DATE : Mon 13th October 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Providence, Rhode Island - Dunkin Doughnuts Centre
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF DRAMATIC FINISH TO LAST WEEK WHERE ONCE MORE THE DICE OF SANDY MAKEL PLAYED A KEY ROLE IN THE WHAT SEEMEND TO BE HIM CASHING IN HIS CHANCE, ONLY FOR A DESPERATE FALLEN ANGEL TO STOP IT.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "CROSS IS THE SAFE BET! " "WELCOME BACK EATON " AND "BAR BRAWLS IN PROVIDENCE RULE!!! ". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: We are here in Providence folks where earlier this week we saw at Paddy O'Quigleys Bar certainly had more than just a few drinks being downed this week folks... SJ: It was chaos...and they didn't even have any of those little umbrellas for my drink. SC: I was talking about Cross, Torch, Makel and Phenom! SJ: Oh... SC: We don't know if this altercation will result in a heavy fine being thrown at the T.F.W.F., but what we do know is that these four men will be in the ring tonight 2 on 2, the Main Event is one of Intercontinental title chasing proportions...as well as the spear head of the Revolution as Mitchell and Tremere MUST tag to take on the dubbed 'Unholy Alliance' of Dorian Wong and the Reverend James Onlee. SJ: I wonder whether either team can work together. I mean I certainly wouldn't hire them to work together on my garden wall. SC: You live in an apartment! SJ: ... *’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, HE GRABS A MICROPHONE.) SM: Now thats what I call keeping something safe... (THE CROWD DON'T LAUGH AT MAKEL'S QUIP. HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ANYWAYS.) SJ: The mans a comedy legend Scoop... SC: I wouldn't go that far! SM: Last week, I sat there and I had the chips in front of me, I had the chance to cash in the 'Golden Ticket' and I didn't...the question on everyones lips is when am I going to do it...but one man has that question on the tip of his tongue more than most...he is of course the temporary CEO of the T.F.W.F., Mr. Fallen Angel. (THE CROWD BOO THE HELL OUT OF FALLEN ANGEL BEING MENTIONED.) SM: He has for weeks been wondering at what stage I will cash it in. But of course, thats a secret between me and well me...you see a good card player never shows his hand...so I want to ask hi... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* SC: Well I think Fallen Angel has heard enough Snoop! SJ: It's going to get nasty Scoop! (FALLEN ANGEL IN BUSINESS ATTIRE COMES ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING UNDER IMMENSE HEAT FROM THE CROWD IN ATTENDACE. GETTING INTO THE RING HE WASTES NO TIME IN THE FACE OF SANDY MAKEL.) FA: You know Makel...its fairly obvious I am getting sick of this bullshit you keep pulling...but I want to make it very clear to you right here and now. When Fallen Angel gets sick and tired of something, he doesn't give up. He doesn't bow down to the whims and the needs of those he needs to appease. 8 years ago when I joined the T.F.W.F. I would do anything to make the world love me...and now...I am very content to make it despise the very ground I walk on. Sandy...you may think you hold all the cards, you might in fact have the best hand. But I want you to look around...cause it doesn't matter how good your hand is....when your in MY CASINO! (SANDY STICKS OUT HIS BOTTOM LIP AND NODS IN A SORT OF AGREEMENT WITH THIS.) FA: So you can stand here and tell me now in front of the entire world when you are going to cash in this 'Golden Ticket'. (SANDY PAUSES FOR A MOMENT...AND LOOKS AROUND.) SM: Lets face facts...your not interested when I cash this in right? Its more will I cash this in before Autumn Annihilation 9 and your match with Sebastian Cross, cause after all if I do that...you meet one of the most deadly men in wrestling today and in 60 minutes you could be destroyed while I am sitting there in the back shining myself up the Undisputed World Championship? Am I right? FA: I... SM: No...if we are dropping the bullshit...I want to know right now! Is that what its about? The fact when I cash this...you might get bumped for a World title shot and the rematch clause against Cross will be just...another...match. FA: Any match between me and Cross is not 'just another match'. SM: Yeah, but for you theres not title at the end is there? See I know you Angel cause you tick just like me... (ANGEL PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.) FA: If I tick just like you...then just like me, a deal can be struck. What do you want? SM: A deal...yeah...I will not cash this in before Autumn Annihilation 9. If you make me....the special guest referee for the match. (THE CROWD 'OOHHH' IN ANTICIPATION.) FA: Do I look like I have 'fucking idiot' written on my forehead. If I do that, you wait till me and Cross have kicked the crap out of one another for 60 minutes and then you cash it in right here and there. (MAKEL NODS HIS HEAD.) SM: Touche...but I can cash this in anytime I want Angel. I can walk backstage now and smash a pipe into the head of Cross and become the next World Champion. Can you afford to have me tailed everytime? Can you afford the stress and worry? You got a company to run as well...you see whatever happens at Autumn Annihilation 9...if you walk out World Champion...you know exactly where I am. (FALLEN ANGEL WAITS FOR A MOMENT AND LOOKS AROUND. HE EXTENDS HIS HAND AND SHAKES THAT OF SANDY MAKEL.) FA: Make sure you get your priorities straight during the match Mr. Referee... (THE CROWD POP FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENT MORE THAN ANYTHING THAT SANDY MAKEL WILL REFEREE THE MAIN EVENT OF AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9.) SC: Fallen Angel has rolled the dice tonight and it seems he might of either sealed his triiumph or indeed sealed his fate Snoop. Whatever the outcome the Champion himself Sebastian Cross' is finding his own fate decided by these two thieves of the night. SJ: If I was Cross I would surrender the title now because Fallen Angel is going to end his career at Autumn Annihilation 9. SC: It now seems Makel does indeed hold all the cards...what a start to Mayhem. Let's go to our Autumn Annihilation 9 Preview following this startling announcement... [HYPE VIDEO: ALTERNATION TO THE MAIN EVENT IS ANNOUNCED AS WELL AS FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE EXILE VS. JOSE RAMON LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH.] SC: Two matches on the card...already and we are kicking off this show with two halves of Tag Teams looking to take out the Novas. Ness and Seth Black our New Hardcore Champion have made a case for themselves as of late, but its the underdog team of Georgie Nickles and Brandon Watkins which are making all the headlines... Brandon Watkins vs Ness (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'TERRA IN BLACK' - ALISEAN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF NESS DESTROYING HIS OPPONENTS WITH WRECKLESS INTENT IS SHOWN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing 240 pounds...Ness!!! SC: Snoop we saw last week Black walk out with that Hardcore title, can he and Ness form a legit threat to the Novas Tag Team title reign? SJ: Well if anyone is going to its going to be Black and Ness...the hot properties in the T.F.W.F. right now. However, we are talking about the greatest Tag Team in the history of the T.F.W.F., so I think anyone will have their work cut out for them. JH: And his opponent... *'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: And your take on the exciting aerial displays of this young man. SJ: Should have applied for that job at Dairy Queen. SC: Will you stop! FINISH...Watkins starts the match with a strong aerial assault putting Ness on the back foot. Ness is able to counter mid match when Watkins misses a missle drop kick from the top rope and allow his methodical smash mouth style of wrestling to wear down the speedster from Civil Unrest. A Ness seems to have turned a corner, Watkins pulls off a 'Spot Light' from seemingly nowhere, he covers Ness who cannot get his shoulder up quick enough after this move. Winner, via pinfall: Brandon Watkins Match Time: 8m29s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match, Watkins celebrates in the ring when Seth Black comes storming down to aid his partner he is about to nail Watkins with the Hardcore title, but Legion of all people makes an apperance and Black thinks better of it, instead helping Ness out of the ring and through the crowd to the back. Watkins and Legion stare one another down as the Tag Team Title situation in the T.F.W.F. takes another dramatic turn. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO AARON ROBERTS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Aaron last week saw a host of names once more throwing themselves into the title picture for the coveted North American Championship yourself and your opponent tonight the undefeated Torin Justice included...your thoughts. AR: Did Randall Dylan really sniff the microphone when I left last week? MM: I am afraid so... AR: Understandable I guess... (MAHONEY SEEMS CONFUSED BY AARON'S RESPONSE.) MM: Anyways...Randall Dylan of course is the current North American Champion, but with the likes of Tank, Clark, Scorpio, Justice and of course yourself all wanting a piece of the gold. How can you be assured that you will put yourself in a position to claim that title? AR: First and foremost I am a rock God, Mahoney...a sexual icon...a wrestling phenomenon...and without my North American title, I feel a little naked. MM: I see...I think... AR: So Aaron Roberts is going to do everything possible to put HIS CLOTHES ON! (ROBERTS WALKS OFF. MAHONEY SHAKES HIS HEAD.) MM: The saga over the North American title continues...from a fully clothed Mahoney McMillian...lets go to Kurt Dawson who is standing with Scorpio. (WE FLIP TO SCORPIO STANDING WITH HIS ARMS AROUND MILANA WHO LIKE A RABBIT IN HEADLIGHTS IS LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM WORRIED.) KD: Scorpio its no secret Milana here has been the viticm of Creepy Randall Dylan, but as her main squeeze how do you propose to take care of him? S: I think its only right I take his North American title... (MILANA LOOKS AT THE SELF ABSORBED SCORPIO WITH DISGUST A LITTLE AT HIS OWN PERSONAL AGENDA FOR THE TITLE. ALL OF A SUDDEN TORIN JUSTICE WALKS INTO VIEW. THE CROWD BOO ONCE MORE AS HE CHECKS OUT MILANA BEFORE GETTING INTO SCORPIO'S FACE.) TJ: I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live a life where one cares so much for material things... (JUSTICE WALKS AROUND MILANA WHO IS BURIED INTO THE HOLDING ARMS OF SCORPIO. HE STOPS.) TJ: But you see I am undefeated here in the T.F.W.F. and the reason is because I just don't care about such things Scorpio. I don't allow my mind to be clouded...I just like to watch things for others fall apart. Dreams get shattered like broken glass. S: Nobody has or ever will shatter my dreams... (JUSTICE SMILES SICKLY.) TJ: Time will tell... (JUSTICE WALKS AWAY LEAVING SCORPIO, MILANA AND KURT.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: More drama over the belt and up next we will see Scorpio taking on another contender in the form of Tank... Tank vs Scorpio (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. IMAGES OF A TANK BULLDOZING ITS WAY THROUGH A WALL IS SHOWN MIXED IN WITH SHOTS OF TANK BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF A HEAVY BAG IN THE GYM. TANK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SLAMS HIS FISTS INTO THE METAL GROUND BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Fayetteville, Arkansas...weighing 276 pounds...Tank!!! SC: A controversial loss last week for the big man sees him looking to bounce back with avengence this week on Scorpio. SJ: Well Scorps could be the Champion if Tank hadn't put his big ugly mug into the match. JH: And his opponent... *'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: As you said no love lost here as these two men go at it Snoop based on the outcome of last week. SJ: Scorpio is going to derail that big lug right here and now! FINISH...Tank controls the early going of the match by bulldozing the hell out of Scorpio sending the new star all over the ring. Scorpio seeks solice in the outside where Milana is like a cat on a hot tin roof with worry, constantly looking over her shoulder. Tank misses a charge into the corner instead he runs straight into a ringpost. Scorpio uses this setback to garner momentum for his assault on Tank, as he looks to put the finishing touches to it, Kent Clark comes racing down to the ring, with Milana screaming in fear and seemingly not knowing who the hell in the T.F.W.F. is sane post her Dylan experience, Scorpio is distracted, Tank uses this to his hoist Scorpio into the 'Black Top' and get the pin with a three count. Winner, via pinfall: Tank Match Time: 10m03s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match, Kent Clark gets into the ring and starts celebrating with Tank who seems less than impressed his "little brother" of sorts came down for his match. Scorpio pissed that he lost slides out of the ring and grabs a ring bell and looks to level Tank, but Tank is lucky Kent is on hand as he baseball slide tackles the advancing Scorpio. Tank calls for beers on the celebration, but Kent shakes his head and asks for a Diet Pepsi. Tank then just leaves shaking his head as the crowd laugh and Kent tries to explain to him how cool Diet Pepsi is! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SEBASTIAN CROSS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Sebastian, you heard the announcement earlier tonight concerning Makel as a the special guest referee for your contenst at Autumn Annihilation 9. Your thoughts? SC: I said last week McMillian, all the cards are with Makel, so I would like to 'thank' Fallen Angel on basically screwing the pooch. MM: You think Makel will keep to his word? SC: Sandy Makel has done me one massive favour Mahoney...he has got so in the head of Fallen Angel that I am not holding out any optimism he can even compete at AA9... MM: Really? SC: I never mince my words...I am the World Champion and the world is gunning for me...only this time...the challenger has got people gunning for him as well... (BEFORE MAC CAN ELBORATE, CROSS IN HIS USUAL BROODING FASHION WALKS OFF. AS THE CROWD CHEER WILDLY IN THE ARENA.) (ACTION CUTS TO DORIAN WONG STANDING WITH A RING CREW ASSISTANT BACKSTAGE. THE ASSISTANT LOOKS SCARED OUT OF HIS WITS.) RA: Sir, I didn't know it was your bagel...I just threw it away. (WONG SMILES SICKLY.) DW: It just makes me wonder what else I can butter...with this knife... (DORIAN REMOVES HIS FAMED LETTER OPENER AND PLAYS WITH IT BACK AND FORTH IN HIS HAND THE ASSISTANT GULPS AND TURNS TO RUN, BUT HE WALKS STRAIGHT INTO JAMES ONLEE AS THE CROWD HEAT GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER IN THE RINGSIDE AREA.) JO: What seems to be the issue here? DW: He threw away my bagel... RA: It was an accident.... JO: Do you even like bagels? DW: No... RA: Huh? (WONG STRIKS THE YOUNG MAN TO THE FLOOR AND STAMPS A HOLE INTO HIM WITH VICIOUS INTENT. ONLEE DOES NOTHING BUT WATCHES.) JO: All that over a bagel... DW: I am a man of prinicpal Mr. Onlee...what is mine is mine and what is yours is mine for the taking. (ONLEE TAPS THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE AROUND THE WAIST OF WONG.) JO: My prinicap is simple...what God wants me to do...I do. DW: And what is he asking you to do in this case Mr. Onlee... (ONLEE LOOKS ONCE MORE AT THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE. HE THEN FULLY BOOTS THE ASSISTANT IN THE RIBS.) JO: The World was not created in a day Mr. Wong... (ONLEE WALKS OFF, WONG LOOKS DOWN AT THE MAN AND REMOVES A BOX OF MATCHES FROM HIS POCKET.) DW: But you could burn it to the ground in less than half... (WONG DROPS THE MATCH ONTO THE ASSISTANT SECONDS LATER HE CAN BE HEARD SCREAMING AS DORIAN WALKS OFF EATING A BAGEL FROM HIS POCKET???) (ACTION CHANGES TO TREMERE WARMING UP BACKSTAGE MAHONEY WALKS INTO VIEW.) MM: Tremere the world wants to know can you and Mike Mitchell co-exsist tonight in the Main Event with all the question of leadership going on? T: I can sit here and go through the ins and outs of how I feel...or I can say this very quickly...GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! (MAHONEY CANNOT BE MORE SHOCKED THAN THE ATTITUDE OF TREMERE SOMEONE WHOM HE HAS WORKED WITH A LOT BEFORE. TREMERE GOES DOWN TO HIS BAG OF TRICKS AND REMOVES SOME BARBWIRE. HE LAYS IT ON THE FLOOR AND PROCEEDS TO DO PUSH UPS OVER THE TOP OF IT. HE LOOKS UP ONE TIME SNARLING AT MAHONEY WHO THEN HIGH TAILS IT OUT OF THERE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Tremere is under immense stress at the moment and even allies of the past aren't allowed into his personal space. SJ: Well of course he and Mitchell are stressed...if Onlee and Wong get hold of him...its curtains for their poxy revolution. SC: Well call me a cynic, but I don't trust that Unholy Alliance for one second... Kent Clark/Exile vs Randall Dylan/Jose Ramon (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'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: A heart breaking loss last week for the former North American Champion, tonight teams with Exile to face Dylan and Jose. SJ: I hate this damn loser... JH: And his partner... *'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: Jose Ramon once again proved last week how low he will stoop in this feud with Exile. A last man standing match awaits the two at AA9. SJ: Stoop? Jose Ramon has been a victim since day 1 Scoop. A victim of gimmick infringement, sister sexual shagging and title stealing. How much more pain must Jose go through! I ask you! SC: Your an idiot... JH: And their opponents... *'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 your hero is here Snoop...What the hell are you doing saluting him! SJ: Jose is a real American hero Scoop...GOD BLESS JOSE! GOD BLESS AMERICA! GOD BLESS... JH: And his partner... *’I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE WORDS ‘BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER’ FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Randall Dylan!!! SC: Talking about a man who has been rubbing people up the wrong way... SJ: I dont know that massage he did on Aaron last week looked pretty technically sound. SC: You really are an idiot... FINISH...Surprisingly the team with the more dominant over tones are Jose Ramon and Randall Dylan as they look a lot more in tune than the stable team of Exile and Clark. The momentum of the match swings heavily on Ramon's ability to make key tags to the powerful Dylan who pretty much squashes any momentum that is being built up by Civil Unrest. Finally its Ramon getting a hot tag who catches Exile with a 'Take 5' followed by a 'Posterized' getting the three count. He looks to inflict further damage, but Kent rolls Exile out of the ring save him. Winners, via pinfall: Jose Ramon & Randall Dylan Match Time: 10m45 Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match the valiant efforts of Clark come undone as Randall Dylan grabs him and chokeslams the little trooper on his way back towards the backstage area leaving Exile now tending to Clark. (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) Torin Justice 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: Aaron of course said earlier tonight this title means the world to him, Justice another man standing in his way. SJ: The combination of sexiness and moodiness reminds me of my ex wife. SC: Was that before she left you for her tennis coach? SJ: He was a ball boy! (whails uncontrollably.) JH: And his opponent... *'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: Justrice certainly got under the skin of Scorpio earlier...Snoop...Snoop you ok? SJ:HE WAS A RACKET HOUND!!! FINISH...A great little match back and forth as Justice uses his methodical take no prisoners style to get the match going in his direction, Roberts tries to play the whole 'finger nail injury' move again, but no referee in the T.F.W.F. believes that whooper now. As Justice continues his assault, Roberts catches a break on a missed hiptoss off an irish whip. With Roberts back in control it shows that even the undefeated Justice can be pushed to the limit. A wild right by Justice plays straight into Roberts nailing the 'AGR' and picking up the three ending the winning streak of Torin Justice. Winner, via pinfall: Aaron Roberts Match Time: 12m23s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match Roberts makes his way from the ringside area, but Justice isn't done with him and comes to the outside as the two men begin to brawl up the ramp before security pulls them apart. It seems the fight over the North American title keeps on getting more and more intense. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO TORCH STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Torch we already heard the low down of what happened at the bar right here in Providence earlier this week...but my understanding is that The Standards and Practies Committee wants you to back off Phenom and vice versa because of the exccessive violence you are both bringing to the ring. T: Your right thats the message going around...and I say quite literally that they can go fuck themselves... MM: I am sorry? T: You heard me, they can take turns fucking each other up the MOTHER FUCKING ASS FOR ALL I CARE! YOU LISTEN HERE! I SHALL NOT REST, I SHALL NOT STOP UNTIL PHENOM IS 6 FEET UNDER WITH 3 TONS OF DIRT ON TOP OF HIS DECAYING BODY! MM: Torch please calm down... T: It gets better Mac...cause at Autumn Annihilation 9...I am going to kill Phenom the best way I know how...A Circle of Blood match... (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA ARE ELECTRIC. ALL OF A SUDDEN PHENOM RUSHES OUT OF NOWHERE AND GRABS TORCH. HE SLAMS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO A STEEL WALL. THE CROWD ARE SCREAMING LIKE MAD AS PHENOM GRABS TORCH'S HAND AND PUTS IT INTO A DOOR OPENING AND SLAMS A DOOR SHUT ON IT. TORCH KICKS OUT AND CATCHES PHENOM IN THE BALLS. PHENOM DOUBLES OVER. TORCH THEN PICKS UP A PIECE OF WALL DEBRIS AND TRIES TO STAB IT IN THE EYE OF PHENOM, BUT MISSES AND RIPS OPEN HIS CHEEK. EMTS AND SECURITY PULL THE TWO MEN APART AS THEY SEEM HELL BENT AND KILLING ONE ANOTHER.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO APB WALKING INTO THE ARENA. THE CROWD GIVE A POP FOR THE SEEMINGLY RETURNING STAR. HE BUMPS INTO NESS, SETH BLACK AND TORIN JUSTICE WHOM DONT SEEM AS KEEN TO SEE HIM.) APB: Troops the General is back! (NESS AND BLACK LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER FOR A MOMENT. JUSTICE SPEAKS.) TJ: And you are? APB: Your boss....where did you dig this guy up from? (APB NUDGES NESS AND WINKS. NESS BACKS AWAY A LITTLE. BLACK SPEAKS.) SB: Since you left are a changed outfit Allen...different in a lot of ways. APB: Progress? Heck I am down with that! SB: And we needed to make some vital changes... (WITH THAT NESS SLAMS A FIST INTO APB'S FACE AND LEAPS ONTO HIM BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIM. THE CROWD BOO AS BLACK AND JUSTICE PUT THE BOOTS IN AS WELL. APB'S RETURN SEEMS TO BE ON ICE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Like a pack of wolves the P.O.W. has stopped APB returning to the T.F.W.F.. SJ: Bah he was old news... SC: You feeling better now? SJ: Yes... SC: So we can do some back and forth... SJ: Like a rally? SC: Ummm...I guess... SJ: RALLYY!!!!! WAHHHHHHHH! SC: (sigh) TITLE - Hardcore Seth Black (c) vs Georgie Nickles (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. GEORGIE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE TO HER MUSIC AND PYROS LOOKING VERY FOCUSED INDEED.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 137 pounds…Georgie Nickles!!! SC: Georgie Nickles, Hardcore Champion can you believe the possibility? SJ: Georgie...Hardcore...Screw my wife! WHERE? SC: Nevermind... JH: And her opponent... *'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...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Seth Black!!! SC: The assault he and his buddies laid down on APB earlier was disgusting. SJ: P.O.W. has advanced under the new regime...APB is just a terrible reminder of the failure of yesteryear...years of heart ache. SC: They have only been active for like 11 months. SJ: I remember in 1987.... SC: Shut up... FINISH...One of the matches of the night as Georgie and Seth battle back and forth like they really really want this match. Black gets caught early misjudging the speed in which an assault by Nickles can be delivered, but once he adjusts to this fact he becomes more comfortable in the ring with his much lighter and quicker opponent. This doesn't stop Nickles from delivering at moments brilliant moves such as a corkscrew from the top rope which drastically changes the momentum of the match back to her favour. The final turn comes when Ness fresh of kicking the crap out of APB makes his way to the ring, he is about to call an interference play when Brandon Watkins surges down the ramp and tackles him over the guard rail!!! The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as Black grabs a chair and looks to nail Georgie with it, he misses and slams a turnbuckle, on instinct, Georgie hits a crescent kick sending Black stumbling back she leaps onto the top rope and hits the 'Carpe Diem' the referee makes the three count and we have a brand new Hardcore Champion. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Georgie Nickles Match Time: 14m04s Match Rating: 4 Stars Brandon recovers from the guard rail and pulls Georgie out of the ring before Black can recover. He puts her on his shoulders as she holds the Hardcore title up with the crowd cheering wildly around her. (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Folks welcome back and we have just seen history been made by Georgie Nickles only the second woman in the history of the T.F.W.F. to become the Hardcore Champion. SJ: The first one being Mysti who then went onto make a host of porn films called 'Hurricaine Blows'...lets hope Georgie follows in her footsteps. SC: You really need to get laid. SJ: Sorry Scoop, your just not my type... SC: (sigh) Let's go to Jaycee... Torch/Sebastian Cross vs Sandy Makel/Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: After the showing in Providence earlier and of course the scenes from the bar we saw highlighted at the top of the show. Its no wonder Phenom hasnt been suspended from the T.F.W.F. with some of the actions he has taken lately. SJ: Nobody would suspend their best asset...man oh man this match is going to be sweet. JH: And his partner... *’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: Makel has had one hell of a week Scoop in terms of how everything seems to be going his way. SJ:The man could lose a dollar and find 20 he is that good. JH: And their opponents... *’FUEL’ – METALICA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!! SC: I wonder how the damaged hand will effect Torch in this contest? SJ: His tagging skills might drop off mind you, who would want to Tag Torch into anyhing! JH: And his 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: No man has faced more adversity than Sebastian Cross and yet he still finds himself the World Champion. SJ: But for all we know Makel could cash that shot in right here and now on Mayhem! FINISH...Match of the night without a doubt as it shows what can happen when people work "together" obviously what we mean is in the wrestling tag team sense...yes...anyways...Phenom and Torch allow Cross and Makel to go at it most since both of them have tried to blind and dehand one another earlier. Cross and Makel as predicted is a see saw epic of wrestling with neithe man getting a distinct advantage. Sooner rather than later they let the animals out the cage make respective tags to 'Nom and Torch who go at it like never before. T.F.W.F. security sensing pademonium come to the ringside area as the two threaten to once more take it too far. Before they can do anything though, its Cross who jumps into the ring and ever the martyr nails the entire security team with a flying cross body, he then flips the bird backstage obviously intended for Fallen Angel and anything he stands for. Cross and Makel then go at it up the aisle fighting back and forth as Sandy senses the opportunity to inflict some damage, Sandy swings a wild right and misses as Cross leaps onto him and starts pounding rights and lefts into him. All of a sudden Fallen Angel walks onto the stage with his baseball bat. The crowd gasp as it seems Cross has not seen Angel raise the bat over his head, but Cross rolls out the way at the last minute and Angel slams the bat into the shoulder of the prone Makel! Makel seemingly passes out from the shock. Cross then leaps onto his feet and pulls the bat from Angel to the cheers of the crowd, he slams it into his forehead sending the CEO OFF THE DAMN STAGE! WITH THE CROWD CHANTING 'HOLY SHIT' CROSS RUNS BACK DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDES INTO THE RING. TORCH AT THIS STAGE LOOKS IN TROUBLE, BUT CROSS NAILS THE 'DIVINE INTERVENTION' ON PHENOM. TORCH FALLS TO THE MAT HOLDING HIS HAND EXHAUSTED AS CROSS COVERS NOM FOR THE DAMN THREE COUNT!!! Winners, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross & Torch Match Time: 20m30s Match Rating: 5 Stars SC: THIS PLACE HAS GONE CRAZY! CROSS HAS JUST SHOVED THE ENTIRE MOMENT EARLIER TONIGHT BETWEEN MAKEL AND ANGEL RIGHT UP THEIR ASSES!!! SJ: I cannot hear you...this crowd is going crazy! SC: The World Champion might not have the best hand, or even the Casino, but what he has got is the rulebook for this game and he just threw that right out the window! He and Torch get the win, but more importantly the number one contender and the special guest referee have felt first hand what it means to tangle with the World Champion! SJ: We need some EMTs out here...Angel is hurt, Makel is hurt! Hell even Phenom isn't getting up! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO BRANDON WATKINS SITTING IN HIS LOCKER ROOM WHEN THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR LEGION WALKS IN.) L: I just wanted to say...when BD is healthy again me and him will be gunning for those Tag Team Championships just like you and Georgie are. BW: Hey its a free country Legion, but I got to say this how confident are you Black Death will be back and healthy. L: Faith is a good thing Watkins...just like I have faith that when we get our shot we will become the next Tag Team Champions. (ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. LEGION OPENS IT TO FIND KIRSTA LEWIS STANDING THERE LOOKING PARTICULARLY MINXY.) KL: Legion...I am glad I found you...Misty has been taken ill and rushed to hospital. L: Huh? KL: Cross my heart and hope to die... (LEGION STEPS OUT INTO THE HALLWAY.) JK: Stick a size 12 boot in your eye! (KNIGHT LEVELS LEGION TO THE FLOOR WITH A 'JK-47' LEWIS GIVES JAYDEN A KISS ON THE CHEEK. HE AND MANNY ENTER THE CIVIL UNREST LOCKER ROOM AS SHE LOCKS THE DOOR BEHIND THEM DROPPING THE KEY DOWN HER TOP SHE STEPS OVER THE BODY OF LEGION AS BRANDON WATKINS CAN BE HEARD HAVING THE CRAP KICKED OUT OF HIM INSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM BY THE NOVAS.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE TO MIKE MITCHELL WARMING UP. HE HAS THE SAME INTENSE LOOK ON HIS FACE AS TREMERE DID EARLIER. MAHONEY LOOKS TO APPROACH HIM. MITCHELL GIVES HIM ALSO AN UNCHARACTERISTIC STARE OF DON'T BOTHER ME. MAHONEYU BACKS OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Kirsta Lewis helping the Novas set up Legion and Brandon Watkins backstage, what a harlet! SJ: She makes my heart skip a beat YOWZER! SC: Well this match has been an intense build up all night...its down to four men...all with a Revolution and a Strap of Gold in mind. SJ: Hey the titles kind of like their own version of a flag! SC: In a way I guess... SJ: You do know the moon landing was faked... SC: That has nothing to do with anything... SJ: YOUR FACE! Mike Mitchell/Tremere vs Dorian Wong/James Onlee (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's Main Event... *’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: No man has taken his craft more seriously in the T.F.W.F. than Tremere... SJ: What about Crafto the Pot maker/wrestler? SC: Idiot... 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: Mitchell and Tremere stuggled for a common objective last week, this week no Cross to stand between them. SJ: They probably didnt even realize cause he was so short. SC: Will you stop! JH: And their opponents... *’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: Don't take this man's bagel... SJ: Its like me with she male porn...I mean regular porn. SC: As the say to kids you need a timeout Snoop. 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: His God has sent him on a mission to take that Intercontinental title, we must remember that he and Wong are not friends. SJ: Do you think they might exchange Christmas cards? SC: TIMEOUT! FINISH... It seems lady luck does not shine on Tremere once more as he is caught pissing in the wind with this one. Not himself by any stretch of the imagination, Mike Mitchell once more does a valiant job trying to keep things going for his team, but ultimately, Tremere is out of this contest and seemingly its Mitchell vs. the World. When Wong and Mitchell battle over the top rope and fall to the outside. Onlee like a predator wraps Tremere in the 'Deliverance' until the man taps. Winners, via submission: James Onlee & Dorian Wong Match Time: 13m45s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match, Onlee and Wong get into the ring and pin down Tremere. Wong removes his knife and begins to make cuts all over the body of Tremere as Onlee wraps him in another submission hold. They look like they are trying to make him bleed like a pig cutting off the oxygen and blood to his head! SC: SOMEBODY STOP THIS...ACT! THIS DISGUSTING ACT! Seemingly on those words, Mitchell springs up from the ringside area and grabs Wong's IC title, he bull rushes Jack and Jill knocking them over. He hits the ring and Wong is on his feet spinning the knife around in his hand, he lunges for Mitchell who side steps a knife shot to the stomach and crashes the IC title over the head of Wong. Wong stumbles and Mitchell sends him over the top rope with a drop kick. Onlee then grabs Mitchell in one of his sleeper holds, Mitchell battles on kicking and trying to break it, he pulls Onlee over to the ropes and uses the leverage of the top turnbuckle to spring over Onlee into what would classify as a pin move, breaking Onlee with it, Mitchell then pulls into a quick, but poetic looking 'Flawless Execution' onto the IC title taking him out. Mike then looks over the fallen body of Tremere and picks up the Intercontinental title. He looks at his partner and his two opponents from this evening and shows the crowd his intent by trying on the IC title around his waist. The crowd go crazy for it as Mitchell drops the title and looks to them, seemingly making it very clear he is the Revolution leader and next IC Champion...the final shot of the night focuses on the now dropped IC belt smattered with the blood of these four men of principle. (END SHOW.)