DATE : Mon 12th May 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Chicago, Illinois - United Centre
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEKS DRAMA WHICH SAW THE DRAMATIC RETURNS OF BOTH THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION AND THE EXTREME PLAYERS HEADLING DEATH OR GLORY AGAINST PROJECT NOVA IN A TLC 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 "TLC MATCH…WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF" "TREMERE IS INNOCENT" AND "EPSILON STOLE MY ICECREAM". 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 live from the sold out United Centre in Chicago, Illinois and we can promise you another fantastic and action packed night of the very BEST professional wrestling in the world today! We are one week away from what many TFWF fans are calling the biggest Monday Night Mayhem of all time and just a few weeks away from the 10th annual Death or Glory Pay Per View event! The temperature is rising, the summer is just around the corner and the heat is on here tonight in Chicago! SJ: The wrestling world is still abuzz after what happened on Mayhem last week. Without a doubt the biggest tag team match in the history of professional wrestling had just been signed, Mike Mitchell and Rhys Pect, The Flawless Connection, reformed to battle the current TFWF World Tag Team Champions, Jayden Knight and Manny Rodriguez, Project Nova at Death or Glory! SC: But two men had something different in mind! Two men who can stake a claim as the first super team here in the TFWF, two men who paved the way for The Flawless Connection and Project Nova, decided they wanted to do what they are famous for, steal the show and make the biggest impact possible!! SJ: And they did just that! Tiger Young and Da Gremlin, The Extreme Players! Back together for ONE NIGHT ONLY to make the Tag Team Title match at Death or Glory EVEN BIGGER! SC: That's right, the whole world sat up last week and took notice. At the 10th annual Death or Glory Pay Per View it'll be a Tag Team Title match with the three most successful and respected teams in TFWF history!! The Extreme Players versus The Flawless Connection versus Project Nova in a TLC match! SJ: Tag team wrestling just doesn't get any bigger or better than that! SC: No doubt about it. Folks there's an electricity around this arena here tonight that is hard to describe and have we've got a main event match for you! It's a huge 8 man tag team match as Sebastian Cross, Eaton Gore and The Flawless Connection take on the World Heavyweight Champion James Onlee, the Light Heavyweight Champion Jose Ramon and the Tag Team Champions, Project Nova!!! SJ: There's so many issues and so much gold in that match, it's going to have to be seen to be believed! SC: After his win against Iziah Hunter last week and with Cross rumoured to be suffering serious personal problems at the moment, I'm sure James Onlee is going to look to send a message to Fallen Angel ahead of their World Title match on May 19th! SJ: Angel showed last week that even a dying child can't effect him right now! He's focused and ready to take that World Title. SC: He better not forget about Sebastian Cross, that man can decide the destiny of the World Title on May 19th! Folks we hope to hear from Sebastian Cross later tonight to find out exactly what is happening with his family and why he had to leave the arena so suddenly last week. SJ: Oh it's just Cross being a drama queen as always. Who cares about him when there is gold on the line night tonight as Iziah Hunter defends the Hardcore Title against Tremere! SC: The issue between those two men has really intensified in recent weeks, is Tremere the one behind the kidnapping of Michael or is Iziah Hunter looking in the wrong place? SJ: Of course he is, Tremere is sick and twisted, everyone knows that! SC: We will also see Jackson and Aaron Roberts clash in a battle of the big men here tonight, that one should be a out right fist fight. SJ: Jackson laid out Kirsta Lewis last week and he'll do the same to that idiot Roberts here tonight. SC: All the Hardcore Haven are in action tonight as Torch and Phenom take on the Intercontinental Champion Kirsta Lewis and Skylar Kelly! SJ: There's been some tension with Torch and Kelly in recent weeks, but with all four of these wrestlers involved in that huge double title match at Death or Glory, I just don't know what is going to happen here tonight! SC: There's more than tension when it comes to the battle of Civil Unrest versus APB and his soldiers and the remaining four matches tonight involve those warring factions. APB takes on the sensational Ally Braddock. SJ: He dropped her face first on the steel steps last week, he'll do worse here tonight! SC: Exile defends his North American Title against the vicious James Matthews. SJ: Matthews smashed Exile's boy band features into mush last week, tonight he takes the North American Title! SC: Former North American Champion and Civil Unrest leader Georgie Nickles takes on Seth Black. SJ: Everyone knows Georgie is good, but she's not as good as Seth Black. Some people might think Black winning tonight will be a shock, I see it as inevitable! SC: And our opening contest of the night sees Kent Clark take on the perverted Randal Dylan! SJ: He's not a pervert, he just has…boundary issues! SC: He's sick and twisted and you know it. Well folks as you can tell we've got one hell of a packed card here tonight and if you thought last week was shocking and exciting, I'm sure tonight will be just as good, if not even better! It's TFWF Monday Night Mayhem and we're going to kick things off with…. *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (MONSTER HEEL HEAT. THE TA-TRON COMES TO LIFE WITH FALLEN ANGEL'S ENTRANCE VIDEO AND AS SMOKE FILLS THE STAGE THE MAN HIMSELF STRIDES OUT TO AN EVEN MORE INTENSE AND HATE FILLED CROWD REACTION. ANGEL IS DRESSED IN HIS 'ONLY TRUE TFWF ICON' T-SHIRT AND BLACK TROUSERS. HE STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP TAKING IN THE CROWD HEAT BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) SC: Not him. Anyone but him! How many weeks in a row is he going to come out and ruin the opening of the show? SJ: Ruin? What are you talking about? That man is the ONLY icon in the TFWF. He's the greatest and he's the next World Champion! You really need to learn some respect or you could be out of a job soon. SC: I'd rather be out of a job than be a butt sucker like you! After what he did last week to that poor sick child, just because he wasn't wearing his t-shirt, I'm disgusted he's out here tonight looking so happy with himself! SJ: Ah get over it you big girl! It's Fallen Angel, he's always happy with himself because he's the only true ICON! (ANGEL STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AS THE CROWD CONTINUE TO BOO HIM LOUDLY. HE SMIRKS AS HE RAISES THE MIC UP.) FA: Alright morons, settle down. It's time to pay the proper respect to the GREATEST in the history of the TFWF. It's time to bow down to the only true ICON of the TFWF. It's time to accept the fact that Fallen Angel is the biggest star of all time and I'm taking that World Title on May 19th and no one and nothing can stop me or distract me. (MORE MONSTER CROWD HEAT. ANGEL SNEERS BEFORE SPEAKING AGAIN.) FA: And if you don't believe me, why don't we take a look at what happened last week when some jumped up, ungrateful, bastard of a kid tried to upset me. (THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY AGAIN AS THEY KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO BE SHOWN ON THE TA-TRON. ANGEL TURNS TO THE SCREEN AS WE SEE THE FOOTAGE FROM LAST WEEK WHERE HE PUSHED A 'MAKE A WISH' KID OUT OF HIS WHEELCHAIR AND SMASHED HIS ACTON FIGURES, ALL FOR WEARING AN 'ICONIC' T-SHIRT AND NOT ONE OF ANGEL'S. ANGEL TURNS BACK TO THE CROWD AS THE FOOTAGE ENDS AND HE HAS TO SHOUT OVER THE MONSTROUS CROWD HEAT.) FA: What a shitty little loser. You know something? That kid is almost as much of a loser as the stinking cess pit of a city you people call home! (IT DOESN'T SEEM POSSIBLE BUT THE CROWD BECOME EVEN MORE IRATE AS ANGEL LAUGHS BEFORE CONTINUING.) FA: I mean come on, this city is such a dump. It's no wonder all your 'stars' don't want to associate with it. Look at Michael Jordon, he doesn't want to be a Bull anymore. Or the Cubs who couldn't win a pennant if their opponents where all gimped up and dying like that kid last week, or the Bears who haven't won a damn Superbowl for 20 years! What a bunch of a sad, pathetic pieces of shit! (SOME MEMBERS OF SECURITY HAVE TO MOVE TO THE FRONT OF THE RINGSIDE BARRIER AS A FEW FANS LOOK LIKE THEY ARE ABOUT TO JUMP THE BARRIER AND GO AFTER FALLEN ANGEL. HE LAUGHS OVER THE CROWD HEAT AND LEANS OVER THE ROPES.) FA: Let them go. Seriously, if you pricks think you could last two seconds in here with me than jump the barrier and let's go. (SECURITY IS ABLE TO HOLD THE FANS BACK AS ANGEL SHAKES HIS HEAD.) FA: I thought so. You're all pathetic, just like this city. You people need to understand, I'm the GREATEST this company has ever seen. I'm the only true ICON this company has ever produced and on May 19th I'm taking MY World Title back! (THE CROWD HEAT IS AS HUGE AS IT CAN GET AS ANGEL GOES TO RAISE THE MIC UP WHEN SUDDENLY……) *'P.I.M.P. - 50 Cent plays* (THE ENTIRE ARENA JUMP TO THEIR FEET AS THE RUSH SENDS PEOPLE'S HAIR ON END. ANGEL LOOKS AROUND LIKE HE HAS JUST NOT BEEN LET IN ON SOMETHING. THE CROWD ARE EVEN MORE INSPIRED AS PIMP IN WALKS OUT ONTO THE T.F.W.F. STAGE.) SC: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! CHICAGO'S FAVOURITE SON IS HERE!!!!!! SJ: Oh...My...God! Pimp In walks down to the ring strutting somewhat, but forgoing the usual spectacul which is his entrance. The crowd are cheering so loudly it is almost drowning out his music. Pimp In grabs a microphone immediately 'One More Match' chants start in the arena. The T.F.W.F. legend and veteran offers them a smile. PI: You know...when I heard the T.F.W.F. was making a pit stop in Chi-Town tonight...I thought, it might be a good opportunity to show my face because for weeks now the crowd at EVERY MONDAY MAYHEM has had to see you...stink up the joint to kick the show off. CROWD ROAR IN APPROVAL PI: For weeks we have heard how you are the career killer...the biggest legend in this business, but to coin a phrase...to be the man...YOU GOTTA BEAT THE PIMP! ANOTHER ROAR FROM THE CROWD 'ONE MORE MATCH' CHANTS START AGAIN. PI: You see there are Legends...and there are myths Fallen Angel...and I am not quite sure what category you have fallen into as of yet, but you are looking at THE LEGEND OF THIS BUSINESS...6 TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... CROWD POP PI: So seeing as MJ, The Bears and the Cubs aren't here tonight to defend this town...my town...why not have the favourite son of Chicago come out here and PIMP YOUR ASS...FROM CORNER...TO CORNER...TO CORNER...TO MOTHER FUCKING CORNER!!!!! THE CROWD ROAR ONCE MORE SC: He has this crowd in the palm of his hand and the Career Killer hasn't a clue what to do. SJ: SOCK HIM IN THE MOUTH ANGEL!!!! PI: There is no doubt since I was last in this ring...you have done a hell of a lot to cement the story of Fallen Angel. But the minute you say that the past means nothing...well I don't have to be cliche to tell you kid...THE PAST WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU! CROWD ARE LOVING IT PI: So when I saw Death or Glory 2008...in the 10th year of the T.F.W.F., the biggest PPV of the year...at Wembley...in the home of T.F.W.F., England...and you didn't have a match...I thought...fuck the retirement and give these fans what they have wanted for 8 long years...for one time only...PIMP IN VS FALLEN ANGEL!!!! SC: OH MY LORD!!!!!!! SJ: WOW!!!! PI: So you wanna be a big man and put your money where your mouth is kid...and tell these people tonight...if you want to put our names on that poster for D.O.G. THE LEGEND VS THE CAREER KILLER....cause you ain't ever KILLED NOTHING OF MINE SON!!!! 'PIMP DADDY' CHANTS FILL THE ARENA FA: You know...if I have to hear one more time how you are some sort of icon of this business, I think I will throw up in my mouth...you are a hasbeen. You are the first 3 pages of the T.F.W.F. history book and I am the next 15 chapters! You want to show these people you got something left in the tank fine! But don't come crying when I...KILL...YOUR LEGEND... SC: IT'S ON IT'S ON! Pimp In nods as does Angel who is snearing. Angel then goes for a cheap shot, Pimp In blocks it and slams a series of rights into his face. He grabs Angel and delivers a 'Pimp In Ator' right in the middle of the ring!!!! The crowd explode as Pimp In stands over Angel and slowly backs away as the Career Killer lies motionless for a second. SC: MESSAGE SENT AND RECEIVED!!!! HERE IN CHICAGO...THE ULTIMATE GRUDGE MATCH WITH MORE BAD BLOOD THAN AN AIDS TESTING FACILITY!!!! IT'S PIMP IN VS FALLEN ANGEL AT DEATH OR GLORY 2008...OH MY WORD!!!! SJ: Aids testing facility...jeez your stealing my lines. (FLASHBACK: TLC ANNOUNCEMENT FROM LAST WEEK.) SC: Welcome back folks and what a blockbuster announcement to start this show off. Pimp In vs. Fallen Angel the ultimate grudge match at Death or Glory 2008. SJ: I am having trouble getting my head around it. Kent Clark vs Randall Dylan (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD' - MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (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: A massive individual here Snoop and we know how badly he wants that DWIWF North American title back. SJ: And he has the tools to get it! JH: And his opponent... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS AN IMAGE OF MARIO RUNNING ALONG A SCREEN JUMPING IN THE AIR AND GRABBING COINS WHEN HE SMASHES THOSE BLOCKS. HE GETS HIMSELF A MUSHROOM AND GROWS REALLY BIG AS THE WORDS 'KENT "8-BIT KID" CLARK' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T.. CLARK COMES RUNNING OUT ONTO STAGE LIKE SONIC THE HEDGE HOG BEFORE BOUNDING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING PRACTICING VARIOUS STREET FIGHTER AND MORTAL KOMBAT MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California...weighing 215 pounds...'The 8-Bit Kid' Kent Clark!!! SC: Chicago firmly behind the 8 Bit Kid! SJ: Bunch of game loving internet nerds... FINISH...Dylan uses his power to take down Clark to begin with. A severe beating is handed out, but the gutsy Clark is inspired by the '8it Kids' out there cheering his name and fights back. He finally ducks a big boot to the face by Dylan and gets up the other side to KO Dylan with a 'Dragon Punch'. Clark starts jumping around like a kid who has just completed Zelda in one go as Dylan lies motionless on the mat. Winner, via TKO: Kent Clark Match Time: 11m30s Match Rating: 3 Stars (WE SEE A 45 DEGREE SHOT OF AN OPEN DOOR IN AN NONDESCRIPT BACKSTAGE HALLWAY. WHAT COMES NEXT IS THE REVERBERATED VOICE OF EATON GORE.) EG: EPSILON! EPSILON! YOU HERE! (SUDDENLY GORE COMES TUMBLING OUT THE DOOR. WE THEN SEE GEORGIE CLAD ONLY IN TOWEL.) GN: Would have thought better of you... (SHE SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT.) EG: I'm only looking for Epsilon! (GORE GETS UP AND DUSTS HIMSELF OFF. HE THEN SCREAMS DOWN THE HALLWAY.) EG: EPSILON! (GORE STEPS OVER TO AN ELEPHANT CASE. HE THEN ROLLS IT AWAY FROM THE WALL AND SCREAMS BEHIND IT.) EG: EPSILON! (HE THEN PUSHES IT BACK TO THE WALL. HE OPENS IT UP AND SCREAMS INSIDE OF IT.) EG: EPSILON! (SUDDENLY FROM OUT OF NOWHERE EPSILON WALKS BEHIND HIM. HE HAS A SIX FLAGS HAT, A BUGS BUNNY T-SHIRT, AND A BUCKET OF ICE CREAM.) ES: You looking for me? (GORE TURNS AROUND AND IMMEDIATELY JABS EPSILON IN THE THROAT WITH HIS VERBAL DAGGERS) EG: DANG YES! I've been looking for you. Where the heck have you been! ES: Nowhere. EG: Nowhere? Well, then why do you look like you just came from 6 flags! ES: Well, I was wearing some of my own merchandise this morning and seeing how popular it is my house was attacked by pirates, ninja pirates. The pirates demanded I take off my clothes, and stole all of my clothes in the laundry to resell in their bootleg pirate stands. I had no choice, they were holding my pet kitty, cuddles , hostage. They then stole my car. So I had to borrow my clothes from a friend who just came back from 6 flags, and walk all the way to the arena. That's why I'm late and dressed like this. EG: I DROVE YOU HERE! And all within' 15 minutes you disappeared! Enjoy the fucking tea cups, Epsilon? ES: You... You... You cursed? EG: Damn straight, I did. I'm losing control here, Eppy. I'm flooded with anger! Get back to work! Before I toss your sorry ass out on the street! ES: ...A friend wouldn't talk to a friend like that! EG: Yeah, well Excalibur is your friend too, and a friend wouldn't let a friend in danger down! ES: I'm not Excalibur's friend! I hate Excalibur! EG: Well, I tell you what, Anybody who isn't a friend of Excalibur, isnt' a friend of mine! (EPSILON GROWS RED WITH RAGE HE THEN GRABS GORE BY THE HAIR AND TOSSES HIM TO THE SIDE. USING HIS STRENGTH GORE COMES CRASHING THROUGH THE ELEPHANT CASE. EPSILON THEN STORMS OFF.) (THE ACTION CUTS BACKSTAGE WHERE A SHARPLY-DRESSED MAHONEY MCMILLAN CAN BE SEEN NEXT TO AN EQUALLY SHARPLY-DREESED EXILE, DESPITE THE PLASTIC PROTECTION OVER HIS NOSE FROM IT BEING BROKEN LAST WEEK. WITH THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP DISPLAYED PROUDLY OVER HIS SHOULDER, EXILE SMILES AT THE CAMERA WHILE PLAYFULLY SHINING UP THE BELT. THOUGH HE WINCES SINCE HE HAS GRADE THREE CONCUSSION.) MM: Ladies and gentlemen, we're here with your TFWF North American championship, Exile, and champ, I gotta ask you -- is there any truth to the rumors about an over-the-top battle royal for that title on May 19th? (EXILE FEIGNS SURPRISE AS HE BRINGS THE MICROPHONE IN CLOSER. HIS FACADE ONCE MORE EXPOSED AS HE WINCES.) EX: Any truth to the rumors? Well, let's squash all the heresay now, Mac -- YES, there's going to be an over-the-top battle royal for this here title. In fact, consider it signed, sealed, and delivered, people -- all eight participants of the eight-man tag match at 'Death or Glory,' including yours truly, are gonna be involved, and make no mistake about it: I'm going to retain. Kent? Georgie? James? It's gonna be an honor... but to APB and his crew?' You better be ready, 'cause I'm in no mood to lose this belt to the cast of 'Stripes.' See you next week, boys. (THE CAMERA FADES TO BLACK ON THE IMAGE OF A GRINNING EXILE, HE ONCE MORE WINCES AS MAC CAN BE SEEN OFF CAMERA ASKING HIM IF HE IS OK.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well Epislon has gone crazy in the back and Exile does not look 100% at the moment Snoop. SJ: Matthews will take total advantage tonight! Georgie Nickles vs Seth Black (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'MY OWN SUMMER' - DEFTONES PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION BLACK HAS CAUSED IS HIGHLIGHTED ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE WORDS 'SETH BLACK' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 225 pounds...Seth Black!!! SC: One very destructive member of APB Squad here Snoop. SJ: And you know jiggle tits Nickles is quaking in here boots backstage. JH: And his opponent... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. MICHAEL WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAHGE FOLLOWED BY GEORGIE NICKLES. NICKLES BOWS HER HEAD AND THEN THROWS IT BACK AS PYROS EXPLODE IN BLUE AROUND HER. THE T.A.T. FILLS UP WITH 'A REBEL FOR THE CAUSE' FLYING ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making her way towards the ring accompanied by Michael…from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 137 pounds…Georgie Nickles!!! SC: Former DWIWF North American Champion on a mission here tonight! SJ: And its about to become 'All Black' for her! FINISH...Great little back and forth contest with the Chicago crowd getting behind their favourite girl in this match as she really has Black's number early on. However, the momentum switches when Black purposly hits a baseball slide on Michael on the outside, With Nickles coming to tend to him, Black throws himself over the top rope and the two fiercly battle on the outside. Georgie throws him into the steel steps, but misses with a follow up attack leaving both competitors laying on the ground. The referee counts to ten in a contest which to be fair neither could out shine the other. Result: Double Count Out Match Time: 12m03s Match Rating: 3 Stars As Georgie tries to get to her feet, Black spears her into the Spanish announce table. He pulls Michael into the ring and delivers a spinebuster for effect before spitting a terrible green blob onto Georgie's Dad's face. Black raises his hands and then makes a belt sign around his waist. (THE SCENE CUTS BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLIAN IS STOOD NEXT TO THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE HARDCORE TITLE, TREMERE. THE CROWD POP IS BIG.) MM: Tremere, later tonight, you face Iziah Hunter yet again for the Hardcore title. Can I get your thoughts on the match? TREM: Mac, I’ve made it as clear as I possibly can that I am the epitome of what the word hardcore means. I’ve held the title twelve times. I helped introduce the King of the Deathmatch to T.F.W.F. and I beat the current World Champion back at Autumn Annihilation. The only thing I have left to do is beat that little fuck Iziah Hunter and win the hardcore strap for a thirteenth and final time. MM: Final time? TREM: Once I have it back, I won’t lose it at Death or Glory or anytime after. I assure you that. MM: Now another question that has been on everyone’s mind, and I’ve got to find out straight from the source, are you behind the Michael scenario? (TREMERE LOWERS HIS HEAD AND SHAKES IT IN DISBELIEF. WITHIN SECONDS TREMERE LAUNCHES A DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE AT MAC AND NEARLY TAKES HIS HEAD OFF. THE CAMERA MAN GETS KNOCKED DOWN IN THE FRAY AND THE SHOT CUTS BACK TO RINGSIDE.) (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE INTERVIEW SET WHERE WE SEE A PAIR OF BLACK WINGTIPS AT THE BOTTOM FRAME OF THE SET WITH THE CAMERA FOCUSED ON THE FLOOR. SUDDENLY TWO PAIRS OF WRESTLING BOOTS WALK INTO THE SCENE - ONE PAIR WHITE WITH A RED 'R.P.' MONOGRAM ON THE SIDES, THE OTHER PAIR DEEP RED WITH GOLD KICKPADS AND THE INITIALS 'M.M.' PRINTED ON THEM. IN THE BACKGROUND WE CAN HEAR THE CROWD QUICKLY CATCHING ON AS THE CAMERA SLOWLY PANS UP TO THE SMILING FACES OF RHYS PECT AND MIKE MITCHELL IN FULL FLAWLESS CONNECTION VARSITY JACKET REGALIA STANDING BY WITH OZZY FINCH TO A MASSIVE OVATION.) RP: Well look who's back… (THE CROWD LETS OUT ANOTHER MASSIVE OVATION.) MM: And damn good to be. (ANOTHER MASSIVE OVATION.) RP: The Needed One and the Flawless One, together again at last… It's enough to bring a tear to the eye, isn't it Mike. (PECT WIPES A 'TEAR' FROM HIS EYE. MIKE REPLIES, DEADPAN.) MM: Yeah, I'm getting all choked up right now. (FINALLY, OZZY FINCH MANAGES TO GET A WORD IN) OF: Guys, it really is great to see the Flawless Connection back together after so long, and now going into Death or Glory 2008 to face not just the TFWF Tag Team Champs, Project Nova, but now as we saw last week the legendary Extreme Players as well. (PECT CUTS IN WITH A FACETIOUS QUESTION.) RP: The who…? MM: You know, Tiger Young and Da Gremlin. RP: What? The foreign guy with the funny accent? MM: Yeah, and that loudmouth jackass from Florida. RP: Man, what kind of a tag team is that. MM: I know. (IN THE BACKGROUND THE CROWD IS LAUGHING LOUD AT THE ANTICS OF THE FC. OZZY CONTINUES, TRYING DESPERATELY TO KEEP THE INTERVIEW PROFESSIONAL.) OF: Certainly, it's been a long time since the veteran tag team graced the TFWF, there's no doubt in that… RP: Yeah, I think the last time they were around was like 1987. MM: I think I was around 10 years old back then, and I'd never heard of 'em. RP: Yeah, and this guy watched fuckin' EVERYTHING! MM: Hey, let's not sell 'em short now Rhys? RP: STYLEZ'D! (A MASSIVE LAUGH CAN BE HEARD OUT IN THE CROWD, MADE EVEN LOUDER BY THE FACT THAT OZZY FINCH AND MIKE MITCHELL JUST STARE AT PECT WITHOUT ANY IDEA WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT. MIKE CONTINUES.) MM: …Yeah, whatever. I mean between the two of 'em you've got 7 World Titles, 5 IC belts, 3 Euros, 5 Hardcores, 4 LHWs, several Tag belts… RP: And one Antonio Banderas blow-up love doll. (ANOTHER MASSIVE LAUGH GOES UP IN THE BACKGROUND AS NOW EVEN MIKE MITCHELL STOPS, COVERING HIS MOUTH AND LOOKING OFF TO THE SIDE OF THE SET, TRYING TO COVER HIS LAUGHTER - POORLY - AS OZZY TRIES TO CONTINUE THE INTERVIEW AGAIN.) OF: What about the Tag Champs, surely you're not taking them lightly. RP: Yes. MM: No. (PECT LOOKS OVER AT MIKE WITH A QUIZZICAL GLANCE, THEN SORT OF BRUSHES OZZY ASIDE AND GETS MORE SERIOUS, DROPPING OUT OF HIS COOLER, COCKY DEMEANOR AS HE TALKS WITH MIKE WITH A LITTLE BIT OF CONCERN IN HIS VOICE.) RP: You ribbing me, Mike? I mean, you took 'em both out one week after the next, you saying you don't think we can hack it against 'em as a team now? MM: No, I'm not saying that Rhys, we're the Goddamn F. C. after all, but these boys aren't just gonna roll over and die now, you should know that. Hell, they've stuck to their guns over getting this match, they'll come back twice as fierce after the last two losses as ever before. (PECT TAKES THIS ALL IN STILL STARING AT MIKE MITCHELL AND SLOWLY A CONFIDENT SMIRK FORMS ON THE FACES OF BOTH MEN TO A MASSIVE OVATION OUT IN THE CROWD.) RP: Now that's what I like to here. (THE CROWD IS RUMBLING NOW AS PECT AND MITCHELL KICK INTO SERIOUS PROMO MODE AS THEY CONTINUE.) RP: Bottom line Finch, when you talk about the F. C., you're talking about the premier tag team in professional wrestling. You're talking the top tier, the elite, the Upper Classmen, and the fact of the matter is this Finch, we didn't get here on name and reputation alone. We didn't get here just by winning the belts a handful of times and we didn't get here by just throwing two world champs together. We don't just talk it Oz, we STRUT it, and anybody doubts us; SHUT IT! MM: See Finch, we're like a fine wine; we only improve with age. We have NEVER stopped being the GOLD STANDARD in tag team wrestling, and if you thought the Flawless Connection that pulled the rotting corpse of the tag division out of the grave and made it a living, breathing thing of beauty back in '04 was something… You ain't seen NOTHIN' YET! (PECT AND MITCHELL GIVE EACH OTHER THE TAG TEAM DOUBLE HIGH FIVE, 'ROCKERS'-STYLE AND LEAVE THE SET AS THE CROWD IS GOING WILD AND OZZY WRAPS UP THE INTERVIEW.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The Gold Standard indeed Snoop and we can see already the unity between The Flawless Connection tonight...will we see that same unity in the Main Event? SJ: Meh... SC: (sarcastic) Great analysis... TITLE - North American Exile (c) vs James Matthews (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'THE BEGINNING' - A.F.I. PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A FUTURISTIC MODEL WORLD IS SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. COUPLED WITH THE DESTRUCTION WRESTLING MOVES OF JAMES MATTHEWS...THE WORDS 'THE FUTURE HAS HIT THE FAN' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. MATTHEWS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE OBSERVING THE CROWD. HE FLASHES A DOUBLE BICEP POSE AND WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing 257 pounds...James 'The Future' Matthews!!! SC: I have to admit Matthews is improving week in and week out and Exile should be weary of that. SJ: Exile can kiss that title goodbye tonight...I gurantee it! 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 WORD...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 DWIWF North American Champion...Exile!!! SC: Everyone gunning for the Champion, but as aver he looks cool, calm and collective. SJ: He also looks cowardly, crap pants and creepy...three more ''c's" SC: Idiot... SJ: Well he isn't pulling off the plastic face guard look...thats so 1996. SC: HE HAS A BROKEN NOSE ASSHOLE! FINISH...Matthews some of his best in ring work since he has been in T.F.W.F. taking full advantage of the injured Exile. However, despite the injury, Exile is able to keep on a roll with this one, he executes a crucifix pin and scores a quick three count to retain the gold. After the match, Matthews rips off the mask and APB comes down to the ring with Randall Dylan. Dylan delivers a big running boot breaking Exile's nose further and APB slams a chair into it. Before the rest of Civil Unrest can react. Winner, via pinfall and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Exile Match Time: 13m00s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIAL BREAK.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIAL BREAK.) SC: Welcome back folks and just before the break we saw a truly vicious assault by APB Squad on Exile the North American Champion... SJ: Matthews, Dylan and Bartsch...what a trio right there. SC: It was sick and disgusting Snoop... APB vs Ally Braddock (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'A MILLION WAYS' - OK GO PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. GOES TO SMOKEY SET OF A BLACK AND WHITE DETECTIVE FILM. ALLY BRADDOCK IS ON IT LOOKING SEDUCTIVE. SHE BLOWS A BIG RING OF SMOKE FROM HER CIGAR ON THE TRON AS THE NAME 'ALLY BRADDOCK' COMES UP IN A SMOKE EFFECT. SHE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. THROWS OFF HER HAT AND REMOVES HER TIE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Seattle, Washington...weighing 135 pounds...Ally Braddock!!! SC: A favourite I would say to out last to win that DWIWF North American title Snoop. SJ: If it was based on women that I would like to pin in the bedroom...then yes. SC: Perv... JH: And his opponent... *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN AND AMANDA WALK ONTO THE STAGE. HE HAS HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND SHE KNEELS DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HER ARMS STRETCHED WIDE. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: The leader of the APB Squad! SJ: Really? SC: Clues in the name dumbass... SJ: His name isn't SQUAD! FINISH...Someone must have put something in the Bartsch coffee this morning as he shows some of his most stellar in ring work for sometime. Braddock is equal to it, but she even looks at times like Bartsch might get a win out of this one. The momentum of the match spins when Randall Dylan stalks his way down to the ring and pulls Braddock out. He tries to kiss her on the lips, but she kicks him in the balls and then spinning heel kicks him to the ground. The distraction serves well enough for Black and Matthews to reappear. Black is dragging Clark to the ringside area with a playstation controller shoved in his mouth. The throw him into the ring with Braddock and continue an assault as the APB Squad all hit their finishers on the duo. APB smiles at his proteges as it seems the Squad has the advantage going into Super Mayhem. Winner, via DQ: Ally Braddock Match Time: 14m55s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (THE SHOT ONCE AGAIN CUTS BACKSTAGE AND SHOWS A VERY BATTERED LOOKING SEBASTIAN CROSS PASSING HIS DRESSING ROOM. WITH EACH STEP HE WINCES FROM THE PAIN OF HIS ENCOUNTER DURING THE WEEK. A KNOCK COMES AT HIS DOOR.) SC: Go away! (THE DOOR OPENS ANYWAY AND IN STEPS OZZY FINCH. CROSS LOOKS LIKE HE’S READY TO KILL HIM FOR COMING IN UNINVITED. OZZY KEEPS HIS DISTANCE FROM CROSS BUT TRIES TO INTERVIEW HIM ANYWAY.) OF: Sebastian, can I get your thoughts on the fact that James Onlee has your son, Joseph and the looming matches on May 19th, and then at Death or Glory? (SEBASTIAN CONTINUES TO LIMP AROUND HIS DRESSING ROOM, OBVIOUSLY DEEP IN THOUGHT.) OF: Mr. Cross? SC: HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I FEEL, DICK?! Imagine if some fuckin’ psycho stole your kid over a god damn belt! I want to tear that son of a bitches head off his holier than thou shoulders! OF: I don’t think you can say that on T.V., Mr. Cross. SC: Does it look like I give two shits what some pricks in a board room tell me I can say?! (JUST THEN A MESSENGER WALKS IN) MS: I have a package for Sebastian Cross. (CROSS WALKS OVER AND TAKES THE BOX. HE OPENS IT UP AND PULLS OUT A LITTLE STUFFED BLUE DOG THAT PLAYS MUSIC THAT YOU CAN HANG ON THE SIDE OF A CRIB. THE ANGER IS CROSS’ EYES GROW AND HE RIPS THE DOG IN HALF AND STORMS OUT OF THE ROOM. THE SHOT CUTS TO BLACK.) (ACTION COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) *'BEAUTIFUL DISASTER' - 311 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.) SC: The man who has a shot at both the European and Intercontinental Title at Death or Glory looks like he has something to say here tonight! SJ: Shouldn't he be in the back drinking beer and lighting fires or something? (TORCH WAITS FOR THE CROWD'S CHEERS TO DIE DOWN BEFORE RAISING THE MIC UP.) TOR: You know something Chicago? I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. I mean I'm sure you all remember Highlight Night when The Hardcore Haven decimated Ian Monks and his little bitch group? (THE CROWD POP BIG TO CONFIRM THEY DO REMEMBER THE FAMOUS HAVEN WIN.) TOR: I'm sure I can't be the only one sitting here thinking, is Ian Monks really a huge fucking failure? (ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP.) TOR: I mean come on look at The Illuminati, the big group of so called 'awesome' wrestlers who were going to come into the TFWF and beat everyone up, rule the company with an iron fist and keep Monks in power. Where are they now? Michael Norcia, probably off finding a cure for his male pattern baldness. (BIG CROWD POP.) TOR: Either that or taking some driving lessons, I hear he can't drive his car without crashing it! Or what about Tyler Boyd? The Main Attraction? The only attraction that punk had was for the gold around Kirsta Lewis's waist. I mean it couldn't have been her, she's more of a skank than most of the women Fallen Angel tries to fuck. (ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP FOR TORCH AND HIS HARSH WORDS.) TOR: In fact the more I think about it, the more I think Monks must be pissed off. I mean after all, a guy he hired to be the 'on screen owner' had more success controlling the TFWF than the man who owns the company! Who would have thought people would want The Management back! Ha, Monks you sad little bastard! (THE CROWD ARE GOING NUTS FOR TORCH AS HE LAUGHS WHEN…) *'BAD BOY FOR LIFE' - P DIDDY PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE OWNER OF THE TFWF WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE LOOKING INCREDIBLY ANNOYED. HE QUICKLY MARCHES DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARD THE RING.) SJ: Who the hell does Torch think he is? He can't just come out here and trash Mr Monks like that! SC: Why not? The Illuminati were a failure and Torch is just telling it like it is, that's why the TFWF fans respect the man so much. (MONKS HAS A MIC IN HAND AND SPEAKS OVER THE CROWD HEAT.) IM: Alright you son of a bitch enough is enough. How dare you come out here and talk about me like that. In case you have forgotten I'm the man who OWNS this company which means I OWN you! (MORE BIG CROWD HEAT AS TORCH STANDS SHAKING HIS HEAD.) IM: The fact is Torch if you think I'm a failure, then you sure as hell are an even bigger failure! Cause you were a pathetic hit man for me, you could never get the job done. You call me pathetic and I own you! So what the hell does that make you? I just wish someone would step the hell up and take you out. The sooner than big mouth of yours is shut the better! (THE CROWD BOO BUT TORCH GRABS MONKS BY THE COLLAR AND TURNS HIM AROUND SO TORCH'S BACK IS TO THE RAMP. HE SHAKES MONKS AND SHOUTS AT HIM OFF MIC AS THE CROWD GOES NUTS. SUDDENLY SKYLAR KELLY EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND AND SPRINTS DOWN THE RAMP. HE SLIDES IN THE RING BUT TORCH LETS GO OF MONKS AND SPINS AROUND. KELLY STOPS DEAD IN HIS TRACKS, HIS SNEAK ATTACK BLOWN! TORCH STARES HIM DOWN AND KELLY QUICKLY DROPS THE CHAIR AND HOLDS HIS HANDS UP IN DEFENCE! THE CROWD BOO KELLY WHO SLOWLY BACKS AWAY AS TORCH CONTINUES TO STARE HIM DOWN, BEFORE LAUGHING AT THE PATHETIC ATTEMPTED ATTACK BY KELLY. HE TURNS BACK AROUND TO MONKS BUT KELLY SUDDENLY LURCHES FORWARD, GRABS TORCH BY THE SHOULDER AND SPINS HIM AROUND. TORCH THROWS A RIGHT HAND BUT KELLY BLOCKS IT, KICKS HIM IN THE MID SECTION AND THEN PLANTS HIM ON THE STEEL CHAIR WITH THE 'ACID LACED EGO TRIP' TO SOME HUGE CROWD HEAT!! TORCH IS OUT COLD AS KELLY GETS UP SMILING IN A SINISTER FASHION. HE TURNS TO IAN MONKS WHO LOOKS VERY PLEASED. KELLY PICKS A MIC UP OFF THE MAT AS MONKS STANDS WATCHING HIM WITH PRIDE.) SK: That's right people take a good long look. The last man standing. The only man in the Illuminati with the balls big enough to make it in the TFWF. (BIG CROWD HEAT FOR THE ARROGANT KELLY WHO LOOKS TOTALLY CONFIDENT AND IN CONTROL.) SK: For too long I've been caught in the shadows of pathetic ego driven pieces of shit like Michael Norcia and Tyler Boyd. Those two washed up sons of bitches aren't fit to lace my boots, I know, you know it and they know it. I carried Boyd to the Tag Team titles. I kept their egos in check and look what I got for it. Boyd out with a pussy injury and Norcia just the same. Well I say FUCK THEM. They weren't the Illuminati. I AM THE ILLUMINATI! (MORE BIG CROWD HEAT AS MONKS APPLAUDS KELLY AND NODS HIS HEAD.) SK: I was the only one with talent in that group. I was the only one with the desire to make it here in the TFWF and you people are going to see that I'm stepping out of the shadows and into the light. Skylar Kelly is The Illuminati and Mr Monks… (KELLY TURNS TO IAN MONKS AND SMIRKS.) SK: I'm ready to prove myself to you and if that means I have to take down ungrateful sons of bitches like this piece of crap right here… (KELLY KICKS TORCH IN THE RIBS HARD FOR GOOD MEASURE.) SK: …to prove my loyalty and my worth to the TFWF then that's just what I'll do. This is my time to be in the spotlight, I am Skylar Kelly, I am the FUTURE of this company and I am The Illuminati! (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MONKS TAKES KELLY'S ARM AND HOLDS IT UP IN THE AIR IN CELEBRATION AS THEY STAND TALL OVER THE UNCONSCIOUS TORCH.) (HYPE VIDEO: WEMBLEY, LONDON, ENGLAND…D.O.G. 2008. ANNOUNCEMENT OF CROSS VS ONLEE,PIMP IN VS ANGEL, DREAM MATCH TLC TAG TITLES, TREMERE VS HUNTER, THE 'BITTER FRIENDS' MATCH, 8 MAN TAG MATCH, RAMON VS GORE. MOTORHEAD DEATH OR GLORY SONG PLAYS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS ON A VERY LENGTHY HYPE PROMO MIXED IN WITH FOOTAGE FROM THE LAST 10 YEARS.) Torch/Phenom vs Kirsta Lewis/Skylar Kelly (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'REIGN IN BLOOD' - SLAYER PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. SMASHING BEER BOTTLES CAN BE HEARD EVERYWHERE AS THE WORDS 'EMBRACE THE PAIN…FEED THE HAVEN' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. THE HAVEN MEMBERS WALK OUT AND SMASH BEER BOTTLES ON EACH OTHERS HEADS.) JH: Making their way towards the ring the team of Torch...and Phenom...they are the Hardcore Haven!!! SC: Both men and Aaron Roberts as well have a great chance to take some gold back to the Haven come May19th and of course D.O.G. as well. SJ: 3 in 8 chance should have been great...but Kirsta is the other 5/8 chance... JH: And their opponents... *'SUPER MAN THEME PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD HEAT. KELLY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH IMAGES OF THE SUPERMAN LOGO PLAYING ON HIS T.A.T. SCREEN BEHIND HIM HE DOESNT LOOK AT ALL PLEASED WITH THE RECEPTION HE GETS, BUT WALKS DOWN THE AISLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing 218 pounds...Skylar 'The Illuminati' Kelly!!! SC: He has gotten under the skin of a lot of folks as of late...particularly Torch as we saw earlier and Torch still holding those ribs. SJ: Well Torch sucks balls...so go get him Skylar. JH: And his partner... *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD 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. Intercontinental Champion...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: A long reiging Champion who has taken on all comers, but come May 19th and then D.O.G. she is really going to have to prove her worth. SJ: Bah! Its in the bag Scoop...in the bag!!!! FINISH...Good back and forth brawl as Torch's injuries from earlier on lay play to Kelly and Lewis having some distinct advantage. Phenom gets a hot tag and does some damage, but its obvious Torch is hurting from earlier run in with Kelly. Lewis is able to deliver the 'Hell's Bullseye' to Phenom knocking the big man down as a prone Torch falls right into an 'Acid Laced Ego Trip' again. Kelly makes the cover collecting the three and the win for his team. Winners, via pinfall: Skylar Kelly & Kirsta Lewis Match Time: 14m44s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match Kelly turns around and Lewis nails another devastating 'HB' right into his kisser. She shrugs her shoulders seductively and mouths the words 'oops' as she picks up her title and walks off very pleased to see three of her opponents for D.O.G. 2008 laid out in the ring. (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE WE SEE A STAGE HAND WALKING AROUND THE CORRIDORS CARRYING A PACKAGE IN HIS ARMS AND CALLING FOR KIRSTA LEWIS. HE PASSES A FEW OTHER STAGE HANDS AND ROAD AGENTS, ETC. ASKING IF THEY'VE SEEN KIRSTA, BUT WITH NO LUCK. SUDDENLY AARON ROBERTS APPEARS.) AR: Hey, what's all this about? SH: I'm just looking for Kirsta, I've got a package here for her. AR: You and me both my man. (AARON ROBERTS GIVES THE STAGE HAND A NUDGE AND WINK. A NUMBER OF NUDGES AND WINKS ACTUALLY. FAR TOO MANY NUDGES AND WINKS TO MAKE A FINER POINT OF IT AS THE STAGE HAND JUST STARES BLANKLY AT HIM. ROBERTS GIVES HIM ANOTHER NUDGE AND A WINK FOR GOOD MEASURE.) SH: Would you stop that please? AR: Okay, so what's the deal with this thing anyway? (AARON SNATCHES THE PACKAGE AWAY FROM THE STAGE HAND AND RIPS IT OPEN WITH HIS TEETH WHILE HOLDING THE STAGE HAND BACK WITH HIS FREE HAND. HE SEES THAT IT IS A PRESENT OF BLACK ROSES FROM JACKSON TO KIRSTA LEWIS AND LOOKS AT THE ATTACHED CARD, WHICH READS 'MY DEEPEST CONDOLENCES' AND SUDDENLY HE GETS REALLY DEJECTED.) AR: Oh man, that's pretty heavy… (ROBERTS GRABS A PEN OFF THE STAGE HAND AND CONTINUES TO HOLD HIM BACK AS HE SIGNS HIS OWN NAME UNDERNEATH JACKSON'S BEFORE SHOVING THE ROSES BACK IN THE UNWRAPPED PACKAGE AND BACK INTO THE ARMS OF THE STAGE HAND. THE STAGE HAND LOOKS AT IT LIKE 'WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO WITH THIS NOW?' AS ROBERTS JUST WALKS OFF, STOPPING TO GRAB A BEER FROM THE NEARBY CATERING TABLE, CHUGGING IT DOWN AND BELCHING LOUDLY AS THE SCENE CUTS OUT.) (MAYHEM MOMENT: PIMP IN RETURNS TO CHICAGO AND CHALLENGES FALLEN ANGEL TO A MATCH AT D.O.G. DUBBED LEGEND VS. CAREER KILLER.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: And what a contest that will be...Fallen Angel and Pimp In and they have had so much bad blood over the years even at times when they were working together. SJ: Talks of threats of Pimp In using his experience as a big drawer with the Championship committe to hold Fallen Angel down in the day...wild rumours have meant that this is a very big beef with these two men. SC: Well, then you have this coupled with the fact Angel has pretty much discredited the history of the T.F.W.F. as a nothing till he arrived on the scene. SJ: I think he is right... SC: (sigh) Jackson vs Aaron Roberts (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDRAYNE PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. 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: Multi time winner of T.F.W.F. gold he serves as a heck of an opponent for the big Jackson tonight. SJ: I might take 5 for this match...I need a hotdug...or at least the bun. SC: Why would you need just a hot dog bun? SJ: Belmont... SC: What the hell are you talking about. JH: And his opponent... *'LIES' - EVANESCENCE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. IMAGES OF GEORGIE AND JACKSON ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE VARIOUS QUOTES JACKSON IS FAMED FOR DELIVERING ABOUT HIMSELF. THIS IS DONE IN A BLACK AND WHITE MONTAGE WITH HIM CAUSING NO END OF DESTRUCTION.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Rotterdam, Holland…weighing 277 pounds…Jackson!!! SC: Jackson desperate to get some gold, could well have two cracks at the IC title in the coming weeks. SJ: Yeah, but Lewis has owned Jackson week in and week out...so this Machine we hear about seems a little bit broken and rusty. FINISH...Roberts cocky demenaour is not helping him in this match as Jackson makes the veteran T.F.W.F.er pay for his casual approach to the match. Catching him in the finish with a 'Therapy' he picks up the three and a big win going into May 19th. Winner, via pinfall: Jackson Match Time: 8m30s Match Rating: 3 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: We are back folks and just before the break a big confidence win for Jackson coming into May 19th as well. SJ: It seems the question on a lot of people's lips is which star will walk in the European and Intercontinental Champion for Death or Glory 2008. SC: We also now answer which star will walk into Death or Glory 2008 as the Hardcore Champion...its Hunter and Tremere...next! TITLE - Hardcore Iziah Hunter (c) vs Tremere (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'CHORUS OF ANGELS' - HASTE THE DAYS PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. VARIOUS SERVICE AND ARMY BASED VIGS ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS IZIAH SAT IN A SEAT IN A TANK TOP RUNNING HIS DOG TAGS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS LOOKING INTENSLY AT THE CAMERA. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS PYROS GO OFF AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing 230 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Iziah 'The Judge' Hunter!!! SC: The Judge has promised a judgement on Tremere whatever the evidence tonight. SJ: Reminds me of Phoenix Right... SC: Idiot... SJ: OBJECTION! JH: And his opponent... *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (BIG 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: He has held this belt numerous times before and we know tonight he looks to regain his prize. SJ: The Hardcore Icon he is indeed Scoop...also a complete dick as well. FINISH...A heated exchange between the two starts off with them grabbing everything and anything to beat the crap out of one another. Hunter finds out first hand that maybe he has underestimated the legend of Hardcore Tremere as the veteran uses everything within his power to topple the young pretender to the throne. In the finish, Tremere misses a chair shot and Hunter capatilizes with a piledriver onto the chair for the three count. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Iziah Hunter Match Time: 15m02s Match Rating: 4 Stars (THE AFTERMATH OF THE MATCH SEES TREMERE AND HUNTER BRAWLING SOME MORE WHEN HUNTER SCORES ACHEAP SHOT TO THE BACK OF TREMERE'S HEAD. HUNTER IMMEDIATELY BEGINS BERATING THE CAPTAIN OF THE HARDCORE HAVEN, WHO, FROM THE FLOOR, FLIPS OFF THE YOUNG GUN, LAUGHING. SUDDENLY, THE T.A.-TRON COMES TO LIFE, WHITE NOISE FILLING THE ARENA WHICH CAUSES HUNTER AND TREMERE TO STARE UP AT THE SCREEN. THE FOOTAGE CUTS TO A BLOODIED AND BEATEN MICHAEL TIED TO A CHAIR IN A DARK ROOM, HIS HANDS AND FEET BOUND AND HIS MOUTH TAPED SHUT. HE LOOKS TERRIFIED AS HIS EYES DART OFF-SCREEN WHEN A GRAVELLY VOICE, ALTERED BY SOME SORT OF DEVICE, IS HEARD OVER THE SPEAKERS...) GV: Hardcore... my, how that term's changed... (HUNTER LOOKS ON WITH A SNEER ON HIS FACE AS A HOODED FIGURE SUDDENLY APPEARS FROM OFF-SCREEN, HIS HEAD TILTED TO THE SIDE.) GV: For what's felt like forever, I've had to watch the TFWF disgrace that title around your waist. Hardcore? HARDCORE?! There's only one man worthy of that championship, and he's more than hardcore. (THE HOODED MAN REACHES AT THE TOP OF HIS BLACK COVERING, SLOWLY PULLING IT OFF AS WE SEE A SMILE CONTAINING A VERY FAMILIAR SET OF YELLOW-STAINED TEETH...) GV: "...he's Scallycore." (DEAFENING CROWD POP AS THE MAN UNDER THE HOOD IS REVEALED TO BE NONE OTHER THAN TFWF LEGEND, THE ULTIMATE SCALLY! HE GRINS AND TURNS OFF A DEVICE CLIPPED TO THE HOOD, REVEALING HIS UNMISTAKABLE TRUE VOICE.) US: Michael Norcia and the Peacemaker were too stupid to understand what goes into being that kind of champion, so I had no problem taking them out. But you two... you two... deserved more. You see, I had to frame an old has-been like you, Tremere, just to see how far a young piece of shit like Hunter was willing to go. But now that I know that neither of you deserve that belt... it's only fitting that I come back to my old stomping grounds to make things right again. At 'Death or Glory?' The Ultimate Scally returns... and believe me..." (SCALLY LAUGHS PSYCHOTICALLY AS HE UNZIPS HIS FLY NEXT TO MICHAEL.) US: I'm pissed... (MICHAEL SQUIRMS IN HIS CHAIR AND SCREAMS FROM UNDER THE TAPE AS HE'S SOAKED IN SCALLY'S URINE. THE LAST THING WE HEAR AS THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK IS THE MANIACAL LAUGHING OF TFWF'S LEGENDARY LOON. MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE RING, WE SEE A LIVID HUNTER, SHOUTING AT THE TRON WHEN THE OPPORTUNISTIC TREMERE, NOW ARMED WITH A STEEL CHAIR, APPROACHES FROM BEHIND. HUNTER TURNS AROUND AND GETS ABSOLUTELY BLASTED IN THE FACE TO A MASSIVE "OOOHH" FROM THE CROWD. TREMERE GRINS, JAMMING HIS FOREARM INTO HUNTER'S NEWLY-BUSTED OPEN FACE FOR THE IMPROMPTU PIN. THE REFEREE FROM THE MATCH COUNTS THE FALL RELUCTANTLY AS TREMERE IS NOW AWARDED THE TFWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP AS PER THE 24/7 RULE. THE NEW CHAMP THEN WIPES OFF SOME BLOOD COURSING DOWN IZIAH'S VISAGE WITH A HAND AND SMEARS IT ONTO THE BELT, MOUTHING, "'I TOLD YOU" TO THE UNCONSCIOUS HUNTER.) Winner, via 24/7 rule and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Tremere SC: THE ULTIMATE SCALLY WAS THE CULPRIT ALL ALONG!!!! SJ: I can't believe tonight and now we have a brand new Hardcore Champion as well. SC: Tremere taking advantage of the 24/7 rule and the confusion to nab the gold. But with May 19th around the corner can he hold onto it? SJ: Man oh man...Scally is back for D.O.G. as well. Unbelivable... (GORE IS WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY. HE HAS A BAG OF SKITTLES IN HIS HAND. GORE HAS SORT OF A SOLEMN DEMENOUR. EXHAUSTED REALLY. HE APPROACHES A CRYING EPSILON. WHO IS SITTING ON THE GROUND WITH HIS ARMS BRIDGED OVER HIS KNEES AND HIS FOREHEAD ON HIS ARMS.) EG: Eppy.... Eppy... (EPPY LOOKS UP AT HIM AND SCREAMS.) ES: What do YOU want? EG: Eppy, I'm sorry... I got a bit carried away. But that's only because I love Excalibur and don't want to see him hurt again. ES: Yeah? Well... That was totally non-rapetastic what you did back there. EG: I know, I know. Say, How about some skittles? (GORE EXTENDS HIS HANDS WITH THE SKITTLES. EPSILON GRABS THE SKITTLES OUT OF HIS HANDS AND TOSSES THEM TO THE SIDE. THEY EXPLODE INTO A MULTICOLOR BLAST.) ES: I HATE skittles! Aren't friends supposed to know what friends like? EG: Uh... No, but they wear... bracelets? (GORE SHAKES HAUNTED WITH THOSE SHACKLED MEMORIES. AS HE PULLS THE GOD AWFUL PINK FREINDSHIP BRACELET OUT OF HIS POCKET AND PLACES IT ONTO HIS WRIST. HE THEN SHOWS EPSILON.) EG: S... s... s... see? ES: MY BRACELET! YOU'RE ACTUALLY WEARING MY BRACELET! I guess we're buds again! (EPSILON GRABS GORE AND GIVES HIM A BIG HUG.) EG: A...A... Al... Alr... alright that... That's enough... (EPSILON STEPS BACK.) ES: So we are friends! (GORE PLACES HIS PALM ONTO EPSILON'S SHOULDER.) EG: Eppy, there isn't a human being in the world who I'd rather have as a friend. Now, will you please, for a friend, return to your post and protect Excalibur. ES: Well, about that... Excalibur... He's... He's missing! EG: RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!! ES: No! Ramon is my friend! He wouldn't do that! EG: ...Ramon is your WHAT! ES: He's my friend. He gives me ice cream, and plays monopoly, and took me to 6 fl... McDonalds after the shows! EG: Eppy, there isn't a human being in the world who I'd rather see drowning in his own urine than you! You're fired! (GORE RIPS OFF HIS FREINDSHIP BRACELET AND THROWS IT IN EPSILON'S FACE BEFORE STORMING OFF. EPSILON SINKS BACK INTO A SEATED POSITION AND STARTS CRYING AGAIN. SUDDENLY RAMON APPROACHES FROM THE SIDE.) JR: Hey there, friend? Why so glum? You got to live your dream today! ES: Sure meeting the REAL Bugs Bunny is great but... Gore fired me! JR: Why? ES: Somebody stole Excalibur. Say, you didn't do it, did you? JR: Me? No! I would NEVER do anything like that. He probably just lost it. He just wants to blame it on you, Eppy! ES: But I feel I failed him. I promised to protect Excalibur. JR: Gore isn't your friend. I heard back in the concessions lobby he was ranting and raving. Hooting and hollering. About how you're a dumb jerk with a pea brain and that your breath smelled like poop! ES: He said that about ME! That's like the ultimate insult! I guess Eaton Gore is not my friend after all. JR: No, he isn't. His only friend is that silly fork. Eppy, in this world you only have one friend, and that friend is Jose Ramon. A friend who would never lie to you. I will be there for you, Eppy, I will be there for you. Why? Because that's what true friends do! (RAMON THEN LEAVES SCENE WITH A COCKY GRIN. EPSILON'S TEARS ARE ALL BUT WASHED AWAY. END OF SCENE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Eppy is being exploited! SJ: Never...Ramon is a good soul...helping a retard like Eppy. Sebastian Cross/Eaton Gore/The Flawless Connection vs James Onlee/Jose Ramon/Project Nova (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…Project Nova!!! SC: The Novas hearing it a bit from this crowd here tonight...maybe not overly impressed with how they came about that blockbuster Main Event match for Death or Glory 2008. SJ: Bah...The Novas dont need this crowd. JH: And their partner... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (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...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Jose Ramon!!! SC: This bastard has got right into the head of Epi... SJ: I don't think thats anything anyone should actually think was an easy thing to do...rape and ice cream. SC: (sigh) JH: And their partner... *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (UNHEARD OF CROWD HEAT. THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES' RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: The most disgusting and disturbed man walking the planet... SJ: All hail the Reverend!!!! SC: Shut up... JH: And their opponents... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (BIG ASS FACE POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: One half of the Flawless Connection and he seems to be waiting on the ramp for a moment... *GRAVEMAKERS & GUNSLINGERS' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS* (BIG ASS FACE POP. AS THE GUITARS KICK IN THE STAGE PYRO BLASTS FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, RED AND ORANGE ALTERNATIVELY. RHYS PECT THEN SLOWLY STROLLS HIMSELF OUT THROUGH THE CURTAIN HE HOPS FROM SIDE TO SIDE, PUMPING HIMSELF UP BEFORE CLAPPING HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND SLOWLY JOGGING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…Rhys Pect!!! SC: A LITTLE UNITY FROM THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION HERE SNOOP. SJ: Zzzzzz SC: Wake up! JH: And their partner... *'SUGAR SUGAR' - THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (ALL OF A SUDDEN CROSS COMES PUSHING PAST GORE KNOCKING GORE TO THE GROUND, DESPITE BEING COMPLETELY INJURED HE RUSHES AS FAST AS HE CAN TO THE RING!!!!) SC: CROSS WANTS ONLEE! RIGHT HERE AND NOW! SJ: Someone call security!!! SC: NO NEED CAUSE CROSS HAS GOT THE CHAMP AND THE CHAMP DON'T WANT NONE OF IT! WE ARE UNDER WAY WITH THIS ONE!!!! FINISH...The 8 man tag does not stay at all civil with individual battles raging all over the ring. The referee seeing that he can get no control over it seems to give up and try and stop any illegal activity. Onlee busts Cross who is still injured from the off TV altercation at his home this week, open with a chair shot which the referee misses, in the ring, Ramon is trying to escape the grasp of Eaton Gore, but runs straight into Rhys Pect who belly to belly suplexes him out of the ring. In the ring Jayden Knight looks to score a missle drop kick on Gore connecting as he and Manny look to set Gore up for the 'Star Destroyer', Mike Mitchell comes flying in. Gore takes Jayden out of the ring with a clothesline and Mike finishes off the carnage by grabbing Manny in the 'Flawless Execution' grabbing the one, two and three under the complete chaos of the ringside area. The battles then continue to rage on post the win for Mitchell and his team as Mayhem goes off the air. Winners, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross, Eaton Gore & The Flawless Connection Match Time: 20m30s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (END SHOW.)