry and beg for forgiveness before Nom-inator kicks his ass!
JH: And his opponent...
*'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: The crazy Jose Ramon must be stopped at the PPV by Exile. Do you think Ex has it in him?
SJ: The question is which camera girl has Ex in her this week! HAHAHAHAHA!
FINISH...Match of the night between these three competitors as they bring everything but the kitchen sink to this one. Nickles uses her speed as does Ramon to run early rings around the power house Phenom, but to his credit he is the first person to introduce weapons slamming both his opponents with vicious chair shots with have them stunned. Nom looks to get Georgie with a piledriver onto a chair, but Ramon sharply breaks it up. Ramon and Nom then exchnage speed and power hardcore moves, the finale of the match sees Ramon looking to hit a hurricanrana on Phenom, but the big man converts into into a powerbomb, as he spins around Georgie Nickles throws a chair in his face and nails a spinning heel kick from the top rope and covers Nom for the three and a massive win going into AA9.
Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Georgie Nickles
Match Time: 19m34s
Match Rating: 5 Stars
After the match Georgie grabs her belt and holds it high. She can be seen mouthing the words 'Next is the Novas' as she backs up the ramp.
(THE SHOT CUTS TO SCOOP AND SNOOP AFTER THAT LAST MATCH.)
SC: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the action here on Mayhem just keeps on going. I’m getting word that there is some sort of altercation backstage.
SJ: Get a camera back there now.
(THE VIDEO OPENS UP WITH PROJECT NOVA GOING TO WORK ON BRANDON WATKINS. HE IS ALREADY BANGED AND BRUISED AND BLEEDING WHEN THE SHOT COMES IN. JAYDEN NAILS A JK-47 ON WATKINS, AND SENDS HIM STAGGERING BACK IN TO A MASSIVE OVER THE HEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO A LOCKER FROM MANNY. JUST AS IT LOOKS LIKE THEY ARE GOING TO CONTINUE THE ASSAULT APB, AND MATTHEWS RUSH IN TO MAKE THE SAVE HOLDING A BAT, AND A 2X4 RESPECTIVLY. THE NOVAS BACK OFF WHEN FROM BEHIND NESS AND SETH BLACK ASSAULT MATTHEWS AND APB. THE WEAPONS ARE THROWN OUT OF REACH AND THE FOUR OF THEM ERUPT IN TO AN ALL OUT BRAWL. PROJECT NOVA JUST STANDS BACK AND WATCHES THE FOUR MEN FIGHT.)
JK: You know, this is pretty entertaining.
(MANNY NODS THAT HE AGREES.)
JK: I think we just found the first two teams to enter our gauntlet invitational. Congratulations, boys, don’t disappoint us by losing too quickly at Autumn Annihilation now.
(FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT PROJECT NOVA WALK AWAY LAUGHING. BUT THIS TIME AS THEY ROUND THE CORNER, JAYDEN IS GRABBED BY THE THROAT BY A BIG BLACK HAND.)
JK: Ugggh!
(THE CROWD POP LIKE MAD AS BLACK DEATH CAN BE SEEN THEIR SEETHING AS THE COMOTION CONTINUES AROUND THE OTHER CORNER. MANNY LOOKS TO GO INTO ACTION, BUT LEGION APPEARS AND SLAMS A CHAIR INTO THE HEAD OF RODRIGUEZ.)
L: I am sorry...
(LEGION PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.)
L: But it appears Black Death has been medically cleared to wrestle now...and we are also sorry to inform you...we want our shot at the Tag Team titles we were promised.
JK: (choking) Bullshit...
(BD GROWLS.)
L: I am sorry, I didn't hear that...
JK: Ok ok...
(BD RELEASES HIS GRIP A SECOND.)
JK: You can face the winner of P.O.W. and Matthews/APB. Now back out of my way before I get really ang....
(NOT EVEN THINKING BLACK DEATH PICKS UP JAYDEN AND THROWS HIM INTO THE WALL TO THE CHEERS OF THE CROWD.)
L: I am sorry, but I think you just got PWNED! YOUR FACE!
(BD LOOKS AT LEGION.)
BD: No more your face bullshit...
(LEGION LOOKS AT BD.)
L: I am sorry...
(BD ROLLS HIS EYES AS HE WALKS AROUND THE CORNER TO THE ENSUING BRAWL TO CAUSE SOME MORE MAYHEM.)
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO AARON ROBERTS SINGING ALONG TO THE SOUNDS OF SOME CRAP BAND LIKE BON JOVI. MAHONEY MCMILLIAN DOESNT LOOK IMPRESSED.)
MM: Aaron, the crowd want to hear your thoughts not listen to your singing.
AR: I AM AARON BON JOVI!!!!!!
(ALL OF A SUDDEN A BRUISED LOOKING KENT CLARK WALKS INTO VIEW. HE LOOKS AT AARON ROBERTS AND GRABS THE MICROPHONE.)
KC: So Call of Duty 4...heck of a game on level...
(ROBERTS GRABS IT BACK.)
AR: Sorry, would you interupt a concert by Michael Bolton.
KC: Ummm...yes...anyways...
(ROBERTS GRABS IT BACK.)
AR: So you would go and get on stage and question the man as he sings...'HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO LIIIIIIIIVVVEEEE WITHOUT YOU'
(KENT ROLLS HIS EYES.)
KC: Does Michael Bolton know anything about the warp zone on level 1-2 on Super Mario Brothers for the original Nintendo?
AR: He probably aced that level!
KC: (scoffs) I don't think so...
AR: In fact, Michael Bolton probably took Sonic all the way!
KC: Sonic! I am insulted...
(KENT GETS RILLED UP AND IN THE FACE OF AARON. ALL OF A SUDDEN RANDALL DYLAN WALKS INTO VIEW.)
RD: I sniffed your pants!
(MAHONEY LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE.)
AR: Impossible...I am not wearing any! I am Commando!
KC: You know there was a great game on the Tandy 1000 called Commando...you...
(EVERYONE IGNORES KENT.)
AR: You might be a fan Dylan, but Aaron Roberts shall not be adding you as a friend on his myspace. In fact...I am placing you on block!
(ROBERTS SNICKERS. DYLAN LOOKS CONFUSED AND THEN JUST LEVELS. ROBERTS TO THE FLOOR. THE CROWD KIND OF CHEER. KENT LOOKS AROUND AND TAKES OFF HIS PANTS LOOKING AT MAHONEY.)
KC: The man likes pants...
(KENT WALKS OFF IN HIS CRASH BANDICOOT UNDERWEAR AS DYLAN STANDS THERE HIS CHEST HEAVING. MAHONEY LOOKS AT HIM.)
MM: I don't have another pair...
(MAHONEY THEN BEGINS TO UNDRESS AS WE FADE OUT.)
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Black Death is back! And Jayden and Manny don't pull off a clean sweep tonight.
SJ: Legion fucking pisses me off...I wish he would apologize for his body odour.
SC: (under his breath) He isn't the only one...
SJ: Huh?
SC: Up next the return of Jonnah Street as he meets one on one Kirsta Lewis in a preview of their match for AA9.
Jonnah Street vs Kirsta Lewis
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'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...she is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Kirsta Lewis!!!
SC: More than a few people have commented on wanting to see Kirsta's version of the tartan skirts.
SJ: Me and my penis both signed that...
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: The House is back in the ring and ready to go tonight Snoop.
SJ: Oh great...like we havent seen enough near 300 pound failures wrestle tonight. Its James Matthews Mach II.
FINISH...A very simple match with neither star excelling themselves. Jonnah brings the power and Kirsta the speed to the contest which is marred with Eaton Gore making an apperance on stage with a set of bag pipes and prancing around in a kilt. The crowd get into it clapping along as he walks down the ramp. Kirsta begins to argue with Gore, but its Street that uses this to his advantage spinning her around and nailing the 'Streets Apart' and picking up a three count.
Winner, via pinfall: Jonnah Street
Match Time: 5m55s
Match Rating: 3 Stars
Street gets to his feet and out of the ring he begins to argue with Gore and rips his bag pipes away. He then throws them to the ground and begins pushing Gore. As they do, Kirsta gets back on her feet and nails both men with a flying aerial move taking them both out. She dusts herself off before walking up the ramp making a belt sign around her waist.
(BACKSTAGE, WE SEE A TABLE, SURROUNDED BY SECURITY GUARDS SET UP WITH TORCH AND PHENOM SITTING AT OPPOSITE SIDES. AT THE MIDDLE OF THE TABLE, HOLDING A FEW DOCUMENTS IS ONE OF TFWF’S BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWERS, OZZY FINCH. HE LOOKS OVER A FEW OF THE PAGES, SIGHS, AND PLACES THE PAPERS ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF HIM.)
OF: Having looked it over, the condition for your match is now officially in writing. In the event of one’s death, neither your opponent, nor the TFWF will be held legally accountable. For my money, this is a pretty historic contest. Are you sure the both of you want to do this?
(AN ANGRY TORCH REACHES HIS HAND OUT TO TAKE THE DOCUMENTS. HE TAKES THE PEN OFF THE TABLE AS WELL AND QUICKLY SIGNS THE CONTRACT, HIS EYES NOT LEAVING PHENOM’S MURDEROUS GAZE.)
OF: Okay, that’s one. ‘Nom? It’s on you, now.
(PHENOM, STILL SMARTING FROM THE FIREBALL ATTACK LAST WEEK, GLADLY TAKES THE CONTRACT AND SIGNS IT, SLAMMING THE PEN DOWN WITH AUTHORITY. AS HE SIGNS, HE BEGINS TO SPEAK.)
P: You know what’ll make me happier than putting you in the ground, you coattail-riding little fuck?
(TORCH SNEERS.)
P: Knowing it’s all legal. Some guys would kill for that opportunity. Heh, get it?
T: Trust me – I got no intention of ignoring that condition. It’ll be my pleasure to off the biggest bitch the Bronx has ever produced.
P: That right? T: You know it.
(BOTH MEN GET UP FROM THEIR SEATS AS THE SECURITY CLOSES IN. PHENOM PUTS HIS HANDS UP, SHOWING HE HAS NO INTENTION OF HURTING TORCH. BOTH MEN WALK IN CLOSER, SHOOTING DAGGERS INTO EACH OTHER WHEN ‘NOM SLOWLY EXTENDS A HAND. TORCH, LOOKS AT IT, UNIMPRESSED.)
T: Fuck you.
(SUDDENLY, OZZY PUTS ON HIS GLASSES AND LOOKS OVER THE CONTRACT.)
OF: “Hey, Phenom? You didn’t sign.”
(PHENOM TURNS TO FINCH AND QUICKLY GRABS THE PEN FROM OZZY, STABBING TORCH RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEEK! TORCH HOWLS OUT IN PAIN AS PHENOM SHOVES SOME OF THE GUARDS OUT OF THE WAY, MOUNTING TORCH AND CONTINUING THE ONSLAUGHT! OZZY FREAKS OUT, HIDING BEHIND SECURITY AS THEY EVENTUALLY GET HIM OFF THE ‘REGISTERED PSYCHOPATH.’ THE PEN STILL DRIPPING BLOOD, HE SHRUGS THEM OFF, TAKING THE CONTRACT AND SIGNING HIS NAME IN TORCH’S BLOOD AND SPIT.)
P: There’s your goddamn signature, Finch.
(HE LETS OUT A BIG LAUGH, WAVING GOODBYE TO TORCH AS HE’S ESCORTED AWAY. MEANWHILE, TORCH IS ON THE GROUND, CLUTCHING AT HIS BLEEDING FACE. HIS EYES LIGHT UP WITH A FIRE FEW HAVE SEEN SINCE HIS RETURN TO TFWF, AND IT’S HERE IT BECOMES CLEAR: THE CIRCLE OF BLOOD MIGHT AS WELL BE A CIRCLE OF HELL.)
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: I am glad its a PPV because when those two meet again...its going to be extremely physical and not suitable for young eyes.
SJ: I was going to order the PPV for the girls scout camp I am a mentor at.
SC:...
James Onlee vs Mike Mitchell
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY*
(MAJOR ASS 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: The Intercontinental Championship at the forefront of The Reverend's mind no doubt. Wong and his relationship gets nastier as time goes on.
SJ: Two sick freaks and a dickless geek...the story of Wong, Onlee and Mitchell.
JH: And his opponent...
*'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!!
SC: Mike Mitchell has the hearts of many in his hands at the PPV that would love to see him become the IC Champion.
SJ:Yeah and he is on way to ruining everyone's Christmas hahaha!
FINISH...A tremendous match back and forth as Mike and James really push one another to the limit. Its a classic mat wrestling exercise between these two masters of the mat as they look to top one another over and over again. The turning point of the match comes when Onlee misses a chance to wrap Mike in a sleeper hold and the Purist reverses it into a kick to the guts followed by a beautifu flowing sunset flip. A possible over enthusiastic referee gives the three count as both men exhausted from this contest lay on the ground motionless.
Winner, via pinfall: Mike Mitchell
Match Time: 19m39s
Match Rating: 4.0 Stars
(THE MATCH IS FINISHED BUT IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE ALL IS SAID AND DONE HERE. MIKE MITCHELL IS TO HIS FEET IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, BUT HE HAS NO IDEA THAT JAMES ONLEE HAS DONE THE SAME BEFORE HIM. JAMES STALKS BEHIND MITCHELL, JUST WAINTING FOR HIS TIME TO STRIKE. JUST WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE ONLEE IS ABOUT TO LATCH ON ONE OF HIS SUBMISSION HOLDS ON MIKE THERE IS A DISTURBANCE IN THE CROWD. MEGA CROWD HEAT FILLS THE ARENA AS DORIAN WONG, ALONG WITH JACK AND JILL BEGIN TO WALK DOWN THE RAMP. MIKE IS FOCUSED ON THEM WHEN JAMES FINALLY LATCHES ON THE SUBMISSION SLEEPER HOLD OF MITCHELL FROM BEHIND AND STARTS TO CHOKE HIM OUT. THE CROWD IS GOING ABSOLUTELY NUTS AS DORIAN WONG IS AT RINGSIDE NOW, AND MUCH TO THE DISAPPROVAL OF THE FANS, PRODUCES HIS NOW INFAMOUS LETTER OPENER, AND HOLDS IT HIGH FOR EVERYONE IN ATTENDANCE, ESPECIALLY MIKE MITCHELL TO SEE.)
SC: Oh no. This isn’t good. It looks like James Onlee and Dorian Wong are ready to try and do the same thing to Mike Mitchell that they did to Tremere a few weeks ago. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a good time to put the kids to bed and for the squeamish to look away.
SJ: Look away? What are you, nuts? This is what every wrestling fan in the world is looking forward to. If this goes well we may never have to see that straight edge asshole again.
SC: You’re sick…this is sick…someone stop this!
(DORIAN SLIDES INTO THE RING NOW BRANDISHING HIS LETTER OPENER. JACK AND JILL WATCH INTENTLY FROM THE RINGSIDE FLOOR AS THEIR FATHER STALKS TOWARD MITCHELL, TOSSING THE LETTER OPENER FROM HAND TO HAND. WITH ONLEE HOLDING HIS SLEEPER VARIATION ON TIGHTER AND TIGHTER MIKE IS HELPLESS. DORIAN SLICES AT MITCHELL AND ONLY MAKES CONTACT WITH ENOUGH SKIN TO MAKE A THIN LINE OF RED ACROSS MITCHELL’S BELLY.)
SC: Enough is enough! These two sick bastards are going to carve Mike Mitchell to pieces, and he’s helpless to stop it!
SJ: This is what I call quality television entertainment! Hey popcorn guy…over here!
(MIKE MITCHELL STOPS STRUGGLING TO GET OUT OF THE HOLD, PROMPTING THE PEOPLE, JAMES AND DORIAN TO BELIEVE THAT HE IS OUT FROM THE HOLD. SUDDENLY THE CROWD ERUPTS IN A SUPER MASSIVE POP AS TREMERE RUNS IN THROUGH THE CROWD. HE HOPS THE BARRICADE AND GOES AFTER JACK AND JILL TO GET THEM OUT OF THE WAY. THE TWO ARE MORE THAN HE BARGAINED FOR THOUGH IN HIS WEAKEND CONDITION. THE TWINS ARE LIKE RAVENOUS DOGS, BITING AND SCRATCHING AND FIGHTING THE HARDCORE ICON OFF. DORIAN STOPS STALKING MIKE LONG ENOUGH TO TURN AND SEE WHAT THE COMMOTION IS ALL ABOUT. HE WATCHES AS TREMERE SLOWLY GETS THE BETTER OF HIS “CHILDREN”. DORIAN TURNS BACK TOWARD ONLEE AND YELLS TO HIM TO LET MITCHELL GO. ONLEE IS VERY HESITANT, LOOKING TOWARD THE SEEMINGLY UNCONSCIOUS MITCHELL, AND THEN BACK TO WONG. AGAIN DORIAN DEMANDS HE LET MITCHELL GO. FINALLY ONLEE DOES, AND AS HE DOES WONG FORCES THE OPENER IN TO ONLEE’S HAND AND BARKS THE ORDER TO DO THE JOB HIMSELF. JAMES LOOKS DOWN TO THE LETTER OPENER IN HIS HAND, AND THEN TO MITCHELL.)
SC: It seems with Tremere beating up his kids, Dorian Wong has a new sense of his priorities.
SJ: Just as well. We all know Reverend Onlee is more than capable of cutting Mike Mitchell apart.
(DORIAN TURNS TOWARD WHERE TREMERE IS AND TAKES A STEP FORWARD BEFORE ONLEE GRABS HOLD OF HIS SHOULDER, STOPPING HIM. DORIAN TURNS AROUND AND RIPS HIS ALLY’S HAND FROM HIS SHOULDER AND TURNS AROUND AGAIN TO HELP HIS KIDS. JAMES’ EYES NARROW, AND ONCE AGAIN HE STARES AT THE LETTER OPENER. HE WATCHES IT AS HE PULLS IT UP, GRIPS IT WITH BOTH OF HIS HANDS, AND THRUSTS IT INTO DORIAN WONG’S BACK! THE CROWD ERUPTS WITH A HUGE POP AS JAMES PUSHES THE OPENER IN ALL THE WAY TO THE HANDLE. DORIAN FALLS TO HIS KNEES, AND THEN TO HIS STOMACH, TRYING TO GET THE OPENER OUT, AND SCREAMING IN PAIN. JAMES STARES DOWN TOWARD DORIAN. AFTER A FEW SECONDS JAMES MOVES TO THE ROPES AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING. HE GRABS A MICROPHONE FROM THE TIME KEEPER’S TABLE.)
JO: Don’t you ever bark your anarchic orders toward me, demon man! I’ve never had an allegiance with you! My allegiance has only, and forever will lie with MY GOD!
(JAMES DROPS THE MICROPHONE AND WALKS AROUND THE RING OPPOSITE TO WHERE TRMERE AND JACK AND JILL STILL BATTLE. IN THE RING DORIAN IS STILL TRYING TO RELIEVE THE PAIN OF THE OPENER IN HIS BACK, AND THEN FROM SEEMINGLY NO WHERE MIKE MITCHELL REACHES IN AND PULLS THE OPENER OUT. LOOKING AT IT FOR A MOMENT, AND REALIZING IT WAS MEANT FOR HIM, HE CASTS IT ASIDE, AND VICIOUSLY GRABS HOLD OF DORIAN’S ANKLE, AND SYNCH’S IN A DEEP ANKLE LOCK. WITH THE KNIFE REMOVED, DORIAN IS ABLE TO THINK CLEARLY AGAIN, AND SCREAMS TO MIKE MITCHELL AS HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY LIKE THE CLOWN HE IS.)
DW: Break it, Mike! Break my fucking leg! You know how good it would feel to just shatter my ankle after all we put you through! DO IT!!!
(JAMES ONLEE TURNS ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP AND STOPS HALF WAY TO THE TOP. HE WATCHES AS HIS TWO OPPONENTS FOR AUTUMN ANNIHILATION FIGHT. MIKE LOOKS GOOD AND READY TO SNAP WONG’S FOOT CLEAN OFF. HE TWISTS IT EVEN FURTHER AND THE CLOWN LAUGHS EVEN HARDER IN HIS PAIN. A CHANT OF “BREAK HIS FOOT” ECHOES THROUGH THE CROWD AS MIKE CONTINUES TO TWIST. THE LOOK OF INTENSITY GROWS AND GROWS AS HE KEEPS THE HOLD ON. JUST WHEN EVERYONE IN THE ARENA, INCLUDING MIKE, THINKS HE’S GOING TO SNAP WONG’S ANKLE…HE LETS THE HOLD GO. THE CROWD LOOK IN A SILENCE OF DISBELIEF AS MIKE JUST LETS WONG GO. WONG PULLS HIMSELF TO HIS KNEES AND ELBOWS TO TRY AND FOCUS OUT THE PAIN. MIKE MOUTHS THE WORDS “I WON’T BECOME LIKE YOU.” MIKE STARES TOWARD DORIAN WONG, WHO JUST NEARLY HAD HIS ANKLE BROKEN. WITHOUT WARNING MIKE TAKES A CHARGE TOWARD DORIAN AND PUNTS HIM IN THE HEAD, SENDING HIM SPINNING BACK TO THE MAT, AND KNOCKING HIM SILLY TO A GIGANTIC POP FROM THE CROWD. MIKE THEN TURNS TOWARD THE STAGE WHERE JAMES STILL STANDS. JAMES IS SLOWLY CLAPPING THE ACTIONS OF MIKE. THE INTENSITY ON MITCHELL’S FACE IS UNPARRALLED AS HE STARES A HOLE IN TO ONLEE. JAMES GESTURES THAT MITCHELL WON’T BE ABLE TO REPEAT WHAT HE DID TO WONG ON HIM. THE LAST SHOT BEFORE THE CAMERA CUTS OUT IS OVER JAMES ONLEE’S SHOULDER WITH A VIEW OF MIKE MITCHELL LOOKING READY FOR AUTUMN ANNIHILATION.)
SC: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE SEEN! THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE SHATTERED BY THE SWORD OF DEFIANCE HERE ON MAYHEM!
SJ: Thats not a knife its a spoon...
SC: Idiot, folks, we have the number one contender backstage now with Mahoney and more than likely a message for his opponent tonight the stabbed Dorian Wong and Sebastian Cross...
(BACKSTAGE FALLEN ANGEL STANDS WITH MAHONEY AS THE CROWD HEAT CAN BE HEARD THROUGH THE ARENA.)
MM: Fallen Angel you saw moments ago your opponent tonight Dorian Wong stabbed by James Onlee...your thoughts?
FA: I couldn't give a fuck...
MM: But...
(ANGEL LOOKS AT MAHONEY FOR A MOMENT AND FIRES A FIST INTO HIS MUSH MORE THAN LIKELY BREAKING HIS NOSE THE CROWD ARE SHOCKED. JAYDEN KNIGHT, KIRSTA LEWIS AND MANNY RODRIGUEZ WALK IN ALL BATTERED FROM THEIR MATCHES TONIGHT.)
FA: Did you get it?
(JAYDEN NODS LOOKING DOWN AT MAHONEY WITH EVEN AN OUNCE OF CONCERN AS HE SEES ANGEL IS IN ONE OF THOSE MOODS. HE NODS. ANGEL SMILES.)
FA: Attention Wall Mart shoppers...we got a sale on.
(ANGEL STORMS OFF TOWARDS THE RING AREA.)
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: What a disgraceful act on Mahoney McMillian...
SJ: Here we go Scoop! Its on like Donkey Kong!
Non Title
Fallen Angel vs Dorian Wong
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*’APOCALYPSE PLEASE’ - MUSE PLAYS*
(MEGA 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 reigning Intercontinental Champion has destruction on his mind tonight Snoop as we saw earlier.
SJ: The man put the crazy in Mother Fucking Crazy Son of A Bitch!
JH: And his opponent...
*'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE*
(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: He has promised retribution on Sebastian Cross tonight, but what do you think he has in store?
SJ: Well it aint a fricking McDonalds Birthday party.
FINISH...Wong is suffering the injuies from earlier, but as always comes out fighting like a trooper, a psycho trooper, but none the less a trooper. The match see saws between the two of them with Angel slowing the pace down with some submission and wear down holds. The turning point of the match comes when Sebastian Cross as promised emerges from the back. He looks to get into the ring, but misses a shot on Wong and Angel knocks him down with a big boot to the face. Angel delivers the 'Cradle of Darkness' grabbing a three count win.
Winner, via pinfall: Fallen Angel
Match Time: 13m59s
Match Rating: 4 Stars
After the match Cross gets to his feet and slides into the ring. He goes nose to nose with Angel.
SC: So where is this surpise then...
Angel pauses for a moment and looks to the ramp as all of a sudden 'Down' plays through the speakers as the rest of TCK emerges carrying a familiar BBQ grill used on the World Champion before. Cross looks on even maybe a little concerned. Angel then slams a fist into his mush and holds him down!
SC: GOOD GOD NOT AGAIN!!!
SJ: Just needs a commentator with some BBQ sauce...
TCK begin to walk down the ramp when all of a sudden, Sandy Makel comes from the back and levels Manny and Kirsta with a plaster cast shot to the back of the heads. He grabs Knight and throws him into the steel barricade. The crowd are going insane as Sandy holds up his hand for a seething Angel to see.
SC: The plan has backfired!
SJ: No!!!! Sandy why!!!
As Angel berates Makel, Cross gets to his feet and spins Angel around and delivers a 'Re-Liberation' the crowd go insane as Cross leaps onto Angel and pounds his face into the mat. Finally the Champion gets onto his feet and grabs his World title he stands over the body of the challenger staring at Makel the referee for their match.
SC: Cross has sent a message! Makel has sent a message! My God Autumn Annihilation is going to live up to its name, its going to be insane...Middlesborough are you ready!!!
(END SHOW.)