DATE : Mon 19thMay 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Manchester, England - Old Trafford
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THIS AMAZING MONDAY MAYHEM DUBBED BY MANY TO BE 'SUPER MAYHEM' IS SHOWN INCLUDING THE WORLD TITLE ANNOUNCEMENT BETWEEN FALLEN ANGEL VS. JAMES ONLEE WITH SEBASTIAN CROSS REFEREEING. ALSO ON THE CARD ARE THE DWIWF NORTH AMERICAN TITLE, T.F.W.F. EUROPEAN TITLE AND T.F.W.F. INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE ALL TO BE CONTESTED TONIGHT ON THIS MAYHEM SHOW.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - FROM THE T.F.W.F. ALBUM - BY STAR FISH PLAYS* (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA GO ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. MANCHESTER IS ON THEIR FEET WITH SIGNS SUCH AS 'CROSS WILL BE THE REAL WINNER TONIGHT', 'STOP THE KIRSTA KICK' AND 'MANCHESTER IS GOING TO GET PIMPED'. FINALLY THE CAMERA SPINNING AROUND THE ARENA STOPS ON SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: WELCOME EVERYONE TO MANCHESTER, ENGLAND! IT'S MONDAY MAYHEM IT'S BEEN DUBBED THE SUPER SHOW BECAUSE TONIGHT ONLEE AND ANGEL FACE OFF FOR THE WORLD TITLE!!!! SJ: Now this is what a Main Event should be, the Great One, the Icon of Wrestling, the Career Killer vs. the World Champion, The Reverend, The Master of the Mind game…its what wrestling is all about Scooper. SC: Snoop is excited as hell here, in fact I am slightly concerned about the love he has for this match…none the less we are packed to the rafters with matches tonight and one which has been pressing on a few people's minds Snoop has been the state of the DWIWF North American Championship as well as this constant back and forth battle between Civil UnRest lead by Georgie Nickles and Patriots of Wrestling lead by Allen Bartsch… SJ: Well, I think it's fair to say the Patriots of Wrestling came to the T.F.W.F. and unified here to oust the likes of these non conformists. You know Bartsch is only asking for respect Scoop…respect for this company which it has taken him his entire career to get here. SC: So Civil UnRest should be punished because Allen Bartsch feels people here need to pay their dues? SJ: Ummm well you don't see Dylan, Black or Matthews complaining do you? SC: (Sigh) Let's go to Jaycee… TITLE - North American - Battle Royal Exile (c) vs James Matthews vs Ally Braddock vs APB vs Seth Black vs Georgie Nickles vs Kent Clark vs Randall Dylan (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is an over the top battle royal for the DWIWF North American Championship… *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. AN AMERICAN FLAG APPEARS TO BE WAVING ON THE T.A.T., SURPRISINGLY THIS ISN'T MET WITH MANY CHEERS. SETH BLACK, RANDALL DYLAN, JAMES MATTHEWS WALK OUT IN A MILIATARY LINE. AMANDA BARTSCH FOLLOWS OUT AND CUTS A POSE AS APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda Bartsch…Randall Dylan…James Matthews…Seth Black…and Allen Bartsch…The Patriots Of Wrestling…P…O…W…!!! SC: A sign of unison here from the POW… SJ: One of these men is walking out the North American Champion Scoop…I can feel it. JH: And their opponents… *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. CIVIL UNREST WALK ONTO THE STAGE AND SHARE A GROUP HUG AND HIGH FIVES AS THEY WALK TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by Michael…Ally Braddock…Kent Clark…The DWIWF North American Champion…Exile…Georgie Nickles…they are Civil Unrest!!! SC: Unity shown here Snoop… SJ: Bah! False love! The Match Begins…all eight participants stand across from one another. Braddock and Nickles converse as Exile stretches, Clark jumps up and down, from nowhere Dylan rushes over and delivers a massive boot to the face sending Clark crashing into the corner. Like wolves, POW jump the Unrest with a barrage of offense. Bartsch scores a suplex into a powerbomb on Exile. Nickles is shoved into a corner by Black who follows with a series of stiff shots and a short burst clotheslines before belly to belly suplex across the ring. Braddock ducks a Matthews roundhouse, but the big man picks her up and looks immediately to dump her over the top rope, but Braddock grips the ropes and hangs on for dear life before Exile makes the save. Matthews and Exile go at it, interrupted by Dylan scoring an electric chair drop on the Champion. SC: Domination in this opening sequence for the Patriots Of Wrestling really showing this pack of wolves mentality taking apart Civil Unrest. SJ: I told you Scoop, this is there match. Civil Unrest might appear all huggy and high fivey, but to be honest they all want this title and when it boils down to it, who is going to screw who over. SC: That vixen Amanda Bartsch circling the ringside area as well… SJ: Ummm hello Whistler from fucking Blade is hanging around as well like a bad smell Scoop. Someone should kick him in his gammy leg! SC: Will you stop!!! The middle of the match…has all the hallmarks of a tremendous comeback from Civil Unrest, having had their asses handed to them from the opening bell. Innovation becomes the key as Exile and Braddock demonstrate linking arms and delivering a linked arm clothesline to James Matthews almost sending him crashing over the top rope. Georgie Nickles meanwhile is delivering a serious of vicious chops across the chest of Bartsch, he spins her around and looks to do the same, but from nowehere Kent Clark comes flying in with a bulldog taking down Bartsch. As Dylan tries to help, Nickles launches a drop kick sending the big man pin wheeling backwards. Seth Black sees himself taken down as well he catches an attempted hurricanrana attempt by Braddock. Exile springs off the top rope and nails a fist to the back of Black's head allowing the momentum to carry through. The crowd love the innovative style which Civil Unrest bring to the table. SC: Civil Unrest have turned this match around here Snoop, using their team work and innovative offense to take down arguably much larger opposition. SJ: Yeah, but only one of these people can walk out the North American Champion Scoop, so how long is the Happy Camper Team Work going to go on? SC: I would say till all of the P.O.W. have been eliminated from this match! SJ: Well that's just not sporting… SC: And weeks of torture these Patriots of Wrestling have delivered on Civil Unrest! I think it's damn well justified! FINISH...The participants battle back and forth looking for any sort of advantage. James Matthews has Kent Clark pressed in the air near the ropes, Exile whips Randall Dylan into them and the big man knocks both of them over the top rope. Eliminated: Kent Clark & James Matthews At the same time, Ally Braddock has APB in a hurrcanrana on the other side of the ring and eliminate the Captain of POW, but the snitchy Amanda pulls on her as she eliminates her man allowing Dylan to roam across the ring and put the final boot to her face. Eliminated: APB & Ally Braddock With the match down to four people Randall Dylan backs Georgie Nickles into a corner and slaps the shit out of her is about to go in for a kiss when Michael Nickles has seen enough he hops the top rope and starts trying to pull the big man out of the ring! SC: Michael Nickles has thrown himself into this match! Holy Hell! SJ: APB and Matthews have got him. Oh no...APB slams him onto the table, Matthews is going to hit it!!!! Matthews nails a spinning sidewalk slam on Michael through the Spanish announce table. SC: Michael is in trouble and needs help! What the hell is Exile doing!!! SJ: You cannot be serious! Exile mounts the top turnbuckle and hits a spinning heel kick on APB and Matthews saving Michael from any more damage to the chants of 'Holy Shit' from the crowd and probably seriously injurying himself in the process. SC: EXILE HAS ELIMINATED HIMSELF FROM THE MATCH TO SAVE MICHAEL NICKLES! WHAT A TEAM PLAYER! SJ: What a jack ass! Eliminated: Exile Dylan and Black begin to do a number on Georgie Nickles as she is thrown around the ring like a rag doll. APB and Matthews are out of it on the outside, but Kent Clark seems to be stirring. Braddock is still out cold from the big boot to the face and the constant sly kicks from Amanda Bartsch. Clark pulls himself back into the ring and Dylan grabs him by the throat, he is about to hit a chokeslam when Clark kicks him in the balls!!! SJ: What the hell get Link the hell out of the ring he has been eliminated! SC: I have a feeling its Dragon Punch time Snoop... Kent slams his famed 'Dragon Punch' into the kisser of Dylan knocking the big man back into the ropes as he becomes tied up in them. Ally Braddock slowly gets to her feet and superkicks Amanda Bartsch to the mat. She grabs onto Dylan as well as Clark grabs a leg and pulls Dylan up. Nickles then adds fire to the match by grabbing the other leg as the toss the big destructive man out of the ring. Eliminated: Randall Dylan Seth Black wastes no time flying in to make sure Clark isn't in the match anymore, but Nickles ducks his attack and scores a version of the 'Carpe Diem' which sees her land on the apron on the outside and eliminate Seth in the process. Eliminated: Seth Black Winner of the battle royal and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Georgie Nickles Nickles is presented the belt and drops out of the ring to tend to her father on the outside. She helps Michael who has flown over to the UK for this night to his feet. They hold the North American title in the air together as the likes of Clark, Exile and Braddock slowly get to their feet. They hoist Georgie on their shoulders as Civil Unrest make their way back up the ramp with the recovering POW team knowing that this one was a CU victory. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO EPSILON LICKING AN ICE CREAM AND LOOKING PLEASED WITH HIMSELF. HE STARTS TO WALK AROUND THE CORNER WHEN HE SEES JOSE RAMON STANDING WITH KIRSTA LEWIS.) KL: So basically how I see it is that I am the greatest Intercontinental Champion to have ever walked into the T.F.W.F.. (RAMON NODS AND MOVES HIS HEAD ROLLING HIS EYES GENERALLY IN THE DIRECTION OF BEING BORED BY THE ARROGANCE OF LEWIS.) KL: So what's going on with that big oaf you been dealing with Epsilon that's his name right? JR: You wanna talk about being a great Champion…let's talk about manipulating that big oaf into getting right under Gore's skin! (LEWIS NODS IN SOME SORT OF SICK RESPECT FOR THE COCKY NEWCOMER TO THE T.F.W.F.. EPSILON STANDING AROUND THE CORNER DROPS HIS ICE CREAM TO THE FLOOR AS TEARS WELL UP IN HIS EYES. HE TURNS AROUND AND RUNS OFF. RAMON LOOKS AROUND THE CORNER HEARING FOOT STEPS, BUT NOT SEEING ANYONE HE SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS AND GOES BACK TO TALKING TO KIRSTA.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I KNEW IT! HE HAS BEEN USING EPI!!! SJ: Those damn T.F.W.F. camera men using their visual effects… SC: Are you kidding me…Epsilon has been totally conned by Jose Ramon. SJ: Never…Jose is a giving man who has helped that little 'tard out. SC: (sigh) Up next…it will be Gore vs. Ramon, but in tag format as they team with Iziah Hunter and Tremere respectively. Another feud with a lot of bad blood. SJ: Scally's got your brother in law!!! Ne ne ne ne nah! SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! Tremere/Jose Ramon vs Eaton Gore/Iziah Hunter JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'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…Iziah 'The Judge' Hunter!!! SC: Former Hardcore Champion who has been emotionally pulled into this feud with Tremere and of course Scally. SJ: Tremere snuck the advantage last week when he became Hardcore Champion taking the belt from Hunter. But for me…Scally holds all the aces. SC: It will be one hell of a match at Death or Glory 2008… JH: And his partner… *'SUGAR SUGAR' - THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH. CAUSING AN EXPLOSIVE POP. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING READY TO DISH OUT PAIN ONTO HIS NEXT TARGET.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hannibal, Missouri…weighing 162 pounds…Eaton Gore!!! SC: The secret of Jose's manipulation seems very apparent to Epsilon now…and I wonder if Gore can console the big man for his mistake. SJ: Epsilon likes consoling by men…PRISON FACT! SC: Will you stop! JH: And their opponents… *'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…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…Tremere!!! SC: The Ultimate Advantage taker Tremere hence the 14 reigns as Hardcore Champion Snoop. SJ: Yeah he might well be all that right now…but how will he match up against Scallycore. JH: And his 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: A complete and utter ass Snoop…I don't think there is any other way to describe him. SJ: Light-Heavyweight Legend… SC: Idiot… The Match begins…Jose stands there and sees Gore who looks ready to launch himself across the ring. Hunter then shakes his head and rushes over and nails Jose with a clothesline. He backs the youngster into the corner and slaps the crap out of him before sending him crashing into the other corner as Jose bounces back out, Hunter grabs him in an arm drag take down into a wrist lock. Ramon writhes in agony on the mat as Hunter synchs it in. Hunter drops a leg on the arm and wraps the arm into a submission hold once more. Jose does some fancy cartwheel procedure to get out of the hold and immediately launches himself into the corner to tag in Tremere. Tremere steps in and the crowd go wild as he and Hunter go nose to nose. Tremere delivers a push to the chest, Hunter slaps him around the chops and the two trade punches back and forth as the crowd go wild. SC: The opening of this match is Hunter vs. Tremere and its physical as hell. Did you see how quickly Ramon bailed out of this one? SJ: Tactical Scoop…he knows Tremere is fired up to fight Hunter. SC: More like cowardly… SJ: Jose laughs in the face of cowards! The middle of the match…becomes totally about Hunter and Tremere as both show case their 'other' talents apart from slamming various people into objects etc etc. Hunter gives Tremere a fierce body slam as he let's go though Tremere grabs Hunter's arm and whips him down attaching his own variation of an arm wringer. Hunter doesn't look too comfortable as Tremere synches the move in harder and harder. Pulling Hunter to his feet he delivers two quick boots to the midsection and lifts Hunter up and away into a fallaway slam. A cover gets a mere two count as Hunter gets his shoulders up. Hunter then blocks a boot to the guts on the ground by Tremere and twists his knee into a one legged Boston crab submission hold. Tremere starts to crawl to his corner, but Hunter pulls up and drags him back into the middle of the ring. Hunter then positions the leg allowing him to apply a STF onto Tremere as well. With the Hardcore Champion in trouble, Jose leaps onto the top rope and breaks up the submission hold by hitting a leg drop. Hunter grabs Jose around the throat and delivers a chokeslam in the middle of the ring seemingly knocking the LHW Champion out of it! Gore never one to wait bursts into the ring and leaps onto Jose and starts slamming his head into the mat over and over and over again!!! SC: EATON GORE HAS GONE MAD! SJ: Where did you get that news flash 1999? SC: And the referee is having to pull Gore off Ramon, I don't fancy the ref's chances of escaping this one either. Oh WAIT RAMON WITH A LOW BLOW ON THE REFEREE! FROM THE BACKSIDE! SJ: Beautiful Jose! And now the bulldog on Gore! SC: Hunter has got Jose again as the referee is down…Tremere with a chop block on Hunter. Here comes 'Heaven's Exile', but there's no referee to make the cover! SJ: Dammit…Jose look out! SC: Gore just speared Jose into the corner! Where did that come from! Pandemonium has broken out in this match! FINISH...The four men are going at it like never seen before when all of a sudden from out of the crowd comes The Ultimate Scally!!! SC: Scally is here and in Manchester and look the T.A.T. has come alive...its Michael there and its distracting Hunter from the task at hand! Jose uses the advantage to plancha Hunter out of the ring as Hunter seems fixated on the T.A.T.. In the ring Scally slides in and levels Tremere with the Hardcore title. He pushes Gore to the floor and covers Tremere for a one, two and three... Winner, via 24/7 rule and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: The Ultimate Scally Scally slides out of the ring as Hunter gives chase. Gore gets to his feet and drapes an arm over Tremere getting the one, two and three... Winners, via pinfall: Eaton Gore & Iziah Hunter Gore falls to his knees after the win and then is blindsided by Ramon hitting the 'Posterized' from nowhere. Jose picks up his own title and looks at Gore and shakes his head holding his title high. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL SITTING IN HIS EXECUTIVE SUITE SMOKING A CIGAR. IAN MONKS WALKS IN TO FURTHER THE MASSIVE HEEL HEAT THE CAREER KILLER HAS ALREADY GOTTEN FROM THE CROWD IN ATTENDANCE. THEY SHAKE HANDS.) IM: Big match tonight… FA: Just another day at the office… (MONKS SMILES.) IM: You know whatever happens tonight…we need to plan for the future. FA: I don't follow… IM: Concern Fallen Angel…concern…that we are losing control of the T.F.W.F., you have seen the way these fans get behind the likes of Cross… (THE MENTION OF HIS NAME MEETS WITH A MASSIVE CROWD POP.) IM: And the likes of Scally, Pimp In and Da Gremlin have come waltzing back here without nothing stopping them. You know I would if I could… (ANGEL KNOWS TOO WELL THE COWARDLY BOSS DOESN'T LIKE TO GET HIS HANDS DIRTY, BUT THEN AGAIN FOR FALLEN ANGEL, MONKS' CASH AND CONNECTIONS PROVIDE WHAT HE CRAVES IN LIFE.) FA: So what you got in mind… IM: Well, I got Law and Order and so do you, but we need…I don't know…a few more people for the cause. FA: Anyone special you can think of? IM: Well, I say we take a good long look at the TLC match and Bitter Friends match…during Death or Glory. FA: Scouting? IM: Hell…I'll even let you come up with the name for it. FA: (Angel smiles) Hellbound? IM: This isn't 2002! (ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. IT SWINGS OPEN TO REVEAL JIMMY SIMPSON WHICH GETS A NOSTALGIA POP. HE IS CARRYING A PACKAGE.) FA: What…the…fuck… JS: (embarrassed) Special delivery for Mr. Angel… IM: UPS…really needs better service… (SCENE FADES OUT WITH ANGEL SHAKING HIS HEAD.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Oh my well it seems Angel and Monks are once more plotting the future of the control of the T.F.W.F.. SJ: Jimmy Simpson...HA! SC: Could have been worse, I hear Michael Norcia works in the local Pizza Hut. SJ: Ironic...I don't think he would have any topping on that head...I mean pizza. SC: (sigh) Let's go to Jaycee for what will be three of the best! Mike Mitchell vs Tiger Young vs Jayden Knight (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (KIND OF A MIXED REACTION. JAYDEN KNIGHT WALKS ONTO THE STAGE LIKE HE IS REALLY MEANING BUSINESS. THERE IS NO MANNYU AND LITTLE TO NO FAN INTERACTION BETWEEN THEM. HE GETS INTO THE RING AND IMMEDIATELY BEGINS STRETCHING ON THE ROPES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Fransico, California...weighing 220 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jayden Knight!!! SC: Knight a certain no joking attitude about him here, this match means a lot to him Snoop. SJ: Well maybe Jayden and Manny are sick of the love and cry babies who have jumped on the Extreme Players and Flawless Connection bandwagons. SC: Thats a bit harsh...you remember it was the Novas who pushed to get the FC in the ring. SJ: Meh... JH: And his opponent... *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! SC: The list of achievements of this man go on and on, but not a finer time in his life according to him then when he and Gremlin ruled the roost as the Tag Team Champions. SJ: That was generally a dark time... SC: Didn't they... SJ: SHUT UP! JH: And their opponent... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: He wants this more than anyone, he is Mike Mitchell...the Purist...the Machine...the Flawless One...and tonight he sets his sights on carrying a big W into D.O.G. 2008. SJ: A big W? Let's remember this...he cannot dodge a 'JK-47' when it comes a calling Scoop. The Match Begins...with all three men circling looking for an advantage. Mitchell throws out a few fake hand grabs like any trained mat wrestler would do. He finally grabs a hold of Knight and pulls him in, but Young is there and delivers a double axe handle quickly to Mitchell. He locks his arms around Mitchell's waist and goes for a back suplex, but Mitchell unlocks it and hits an arm drag onto Young, he ducks a Knight right hand and follows him with his own belly to belly suplex on Knight. Mitchell is then in the crouched position looking for the first of them to get up. Knight gets to his feet and Mitchell grabs his arm and applies a standing wrist lock, Knight uses a variety of cartwheels to escape the move and apply an armdrag variant of his own into a wrist lock, before he can apply it further, Tiger Young delivers a rising clothesline knocking Jayden down. Young walks around the ring catching his breath, he tries to pull Jayden to his feet and is met with a swift kick to the face. Knight gets up and scores a spinning heel kick sending Tiger to the mat. SC: Nobody getting the better of the exchanges here Snoop. SJ: I am hoping Jayden shows these two old farts how damn good he really is. SC: Snoop Jones makes a statement folks! SJ: Also…I am not gay! SC: … The middle of the match...after an exchange of can you top this, the match settles down half way through. Young backs Knight into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. Young sends Knight into the other corner as he goes for an attack, Mitchell hits Young with a drop toe hold. Mike then fires himself into the corner, but Jayden moves out and hits Mike with a stiff kick to the head. He jumps onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a frog splash, but Mike rolls out of the way as he gets to his feet, Young locks him around the mid section and hits a german suplex with pinning combination, but Mike kicks out on 2. Tiger then clotheslines Mike over the top rope. He bounds off the other and looks to hit an over the top splash, but Knight catches him on the rebound and hits a spinning sidewalk slam, he goes for a cover, but Young is too near the ropes and throws a leg over to stop the count. Knight is on his feet looking pissed, Mitchell is first to react and grabs Knight around the neck dropping his throat over the top turnbuckle, as Knight stumbles back, he scores a sunset flip from the apron, another close count sees Mitchell almost pick up the win. Mike grabs Young around the neck and attaches a sidelock to him hitting the canvass he synches it in looking to wear down Tiger. Knight soon breaks up the move with a stomp to both their heads. SC: Its been back and forth at extreme pace here Snoop anytime someone takes an advantage, the third wheel in this equation stops it from progressing further. SJ: You can see it wearing them out because of the pace of the match Scoop, but I think Knight has got better stamina than them both. SC: And on what basis do you make that call? SJ: Treadmill analysis… SC: … FINISH...Mitchell and Young exchange more mat based wrestling as Knight uses the time to climb the top rope , he actually runs across the top rope ala Cry Baby all thos years back and executes a high cross body on the pair. He hooks Young's leg but only gets a two before Mitchell breaks it up. Knight springs to his feet and super pops Mitchell in the face with the 'JK-47' he is about to go for the cover when he is physically hit in the face by a drink from the audience. SC: What the hell was that! SJ: Its that idiot! Da Gremlin leaps over the guard rail as the crowd go mad. He starts mocking Knight in the ring as Knight looks perplexed about what is going on. Manny Rodriguez comes stioeming down the ramp to deal with Gremlin, but then is blindsided by Rhys Pect from nowhere! He nails him with the 'Perfected and Respected' on the ramp! SC: OH MY GOD! MANNY IS DOWN MANNY IS DOWN AND RHYS HAS DELIVERED THE BLOW! In the ring Knight spins around and is met by a 'Sabre Tooth', Young makes the cover before Pect can revive Mitchell. For the three. Winner, via pinfall: Tiger Young Young gets to his feet and is met face to face by Rhys Pect. They go nose to nose as one of the most intense battles of last year looks to flair up once more, Mitchell is now on his feet, but then is cracked in the back of the head by a tricycke! SC: GREMLIN HAS STRUCK!!!! Gremlin looks to nail Pect, but Pect ducks and slams Gremlin in the face with his own weapon. Pect superkicks Young in the mouth knocking him down and goes grabs for Mike Mitchell helping his team mate to his feet. SC: Well The Novas got the belts, The Players get the win and the Connection are left standing who will win the TLC DREAM MATCH COME D.O.G. 2008!!!! (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO SEE MAHONEY STANDING BY WITH SEBASTIAN CROSS. THE CROWD ROARS AT THE SIGHT OF THE FORMER CHAMPION AS HE STANDS THERE, CUTS AND BRUISES ALL OVER HIS BODY AND FACE. HE LOOKS TRULY WORSE FOR WEAR AND MAHONEY CLOSES IN ON HIM.) MAH: Folks I'm backstage with Sebastian Cross right now, just hoping to get a few words about tonight's main event, in which you Cross, will be the special guest referee between two of your worst enemies in this federation….the Career Killer Fallen Angel, and of course the Reverend James Onlee. Any plans for this match? (CROSS JUST STANDS THERE AND SLOWLY GRABS THE MICROPHONE FROM MAHONEY. HE LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA AND THE CROWD QUIET DOWN FROM THEIR CHEERING TO HEAR WHAT THIS MAN HAS TO SAY.) SEB: Tonight….before all of these people…..I exact my revenge on both parties. Each is praying that I'll play into their plans, and by the end of the night, perhaps that'll be true. MAH: So are you saying tonight you will help one of these two competitors win the match? SEB: I didn't say that. That's what they are hoping. But as I said before, Sebastian Cross doesn't function for anyone but himself. This match determines Death or Glory. And I don't care who is waiting on the sidelines when this match is taking place. I'm sure Pimp In will be watching closely, hoping that his last match in the TFWF is for gold, so I can't exactly go to him and console in him my plans for the evening. But at the same time, I have James Onlee, and he could hurt my own son if I don't help him retain. MAH: That's quite a predicament Sebastian. What do you plan to do? (CROSS TAKES A HUGE SIGH WHILE STANDING THERE AND RUNS HIS HAND OVER HIS BALD HEAD LOOKING STRESSED OUT.) SEB: Tonight Mahoney, I'm going to go out there, and I'm going to do what I do best every time I go out there. (THE CROWD STARTS TO GET RILED UP BY CROSS AS HE STARTS T OGET MORE INTENSE WITH HIS WORDS.) SEB: The best part about tonight is that we get to see two of the biggest bastards in this federation tear each other apart. Both of you think you can play me into your plans, so that I dance like a puppet on the stage for you. But ya know what, I make the calls in this match. So please don't get pissed Angel, if when you get put in the Deliverance and grab the rope, I take an extra five minutes to instruct a break or if I make a slow count. You both want that gold so bad that you can taste it, but there's something you're forgetting. I despise both of you, and I'll make sure that whoever walks out of that match EARNS it for once in their fucking lives, and that may even mean walking out with a busted wheel, a black eye, or torn testicles if you catch my drift. MAH: Will it be fair? SEB: Fair? Neither of these guys have ever played the game fair once in their lives. But yes, it'll be fair. Fair for everyone watching, as I stand by and let these two dismantle each other in the ring, and finally get a taste of their own medicine. And the true winners? The fans. And all of the people that Fallen Angel and James Onlee have fucked over in all of their years on this planet. Face it folks, if you had any doubts on the entertainment value in this match, erase them now. You're about to see two men murder each other over a piece of gold….and I'm going to say when to stop. Is it selfish? Very. But is it fair? Completely. (CROSS HANDS THE MIC OVER TO MAHONEY AND WALKS AWAY.) MAH: Well there you have it folks….Sebastian Cross is going to make this main event memorable for everyone. Back to you Scoop! (RINGSIDE.) SC: An intense Sebastian Cross there Snoop a man with a mission tonight...does he follow his dream of the World title, or does he deny James Onlee his dream...what a match that will be. SJ: And knowing Cross he will do something stupid like hold a protest march during the greatest Main Event ever booked. SC: I think Cross has every right to be a little pissed off Snoop... SJ: What cause some kid he didnt know he had got borrowed by James Onlee. SC: BORROWED! SJ: Thats how I saw it...plus as well who would want Cross as a Dad. SC: (ignoring the previous statement) Up next four of the best go for the European title...in our second title match of the evening. TITLE - European Dorian Wong (c) vs Aaron Roberts vs Jonnah Street vs Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. 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: Near 300 pounds and he has a few scores to settle in this one. A multi time Hardcore Champion as well Snoop. SJ: Yeah, but can he out wit the king of clowns...I don't think so. Plus...well he's stupid. SC: (rises eyebrows) Amazing analysis... JH: Introducing... *LAPDANCE' - N.E.R.D. PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A CAR SPEEDING DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP IS SHOWN BEFORE COMING TO A HAULT OUTSIDE A CASINO HOTEL WHERE A LOAD OF GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE STOOD OUTSIDE. THE IMAGES FLICK TO ONES OF STREET WITH WOMEN, KICKING ASS AND PARTYING HARD AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 298 pounds…Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: No love lost between these two men...bout the same size, but Jonnah is a bit quicker and of course Phenom has a bit more strength. Should be a hell of a contest seeing these two lock horns once more. SJ: HE FUCKED YOUR WIFE! SC: SIT DOWN! JH: Introducing... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDRAYNE PLAYS* (BIG 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: Cobra looking for an upset here tonight Snoop, lot leaner these days and has that deadly strike about himself. SJ: He's a human snake... SC: Snoop...he is not half man and half snake...it's a nickname. SJ: Well, I brought snake repelant just in case. JH: And finally... *'APOCALYPSE PLEASE' - MUSE PLAYS* (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. European Champion...Dorian Wong!!! SC: Why are you smiling? SJ: Dorian has brains right...well he is in a match with three of the dumbest tards in the T.F.W.F.. SC: Will you stop! SJ: When God was handing out brains they were waiting in the boobs line... SC: SNOOP! The Match Begins...The stretching stops, Roberts and Nom look to one another and then bulrush the other two men. Phenom pushes Street into the corner as the two big men trade punches back and forth. Roberts has Wong and hits a stalling suplex on the Champion taking him down. Roberts picks him up to his feet and nails a short arm clothesline hard to the ground, Roberts stomps away on Wong, but turns around to a running Street clothesline which almost takes his head off! Street picks Roberts to his feet and slams a few choice right hands to his kisser. Roberts blocks the 4th attempt and nails a cheap European uppercut as Street wobbles back right into the waiting arms of Phenom. Nom hoists Street up and hits an emphasized powerslam he goes for a cover, but Roberts breaks it up. Nom looks to him and Roberts shrugs his shoulders, Nom offers a nod of respect and then pushes Roberts in the chest. Aaron turns around and full on slaps the spit out of Phenom's mouth. Phenom and Roberts tie up as both try and get the advantage, Phenom pushes Roberts into the corner with his raw power he goes for a follow up knee to the midsection, but Roberts moves and drop kicks Phenom over the top rope. As he rises he turns right into Wong who ddts him to the mat, he goes for a cover of his own, but Jonnah breaks that up. SC: As we have seen a few times tonight nobody seems capable of making an advantage 4 men with the European title on their mind. SJ: But there is only one Champion, Wong walks around the ring Scoop and he picks his moment like an assassin. SC: I think Dorian's days are numbered personally, he has rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way. SJ: Dorian Wong is the smartest wrestler of all time… The middle of the match sees...All four particpants continuing to trade move after move, nobody seems capable of getting the advantage in this one. Street hits a stalling suplex on Roberts, but then moments later finds himself on the receiving end of a Phenom spear whom moments after that finds himself hit by a Dorian Wong fireman's carry slam. Wong grabs Street and backs him into the corner where the annoying Jack and Jill once more make comments to him about being their brother etc. Street spins around and grabs Jack by the hair, distracted, Wong chopblocks Street and then throws him over the top rope. With that seemingly dealt with he goes on the offensive on Aaron Roberts, but the big Nom is there to make the save and the two Haven members join forces to offer their own version of destruction against Dorian. Roberts mounts the middle turnbuckle as Phenom lays Wong across his knee. Roberts scores with a leg drop as Phenom goes for the cover and gets a near fall on the Champion. Roberts then asks Phenom what the hell he is playing at as once more their union seems to be on the verge of a breakdown as Phenom grabs Roberts and slams him to the mat. As Phenom bounds off the ropes, Street pulls the ropes down and the big man goes falling over the top with Street causing a major mess below. SC: Nobody still seems to get the advantage here Snoop. SJ: Well Roberts is down and Wong is up and now Street and Phenom are on the outside in a heap of pain. SC: Roberts and Phenom proving there are no friends here... SJ: Indeed! Go Dorian! FINISH...Wong grabs Roberts and delivers some uppercuts knocking the Cobra back, but from nowhere, Roberts hits the 'AGR' the crowd go wild as he covers Dorian...one...two...STREET GRABS HIS LEG! Phenom pulls Street off of Roberts leg and they got at hit hammer and nail in the ring slamming rights and lefts into one another. Street is sent reeling with an inverted atomic drop followed by a clothesline from hell as Phenom seems to get pumped up. Phenom pulls Wong into the corner and follows up with a few knees to the gut before putting Wong onto the top rope. He looks for a superplex, but Roberts mounts the other turnbuckle. Roberts mistimes his jump as he falls awakardly on Nom and Wong. Wong drapes an arm over Roberts as the referee counts three. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Dorian Wong SC: Wong squeaks a win here Snoop and walks into D.O.G. 2008 with the European Championship... SJ: Genius pure geniuis... (WE CUT TO BACKSTAGE, WHERE WE SEE MAHONEY MCMILLAN STANDING BACKSTAGE WITH TFWF LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION JOSE RAMON. CROWD STARTS TO BOO WHILE JOSE GIVES A CONFIDANT SMIRK. MM: I have a question Jose...Now what's this rumor going around about a match that you've proposed to the TFWF for Death or Glory? JR: Well quite simply it's this: I've decided that if Eaton Gore and I are going to face, then once and for all the better man - meaning me - is to have the decisive and finishing end to this little saga Gore has created, then it'll be in the ultimate setting we can provide. Now personally, I don't like to be closed off, so I'm allowing for decisions to take place anywhere. I also like dealing some punishment to this freak, so there won't be any disqualifications. So how do you win what I'm calling this "I-Man Challenge?" Simple. You have to pin your opponent. (THE CROWD LAUGHS AT JOSE. MCMILLAN LOOKS AT HIM WITH DISBELIEF.) MM: That's it? JR: Nope. Then you win by submission. (THE CROWD AND MAHONEY START TO EXPRESS SOME CURIOSITY.) MM: Sounds... ok. JR: Well, then you have to win by technical knock-out. (CROWD REACTS WITH EXCITEMENT WHILE MAHONEY LOOKS WIDE-EYED WITH SURPRISE. JOSE SIMPLY SMIRKS WITH CONFIDANCE.) JR: So Gore, the question is, can you handle it? Are you ready to step into the most demanding match you will ever take place in? Because rest assured once it begins, it only ends when you can truly, utterly, and completely beat your opponent. Let's see if you have the skills to match-up with the Icon of Innovation. (JOSE THEN WALKS AWAY SMUG AND TRIPS OVER A LITTLE CAUSING THE CROWD TO LAUGH.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: So the I Man Challenge... SJ: Why did Mac trip up Jose? SC: (ignoring)...the Intercontinental Championship is on the line and it is next...will Jackson shock the world? Can Kelly emerge from the shadows? Will Torch regain? Or will Kirsta...retain... TITLE - Intercontinental Kirsta Lewis (c) vs Jackson vs Skylar Kelly vs Torch (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *'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: Current HIWF Champion Snoop looking to add some big gold to his credentials tonight. SJ: What the hell is the HIWF? Highschool Wrestling Federation? SC: Be serious... JH: And his opponent... *'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 218pounds...Skylar Kelly!!! SC: For years the likes of Norcia and Boyd held back Kelly knowing full well he was the talent of them all and now he has his chance to shine. SJ: Like a star!!! SC: Calm down... JH: Introducing... *'FUEL' - METALICA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean 'Torch' Smythe!!! SC: He has a score to settle with Skylar Kelly and tonight he might well settle more than that! SJ: Torch will NEVER HOLD THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE AGAIN. JH: And finally... *'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: The greatest superkick in the business and tonight she knows three targets means a victory going into D.O.G. 2008. SJ: Three targets indeed...she can do it! I feel it in my water... SC: ... SJ: I meant my cup of water! The Match Begins...All four participants stand in their respective corners. Jackson rotates his shoulders, Kirsta does the splits, Kelly jumps up and down on the spot getting the blood flowing and Torch crouches if the veteran is biding his time. Jackson walks into the middle of the ring and stares down Lewis if to say bring it on, as he does he is completely blindsided by Kelly. Kelly goes on the offensive mounting Jackson and slams his rights and lefts into the face of Jackson. Torch pulls Kelly off of Jackson and executes an atomic drop sending Kelly into the corner he goes to pull Jackson to his feet, but Jackson low blows him and then pulls Torch into a piledriver position and nails it. He covers Torch, but Kirsta boots Jackson in the face and laughs. She stands over Jackson and then drops a leg onto the back of his head, she goes for her own cover, but Jackson kicks out after one and pushes her out of the ring. Kelly and Torch meanwhile are trading punches and kicks in the corner, a wild right hand by Kelly misses Torch and he nails a Northern Lights suplex getting a near fall before Jackson breaks it up. Jackson grabs Torch and puts him into an abdominal stretch as the veteran grinds his teeth in pain. Lewis is back up and she climbs the top turnbuckle, she breaks up the move with a double axe handle to the back of Jackson. Jackson grabs her by the throat, but she kicks him in the stomach and hits a spinning ddt to the mat. Covering Jackson another near fall before Kelly breaks it up. He turns around and just spits in Jackson's face as he picks Kirsta to her feet and drills her with a spinebuster. SC: Kirsta Lewis proving once more why she is has been such a successful Intercontinental Champion Snoop, timing her moves and attacks. SJ: Knock out body and a knock out mentality Scoop. SC: Kelly at the moment seems to have sprung the momentum in his favour. SJ: The Illuminati is in the House!!! The Middle of the match sees...Kelly once more on the attack with a variety of moves slamming Jackson into the corner his feet and punches are too quick for Jackson. Jackson then grabs him and tosses him over his shoulder and nails a devastating running powerslam out of the corner he covers for a one, two, before Torch breaks it up. Torch delivers a few kicks and punches, he tries to hoist Jackson up, but Lewis nails a front face drop kick to his back sending Jackson and Torch crashing into the ropes and to the outside. She picks up the prone Kelly and hits two uppercuts backing him into the corner she executes a hurricanrana pinning combination, but merely gets a two count before Kelly kicks out. Lewis leaps onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault, but Jackson now back in the ring catches her and scores a big shoulder breaker on her. He tries to go for a cover, but Kelly soccer kicks him in the mush causing a lot of blood to come pouring from his mouth. As Kelly turns around he is nailed by Torch and the 'Backdraft' he goes for his cover, 1...2...thr...JACKSON PULLS A LEG OUT. Torch cannot believe it and slaps the crap out of Jackson. Jackson gets to his feet seemingly pisssed off with Torch and grabs him scoring a chokeslam he covers Torch loosely, Kirsta makes the save. Jackson then grabs her and pushes her into the corner, he goes for a running spear, but she moves and the big man cracks his shoulder on the steel. As he walks out she hits him with the 'Hells Bulls Eye' from nowhere!!! SC: HB! HB! HB!!!!!! SJ: Its over for Jackson! SC: Wait Kelly just made the save, man oh man that for me was Jackson done for, Kelly now on the offensive. SJ: The Illuminati just saved himself the IC title chance. FINISH...As Kelly and Kirsta get into once more Torch is on head and delivers them a double noggin knocker. He hits them both with a bulldog and goes to cover Kirsta, but she kicks out. Pulling Kirsta to her feet he hits a sidesuplex and another near fall commences, Kelly is on hand once more to pull Torch off with another pin attempt. Jackson slowly gets to his feet and rushes Kelly and knocks him out of the ring with a clothesline. Jackson picks up Kirsta into the 'Something Wicked', but Torch blocks it and from nowhere he hits Jackson with the '3rd degree burn' SC: TORCH HAS DONE IT! ONE...TWO...KELLY PULLED HIM OFF JACKSON FROM THE OUTSIDE! SJ: Kirsta can capatilize! One, two, three she did it!!! SC: TORCH HAS HIS WIN STOLEN BY SKYLAR KELLY, HE COULDNT WIN THE MATCH HIMSELF SO HE STOLE IT FROM TORCH! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Kirsta Lewis Before the referee can present Kirsta with the title, Kelly grabs it. He goes in the ring and levels Kirsta with the belt right to her face and starts stamping his feet like a child at losing. Before he has too long to celebrate, Torch grabs Kelly and nails him with the '3rd Degree Burn' he stands there and looks down at the three fallen opponents not knowing how close he came to becoming the Intercontinental Champion. [HIGHLIGHTS PACKAGE: TO THE MUSIC 'DEATH OR GLORY' ALL THE MATCHES ARE SHOWN AND HOW THEY GOT TO BE ON THE BIGGEST CARD OF ALL TIME.] (RINGSIDE.) SC: There it is...but which match will be for the World Heavyweight Championship...Onlee vs Angel...next TITLE - World Heavywweight - Sebastian Cross Referees James Onlee (c) vs Fallen Angel JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for....THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! (SUPER POP FOR THE MATCH.) JH: At this time...I will introduce the special guest referee... *'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (BIGGEST POP OF THE NIGHT. CROSS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WEARING A REFEREE'S SHIRT. HE GETS INTO THE RING AND DOESN'T SAY MUCH. EVEN AMONGST THE CHEERS OF THE CROWD. HE LOOKS DEADPAN AT THE CURTAIN LEADING TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA.) *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE* (MEGA HEEL HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! SC: He has held this title 4 times before in his career can he walk into Death or Glory as the Champion facing arguably the greatest legend of this company...maybe this business ever. SJ: I think he can do it... JH: And his opponent... *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (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 Master of Mind games...is here and he faces the Career Killer...the Great One vs. The Lord of Darkness. SJ: With Dopey the Dwarf inbetween... SC: WILL YOU STOP!!! The Match Begins...as both men circle one another, the entire crowd in attendance are on their feet watching. The two lock up and Angel uses his power to shove Onlee to the ground he stands over him and wags his finger in his face, Onlee kicks at Angel's ankle and rolls backwards he gets to his feet and wags his finger back in Angel's face as Angel doesn't look to comfortable with what has just happened. Onlee controls the second lock up and attachs a side headlock, Angel uses the momentum to send Onlee into the ropes. Angel hits the deck as Onlee leap frogs him as he rebounds Angel catches him and hits a spinning spinebuster. He then goes back to wagging his finger over Onlee. Angel backs up and like the savvy veteran he is stretches on the ropes as James gets on his knees and shakes his head. He stares a hole in the eyes of Sebastian Cross who seems somewhat distant to what is going on. Onlee and Angel circle once more. This time Angel controls the headlock, but Onlee counters with a back suplex. He sticks an arm over Angel, but the shoulder is up before Cross even drops to make a count. Onlee gets to his feet and immediately looks right into the face of Cross. Cross once more seems distant to it as Onlee shakes his head. He pulls Angel to his feet and hits an double underhook powebomb, he goes for another cover, Cross counts 2, but Onlee once more thinks it should have been a three. This time he is right in the face of Cross. Cross meets his gaze and then headbutts him right in the nose!!!! SC: OH MY GOD! CROSS JUST HEADBUTTED ONLEE IN THE NOSE AND THE CHAMPION IS BLEEDING! SJ: I knew it! I knew it! He couldn't be trusted to be the referee in this match! SC: Onlee has gotten in his face a couple of times already and yet with kidnapping Cross' son he has the gaul to question a damn slow count! SJ: This is wrestling…not a fricking adoption agency… SC: Do you even have a clue what you are saying? The middle of the match sees…A dominant control from Angel finally ends when Onlee reverses an attempted clothesline and nails a crucifix pin getting a near fall once more he looks to Cross and wipes some more of the splattered blood from his face. He pulls Angel to his feet and leaps on him with a sleeper hold, Angel immediately runs him back into the corner, but Onlee doesn't release the hold as Angel stumbles back out he tries to drop Onlee on his back, but the Champion tightens the sleeper hold. His shoulders are down and Cross begins to count, but Onlee positions himself better, glaring at the referee as he does so. Angel seems almost passed out, but Cross tests with an arm drop and on the third attempt he holds on, he powers to his knees as the Champion pulls harder and harder on Angel, his face is completely red and crimson, he staggers with Onlee on his back to the ropes where he grabs hold, but Onlee will not release it! Cross gets physical and breaks the sleeper hold. Onlee once more cannot believe Cross' interference and this time has a stand up argument in his face. Angel then goes for a quick roll up, but Onlee kicks out. Angel puts Onlee in a powerbomb position and runs across the ring slamming Onlee into the mat. He goes for a cover, an almost three count before the Champion's shoulder emerges from the mat. Now Angel is on his feet…he gets into Cross' face and demands it was a three count. He slaps Cross round the chops! Cross backs up one step and then slaps Angel right back, he pushes the challenger to the mat and stands over him pulling out the referee's shirt signifying his authority in this match, seeking an opportunity, Onlee grabs for the World title with Cross oblivious to whats going on. He clocks the Cross in the back of the head with the title!!! SC: The Mind Game Master trying to get himself DQ'd I am sure…what a cowardly act from James Onlee. SJ: Sebastian Cross must have got referee lessons from any match in which Michael Norcia won! SC: What the hell does that mean? SJ: It means he is shit! SC: The referee is down and out here folks and Onlee and Angel look zapped, they look tired and with nobody to make a count this one might go on some. SJ: Where's my cell phone…we need to make a call backstage to get a referee out here… SC: You shall do NO SUCH THING! FINISH…Angel and Onlee share rights and lefts on their knees, both men have given it their all. As they get to their feet they continue the onslaught of one another. Angel hoists Onlee into a chokeslam attempt, but Onlee blocks the move and wraps Angel into the 'Deliverance'. The crowd scream as it seems the challenger is in a world of trouble right here and now. Cross is still out when all of a sudden… *'P.I.M.P.' - 50 CENT PLAYS* SC: OH MY GOD! HERE COMES PIMP IN! HE IS HERE, HE IS HERE!!!! SJ: This wasn't the referee I was expecting… Pimp In hits the ringside area and gets into the ring, he goes over and stomps on Onlee breaking up the submission hold. Onlee tries to bull rush the Icon, but Pimp In catches him and scores a 'Pimp In Ator' in the middle of the ring. The crowd explode with cheers he stands there and looks at Fallen Angel, Angel begins to crawl over to Onlee to make the cover as he goes to drape an arm, Pimp In kicks it away! He picks up the World title and levels Angel with it as well!!!! The crowd go mental as Pimp In stands there holding the World title in one hand with broken bodies all around him. SC: MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT AND RECEIVED! FALLEN ANGEL IS IN FOR THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE COME DEATH OR GLORY 2008. SJ: Here comes security... Law and Order comes steaming out from the backstage area with some security members. They slide into the ring, Pimp In takes down LAO with a super right hand sending the veteran out of the ring. Security jump Pimp In and push him to the ground. Dragging him out of the ring he throws a glance over his shoulder to Angel whom is stirring and he winks at him. Onlee though gets to his feet quicker than the others and goes for a roll up. Cross stirs and counts…one…two… KICK OUT!!! SC: Angel kicked out, where the hell did that come from! SJ: The Career Killer has balls Scoop…balls of gold! T.F.W.F. GOLD!!!! Onlee cannot believe he hasn't been able to put away Fallen Angel again he grabs Angel hoisting him to his feet once more, he goes for the 'Spinners Spiral', but Angel blocks the move and nails from nowhere 'The Cradle of Darkness'…he covers Onlee…one…two…three… Winner, via pinfall and NEW UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: Fallen Angel SC: From nowhere he has done it…it was his night. SJ: Was it me or did Cross count that one quickly? SC: I don't think so, but no doubt controversy will reign over this match, earlier Onlee had Angel locked in the 'Deliverance' but he had taken down Cross and nobody could make the call…and now it seems the Gods above have chosen the fallen one to go into Death or Glory as the World Champion. SJ: Oh wait… Fallen Angel grabs and hugs the World title taking his moment in the sun. He backs out of the ring and walks up the ramp leaving Onlee and Cross standing there. Onlee looks to Cross…and without a moments hesitation, Cross leaps onto Onlee!!! SC: WHATS THIS! CROSS ON THE ATTACK! SJ: He's the referee! SC: NOT ANYMORE HE ISN'T!!! He pounds the hell out of Onlee and reaches under the ring and removes a nail gun. SC: GOOD GOD NO! Grabbing the hand of Onlee he places it in the middle of the ring and shoots the nail gun into it as Onlee screams in pain. Cross begins kicking his head in over and over again until security comes out and restrains him. Onlee bleeding and on deaths door it seems looks up with anger filled eyes as Cross is dragged away. He mouths the words 'I still have your son' before laughing like a loon despite the pain… (END SHOW.)