DATE : Mon 6th October 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - Mellon Arena
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEKS CONTROVERSIAL MAIN EVENT FINISH WITH ONLEE AND WONG ONCE MORE PLAYING PARTS IN THE MATCH.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "WELCOME HOME EXILE" "GEORGIE SHOULD LEAD THE REVOLUTION" AND "R.I.P. HEADBUTT". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: Hello everyone and welcome to TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!! We are coming to you live from the sold out Mellon Arena in one of the most historic professional wrestling cities in the world Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Last week we saw the battle lines for AA9 being drawn ever more clearly. With issues between Mike Mitchell, Tremere, Dorian Wong and James Onlee taking centre stage. SJ: Wong and Onlee are the two most intelligent and devious minds in the TFWF outside of Fallen Angel and of course, me! SC: What? You couldn’t even work out how to get the trouser press in the hotel to work earlier. SJ: The instructions where all in Japanese how the hell was I supposed to work it? SC: It’s not rocket science! Anyway, never mind that. Folks, tonight we’ve got one of the biggest main event matches in Monday Night Mayhem history as Mike Mitchell, Tremere and the World Heavyweight Champion Sebastian Cross team up to take on the team of James Onlee, Fallen Angel and the TFWF Intercontinental Champion Dorian Wong! SJ: That match could headline a damn Pay Per View! The big question is, after last week, will Mitchell and Tremere be able to co-exist on the same team? Cause without them, Cross will have to take on Onlee, Wong and Angel himself and even he isn’t lucky enough to survive those odds. SC: Speaking of luck and odds, the man who holds the power in the TFWF at the moment, the Golden Ticket holder Sandy Makel is back in action tonight as he takes on the leader of Civil Unrest, Georgie Nickles. SJ: Makel is the man to beat and also the man that both Cross and Angel have their eye on. As far as the match tonight is concerned he’ll put Georgie firmly in her place, you can bet on that! SC: Last week we saw Phenom completely destroyed by Torch and tonight things get no easier for the big man as he defends the TFWF Hardcore Title against the co-leader of the POW Seth Black and the always dangerous, Jose Ramon. SJ: Ramon isn’t known for his hardcore wrestling skills, so this might be a tough night for the man who broke his sisters heart and the man who will break Exile’s neck at AA9 in that Last Man Standing match! Seth Black has been making giant strides since he took APB out. I see gold coming the way of the POW tonight! SC: In our second of three Title matches Exile puts the Light Heavyweight Title on the line against his partner from last week Torch. SJ: Wow, a battle of two total losers. Remind me I have a tax return to fill in, that match will be the perfect time to do it. SC: Will you stop! That is going to be another classic match. We had a classic moment last week with young Kent Clark winning his first TFWF gold as he captured the North American Title in a moment that will live long in the hearts of all our fans. SJ: Ugh, you’re going to make me sick! Clark might have got lucky last week but tonight, with Scorpio, Randall Dylan and Savage Youth coming for him, he can kiss that belt goodbye. SC: We’ve also got a real battle of the big men as the returning Tank takes on the rock superstar, only in his own mind, Aaron Roberts. SJ: Tank made his big comeback last week and we’re all supposed to be impressed? Aaron Roberts is a damn rock GOD! Now that is impressive and his win tonight will just prove that Aaron Roberts is going straight to the top. SC: And rounding out our card tonight it’s tag team action as Legion and Brandon Watkins take on POW co-leader Ness and Torin Justice. SJ: I like this team of Ness and Justice. Last week POW showed Torin that they could be the support he needs to really make an impact in the TFWF. Legion and Watkins won’t be able to handle the class of their opponents tonight. SC: It’s an action packed card and as we move towards AA9 anything can happen! *THEME FROM ROCKY PLAYS* (THE CROWD POP BIG AS KENT CLARK EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE AROUND HIS WAIST! HE SHADOW BOXES ON THE STAGE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, SLAPPING HANDS WITH THE FANS AS HE GOES!) SC: The youngest member of the TFWF roster and our newest North American Champion Kent Clark is here to celebrate! I’ve got to get a word with him! SJ: What the hell is with all this Kent Clark love? The kid is a total wiener! (SCOOP IS OUT OF HIS ANNOUNCER CHAIR AND CLIMBS INTO THE RING AS KENT CLARK HOPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THEN QUICKLY CLIMBS TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE. HE UNHOOKS THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE FROM AROUND HIS WAIST AND HOLDS IT UP IN THE AIR FOR ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP. HE HOPS BACKWARDS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND LANDS NEXT TO SCOOP WHO HAS A MIC IN HAND.) SC: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the NEW North American Champion, Kent Clark!! (THE CROWD POP BIG AGAIN AS CLARK SMILES A MILE WIDE.) KC: Thank Scoopster! It’s great to be here and to be the new North American Champion! This means more to me than any high score I’ve ever got! SC: It was a very impressive win last week Kent. How does it feel to be a modern day Rocky Balboa? KC: Well this might not be Philly but at least it’s Pennsylvania so that’s something I guess! All I know is the game Rocky sucked on the GameCube! Fight Night was much better! (THE CROWD POP AND LAUGH AS SCOOP LOOKS ON CONFUSED.) KC: I just wanted to come out here tonight to let everyone know that I am going to be the most fighting North American Champion in TFWF history. I will defend the Title against all my challengers later tonight, Scorpio, Dylan, Save Youth, I’ll beat them all. (KENT SHADOW BOXES AGAIN AS SCOOP FOLLOWS UP WITH ANOTHER QUESTION.) SC: Uh, Kent, don’t forget about Tank, Torin Justice and Aaron Roberts, they’re also all gunning for your North American Title! KC: They are?! Oh man… (KENT IS GULPING LIKE CRAZY AS HE JUST REALISES THE SIZE OF THE TASK HE HAS UP AGAINST HIM.) *COCHISE BY AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (SUPER MONSTER CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA COMES UNGLUED AS THE CURRENT NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE WORLD TITLE AND THE ACTING CEO OF THE TFWF EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH A LOOK OF MURDER ON HIS FACE.) SJ: Haha! Looks like the boss is here to break up this little love in between Clark and Scoop! You better get out of there Scoop, you know how much Fallen Angel loves kicking your ass these days! (ANGEL MARCHES DOWN THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING AS SCOOP AND CLARK LOOK ON. HE SNEERS AT THEM AND REMOVES A MIC FROM HIS SUIT JACKET POCKET.) FA: Scoop, get the hell out of my ring before I snap your pencil neck! (THE TFWF ANNOUNCER DOESN’T NEED TOLD TWICE AS HE QUICKLY DIVES OUT THE RING AND BACK TO THE SAFETY OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE. ANGEL TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO KENT CLARK WHO LOOKS VERY WORRIED BUT READY TO FIGHT.) FA: And you, what the hell are you still doing here? You won your first little Title did you? Well whoop de doo little man. You’re looking at a SIX time World Heavyweight Champion and your boss. So get the hell out of my ring before I hurt you. (CLARK SHAKES HIS HEAD ‘NO’ AND STEPS UP TO FALLEN ANGEL. ANGEL SNEERS AND SWINGS A RIGHT HAND AT CLARK WHO DUCKS OUT THE WAY AND NAILS FALLEN ANGEL WITH A DROP KICK TO THE CHEST! ANGEL IS STAGGERED BACK AGAINST THE ROPES AS CLARK CHARGES. BUT ANGEL IS WAITING WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT THAT TURNS CLARK 360 IN MID AIR AND KNOCKS HIM OUT COLD. ANGEL DRAGS CLARK UP BY THE HAIR AND THROWS HIM OUT OF THE RING, OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR. THE CROWD HEAT IS INTENSE AS ANGEL THROWS THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE DOWN ONTO CLARK AND THEN PICKS THE MIC BACK UP.) FA: Now the trash has been taken out, it’s time to talk about something more important. Later tonight the most devastating three man team will be formed. Dorian Wong, James Onlee and Fallen Angel. We are what nightmares are made of and that is just what we will prove to be for Cross, Mitchell and Tremere. (MORE HUGE CROWD HEAT.) FA: I intend on making a statement tonight when I win that match. All the talk is about Makel and his Golden Ticket. Well fuck him and fuck his Golden Ticket. I am still the boss…I am still the best and come AA9 I will be the SEVEN time World Heavyweight Champion…so Mitchell, Tremere and Cross get ready…because tonight we unleash hell! (MORE INTENSE CROWD HEAT.) FA: Last week Sebastian Cross gave me one week to come up with the stipulation for our World Title match at AA9. I said that was the biggest mistake he has ever made and tonight I prove that to be the case. Cross, you think you’ve got it all worked out don’t you? Walk into AA9, beat me and then worry about Sandy Makel? Well that isn’t how this story is going to play out. You don’t leave AA9 Cross and you certainly don’t leave it World Champion. Makel is going to be my problem and I’ll enjoy dealing with him in time. Right now, this is all about you and me and trust me, when AA9 is over you are going to remember the name Fallen Angel for the rest of your pathetic little life. (MORE BIG CROWD HEAT.) FA: Cross, AA9 isn’t going to be about blood, it isn’t going to be about violence and fury, we’ve done all that. No, AA9 is going to be about the one thing I know I am better than you at…it’s going to be about wrestling. It’s going to be about who is the best wrestler over the course of an hour. That’s right Cross, I’m making this match a 60 Minute Iron Man Match!!! (HUGE CROWD REACTION FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THIS MASSIVE MATCH.) FA: That’s right you smart ass little son of a bitch. I broke you when I put you back behind that mask and now at AA9 I am going to break your body, your spirit and your very soul. You and me Cross, no distractions, no interference, no weapons or gimmicks, a true test of who is the better wrestler, a true test of who wants it more. 60 Minute Iron Man Match Cross…the worst hour of your life is coming…and from that fact little man…escape is not an option… (ANGEL DROPS THE MIC AND QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY OUT THE RING AS HIS MUSIC PLAYS.) SC: WOW!!! What a main event match for AA9!! Sebastian Cross defends the World Heavyweight Title against Fallen Angel in a sixty minute Iron Man Match!! SJ: It’s just like Angel said, now it’s time to truly find out which one of them is the better man and I know who I’m putting my money on! SC: Cross isn’t known for his wrestling ability or his stamina, but if there’s one man with the will to win and survival instinct to last sixty minutes against Fallen Angel and win, it’s the World Heavyweight Champion. SJ: Angel will tear him apart piece by piece! SC: Well what a blockbuster announcement for AA9. Ok folks, let’s go to the ring for our first match of the night! [HYPE VIDEO: CROSS VS. ANGEL WORLD TITLE MATCH AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9, 60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH] (RINGSIDE.) Legion/Brandon Watkins vs Ness/Torin Justice (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'PASSIVE' - A PERFECT CIRCLE PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. TORIN JUSTICE WALKS ONTO THE RAMP AND LOOKS AROUND WITH A MENACING GRIN ON HIS FACE BEFORE GOING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New Orleans, Louisianna...weighing 230 pounds...Torin Justice!!! SC: Torin Jusitce a man who has caught the eye of the P.O.W. has been on a roll in the T.F.W.F., Snoop you were mentioning earlier something about him already been in a position to challenge for the North American title? SJ:He has beaten some big names Scoop and I think Justice is about to be served on the T.F.W.F.! JH: And his partner... *'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 has also equally made a major impact since he joined the T.F.W.F., Snoop and tonight of course setting out the stall for the P.O.W.. SJ: The P.O.W. is a completely changed place Scoop...a feeling of revolution, of patriotism, of success...echos through the hallowed halls of any place we go... SC: Ok... SJ: LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY!!!!!!!! SC: Be quiet... JH: And their opponents... *'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: Legion looking to get that T.F.W.F. career on tracks folks and of course the whole controversy over Black Death's current health status waging in his mind. SJ: I think he just wants a Bit of Black Death booty...you know Legion claims to be one, but many! SC: Your an idiot... JH: And his partner... *'GHOST OF YOU' - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE PLAYS* (SMALL 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...Brandon Watkins!!! SC: Brandon and Georgie know they have their work cut out for them looking at those Tag Team titles and with potentially Black/Ness, BD/Legion also in the picture its anyones ball game. SJ: Ball game...I bet Legion would love that. SC: So you have decided Legion is a homosexual based on what exactly... SJ: Snoop Gay-Dar! SC: (groans.) SJ: It just went off when you groaned... FINISH...Good opening match. Legion and Watkins despite not teaming much with one another look solid in their opening bout, however, it seems Torin Justice and Ness are a lot more in tune with quick tags and a wealth of experience on their side. The turning of the match comes when Legion tags in from Watkins whom has built the team some momentum with some of his aerial arsenal, Legion does not see a blind tag made by Ness to Torin Justice...Justice gets on the top rope and when Ness reverses an Irish whip hits Legion with an unexpected double axe handle, with Legion dazed, Justice nails the 'Desolation Driver' a three count later and the P.O.W. pick up a vital win. Winners, via pinfall: Ness & Torin Justice Match Time: 7m39s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match Ness and Justice display a P.O.W. stance with the win affirming Justice as the newest member. Manny Rodriguez enters through the curtain knowing full well Ness, Legion and Watkins are all looking for their agendas to threaten the Novas, before he makes his way to the back. (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL’S OFFICE WHERE HE’S SIGNING OFF ON A FEW FORMS CONCERNING THE APPARENT DEATH OF HEADBUTT MCHAGGIS LAST MAYHEM. THE FORMS LOOK TO BE PART OF SOME MEDIA STATEMENT ABOUT IT WHEN SUDDENLY, THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. A VERY MANNISH WOMAN… OR MAYBE A VERY WOMANLY MAN, ANGEL CAN’T TELL… SOON WALKS INTO VIEW OF THE CAMERA. ) BJ: Mr. Angel, sir? My name is Bradley Jerksun, and I handle the TFWF website? (ANGEL NARROWS HIS EYES AND DROPS HIS PEN.) FA: Okay. And what the fuck do you want? BJ: Sir, someone’s been trying to hack our official site. Now, trust me, when it comes to hacking and random accusations, I’m your guy – uh, girl. In any case, I think it’s someone on our roster. FA: Wait, you come barging in here about that? The website? Look, get the fuck outta here before I— (BEFORE ANGEL CAN FINISH, THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN AND IT’S A FRUSTRATED JAYDEN KNIGHT, TRYING TO ELUDE A SWARM OF PHOTOGRAPHERS. HE SHUTS THE DOOR AND SHOVES JERKSUN OUT OF THE WAY.) JK: Fuckin’ hell, Angel… you give some ginger bitch a “Star Destroyer” and now everyone’s on your ass. (IGNORING JERKSUN, ANGEL SMIRKS AT JAYDEN.) FA: Well, Knight, you’ll be glad to know you and Manny aren’t legally responsible for what happened to McHaggis last week. That idiot Scot signed the waiver – he knew what he was getting himself into. JK: So, it’s cool? We’re off the hook? (ANGEL NODS AS JAYDEN SHOOTS A DISGUSTED LOOK AT JERKSUN.) JK: TCK, bitch. Recognize. FA: JK, this is Chad Something-Or-Other. Help him out, will you? This nerd says someone’s been trying to hack the TFWF website. JK: Georgie Nickles. (BRAD AND ANGEL LOOK OVER AT JAYDEN, WHO HAS AN ANGRY GLARE ABOUT HIM. BRAD PIPES UP.) BJ: You think it’s her? Cool! Okay, I say we go on-line and let EVERYONE know that if she’s go— (OUTTA NOWHERE, KNIGHT EXPLODES WITH A “JK-47” THAT KNOCKS JERKSUN OUT COLD. KNIGHT LOOKS OVER TO ANGEL THEN BACK TO BRADLEY BEFORE SHAKING HIS HEAD.) JK: God, I fuckin’ hate geeks. FA: You really think it’s Nickles? (KNIGHT SMIRKS.) JK: Angel, do I really need a reason to go after that busted-lookin’ skeez? FA: Fair enough, Knight. Go find her. (THE SCENE FADES WITH ANGEL SNEERING AT THE KNOCKED OUT JERKSUN ON THE FLOOR.) (ELSEWHERE...) (THE CAMERA OPENS UP ON A SHOT OF MAHONEY MACMILLIAN STANDING WITH AARON ROBERTS. ROBERTS IS SPORTING HIS FAMOUS SUNGLASSES AND ROCKSTAR TYPE ATTIRE. MAHONEY BEGINS HIS LINE OF QUESTIONS TO ROCKSTAR AARON ROBERTS.) MM: Aaron Roberts, can I get your feelings on the North American title and its current holder, Kent Clark? AR: You know, Mac, I’ve been somewhat inspired by Kent Clark as of late. MM: You mean how he’s been on a winning streak lately? AR: Wait…what? No, God no. That’s ridiculous. I meant how he’s obsessed with that Rocky movie. It’s lame, I know, but inspirational none the less. You know that statue at the top of that big set of steps or whatever? Well, if you remember correctly a bit ago there was a statue of Michael Jackson that was set afloat down the river Thames in London. I think we could use a recreation of that right here in Pittsburgh, but not that lame. I’m thinking “The Rockstar” Aaron Roberts floating down the Monongahela River right here in Pittsburgh. MM: Wow…that sounds awful…ly expensive. Yes expensive. AR: Expensive? No. There is no expense too large for a rockstar, and you know that’s exactly what I am. (AARON ROBERTS THAN STRUTS OFF FROM VIEW, LEAVING MAHONEY NEARLY SPEECHLESS. JUST AS ROBERTS IS GONE, RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ON TO THE SCENE AND GRABS THE MICROPHONE FORCEFULLY FROM MAC. HE BRINGS IT TO HIS NOSE AND INHALES DEEPLY WHICH LEAVES A HUGE SMILE OVER HIS FACE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Jayden Knight on the war path backstage it seems the Rebel Child known as Georgie Nickles has been taking her political platform to the internet. SJ: Whoever heard of wrestlers using the internet to say what they want to say. SC: Sounds a bit like that e-fedding craze... SJ: What the fuck is that? SC: Nevermind...up next Aaron Roberts will have to put his thoughts on the 'Rockstar River Float' to one side...cause Big Bad Tank just ain't going to care... Tank vs 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...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! SC: A potential prelude to two other men seeking that North American title here in the form of Roberts vs. Tank. SJ: Look at the women swooning Scoop...swooning over this rock icon who pisses on legends such as Sting, Billy Joel and Right Said Fred. JH: And his opponent... *'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...Tank!!! SC: Tank is back in a T.F.W.F. RING! WOHOO! SJ:GAY-DAR ALERT... FINISH...An extremely close contest from two wrestlers very much on form at the moment. Roberts has early troubles dealing with the raw power of the man known as Tank who seems hell bent on making the rest of the T.F.W.F. pay for losing the belt to Dylan, where as Roberts is able to allow Tank's momentum to slow down before he finds a calculated way back into the match. The shift in momentum comes when Randall Dylan makes an apperance from the backstage area, seeing an earlier fascination with Aaron comes to mind as the T.A.T. springs to life with a action figure of Aaron floating in a bath tub with a rubber ducky and Dylan being a weirdo pervert bathing in it. Roberts doubles over and starts to puke in the middle of the ring, as the referee tries to stop Dylan getting to Roberts, Scorpio slinks through the crowd and nails Tank from behind with a swinging neck breaker, Roberts falls helplessly onto Tank and covers him for the three in a match which was very close to call. Winner, via pinfall: Aaron Roberts Match Time: 12m50s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars After the match Tank gets on his feet and goes for Scorpio who high tails it over the guard rails, when Tank comes around he is met by Randall Dylan who sends him crashing into the steel steps with a big boot. Randall gets into the ring and mounts Aaron Roberts before he begins massaging his body. When Aaron comes around he screams like mad as Dylan smiles picks him up and delivers a 'Dylan Driver' SC: The Freak Randall Dylan has served notice to those involved in the North American title scene Snoop... SJ: I think I am cancelling my massage with that 'Dylan company' next week... (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO THE P.O.W. LOCKER ROOM WITH NESS, SETH BLACK, AND TORIN JUSTICE IN A SORT OF BRIEFING MEETING WITH SOME PROSPECTIVE MEMBERS AND VARIOUS TFWF PRODUCTION CREWMEMBERS. WE HEAR A TON OF BOO’S FROM THE CROWD TONIGHT AS THE P.O.W LOOK TO BE DEEP INTO THE BRIEFING. TORIN JUSTICE FINALLY STANDS UP, GAINING AN AUDIENCE.) TJ: Some might say I was lost before joining the P.O.W., but I disagree. I knew who I was… I just found that I wasn’t alone. You see… people misconstrue this group as just a collection of new wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves. Well, you know what I say? Fuck the names. They may go down in history, but it’s the actions attributed to those names that put them in the books for future generations to see. Men like Seth Black and Ness? Myself? We believe in one thing: chaos brings order. You want a reform? You want to see the TFWF shaken up? The Patriots of Wrestling are the powder keg. And we’re looking for the matches. (NESS AND BLACK SMIRK TO EACH OTHER BEFORE STANDING UP THEMSELVES.) NS: You’re damn right, Justice. Because ladies and gentlemen, there’s a new era abound for the Patriots. APB? Back on the shelf like the expired piece of shit he is. And James Matthews? That mouthy prick is right alongside ‘em. SB: You see, those two were the first to know what we’re capable of – what we’re willing to do to treasonous scum. So to everyone watching, look deep into your souls, and ask yourself this question: are you with us, or against us? (JUSTICE SNEERS.) TJ: God help you if you’re on the other side… (THE GROUP IN ATTENDANCE HOOT AND HOLLER WHEN SUDDENLY THE MASSIVE BLACK DEATH AND LEGION WALK INTO VIEW. THE CHEERING STOPS AS JUSTICE STEPS UP, BUT BLACK AND NESS HOLD HIM BACK BEFORE WALKING UP TO BD AND LEGION THEMSELVES.) NS: What’d I tell you, civilian? You got a problem? (BLACK DEATH AND LEGION SHARE A LOOK BEFORE TURNING BACK TO NESS.) BD: Best not get too comfortable, boys. LG: We’ve got our sights on you. (ALL FIVE MEN HAVE A STAREDOWN AS WE FADE OUT.) (THE ACTION GOES RIGHT TO THE RING WHEN SUDDENLY, “THE GOOD LIFE” BY KANYE WEST BEGINS TO PLAY. THE ENTIRE ARENA POPS MAD FOR THEIR HOMETOWN HERO, EXILE, AS HE SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY OUT TO THE RING WITH ROADBLOCK IN TOW. REACHING OUT TO SLAP A FEW MORE FANS’ HANDS AS USUAL, EXILE TAKES HIS TIME AS HIS BUDDY IS ABSOLUTELY GOING CRAZY FOR HIS FRIEND. THE PITTSBURGH CROWD IS STILL GOING CRAZY AS EX FINALLY MAKES IT INTO THE RING. ROADBLOCK TOSSES HIM A MICROPHONE FROM THE OUTSIDE AND GIVES HIM A THUMBS-UP, TAKING A SEAT NEXT TO THE RING ANNOUNCER. CLEARLY… IT’S EXILE’S TIME TO SHINE HERE, TONIGHT.) EX: Okay, guys – NOW you’re on television. (THE CROWD LAUGHS AS MANY OF THE FANS HERE WERE AT A HOUSE SHOW ONLY DAYS BEFORE.) EX: Look, I know you came out here probably expecting more jokes, and jokes, and jokes – but the truth of the matter, is that right now, I’m home. Right now, I’m where I need to be. RIGHT NOW, I’m in the GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD – PITTSBURGH, P.A.! (HUGE CROWD POP FOR EXILE WHO BEGINS WALKING AROUND THE RING, ACKNOWLEDGING SIGNS FOR HIM AND CIVIL UNREST.) EX: And everyone who’s got one of them newfangled computer machines with those crazy internets knows what’s up with me. Things aren’t too good, and I know I’ve made some mistakes. I won’t go into ‘em now, even if it’s been widely publicized in magazines and TMZ… but I just wanted to know that you guys have my back. I wanted to know that that all of this… from the music, to the lights, to everything… isn’t in vain. Now, I say this, because we’ve got a very special guest in the house tonight. All of you out here... (EXILE THEN WALKS OVER TO THE NEAREST CAMERAMAN AND POINTS INTO THE LENS.) EX: And all of you out there… I want you to meet… my mom. (THE TA-TRON LIGHTS UP WITH THE IMAGE OF EXILE’S MOTHER STANDING IN THE FRONT ROW AT RINGSIDE. SHE LOOKS A LITTLE NERVOUS, MAYBE EVEN EMBARRASSED AT THE ATTENTION SHE’S GETTING AS SHE’S COAXED BY HER SON TO COME INTO THE RING. EXILE GESTURES FOR SOME OF THE SECURITY TO HELP HER OVER THE BARRICADE AS THE CROWD POPS AGAIN. SHE CAREFULLY MAKES HER WAY INTO THE RING AS EXILE SMILINGLY LOOKS ON.) EX: Now, Mom – I know this isn’t exactly what you’d planned for me. In fact, you downright hate what I do. But please, will you take a look around? Really, just look and listen to everyone here. Listen to them cheering! (THERE’S AN AWKWARD SILENCE AS EXILE CLEARS HIS THROAT BEFORE MIMICKING A CROWD NOISE.) EX: Exile, Exile, Exile… (THE CROWD LAUGHS AND FOLLOWS SUIT, COMING OUT WITH A HUGE CHANT FOR THE HOMETOWN BOY. EXILE GRINS AND ROLLS HIS EYES A BIT, GIVING THE CROWD A THUMBS-UP.) EX: C’mon, people – earn your twenty bucks. (THEY LAUGH AGAIN AS EXILE TURNS TO HIS MOTHER, ALMOST PLEADINGLY.) EX: This is what I do, Ma. And… and with everything that’s going on right now, I can’t let it go. Not now. Not ever. And I’m telling you this, not to be a terrible son, but to be a strong one. One who’ll stand up for what he believes in, because you’re a great mother who taught me how important it was to be that way. (EXILE’S MOTHER SIGHS, SHAKING HER HEAD SLIGHTLY.) EX: I know, okay? I know you’re scared. But this is who I am. What I do. And I’m not stopping. I love you, Mom. (HE BLOWS OUT A HARD BREATH AND HANDS HIS MOTHER THE MICROPHONE. SHE LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT AT FIRST, BUT EVENTUALLY LOOKS HER SON IN THE EYE. THERE’S THE SMALLEST HINT OF A GRIN ON HER FACE, BUT WHAT IT’S ABOUT SEEMS AMBIGUOUS AT BEST. SHE BRINGS THE MICROPHONE UP TO HER MOUTH…) MA: Chris, I— (SUDDENLY, “HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO” BLASTS OVER THE SPEAKERS TO SOME MASSIVE HEAT AS NONE OTHER THAN JOSE RAMON BUSTS OUT FROM THE ENTRANCE RAMP WITH A MICROPHONE IN HAND. THE BOO’S ARE INSANE AS HIS VOICE TRIES TO CUT THROUGH THE HEAT.) JR: Hate to break up this charming little mother-daughter moment we’ve got here… but let’s face it: no one gives a SHIT about this. We all know what everyone’s here for, they wanna see JOSE RAMON trounce a couple of losers and win the TFWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! (MORE HEAT FOLLOWS AS RAMON SHRUGS IT OFF. EXILE, MEANWHILE, LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO EXPLODE.) JR: Now Chris, Exile, whatever – I do think it’s really sweet that you brought your mom out here and everything? But why the hell are you lying to her on national television? You make this business sound like there’s nothing wrong with it when you and I BOTH KNOW, that even though these Pittsburgh jackasses boo the shit outta ME, YOU’RE the real bad guy in all of this. You get some broad pregnant, cheat on MY SISTER, then come out here and pretend to be some nice guy? You’re a slimeball! And the sooner Mama Exile gets that through her fat little head, the sooner she can get back to whatever trailer she lives in and fry some more bologna before “Maury” comes back on. (EXILE’S MOM LOOKS BACK UP TO EXILE, WHO UNCONSCIOUSLY RIPS THE MIC AWAY FROM HIS OWN MOTHER.) EX: Ramon, you son of a— JR: I’m just tellin’ her the truth, brother-man! You wanna be the ‘good guy?’ Screw you! Ms. Exile? Whatever the hell your name is? Your son’s a sorry excuse for a human. Way to go. EX: HEY! Who the HELL do you think you— JR: I’m JOSE RAMON, you little bitch! And guess what? You’re NOT, so try not to be too jea— (AND IT’S RIGHT HERE THAT THE GARBAGE BEGINS FLYING INTO ONTO THE STAGE. A CUP OF SODA SOARS THROUGH THE AIR AND SMACKS RAMON RIGHT IN THE HEAD. HE NARROWS HIS EYES AND GRITS HIS TEETH, WIPING SOME OF THE SODA OFF OF HIS FACE.) JR: I fucking hate Pittsburgh… (RAMON WALKS OFF, DROPPING THE MICROPHONE AS EXILE STARES DAGGERS INTO HIM. EXILE EVENTUALLY CALMS DOWN AS THE CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING HIS NAME. HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH, SMILES FOR THE CROWD AND THE CAMERAS, BUT EVENTUALLY TURNS BACK TO HIS MOTHER – SHE’S CRYING.) [HYPE VIDEO: EXILE VS. JOSE RAMON AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9 IN A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH.] (RINGSIDE.) SC: An emmotional mother of Exile here tonight Snoop... SJ: It happens to women of her age its called menapause... SC: WILL YOU STOP! TITLE - North American Kent Clark (c) vs Scorpio vs Randall Dylan vs Savage Youth (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'THE GREATEST MAN THAT EVER LIVED' - WEEZER PLAYS* (CULT CROWD POP. SAVAGE YOUTH WALKS ONTO THE STAGE UP TO HIS USUAL ANTICS ON THE WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Uncle Bunghole and Robbo Teddy...from somewhere cool...weighing in at 224 pounds...Savage Youth!!! SC: Not even signed to a T.F.W.F. contract, the VWF's own Savage Youth could be taking the gold back to VWF land! SJ: I was thinking of bringing Snuggles my Teddy just in case Robbo Teddy tries anything... JH: Introducing... *’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…he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Randall Dylan!!! SC: 3 time holder of that belt and resident T.F.W.F. stalk machine! SJ: If Randall Dylan could have sex with a belt it would be this 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: Milana looks a little worried at ringside Snoop...as she surveys Randall Dylan. SJ: It must be hard for her with so many studs after her bod...including me! JH: And finally... *'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...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...'The 8-Bit Kid' Kent Clark!!! SC: Kent had his problems earlier tonight, but right now this crowd is firmly behind him. SJ:Behind him suddering in fear at the pain thats going to be dished out to this little twerp pants! FINISH... A fast paced match as Youth and Clark seem to be somewhat over awed by the likes of the weirdo Dylan and the S-Factor known as Scorpio. Scorpio takes control early on Clark bullying him around the ring a little, but Savager Youth accidentally headbutts Scorps in the balls when trying to get up from a Dylan choke bomb. Scorps has his crown jewels in jeporady on the outside sees Youth and Clark battle off the tougher Dylan getting the crowd firmly behind them. But its Milana who ends up being a key factor as she hands Scorpio a metal bar, Scorpio nails Clark in the head with it when the ref's back is turned. Scorpio covers Clark for one, then two, but Tank bursts out from the crowd and pulls Scorpio off of Clark. Tank then proceeds to powerbomb Scorpio through the announce table...then Roberts and Torin Justice hit the ring and a complete mele ensues. Savage Youth looks from instructions from Uncle Bunghole, when Dylan grabs him and nails the 'Dylan Driver' nobody can stop the pin with all the fighting on the outside, with Scorpio cursing his luck Tank interfered. Winner, via pinfall and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Randall Dylan Match Time: 12m08s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: More controversy over the state of the North American title there Snoop... SJ: I tell you whoever has that belt is a damned marked man plain and simple. SC: Speaking of marked men, both Exile and Torch have had their shares of ups and downs recently...but tonight with the gold on the line...how will they fair? TITLE - Light-Heavyweight Exile (c) vs Torch (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *’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: He got the win for his team last week and now this week after snapping on Mayhem on Exile, Torch and he meet for the LHW title. Torch a little unhinged with this feud between him and Phenom. SJ: Only because he knows Phenom is the true Hardcore wrestler of the T.F.W.F.. 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: Not as much strut in the walk of Exile at the moment. He has got so much going on in his head I imagine Snoop that the Light-Heavyweight title is going to hang in the balance this week. SJ: Both these guys are fucking nut jobs. I hope someone just takes them both out ASAP. FINISH...Exile and Torch show a little bit of bad blood from last week as both men start out with a shoving match back and forth. The constant in the match is Torch's attention to grounding the aerial expertise of Exile, which doesn't play into his hands too often, he finds himself on the end of a few moves maybe even the veteran didnt anticipate...finally when Torch looks to levy his way back into the contest, Exile nails the 'Outcast' he makes a cover and grabs a three count. Post the match, Torch extends a hand nodding his head in appreciation of Ex's victory. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Exile Match Time: 11m49s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BY ON THE INTERVIEW SET. THE CAMERA THEN PANS OUT TO REVEAL MIKE MITCHELL STANDING ON THE INTERVIEW NEXT TO HIM TO A MASSIVE POP FROM THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND, A STERN EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE AS MAHONEY BEGINS THE INTERVIEW.) MAC: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, ‘The Purist’ Mike Mitchell, we’ve requested this interview time to see if we can maybe shed some light on what took place last week, the growing tensions between yourself and Tremere and of course the involvement of Dorian Wong and James Onlee for reasons that have not yet been determined. Mike, last week we saw the attacks inflicted upon both yourself and Tremere backstage, and yet you both showed tremendous character by going out later that night to compete in the main event. However, once again we saw the intervention of Wong and Onlee, the blind attack on Tremere that put him out of the match and awarded you a tainted victory so to speak. Understandably, when the match was over you tried to approach Tremere to find out what had happened, and for your troubles you fell victim to the ‘Heaven’s Exile’. Now, going in tonight against Wong, Onlee and of course Fallen Angel as well, how do you think you will fair tonight? (MIKE REMAINS STONEFACED AS HE REFLECTS UPON THE QUESTION. FINALLY, HE SPEAKS UP.) MM: Mahoney, let me put this bluntly: I don’t work with people that I don’t respect… And I do not respect Tremere. So if you wanna ask me ‘what are the odds’, then the fact is they aren’t especially good Macmillan, but I’ve never put too much stock in the odds to begin with. Win or lose, tonight the revolution will continue to press forward and do what we have to do to break through the iron curtain, and that’s all I’ve got to say aboot that. (IN THE BACKGROUND THE CROWD LETS OUT A MASSIVE CHEER AS MAHONEY LOOKS READY TO WRAP THINGS UP WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN MIKE’S EYES CATCH ONTO SOMETHING OFF-SCREEN AND MAHONEY STOPS. HE LOOKS A LITTLE CONFUSED, BUT AS HE FOLLOWS MIKE’S GAZE HIS EYES GO WIDE AS SEBASTIAN CROSS WALKS ONTO THE INTERVIEW SET, WORLD TITLE DRAPED ACROSS HIS SHOULDER, AND GOES NOSE-TO-NOSE WITH MIKE MITCHELL TO AN ENORMOUS OVATION IN THE CROWD.) SC: Mike, as much as I respect you I’m starting to get a little tired of hearing about this ‘revolution’ of yours, and to be honest I really want no part of it. I’ve never been part of any revolution, and look how far I’ve come on my own. So, much as I appreciate the back up, don’t expect me to return it when we’re done tonight. After tonight, my part in this fight is over. (THE STAREDOWN ENSUES BETWEEN THE TWO FAN FAVORITE ICONS, 2-TIME UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPIONS BOTH, AND THOUGH THE INTESITY BETWEEN THEM IS PALPABLE THE IS NO DOUBT OF THE MUTUAL RESPECT DESPITE THEIR CONFLICTING OPINIONS. CROSS TURNS TO LEAVE WHEN SUDDENLY MIKE REACHES OUT AND GRABS HIS SHOULDER AND THE CROWD LETS OUT AN AWED GASP, SENSING THAT THE DELICATE BALANCE BETWEEN THEM COULD SNAP AT ANY MOMENT. CROSS SLOWLY LOOKS DOWN AT THE HAND AND THEN FOLLOWS IT BACK TO LOOK BACK INTO MIKE’S FACE AS HE SPEAKS.) MM: Cross… You have to understand, that belt you wear across your shoulder is exactly why you will ALWAYS be a part of this fight. As long as you wear that belt, you’ve got a bullseye on your head from not only Angel and Makel but just aboot every man or woman in this company, and until we reset the order it’s gonna be all out mob rule. You and I both know what Angel’s capable of, and I can tell you he will never stop until we put a stop to him… But we need someone like you on our side Cross, someone who can hurt Angel as badly as he has hurt the rest of us… The revolution needs its champion Cross, and I’m convinced that champion is you. (ANOTHER MASSIVE CHEER GOES OUT IN THE BACKGROUND BUT IT QUICKLY TURNS TO AN AWED HUSH AS SEBASTIAN CROSS GRABS MIKES HAND AND TAKES IT OFF HIS SHOULDER. CROSS TURNS BACK TO MIKE AND THEY EYE EACH OTHER ONCE AGAIN, THE FRICTION BETWEEN THEM REACHING A FEVER PITCH WHEN CROSS CALMLY REPLIES.) SC: Sorry Mike, but I’m not the one you’re looking for; I work for myself and myself alone. And at AA9, when I’m done with Angel, I won’t need a revolution to get the job done. (CROSS TURNS AND LEAVE THE SET WITH THE CROWD CHEERING WILDLY IN THE BACKGROUND. MIKE WATCHES CROSS LEAVE AN BITES HIS LIP IN FRUSTRATION BEFORE LETTING OUT A HEAVY SIGH AND SHAKING HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY IN DISAPPOINTMENT.) (THE ACTION CUTS TO BACKSTAGE WHERE WE SEE JONNAH STREET WALKING THROUGH THE CORRIDORS, GARNERING A HUGE POP FROM THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND. SUDDENLY AS HE PASSES BY A HALF-OPEN DOOR HE STOPS AND BACKTRACKS TOO IT AS WE HEAR THE FAINT SOUND OF SOMEONE WEEPING FROM INSIDE. CURIOUS, JONNAH CAUTIOUSLY OPENS THE DOOR TO FIND OUT WHAT’S GOING ON AND AS THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM ALONG A NARROW HALL THAT LEADS TO THE BUILDING’S BOILER ROOM. IT IS DARK AND DANK INSIDE, BUT NEVERTHELESS JONNAH STREET CONTINUES TO FOLLOW THE SOUND OF THE WEEPING, THE SOUND GRADUALLY GETTING LOUDER AND SUDDENLY BEING BROKEN WITH A KIND OF GUTTURAL, ALMOST PORCINE SQUEAL. JONNAH IS A LITTLE SHAKEN BY THE SQUEAL BUT RATHER THAN TURN BACK HE URGES ON, STILL FOLLOWING THE SOUND OF THE SOBBING UNTIL FINALLY, SOMEWHERE IN THE DARKNESS WE SEE WHAT LOOKS LIKE A WOMAN IN BLACK CRADLING A BABY, AND HAVING HIS OWN RUN-INS WITH DORIAN WONG, JONNAH SPRINTS TO THE WOMAN IN FEAR FOR HER SAFETY KNOWING THAT WONG MADE HIS PRESCENCE FELT IN THE BOILER ROOM LAST WEEK, BUT WHEN HE FINALLY REACHES THE ‘WOMAN’ AND PUTS HIS HAND TO ‘HER’ SHOULDER WE SEE THAT IT IS ACTUALLY EATON GORE, WEARING A BLACK KILT AND CRADLING ANOTHER IN HIS ARMS – AN EXTREMELY LARGE KILT THAT MIGHT POSSIBLY BELONG TO A SHORT, OVERWEIGHT HEADBANGING SCOTSMAN. THE CROWD LAUGHS IN THE BACKGROUND AS JONNAH JUMPS A LITTLE AT THE REVELATION.) JS: JESUS CHRIST, GORE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE?! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK. (GORE WIPES HIS EYES WITH THE OVERSIZED KILT AND BLOWS HIS NOSE ON IT BEFORE HE REPLIES.) EG: Urgh… I just came down here to think for a while. I like to come here and relax and get in touch with my thoughts. JS: In a boiler room?! EG: What, you never been in a sauna? (STREET AND GORE JUST STARE AT EACH OTHER AWKWARDLY FOR A MOMENT – JONNAH WITH AN INCREDULOUS LOOK ON HIS FACE AND GORE WITH A VERY MATTER-OF-FACT MANNER. JONNAH DOES A FACEPALM AND SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF.) JS: Whatever man, can we just get out of here already. This place gives me the creeps. EG: Ok buddy, no sweat. JS: All this steam would seem to disagree with you. EG: Oh, well that’s no problem, you can just use this. (GORE WIPES THE SWEAT OFF HIMSELF WITH THE MCHAGGIS KILT AND THEN OFFERS IT TO JONNAH TO DO THE SAME TO A HUGE LAUGH IN THE BACKGROUND. JONNAH JUST STARES AT HIM WITH AN ‘ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS’ KIND OF LOOK BEFORE HE DECLINES. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY OUT OF THE BOILER ROOM, CONTINUING THEIR CONVERSATION AS THEY GO.) JS: So wait a second, that weeping and wailing that I heard from outside, that was YOU?! EG: Of course. I mean, it’s so tragic what happened to poor Headbutt last week, and right after our big victory. This kilt’s all I have left of him now… Hey, maybe I can dedicate the proceeds from Eaton Gore: The Movie to his memory! (GORE IS OFF ON A TANGENT NOW AND STARTS TO GET HIMSELF ALL WORKED UP AND SO FINALLY JONNAH TURNS TO HIM AND TRIES TO BRING HIM BACK TO EARTH, SPEAKING AS HE CONTINUES TO WALK THROUGH THE BOILER ROOM.) JS: Listen Gore, to be honest with you it’s not surprising that the guy got taken out. I mean, he really had no business being at ringside to begin with! (GORE IS STUNNED TO SILENCE FOR A MOMENT AND STOPS DEAD IN HIS TRACKS WHILE JONNAH CONTINUES WHEN SUDDENLY A MIGHTY ROAR GOES OUT.) EG: BLASPHEMY!!! (JONNAH REACHES THE BOILER ROOM DOOR AND IS ABOUT TO STEP THROUGH WHEN HE HEARS GORE AND STOPS DEAD, TURNING BACK TO FACE HIM AS GORE STORMS TOWARDS HIM.) EG: HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE NAME OF HEADBUTT MCHAGGIS! THE MAN WAS A GENIUS AND A VISIONARY! THE MAN WAS THE FUTURE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! JS: The man was a lard-assed midget who could’ve had a damned heart attack if he turned around too fast! EG: Take that back! Take it back right now before I bite your ears off! Then you’ll never get to enjoy Eaton Gore: The Musical! (TEMPERS ARE REALLY STARTING TO FLARE NOW, DESPITE THE ABSURDITY OF GORE’S ARGUMENTS AND JONNAH JUST TRIES TO BE AS BLUNT AND TO THE POINT AS HE CAN BE.) JS: See, this is your problem man, you don’t take anything seriously, and you don’t even seem to care about anything remotely normal! Like the European title! Where the hell is the belt?! EG: Hey, I’ll have you know I had that locked safely away in the upstairs locker room and I padlocked it in their myself! I even set the combination! JS: Oh yeah right, what was it, 1-2-3-4-5? (GORE STOPS FOR A MOMENT AND LOOKS LIKE HE’S BEEN CAUGHT OUT, BUT HIS EYES DART AND HE SUMMONS UP HIS BRAVADO TO TRY TO COVER HIMSELF BEFORE HE RESPONDS.) EG: Of course not! JS: Listen Gore, the fact is you’re not cut out to be European Champion, especially with somebody like Kirsta Lewis gunning for ya now. So let me make no bones about it brother, I’m gonna be coming to take that belt too. EG: What?! I thought this was about Kirsta and the revolution and all that hot jazz! JS: The revolution’s hanging in by a thread right now and we need more champions who can keep it from slipping away. That belt is the bait that’s gonna bring Kirsta to me so I can put her out of commission for good. Like it or not man, that’s the plan and I’m not letting it get screwed up. (WITH THAT JONNAH TURNS AWAY ONCE AGAIN AND STEPS THROUGH THE MAIN DOOR, LEAVING GORE DUMBSTRUCK FOR A MOMENT, BUT AGAIN GORE CHASES AFTER JONNAH AND CONFRONTS HIM JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR.) EG: Yeah, well guess what Jonnah, that’s just what I had planned all along anyway! (GORE GETS UP IN JONNAH’S FACE AND SHOVES HIM A FEW TIMES TRYING TO PICK A FIGHT BUT JONNAH JUST LIFTS HIM OFF HIS FEET AND UP AGAINST THE WALL, LOOKING INTO HIS FACE WITH FRUSTRATION AND TRYING TO KEEP HIS COOL. HE LETS GORE GO AND THE EURO CHAMP JUST SORT OF SLIDES DOWN THE WALL INTO A HEAP AS JONNAH WALKS OFF. VISIBLY ANGRY AT JONNAH AND HIMSELF, GORE STORMS BACK INTO THE BOILER ROOM, AND FROM BEHIND THE MAIN DOOR STEPS KIRSTA LEWIS WITH A WICKED SMIRK ON HER FACE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The growing tensions backstage from all forms of the Revolution, Mike and Cross sharing words and now it seems Street doesn't think Gore can get the job done either! SJ: Its doomed to fail Scoop, the sooner you realize that the better and the sooner this revolution gets off the back of T.C.K. accepts their fate and joins then the better...God I am sick of hearing this Bullshit... TITLE - Hardcore Phenom (c) vs Seth Black vs Jose Ramon (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'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 seem to have a joint focus on not only the Tag Team titles, but also taking P.O.W. to the next level. SJ: I wanna be a Patriot Scoop...I want to have red, white and blue boxer shorts! SC: As oppossed to brown? SJ: THAT WAS ONE TIME!!!! 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: Jose has that major Light-Heavyweight title match at the PPV after the successful defence of that belt by Exile earlier tonight Snoop. Can he be adding the Hardcore title to that match? SJ: Jose can do anything that he puts his mind to Scoop. In fact he can make the world turn with the click of his fingers! SC: That is totally absurd... JH: Introducing... *’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…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…Phenom!!! SC: Last week he and Ramon teamed, but it was Torch who got the big win for him and Exile in that one. So tonight, Phenom looking to consoldate that loss and move on Snoop. SJ: Fact is Torch was lucky last week...at Autumn Annihilation 9 he won't be so damn lucky Scoop. FINISH...One of the best matches of the night which sparked out three amazing contests on this Mayhem. Brutal to a finish sees Ramon taking some terrible abuse to his body as at one stage he is piledriven with a chair through a table by Phenom. With the youngster on seemingly his last legs, Black and Phenom duke it out with some of their own barbaric wrestling. Torch not impressed with what he has seen so far, comes to the ring and whacks a side of a cabinet over the head of Phenom, but he doesn't even go for the cover, instead he grabs a scok full of pool balls and repeatably whacks the shit out of Phenom's head. Black sensing the opportunity makes a reluctant referee count as he picks up the Hardcore title and high tails it out of there as EMTs and referee pull the mad man of Torch off of Phenom. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Seth Black Match Time: 16m04s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Folks some of the scenes of that Hardcore title match were a little hard to watch and we are sorry for anyone with small children. SJ: Or midgets... SC: Whats that got to do with anything? SJ: They are small as well...idiot... Georgie Nickles vs Sandy Makel (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (MAJOR ASS CROWD HEAT. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! SC: Mr. Golden Ticket is here folks and he has a message for the T.F.W.F. tonight and Georgie Nickles. SJ:Can you sense the fear Scoop...the fear radiating through Georgie Nickles in the back. She faces the form guide tonight! JH: And his opponent... *'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…Georgie Nickles!!! SC: A leader of people, a challenger for the Tag Team titles and now Georgie stands here knowing that a win over Mr. Golden Ticket could increase her stock tremendously. SJ: Not going to happen... FINISH...A great match which might well have Main Evented some PPVS. Nickles is put off by Makel's agressive nature to start the contest, but the never say die spirit of the Rebel Rouser sees her claw her way back into the match with some convinction. With Georgie seemingly turned momentum totally onto her side, it takes Makel scoring a 'Seven Out' from seemingly nowhere which picks him up the win. Makel slides out the ring wondering what hit him when Project Nova appear, no love lost for Makel they shove the 'Golden Ticket' winner to oneside, Makel relizing the odds doesnt retaliate much and grabs Selina and him out of there. The Novas get into the ring and look to finish off Georgie, when Watkins leaps the guard rail and nails them with a double drop kick saving Georgie. Nickles and Watkins then link hands and hit a beautiful spring board flip over the top ropes onto The Novas causing the T.F.W.F. crowd to chant 'Holy Shit' over and over again. Winner, via pinfall: Sandy Makel Match Time: 10m39s Match Rating: 4 Stars (BACKSTAGE.) (JAMES ONLEE IS ONCE AGAIN IN A DARKNED AREA OF THE BACKSTAGE AREA ON HIS KNEES PRAYING TO HIS GOD. THE CAMERA SHOWS HIM IN WHAT APPEARS TO BE IN A VERY DEEP TRANCE. FROM BEHIND HIM THOUGH, A DARK FIGURE APPEARS. JAMES EYES SHOOT OPEN AS HE SENSES SOMEONE THERE.) JO: Mr. Wong, what brings you here this evening? (DORIAN SMILES AS JAMES SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY ONE IN THIS COMPANY TO BE ABLE TO SENSE WHEN HE IS NEAR.) DW: What exactly do you think you were doing last week when you attacked Tremere? That was not apart of our agreement, Mr. Onlee. (JAMES CLOSES HIS EYES ONCE AGAIN AS DORIAN CONTINUES TO LOOM OVER HIM.) JO: Mr. Wong, please understand that my life’s purpose supersedes absolutely anything that our agreements may decide upon. I have problem working alongside you, Dorian, it’s just that the means must always justify the ends. (JAMES STANDS TO HIS FEET AND REMOVES A BOX OF MATCHES FROM HIS POCKET. HE TURNS TO FACE WONG AND PULLS A MATCH FROM THE PACKAGE AND STRIKES IT, LIGHTING IT UP. WONG AND ONLEE LOOK AT IT FOR A MOMENT BEFORE ONLEE PUTS IT OUT ON THE PALM OF HIS OWN HAND. DORIAN SMILES FROM EAR TO EAR MANIACLY AS JAMES DROPS THE USED MATCH AND WALKS OFF.) (WE CUT TO THE OFFICE OF FALLEN ANGEL BACKSTAGE. HE IS SITTING BEHIND HIS DESK WITH A GREY HAIRED MAN IN A BLACK SUIT SITTING OPPOSITE HIM. THERE ARE REAMS OF PAPER ALL OVER THE DESK AND THE MAN IN THE BLACK SUIT IS STUDYING SOME PAPERS INTENTLY. ANGEL SIGHS AND LEANS FORWARD WITH A CONCERNED LOOK ON HIS FACE.) FA: So come on Mr Franklin, you’re the lawyer, what do you think, can we make an action for Makel to reveal his target for the golden ticket? MF: Looking at the contract Mr Makel has with the TFWF, together with the contract all the participants signed for the said match, I would have to say our chances of success would be extremely unlikely. (ANGEL LEANS BACK AND EXHALES LOUDLY, RUNNING HIS HAND ACROSS HIS HEAD.) FA: So there’s no scope for taking this to Court? MF: Oh there’s scope. If you want to spend the next few years involved in litigation then by all means I can draft something. But you need this resolved before this AA9 event correct? FA: Correct. MF: Then no, there is nothing that can be done in the time scale specified. (ANGEL LEAPS TO HIS FEET AND LETS OUT A LOUD ROAR BEFORE BRINGING BOTH FISTS DOWN ONTO THE DESK SMASHING INTO THE WOOD. MR FRANKLIN NEARLY LEAPS OUT OF HIS SEAT IN FRIGHT AT THE EXPLOSION OF TEMPER FROM FALLEN ANGEL.) FA: God fucking damn it!! I’m the CEO of this company, I’ve got this match with Cross and I don’t know if Makel is going to play his hand before it or during it or right after it. Son of a fucking bitch!! MF: If there was something I could do, I would. FA: Oh sure, how do I know you’re not really working for Sandy Makel? How do I know what the hell is going on around here? MF: Mr Angel there is no way I would… FA: Shut up, just shut the fuck up and get out NOW!!! (THE LAWYER DOESN’T NEED TOLD TWICE AND HE IS UP AND OUT OF THE OFFICE IN AN INSTANT. ANGEL STANDS BREATHING HEAVILY AND LOOKING WILD EYED AS WE SLOWLY BACK OUT OF HIS OFFICE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Tense scenes backstage between Fallen Angel and the staff of the T.F.W.F. well lawyer... SJ: Lawyers suck...my one wont even return my calls. SC: Whats his name? SJ: Perry Mason... SC: (sigh) Lets go to Jaycee for the Main Event... Sebastian Cross/Mike Mitchell/Tremere vs Fallen Angel/Dorian Wong/James Onlee (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: Will Wong be able to watch the world burn Snoop? SJ: Probably standing on top of a Pumpkin Horse and carriage as he does it with Zebras pulling the way. He has a taste for the eccentric. SC: I think insane is the word your looking for... JH: And his partner... *’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: Crazy to a tee, he has been one of the most disturbing men in the history of the T.F.W.F. and now this unholy alliance with Dorian Wong...well the shivers are being sent down everyones spine. SJ: If you ask me they are going to inject a healthy dose of anarchy into the T.F.W.F.! JH: And their partner... *'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: Another up and down night tonight for the acting CEO of the T.F.W.F. he has made some decisions, but now its about the business in the ring. SJ: I just wish Sandy would make up his mind about that World title shot and put the boss out of his misery. JH: And their opponents… *’WEDDING NAILS’ – PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MAJOR ASS CROWD POP. THE WORDS ‘HARDCORE ICON’ APPEAR ON THE T.A.T. ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF HIS MOST BRUTAL MATCHES. TREMERE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY BOWED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 255 pounds… Tremere!!! SC: How can he and Mike Mitchell co-exsist tonight Snoop is beyond me. SJ: They can't and they won't...neither man has the ability to stop T.C.K.! JH: And his partner... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: He is staring down the man known as Tremere and you can feel the intensity in the air. An intensity which is like no other! SJ: Sexual? SC: idiot... JH: And their partner... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (EARTH SHAKING 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 Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: From all angles his enemies stand Snoop, yet the Champion is tall and precise...he is a man who wants nothing more than to take on all comers. SJ: I can gurantee you Makel is watching this backstage with great interest... FINISH...A match marred with much controversy as Mitchell and Tremere prove from the outset they just cannot exsist working with one another. Cross doesnt seem to be holding it together as Angel, Onlee and Wong pick apart their arguing opponents. When it seems the team is making some comebacks with good runs from Mitchell and Cross in turn, Tremere doesnt produce the goods on his run and is run over by Wong and Onlee's quick tag work. Finally sensing victory, Angel and Wong take it to Cross and Mitchell respectively on the outside. Tremere off form all night sucumbs to Onlee's 'Deliverance' and taps out. Winners, via submission: James Onlee, Dorian Wong & Fallen Angel Match Time: 17m23s Match Rating: 4 Stars SC: Now what has Onlee got in form for...OH MY GOD! MAKEL FROM THE BACKSIDE! Sandy Makel now in street clothes has leaped the barrier and nails Onlee out of action. He pulls Cross who has just planted Wong into the guard rails into the ring. He nails him with the 'Seven Out' and spins his dice, before he can even think about the pinfall Fallen Angel swipes the dice out of the ring with a fierce hand. He clotheslines Makel to the ground and tosses Cross out of the ring. Picking up Sandy Makel, Angel plants him with a powerbomb into the canvass. The final shot of the night fades on the famed Makel dice lyign in the carnage on the outside of the ring. (END SHOW.)