DATE : Mon 20th October 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Augusta, Maine - Augusta Civic Centre

[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE MAIN EVENT FROM LAST WEEK INCLUDING THE COMPLETE BRAWL BETWEEN MITCHELL, ONLEE, WONG AND TREMERE AT THE END.] *'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 CAN BEAT THE ODDS" "TAKE ME OUT TO DINNER EATON" AND "P.O.W. = B.O.". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: Hello everyone and welcome to TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!! We are coming to you live from the Augusta Civic Centre in beautiful Augusta, Maine. Last week we had more shocking moments and talking points than any Hollywood thriller and tonight is going to be no different. SJ: All I know is after the cowardly act of Sebastian Cross last week, knocking Fallen Angel off the stage, Angel and ‘The Killer Queen’ Kirsta Lewis will be seeking revenge tonight against Cross and Eaton Gore in the main event. SC: That is a blockbuster tag team match and with Kirsta just coming back from injury and Angel suffering that massive fall last week, tonight could be the night that Cross and Gore shock the world. SJ: Not a chance in hell. SC: There’s three way action tonight as Torch, Sandy Makel and Phenom face off in what is sure to be a great match. SJ: We know the history and bad blood between Torch and Phenom, throw in Makel who has been making power plays left, right and centre and we’ve got a classic in the making. SC: I’m sure both Fallen Angel and the World Champion Sebastian Cross will be watching that match closely. SJ: Ok, I’m going out on a limb here, match of the night, Dorian Wong versus Mike Mitchell for the Intercontinental Title! SC: For once, I think I’m going to agree with you. Tremere and James Onlee will be keen to find out the outcome of that match as both men have made their intentions known, they want that Intercontinental Title! What’re your thoughts on the big 6 person tag team match? SJ: Oh you mean the match that Project Nova and Aaron Roberts are going to win? SC: I’m sure Kent Clark, Brandon Watkins and Georgie Nickles will have something to say about that. It’s going to be a real test for the Civil Unrest team, but they’ve got the talent to win this one. SJ: You want to talk about talent? How about Randal Dylan? He’s the North American Champion and he’s got some major challengers and he keeps getting that win and the belt back. SC: Well tonight is another huge test of Dylan as he defends against Torin Justice, Legion and APB. SJ: Legion and Justice have been impressive since coming to the TFWF. APB got his ass handed to him on his return by Seth Black and Ness. All the guys would love the gold, but I can’t see Dylan losing tonight. SC: And in our opening contest of the night the Civil Unrest team of Tank and Exile take on Scorpio and Jose Ramon. SJ: Scorpio and Ramon could be the surprise package of the night, if they can keep their egos in check. Tank and Exile are good, but with Exile’s personal issues and Tank shaking off his ring rust, it’s Scorp and Ramon all the way for me! SC: As you can see folks it’s going to be another classic night of TFWF action so let’s take it to the ring fo…. *’WEDDING NAILS’ – PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MONSTER 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. HE STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP SURVEYING THE CROWD BEFORE SLOWLY LIMPING DOWN THE RAMP AND TO THE RING.) SC: The Hardcore Icon is out here and he does not look in the best of health Snoop. SJ: It’s no surprise after that vicious knife attack by Dorian Wong last week. I heard a rumour that Tremere lost nearly 3 pints of blood. SC: Well he’s got a mic in hand, let’s find out what is on his mind. (TREMERE STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A SOLEMN EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. HE SEEMS TO BE STRUGGLING TO KEEP HIS COMPOSURE BUT FINALLY RAISES THE MIC UP TO SPEAK.) TREM: This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say. You people know me, you know how much I love this sport and how much I love TFWF. (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) TREM: You know that I have put my body on the line more often than anyone else in the history of this company. I have given my life and my soul to the TFWF and I would do it all again in a heartbeat… (ANOTHER MASSIVE CROWD POP.) TREM: Last week I was brutally attacked by Dorian Wong and James Onlee and left for dead in the ring. I was stabbed by Wong over 10 times and lost a ton of blood…I’m out here tonight because…because I have to tell you people that I will not be able to wrestle tonight…at AA9 or any time in the near future… (THE CROWD REACT WITH BOOING AND SHOCK AS TREMERE LOOKS LIKE HE IS FIGHTING BACK THE TEARS.) TREM: I have been informed that due to the injuries I suffered last week at the hands of Wong and Onlee that I will not be medically cleared to wrestle in the TFWF until such time I am fully healed…the doctors do not know how long that will be…but they know it won’t be any time soon. I’m sorry guys…but it’s over…tonight I announce my retirement from the TFWF… (AGAIN THE CROWD BOO AS TREMERE SHAKES HIS HEAD.) TREM: You think I wanted to go out like this? I live and breath for the TFWF and I want to fucking KILL Wong and Onlee…but the office won’t let me in the ring and if they say I can’t wrestle…then shit…I can’t wrestle. This is my life…this is my passion…it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do and now thanks to Onlee and Wong I can’t do it anymore…so this is the end of the road people…I just want to thank you for all your support…I want to thank you for the love you’ve shown me…and I want to… *WICKERMAN – IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP. MIKE MITCHELL STEPS OUT ONTO THE RAMP AS THE CROWD GO WILD. IN THE RING TREMERE LOOKS UP AND NODS HIS HEAD AS MITCHELL MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) SC: I can’t believe this, Tremere has been forced to retire from the TFWF? This is just wrong, Wong and Onlee are out of control. SJ: I knew his injuries from last week where bad, but not THAT bad! What the hell is goody two shoes Mitchell doing out here? (MIKE IS IN THE RING WITH A MIC IN HAND AS TREMERE LOOKS AT HIM.) MM: Tremere…what happened to you last week was sick, there’s no doubt about it. When someone as tough and as hardcore as you has to step away from the sport they love because of something like that, it makes me sick. We might not have seen eye to eye recently…there’s been bad feelings…there’s been harsh words but one thing we’ve always had is respect for each other and what we do and stand for in this business… (TREMERE NODS HIS HEAD IN AGREEMENT AS THE CROWD POP.) MM: Now later tonight I’m going to beat the piss out of Dorian Wong…I’m going to do it for the people, for myself but more importantly I’m going to do it for you Tremere. (ANOTHER BIG CROWD POP.) MM: We are from two opposite ends of the wrestling world Tremere…but NO ONE loves this sport more than you and I. We might look at it in different ways but one thing I’ve learned recently is that your passion for this sport burns as brightly as mine. So I’m going to make this promise to you right here and right now…I will beat Dorian Wong tonight…I will hurt him and I will make sure that he understands that he will not escape unpunished for what he did to you last week. (THE CROWD ARE LOVING IT AS TREMERE RAISES THE MIC UP.) TREM: That means a hell of a lot to me Mike. Everything you’ve said tonight is true and all I’ve got to say is…go beat the living shit out of that piece of trash Wong and take his damn Title! (THE CROWD ROAR AS THE TWO MEN NOD AND THEN SHAKE HANDS. TREMERE HOLDS MIKE’S ARM UP IN A SHOW OF RESPECT AND THEY TURN TO THE CROWD. SUDDENLY DORIAN WONG EMERGES FROM THE CROWD AS JAMES ONLEE APPEARS FROM UNDER THE RING. THE TWO SLIDE INTO THE RING AND BLINDSIDE MITCHELL AND TREMERE TO SOME TREMENDOUS CROWD HEAT. WONG NAILS MITCHELL WITH SOME VICIOUS KNEE STRIKES AND THEN A DROP KICK WHICH KNOCKS HIM OUT THE RING. ONLEE HOOKS TREMERE AND DRILLS HIM WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX WHICH KNOCKS HIM STUPID.) SC: God damn it NO! Tremere is defenceless and injured and Wong has that damn letter opener in his hand again! SJ: This could get ugly folks! (ONLEE HOLDS TREMERE BY THE ARMS AS WONG STALKS AROUND THE RING WITH THE SHARP LETTER OPENER IN HAND. HE CHARGES AT THE PRONE TREMERE BUT IS CUT OFF BY MITCHELL WHO DIVES INTO THE RING AND SPEARS WONG TO A MASSIVE CROWD POP!! ONLEE LETS TREMERE GO BUT MITCHELL IS UP AND HE NAILS ONLEE WITH RIGHT HANDS BEFORE CLOTHESLINING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR. WONG SLIDES OUT THE RING AND HE AND ONLEE BACK UP THE RAMP AS MITCHELL CHECKS ON THE HURT TREMERE WHO IS DOWN ON THE MAT STILL.) SC: Thank God for Mike Mitchell, he got back into the ring and saved Tremere from further damage at the hands of Dorian Wong and James Onlee. SJ: It looks like Tremere is going to need more medical treatment but that could have been so much worse for him! SC: The Intercontinental Title match between Wong and Mitchell is going to be explosive tonight! It looks like the ring is now cleared so let’s get our first match of the night underway! What a start to the show! Tank/Exile vs Scorpio/Jose Ramon (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: Ladies and gentlemen this is your opening contest of the evening…introducing first… *'GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (BIG 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: The enforcer of Civil Unrest is looking to make an impact here tonight and you just know he’s itching to get the North American Title back! SJ: The only reason that big ape is itching is because of some STI he picked up in those flea bit bars he drinks and fights in! JH: And his partner… *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (HUGE CROWD POP. A SILHOUETTE 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 current TFWF Light Heavyweight Champion...Exile!!! SC: He’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders thanks to Jose Ramon but Exile is out here tonight to entertain his fans and maybe get some measure of pay back on Ramon. SJ: If he could keep it in his pants for five minutes, maybe he’d have an easier life! JH: And their opponents…first… *'POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME' - DEF LEOPARD PLAYS* (BIG 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: Scorpio looks determined as hell tonight, he’ll be out for revenge after that loss to Tank last week! SJ: I love Scorpio, he’s so cocky, young and good looking, it’s like looking in a mirror! JH: And his partner… *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (HUGE 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: He’s one of the most despicable men to ever set foot in the TFWF and he’s taken great delight in destroying Exile’s professional and personal life. SJ: Exile has had it coming for a long time. All Ramon has done is shown the world that Exile is a scum bag, simple as that! FINISH…A great match with all four men looking in fine form and pulling out their trademark moves. The match opens with Tank and Exile dominating thanks to the power of Tank and the quickness of Exile, although he looks slightly out of sorts due to his personal issues. The match turns as Milana distracts the referee which allows Ramon and Scorpio to take control of the match. They cut Exile off from Tank and work him over with double team moves and various high flying moves. They get some near falls on Exile but eventually he is able to duck a double clothesline and hit a double drop kick on both men before making the hot tag to Tank! The big man hits the ring and cleans house with power moves including a Gorilla press on Ramon that throws him clear out the ring. Exile quickly goes to the outside to battle with Ramon leaving Tank alone with Scorpio. Milana jumps on the apron and distracts Tank long enough for Scorpio to grab a steel chair from ringside. He slides back in and cracks Tank in the back with the chair for the DQ! But the shot has no effect on the big man!! Tank punches the chair out of Scorpio’s hand and then drills him with a huge chokeslam to a big crowd pop.

WINNERS, VIA DQ: Tank and Exile MATCH TIME: 9.32 MATCH RATING: 3 STARS

Exile and Ramon have battled up the ramp and to the back as Tank stands tall in the ring looking extremely intense and focused as Milana helps Scorpio out of the ring. The big man turns to the top of the ramp as Randal Dylan appears and stares him down to a big reaction from the crowd. Tank points at the North American Title and makes a belt gesture around his waist as the crowd cheer him on! SC: Tank and Exile pick up the win here tonight but it looks like the Civil Unrest enforcer has some unfinished business with Randal Dylan and the North American Title. SJ: Tank wants to go after Dylan? He’s even dumber than he looks, Dylan will kick his hairy ass all over the arena! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (KIRSTA LEWIS IS BACKSTAGE WITH FALLEN ANGEL. IN HIS OFFICE. SURPRISINGLY HEATED CONVERSATION BETWEEN THESE TWO CLOSE ASSOCIATES.) KL: I WANT A REMATCH! FOR THE EUROPEAN TITLE! That freak of a cannibal, who should be in asylum not the ring, stole it from me! FA: Look, Gore is already booked to go against street, and I have another things to worry about here. I tell you what, I can sign you into the match. But, I cannot sign Street out. KL: Fine, whatever! Just sign me in, now! FA: Are you sure? KL: Yes, give me the contract! FA: Really sure? KL: YES! Give me the freaking contract! FA: I don't know if you know what you're getting into. KL: JUST DO IT! (ANGEL THEN THROWS THE CONTRACT IN FRONT OF HER.) FA: Now, you have to sign here and here. But, I wouldn't do anything until you read... (KIRSTA LEWIS THEN RIPS THE PEN OUT OF ANGEL'S HAND AND SIGNS HER NAME.) FA: ...this. Kirsta, do you realize what you just signed up to? KL: A chance back at my European title. FA: Well, I sure hope you wear your classiest and best panties for the night. KL: WHAT! FA: Read this... (KIRSTA SCANS THE AREA ANGEL'S FINGER IS ON. SHE THEN GETS PISSED. SCREAMS AND STORMS OUT OF THE ROOM. THE CAMERA PANS DOWN AND IT SAYS 'SCOTTISH KILT MATCH. 'ACH! THEE WINNER DIN BE DA ONE TO RIP YER KILT OFF YER OPPONENT. ACH! N' WINNER GETS FREE TICKET TO HAGGIS BUFFET. WHICH IS GOOD GOOD DIN DIN! ACH! MY BALLS ITCH SO I'M GOING TO STOP ME WRITING...” THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD LAUGHING LOUDLY AS FALLEN ANGEL SIMPLY SHRUGS AND FILES THE CONTRACT AWAY.) (THE SHOT OPENS UP BACKSTAGE ON A SHOT OF APB LOOKING RATHER BEATEN UP FROM THE ACTIONS OF HIS FORMER GROUP, THE POW, LAST WEEK. MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BESIDE HIM READY TO PROCEED WITH AN INTERVIEW.) MM: Allen, last week we saw as your former group, the group that you started, the Patriots of Wrestling savagely attacked you upon your return to the T.F.W.F, are you still ready to make your comeback after that attack you received? (APB LOOKS AT MAHONEY AND READJUSTS HIMSELF. HE WINCES WITH PAIN AS HE MOVES BUT ADDRESSES MAHONEY NONE THE LESS.) APB: Mac, it doesn’t matter what the new POW decided to do to me last week, all that matters is that APB is back this week, and just as a reminder to those ungrateful punks Ness, and Seth Black, I’m going to show them that they didn’t hinder me in the least by winning the North American Title here tonight. Then, Mahoney, after I prove that the old man can still get it done in that ring, it will be time to show Ness and Black exactly how important experience in the ring can be. (MAC LOOKS VISIBLY TAKEN BACK BY APB’S INTENTIONS.) MM: Are you then telling us that you are going to be going at the two of them yourself? (APB SMILES THROUGH THE PAIN FROM LAST WEEK.) APB: I’m not that stupid, Mahoney. I’ve got a plan. I’ve always got a plan. This time that plan is to pull someone who does know a little something about going in against the odds against the POW. I’ve been on a little recruitment drive of my own and the latest addition to APB’s army is James Matthews! (JUST AS APB SAYS HIS NAME MATTHEWS WALKS INTO THE SHOT AND THE CROWD CAN BE HEARD ERUPTING WITH CHEERS FROM THE ARENA. WITHOUT UTTERING A WORD MATTHEWS MOTIONS WITH HIS HANDS THAT HE’S GOING TO BREAK THE POW. A SMILE GROWS OVER APB’S FACE AS HE PLACES HIS HAND ON MATTHEWS SHOULDER AND THE SHOT FADES OUT.) (ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Wow, APB coming back with a vengeance and who does he bring in to help in his war with the P.O.W? None other than James Matthews! That’s insane! SJ: Both guys where booted out of the POW for being crap. Now they’re teamed together what does that make, double crap? SC: Matthews and APB are talented, they just need to get on the same page and with POW as their targets I’m sure they’ll up their game. SJ: Never mind them, the big news is Kirsta Lewis signing for that match with Gore and Jonnah Street at AA9! SC: An Eaton Gore original, ‘A Kilt Match.’ SJ: So it’s basically a match about a dress? Hhhm, here’s hoping it’s nice and short and Kirsta gets to wear it! SC: I’m sure we’ll get more details on that match in the coming weeks. Let’s get to the ring because we’ve got our first Title match of the night coming up right now! TITLE - North American Randall Dylan (c) vs Torin Justice vs Legion vs APB (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Title…introducing first… *'PASSIVE' - A PERFECT CIRCLE PLAYS* (DECENT 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, Louisiana...weighing 230 pounds...Torin Justice!!! SC: Here comes one of the most impressive prospects to come through the TFWF in quite some time. It’s just a shame about his attitude. SJ: I like it, he takes no crap and beats the hell out of people, if that isn’t a recipe for success I don’t know what is. Plus I hear he’s a great cook. SC: What? SJ: Nothing.. JH: And introducing next… *'EMER-GENT-CY - GREENERY PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. MISTY LEADS LEGION WHO WALKS WITH AUTHORITY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Misty Evans...from parts unknown...weighing 240 pounds...Legion!!! SC: He’s been making an impression on Project Nova but until his tag partner Black Death is back in action, it could be a long road for Legion to walk himself. SJ: I still don’t get it, what’s his name all about? Legion? Someone send in the answer on a post card. SC: Who are you talking to? SJ: My millions of fans of course, duh! JH: And introducing… *’MR. DISASTER’ – THE MADHATS PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN AND AMANDA WALK ONTO THE STAGE. HE HAS HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND SHE KNEELS DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HER ARMS STRETCHED WIDE. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen ‘Portal’ Bartsch!!! SC: You really do get the feeling that it’s time for APB to make his mark on the TFWF. The POW have declared war on him, so I’m expecting fireworks between Justice and APB. SJ: All I know is, I’m glad Amanda is back, that woman is hotness! JH: And introducing… *’I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (HUGE 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 current DWIWF North American Champion…Randall Dylan!!! SC: Sick and perverted doesn’t even come close to describing this man! SJ: I think Champion is a much more fitting word. Dylan just has boundary issues that’s all. He see’s one, he has to cross it, simple as that! FINISH…A frantic, hard hitting and fantastic match as all four men look fantastic in this match. It’s all out chaos from start to finish with Dylan and Justice beating the hell out of each other while Legion and APB take it to each other. The match goes to the outside of the ring on a number of occasions with Dylan and Justice actually battling into the front row of the crowd at one point! The match finishes with Ness sprinting down the ramp and nailing APB with a lead pipe in his knee behind the referee’s back! Ness rolls the injured APB into the ring and Torin Justice is waiting. He heaves APB up for the ‘Desolation Driver’ but Legion nails him in the back with a drop kick! Legion goes to make the cover on Justice but Dylan heaves him up with a dead lift German suplex that knocks him silly! APB hobbles up to his feet and tries to roll up Dylan, but he rolls through, lifts APB up and drops him with the ‘Dylan Driver’ for the 3 count and the win! Justice is just a second too late in breaking up the pinfall attempt!

WINNER, VIA PINFALL AND STILL NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION: Randal Dylan MATCH TIME: 12.06 MATCH RATING: 3 ½ STARS

After the match Justice snatches the North American Title out of the hands of the referee and swings it at Dylan, who ducks and the belt cracks Legion in the head knocking him silly! Justice looks down at Legion and shrugs his shoulders but Dylan is up and he nails Justice with a big time clothesline that knocks Torin Justice out of the ring and to the floor! Dylan is left standing in the ring with the North American Title staring down at Torin Justice. The crowd then explode with cheers as Tank sprints down the ramp and nails Justice in the back with a running forearm shot!! He slides into the ring and he and Dylan start trading right hands as the crowd roars!! Legion is back up and he charges both men crashing into them and knocking them to the floor!! Justice is up and he joins the brawl on the floor!! Just as it looks like all hell is about to break loose APB is up in the ring and he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle to a huge crowd reaction!! The crowd can’t believe it as APB leaps off with a cross body block onto Justice, Tank, Legion and Dylan knocking them all down in the process!!! SC: My GOD all hell has broken loose here over the North American Title and APB just dove off the top frigging turnbuckle and to the floor!! SJ: That old bastard has never gone to the top before, what the hell is he thinking? SC: All five men are brawling on the floor here folks we’re going to have to get security out here. Let’s go backstage where I believe the TFWF Tag Team Champions, Project Nova, are standing by! (ACTION GOES BACK STAGE.) (THE ACTION CUTS TO BACKSTAGE WHERE OZZY FINCH IS INTERVIEWING HIS FORMER CHARGES IN JAYDEN KNIGHT AND MANNY RODRIGUEZ, PROJECT NOVA. JAYDEN HAS A PARTICULARLY DASTARDLY GRIN ON HIS FACE AS MANNY STANDS BEHIND HIM WITH HIS ARMS FOLDED. OZZY CLEARS HIS THROAT AND SHOOTS JAYDEN A DIRTY LOOK AS HE SPEAKS INTO THE MICROPHONE.) OF: I understand that you two had some big, important announ— JK: Stop right there, Ozzy -- already, I'm fuckin' bored. Anyway, yeah, here's the deal. Me and Manny over here? We're starting to get sick of the same goddamn chumps walking around the back calling themselves tag teams. So, instead of us coming out here and killin' every single one of 'em, week after week, Manny and I came up with a plan. OF: And what's that? JK: Watch your tone, Finch -- anyway, as I was saying, we've got a plan. Autumn Annhiliation 9 sounds pretty damn good for a blockbuster tag team spectacle, so Manny and I are gonna extend our generosity to the men, women, and Georgie Nickles's of the locker room. We're calling it the 'Nova Invitational," a tag team gauntlet match for OUR TFWF tag team titles, and our good buddy Angel's trusted us to pick the entrants over the next week or so. So tonight? We thought about it, and we've already made our first pick. (JAYDEN LOOKS OVER TO MANNY WHO GIVES HIM A SCOFF.) JK: Guess it's your lucky fuckin' night, Charlie Brown! Yeah, Civil Unrest? Get ready. 'Cause you, Watkins? And you, Nickles? You're the first ones in it. God, this is gonna be hilarious... TCK, bitches -- recognize! (KNIGHT LAUGHS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY OFF-SCREEN. MANNY WATCHES JAYDEN LEAVE AS OZZY AND HIM SHARE A LOOK. OZZY LOOKS FOR SOME SORT GOOD-MANNERED GESTURE, BUT MANNY JUST NARROWS HIS EYES, SNEERING.) MR: And what the fuck are you looking at? (THE CROWD BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AS THE NOVAS MAKE THEIR IMPACT LEAVING OZZY STANDING OPEN MOUTHED IN SHOCK.) (THE ACTION GOES TO THE INTERVIEW SET WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BY.) MAC: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, ‘The Purist’ Mike Mitchell. (IN THE BACKGROUND, THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY AS MAHONEY MOTIONS OFF-SCREEN AND ‘THE PURIST’ MIKE MITCHELL WALKS ONTO THE SET. THE FOOTAGE CUTS TO THE CROWD AS THEY ARE STILL GOING CRAZY FOR MIKE AFTER WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF MAYHEM LAST WEEK. WE SEE A CLOSE-UP ON A SIGN IN THE CROWD READING ‘I BELIEVE IN MIKE MITCHELL’ BEFORE THE FOOTAGE CUTS BACK TO THE INTERVIEW SET. MAHONEY BEGINS.) MAC: Mike, we’ve all seen the the ongoing saga between yourself and Tremere, coupled along with the emergence of the so-called Unholy Alliance of Dorian Wong and James Onlee. We have seen the both of you assaulted on numerous occasions and forced into tag team matches where yourself and Tremere simply could not coexist. But finally, last week, when Wong and Onlee had Tremere trapped in the ring after the match and intentions to do… Well God only knows what, you came to the rescue of your bitter rival, and I think I can safely say you established yourself in the hearts and minds of many as the revolutionary leader you professed to be. (MIKE HOLDS UP A HAND TO STOP AND REACHES OVER TO THE MICROPHONE, GUIDING MAHONEY’S HAND ACROSS SO THAT HE CAN SPEAK.) MM: Let me just stop you there Mahoney, ‘cause I wanna set the record straight. I never chose to be a ‘leader’ for anything. When this whole thing began, I made the choice to act and there were those in the back who chose to follow my example. Last week, I did just the same, so don’t go reading into it. MAC: Well, I guess I assumed with what we saw earlier tonight… MM: What you saw was a man put out of this business by two men hellbent on destroying it. Much as I may not like or even respect Tremere for the way he does things, I can at least respect the fact he tried to fight the good fight. For that, at least, he deserves to be repaid. (THE CROWD CHEERS IN THE BACKGROUND AS MAHONEY COLLECTS HIMSELF AND CONTINUES.) MAC: Well nevertheless, after what seemed like weeks, maybe months of growing frustrations within the revolution, it seems that last week when you sent Wong and Onlee packing, you sent quite a message. Now tonight, after everything we’ve seen the Unholy Alliance put you through these last few weeks, you get a chance to take a measure of revenge and become a 3-Time TFWF Intercontinental Champion in the process, but in order do that it means going through ‘The Philosopher King’, Dorian Wong. (A LOUD CHORUS OF BOOS GOES OUT IN THE BACKGROUND AT THE MENTION OF DORIAN WONG AND MIKE TAKES A MOMENTS PAUSE TO COLLECT HIS THOUGHTS BEFORE HE BEGINS, STARING AT MAHONEY WITH EYES OF FIRE AS HE DOES SO.) MM: …Mahoney… I don’t have to say a lot more aboot the way I feel aboot Dorian Wong. No respect. No honor. There’s honor among thieves in the first place… For too long, this company and this business has deserved a TRUE champion to show men like Dorian Wong the error of their ways and give the people an example what pro wrestling really is and what it could be… And tonight, I’m gonna give it to ‘em. (THE CROWD LETS OUT ONE FINAL CHEER AS MIKE LEAVES THE SET, DEADLY FOCUSED ON THE TASK AT HAD AS MAHONEY RAPS UP.) (ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Mike Mitchell pumped up about his match with Dorian Wong tonight and no wonder after what we witnessed at the show opening. SJ: Do you really think Mitchell meant all that stuff about respecting Tremere? If you ask me Mitchell only cares about gold! SC: Good thing no one did ask you then isn’t it?! Project Nova have laid down the challenge for AA9, a gauntlet match for the Tag Team Titles with Brandon Watkins and Georgie Nickles the first team into the match. SJ: That’s going to be something else, when Project Nova prove their dominance as the best tag team in TFWF history by beating all those teams in one match! SC: Well they’ve got Nickles and Watkins in a match coming up right now, let’s see how they do. Kent Clark/Georgie Nickles/Brandon Watkins vs Aaron Roberts/Project Nova (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: This match is a six person tag team match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE GOES NUTS AS THE CIVIL UNREST TEAM OF NICKLES, CLARK AND WATKINS COME OUT ONTO THE RAMP. THEY HYPE THE FANS UP BEFORE SPRINTING DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: At a total combined weight of 345 pounds…Kent Clark…Brandon Watkins and the TFWF Hardcore Champion Georgie Nickles…they are Civil Unrest!! SC: This crowd are coming unglued for this young, exciting and never say die group of wrestlers in Civil Unrest! SJ: I hate these punks with a passion…although my passion for Georgie is slightly different and more erotic. What I’m trying to say is I think she’s hot, I’m probably being too subtle. SC: For the love of God will you shut up?! JH: And their opponents…first… *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: The self proclaimed biggest rock star on the planet is making his way to the ring and he looks as cocky and confident as ever. SJ: No wonder, the man is a music genius, kicks ass in the ring and gets all the ladies. If he had a cool car, he’d almost be as awesome as me! JH: And his partners… *‘SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST’ – SALIVA PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds...they are members of The Career Killers and the current TFWF Tag Team Champions…Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…Project Nova!!! SC: Without a doubt the most dominant tag team in recent TFWF history and the reason why TCK can act with such impunity. SJ: I don’t even know what that word means so I’ll just say this. If I needed back up, Project Nova would be at the top of the list. It’s going to be a long night for the Civil Unrest crew! FINISH…The match of the night and a perfect example of why the TFWF is the leader in the wrestling world. The match is a clinic of two teams working in almost perfect harmony. The early part of the match is all about Civil Unrest as Nickles, Watkins and Clark use their speed and cunning to take the fight to The Novas and Roberts. They use quick and frequent tags to stay on the offensive and get some near falls that have the crowd going insane. The match turns when Roberts uses his power to powerbomb Kent Clark onto Brandon Watkins which allows The Novas to double team Nickles and throw her out of the ring. With Clark trapped in the ring The Novas and Roberts go to work on the smallest man in the match. The cut him off from his partners and work over his head and neck with various high impact suplexes and slams. The Novas take great delight in using their famed tag team skills to knock Kent all over the ring. He tries to fight back on a couple of occasions but can’t quite make the tag to his partners who are desperate for the tag. He finally makes the tag to Nickles as the crowd go wild! She takes down The Novas and Roberts with flying kicks and then gets a very near fall with a leg drop off the top turnbuckle on Knight! The match breaks down completely as all six wrestlers are in the ring with Watkins and Knight being the legal men. Nickles is taken to the floor by Manny with a spear through the ropes! Roberts is on the floor as Kent Clark dives over the top rope onto him with a plancha to a big crowd pop!! Watkins nails Knights with a back suplex and then goes to the ring apron. He springboards in but straight into a ‘JK-47’ from Knight who makes the cover and gets the 3 count for his team!

WINNERS, VIA PINFALL: Project Nova and Aaron ‘The Cobra’ Roberts. MATCH TIME: 14.32 MATCH RATING: 5 STARS

After the match all hell breaks loose as Exile and Tank sprint down the ramp to help their stable mates! They join the fight and chase both Roberts and The Novas off. Civil Unrest all get into the ring and help Watkins up and the crowd roar their approval of Civil Unrest!! (T.F.W.F MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: It’s been a wild night already folks and we’ve finally got the ringside area cleared after that multi person brawl! SJ: Civil Unrest are out of control here tonight, they can’t do that to The Novas and not expect payback! SC: That’s true, but speaking of payback, now it’s time to see if Mike Mitchell can get some payback for Tremere by defeating Dorian Wong and taking his Intercontinental Title. TITLE - Intercontinental Dorian Wong (c) vs Mike Mitchell (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF Intercontinental Title…introducing first… *’WICKERMAN’ – IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (SUPER 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: Here comes The Purist and the man who vowed to beat Dorian Wong here tonight as a tribute to Tremere who is no longer able to compete in the TFWF due to injuries suffered at the hands of Wong. SJ: Mitchell better stop worrying about Tremere and get his mind on Dorian Wong, that sick freak will rip him apart otherwise. JH: And his opponent… *’APOCALYPSE PLEASE’ - MUSE PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE 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 current TFWF Intercontinental Champion…Dorian Wong!!! SC: The man who forced Tremere into retirement has a sick smirk on his face as he makes his way down towards the ring. SJ: Mitchell doesn’t look so confident now does he? He knows he’s stepping into the ring with the most insane man on the TFWF roster and with the Intercontinental Title on the line, Wong is even more dangerous. FINISH…On any other night this would be the match of the night as two of the very best in the wrestling industry today have a battle of biblical proportions. It’s Wong who gets the early advantage with his vicious and animalistic style, working over the eyes of Mitchell, stamping on his knees and choking him with his hands, foot and ring ropes. Mitchell is able to fight back, using his superior in-ring skills to take Wong down and work over his right arm and shoulder. He uses many different submission moves and other holds to keep Wong down and incapacitated. The match turns on its head though as Mitchell ups the pace, using the slams and suplex variations to try and wear Wong out. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps with a missile drop kick but Wong pulls the referee in front of him causing Mitchell to knock the official out cold!! With Mitchell distracted by this Wong takes advantage beating Mitchell down and scoring a number of near falls. With the referee out cold Wong goes under the ring and brings a table into the ring, along with a number of steel chairs. Mitchell attempts to fight back but Wong levels him with a chair shot to the head and then uses the end of the chair to choke Mitchell out. Wong sets the table up and lays Mitchell on it before going to the top rope and signalling for ‘The Killing Joke’ he leaps, but Mitchell moves and Wong crashes through the table to a big crowd pop!! Mitchell is up and he drills Wong with a dragon suplex for a close two count. He hooks Wong up in the ‘Flawless Execution’ and is about to deliver it when suddenly James Onlee sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring and nails Mitchell in the head with his metal spike to some huge crowd heat!! He then drills Mitchell with the ‘Sinners Spiral’ before rolling Wong on top of Mitchell and reviving the referee who make the count and Wong picks up the 3 count and the win!

WINNER, VIA PINFALL AND STILL TFWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: Dorian Wong MATCH TIME: 18.56 MATCH RATING: 4 STARS.

With the match over Onlee picks up the Intercontinental Title and holds it in his hands as Wong stands up. He looks furious as Onlee looks longingly at the Title belt before throwing it to Wong. Onlee and Wong have an intense stare down as Onlee makes his way out of the ring and to the back. SC: Dorian Wong has retained his Intercontinental Title but it’s all thanks to James Onlee! Could we be seeing the first cracks showing in the Unholy Alliance? SJ: Wong didn’t look happy and when he finds out Onlee won the match for him, I’m sure he’s going to be even more angry. Plus Mitchell had that match won until Onlee showed up, he might be a goody two shoes, but he’s sure to be pissed about that! SC: I don’t think that’s the end of the issue between these three men and you know Tremere isn’t done with Onlee and Wong, even if he can’t wrestle for the foreseeable future. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (THE SHOT OPENS UP BACKSTAGE ONCE AGAIN, THIS TIME IN THE LOCKER ROOM OF CIVIL UNREST. EXILE WALKS INTO THE LOCKER ROOM ALONE, AND TAKES A QUICK LOOK AROUND TO FIND THAT NONE OF HIS FELLOW STABLE MATES ARE HERE, NOT EVEN ROAD BLOCK. HE SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS, AND CONTINUES TO HIS LOCKER. UPON REACHING HIS SECTION HE FINDS A PLAIN BROWN ENVELOPE TAPED TO THE DOOR. WITH A CONFUSED LOOK OVER HIS FACE HE RIPS IT OFF AND OPENS IT UP. FROM INSIDE EXILE PULLS OUT VERY POORLY DOCTORED PICTURES OF JOSE RAMON’S SISTER, CHRISTINA OUT WITH OTHER MEN LIKE BRAD PITT, AND MEL GIBSON, AND JOHN GOODMAN. EXILE FINDS THEN THAT THERE IS A NOTE LEFT IN THE ENVELOPE. HE PULLS IT OUT AND FINDS THAT RAMON HAS ORDERED HIM TO BACK OFF OF HIS SISTER BEFORE HE REALLY GETS ANGRY. THE REACTION FROM EXILE IS INSTANTANEOUS AS HE CRUMPLES THE NOTE AND PICTURES AND THROWS THEM ON THE GROUND. SUDDENLY HE GOES BERSERK, AND STARTS TRASHING THE LOCKER ROOM FROM SHEER FRUSTRATION. A FEW SECONDS PASS AND TANK AND BRANDON WATKINS ENTER THE LOCKER ROOM, TALKING AND JOKING AROUND. THEY SEE THEIR STABLE MATE TEARING THE SHIT OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM AND RUN OVER TO HIM, AND SUBDUE HIM. TANK WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND EXILE AND PICKS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND.) EX: Put me down TaNK! (TANK SHAKES HIS HEAD.) TK: Not ‘til you calm yourself down there, Exile. What’s up? (EXILE TRIES TO STRUGGLE FREE BUT THE ENFORCER OF THE GROUP HAS HIS GRIP LOCKED.) EX: Put me down, and I’ll show you. (TANK LOOKS CYNICAL AT FIRST, BUT LOWERS HIS FRIEND. EXILE SHOWS WATKINS AND TANK THE PHOTOS OF GOODMAN, GIBSON, AND THE OTHERS WITH CHRISTINA. THE TWO LAUGH WHEN THEY SEE THE PICTURES.) EX: What’s so funny? TK: John Goodman? You got some real competition man… EX: I know… but it’s just that Jose just won’t let it go. TK: Dude, you’re boning his sister. That’s like a huge burn. Ramon knows the egg is all over his face. Don’t let that midget get to you. I mean, was she good? EX: What? (TANK SMILES.) EX: Yeah…she was. TK: That’s what he hates the most. You’ve already got one over on him, bro, don’t let him do the same to you. Come on, a round on the TaNK. (THE THREE THEN LEAVE THE LOCKER ROOM. JUST BEFORE THE CAMERA FADES OUT WAKINS SNEAKS BACKS IN AND TAKES ANOTHER LOOK AT THE PHOTO OF CHRISTINA AND JOHN GOODMAN. HE BUSTS OUT LAUGHING.) BW: Damn glad that isn’t my girlfriend with him. I’d never get her back. (THE ACTION CUTS TO ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE WHERE WE SEE FALLEN ANGEL SITTING BACK IN HIS OFFICE, HIS FEET ON THE TABLE, SMOKING A CIGAR WHEN SUDDENLY AARON ROBERTS BURSTS IN THROUGH THE DOOR.) AR: Mr. Angel, you have got to do something about this! FA: God, Roberts, if this is about your fucking hangnail again… AR: No, no, no, not that! I got a manicure this morning, so that’s all good for now. I’m here about the North American Title scene! FA: What about it? AR: It’s fuckin’ chaos, man! Haven’t you been watching?! Whether it’s Tank and Sega Boy chumming it up, Dylan lurking around the place doing his creepy shit or like the eleventy bazillion people runnin’ down and gettin’ in a big shmoz… FA: …That’s not a number. AR: Hey, whatever Mr. Grumpalore, the point is that NA title is a touchy deal dude, and there’s a lot of dinks and dipsticks getting their knickers in a twist over it, and we need to drop some science on these fools so they’ll cold chill and I can set these newjacks straight, know what I’m saying? (FALLEN ANGEL JUST STARES VACANTLY AT AARON ROBERTS WITH A LOOK THAT SAY ‘WHY IS THIS IDIOT WASTING MY TIME’ AND AARON ROBERTS SHOOTS BACK AT HIM WITH A STARE OF HIS OWN THAT IS DEADLY SERIOUS. IN THE BACKGROUND WE HEAR THE CROWD LAUGHING AT THE ABSURDITY OF THE SITUATION. FINALLY, ANGEL RESPONDS.) FA: No, I don’t actually… But by the sounds of it, in whatever retarded shaved monkey space-language you’re speaking, you want something done about the North American Title. A stipulation, maybe? One that would, perhaps, play into your favour? AR: Damn straight. FA: Hmm… Now if I didn’t know better, Roberts, I’d think you making a demand. AR: Fuckin’ A. FA: Roberts… Perhaps you missed the memo… You see, I don’t respond well to ‘demands’. (ANGEL SLOWLY PULLS HIS FEET OFF THE TABLE AND PULLS HIMSELF OUT OF THE CHAIR, TOWERING OVER AARON ROBERTS AS ‘THE COBRA’ BACKS UP.) AR: Hey, hey, come on Boss Man, don’t have a cow. Listen, I’ve got just the thing to convince you, my man, just sit back in your nice comfy chair and prepare to be dazzled. (UNAMUSED BUT LEVELHEADED, ANGEL SINKS SLOWLY BACK INTO HIS CHAIR AND GIVES ROBERTS THE FLOOR, DESPITE RAPIDLY LOSING HIS PATIENCE. ROBERTS STEPS BACK AND CLEARS HIS THROAT BEFORE HE BEGINS.) AR: ‘Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike, He's down on his luck, It's tough… So tough. Gina works the diner all day, Working for her man, she brings home her pay for love… For love.’ (A HUGE ROAR OF LAUGHTER GOES OUT IN THE CROWD AS ANGEL’S EYES WIDEN, AGHAST AS ROBERTS BEGINS BELTING OUR AN EAR-SPLITTING, GUT-WRENCHING RENDITION OF THE OLD BON JOVI CLASSIC. SUDDENLY, SCORPIO BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR.) S: DAMMIT ANGEL, I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO ABOUT THIS NA TITLE MATCH! (SEEING ROBERTS STILL BELTING OUT HIS HORRIFIC BALLAD, SCORPIO QUICKLY REALISES THAT AARON ROBERTS IS HERE FOR THE SAME DIABOLICAL PURPOSES AS HE IS AND IMMEDIATELY MOVES TO PUT A STOP TO IT.) S: Oh, no you don’t Roberts! You want that stip, you’ll have to FIGHT ME FOR IT! ‘Tommy's got his six-string in hock! Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk so tough… It's tough.’ AR: HEY! No WAY Scorpio, I OWN this song just like I’m gonna OWN your ASS! ‘Gina dreams of running away! When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers: Baby, it's okay! …Someday.’ (THE CROWD IS LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY IN THE BACKGROUND AS ANGEL IS SLUMPED OVER ON THE DESK, BANGING HIS HEAD ON THE DESK AT THE SHEER INANITY OF THIS BIZARRE AMERICAN IDOL SINGING COMPETITION.) S & AR: ‘We've got to hold on to what we've got, It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other and that's a lot for love… We'll give it a shot! Ohhh, we’re half way there! WHOA OH! Livin’ on a prayer! Take my hand and well make it - I swear! WHOA OH! Livin’ on a prayer! LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER!’ (FINALLY, ANGEL LOSES IT AND SPRINGS OUT OF HIS CHAIR, SLAMMING HIS FISTS DOWN ON THE DESK SO HARD IT ALMOST SPLITS THE WOOD AND SCORPIO AND ROBERTS STOP DEAD.) FA: THAT’S IT!!! I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS RIDICULOUS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!! YOU TWO WANNA COME TO ME TO TURN THE TABLES, WELL HOW ABOUT I TURN THE TABLES ON YOU TWO BUFFOONS?! Autumn Annihilation 9… North American Title Match… And you two idiots are in it! (HUGE SMILES COME ACROSS THE FACES OF BOTH MEN AS THEY START CELEBRATING TO THEMSELVES WHILE SNEERING AT EACH OTHER IN DISDAIN.) FA: SHUT UP YOU MORONS, I’M NOT DONE YET! Because that North American Title match will be… A Six-Man… Elimination… TABLES MATCH! S & AR: WHAT?!!! (IN THE BACKGROUND WE HEAR THE CROWD LET OUT A MASSIVE CHEER AS SCORPIO AND THE COBRA PROTEST ANGEL’S RULING, BUT ANGEL CUTS THEM OFF.) FA: And that’s just the beginning gentlemen… The rest will be decided later… Now… Fuck off. (WITH THAT, SCORPIO AND ROBERTS STORM OFF, GETTING STUCK IN THE DOOR AS THEY TRY TO GO THROUGH IT AT THE SAME TIME. AFTER A FEW SECONDS OF CHILDISH FIGHTING THEY FORCE THEIR WAY THROUGH THE DOOR AND GO THEIR SEPARATE WAYS AS ANGEL SLUMPS BACK INTO HIS CHAIR, THROWING HIS HEAD BACK AND UTTERING WITH UTTER CONTEMPT ‘LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER’ AS THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.) (ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Fallen Angel not taking too kindly to be serenaded by Aaron Roberts and Scorpio! He made it a tables match for the North American Title at AA9 and those two are in! SJ: Who does Scorpio think he is trying to out sing Aaron Roberts? That’s just wrong. SC: Not as wrong as those weird pictures Jose Ramon made up to mess with Exile. SJ: Yeah that was pretty messed up. Jose is cool but that was a bit weird, even for me. SC: Ok, then let’s move on, we’ve got three way action coming up next folks and this one promises to be a classic! Torch vs Sandy Makel vs Phenom (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *’FUEL’ – METALICA PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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: Here comes the man who for months has been battling Phenom in some of the most brutal moments in TFWF history, expect more blood and violence tonight. SJ: Yeah Torch’s blood and violence from Phenom! JH: And his opponent… *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE 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: The Golden Ticket holder and the man who has both Sebastian Cross and Fallen Angel at his mercy. Will tonight be the night Makel cashes in the ticket? SJ: That’s for him to know and you to find out! JH: And their opponent… *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE 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: He’s made it his life’s mission to destroy Torch and tonight he’ll make another attempt at doing just that. SJ: Looks like Torch isn’t going to wait around for that to happen! FINISH…A rather disappointing match as it appears all three wrestlers are slightly off the pace this week. Torch opens the match by diving through the ropes onto Phenom and beating the holy hell out of him! The two of them brawl around the ring while Makel simply sits back and watches the two men battle. Finally the match comes into the ring and Makel is able to blindside Torch. He and Phenom quickly strike a deal to double team Torch and beat him down for a prolonged period. The match turns when Makel tries for a quick roll up on Phenom which enrages the big man! He goes after Makel nailing him with a powerbomb which gets a close 2 count which is broken up by Torch! The finish comes as Torch goes for the ‘3rd Degree Burn’ on Phenom but he uses a low blow to block it! He tries for the ‘Final Destination’ but Torch turns it into a DDT to a big crowd pop! He gets a close two count but Makel breaks it up. Makel tosses Torch over the top rope and turns around only to be met with a big boot from Phenom and then a huge ‘Final Destination’ which gives Phenom the 3 count and the win!

WINNER, VIA PINFALL: Phenom MATCH TIME: 9.22 MATCH RATING: 2 ½ STARS

After the match Torch rolls back into the ring and brings a steel chair with him. He swings at Phenom and cracks him across the head knocking him down! The crowd roar as Torch stands over Phenom with the chair raised high in the air and a confident look on his face! SC: Well Phenom got the win but Torch gets the last word with that vicious chair shot! SJ: Torch just opened the gates of hell with that one, Phenom will not let that go unanswered, believe me! SC: Well folks Torch has made his way through the crowd and to the back but I hear there’s something going on out there, let’s get a camera back there! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (CUT TO THE PARKING LOT WHERE WE SEE THE "REGISTERED PSYCHOPATH," TORCH ENJOYING A CIGARETTE. SUDDENLY, WE SEE A PAIR OF POLICE OFFICERS MAKE THEIR WAY ON SCREEN -- ONE OF THEM HAS A SET OF PAPERS IN HIS HAND.) PO: Mr. Smythe? T: Ah, Christ -- what do you want? PO: Sir, we have a warrant out for your arrest. T: What the fuck are you talking about? PO: Sir, we don't mean to cause any trouble. But we have you in our database for assault and battery during your match tonight. T: This is a joke, right? (TORCH FLICKS HIS CIG TO THE FLOOR AND GOES TO GRAB THE PAPERS WHEN THE SECOND POLICE OFFICER QUICKLY WHIPS OUT HIS NIGHTSTICK AND BASHES TORCH OVER THE BACK OF THE HEAD. TORCH STUMBLES A BIT BEFORE TAKING ANOTHER SHOT TO THE HEAD, CAUSING HIM TO DROP. HE'S PROMPTLY HANDCUFFED AND DRAGGED, SCREAMING ANGRILY, TOWARDS THEIR POLICE CAR. PHENOM SUDDENLY EMERGES FROM OFF-SCREEN AND IS SEEN HANDING A FAT ROLL OF MONEY TO THE TWO COPS. HE SMILES AND POLITELY ASKS FOR THE ONE OFFICER'S NIGHTSTICK, BEFORE UNLEASHING HOLY HELL ON TORCH, WHO'S POWERLESS TO DEFEND HIMSELF.) P: You want hardcore? Huh?! (PHENOM BRINGS TORCH UP TO A KNEE BEFORE SWINGING THE NIGHTSTICK RIGHT ACROSS HIS FACE. A SNICKERING PHENOM SMIRKS AND PULLS SOMETHING OUT OF THE BACK OF HIS PANTS -- A CHAIN! HE WRAPS IT AROUND TORCH'S NECK AND HOOKS IT TO THE BACK OF THE POLICE CAR, DRIVING AWAY WITH TORCH BEING DRAGGED BEHIND HIM!!!) (ACTON COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Phenom has completely snapped, he could break Torch’s neck and I’m hearing in my headset he’s dragging him down the middle of the road outside the arena! SJ: Looks like Torch has just found out how it feels to be a tin can on the back of a wedding car! SC: Folks this is dangerous and completely out of hand, something has to be done about this Phenom and Torch war! SJ: Well at AA9 they’ll settle it in a Circle of Blood Match, that’s if Torch even makes it to AA9. SC: Ok let’s try and restore some order here, it’s time for the Main Event of the night and it’s a tag team match with many heated issues. Let’s take it to the ring. Sebastian Cross/Eaton Gore vs Fallen Angel/Kirsta Lewis (BELL SOUNDS.) JH: Ladies and gentlemen this next contest is your main event of the evening. It’s a tag team match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *‘SUGAR SUGAR’ – THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH. EXCALIBUR RAISED IN THE AIR. 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…he is the current TFWF European Champion…Eaton Gore!!! SC: The people love him and Gore is here tonight with a purpose. He’s been upset following the death of Headbutt McHaggis which he holds TCK responsible. SJ: Who cares what he thinks? He’s a damn moron and tonight Angel and Lewis are going to kill him. JH: And his partner… *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER 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 current Undisputed Heavyweight Champion…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Listen to this crowd go insane for Sebastian Cross. In just a few short weeks he looks to put Fallen Angel out of his life for good in a sixty minute Iron Man Match, can he survive against the odds until that night? SJ: He’s got TCK breathing down his neck, Sandy Makel with the Golden Ticket and tonight he’s got Eaton Gore as a partner, Cross is shit out of luck! JH: And their opponents… *‘DOWN’ – STONE TEMPLE PILOTS PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER HEEL HEAT. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH ‘THE CAREER KILLERS’ LOGO AND CATCHPHRASE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO SHOW THE FORMATION OF THE STABLE AND THEIR BRUTAL ATTACKS ON VARIOUS TFWF STARS. THE WORDS, ‘DEATH TO THE HEROES’ RUNS ACROSS THE SCREEN AS FOOTAGE OF FALLEN ANGEL, PROJECT NOVA AND KIRSTA LEWIS HITTING THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES IS SHOWN. A LARGE PYRO EXPLODES ABOVE THE TA-TRON AND ABOVE THE RING. AS STROBE LIGHTS AND SMOKE FILLS THE ENTRANCE WAY THE GROUP EMERGE LOOKING CONFIDENT AND FOCUSED ON THE RING.) JH: Making their way to the ring…accompanied by Project Nova…at a total combined weight of 372 pounds…the team of..Fallen Angel and Kirsta Lewis!! SC: Here comes The Career Killer and The Killer Queen, two of the most vicious and dominant in ring performers in TFWF history. SJ: They’ve got The Nova’s out here and remember during the week Fallen Angel promised they had something big in store! I can’t wait for this! FINISH…A real barn storming match with all four wrestlers looking in great form. Of course the team of Lewis and Angel work much more cohesively than Cross and Gore. Cross and Angel battle in the early goings with Cross using his speed to try and stay one step ahead of the power of Angel. They both tag in and out to their partners with each time having the advantage and then the balance shifting to their opponent. The match turns when Jayden Knight trips Cross on the outside allowing Angel to beat him down with vicious slams and submissions moves to his lower back. Angel tags in Kirsta who comes off the top on a number of occasions to knock Cross down and get some near falls. Any time Cross looks to come back into the match Project Nova distract the referee to allow Angel and Lewis to regain control of the match. The crowd are going nuts as finally Brandon Watkins and Georgie Nickles come down the ramp and they brawl through the crowd with Project Nova! Cross is able to make the hot tag to Gore who hits the ring like a mad man cleaning house on everyone! He knocks Angel to the floor and hits Kirsta with the ‘Fork You’ and makes the cover, but she isn’t the legal wrestler! Cross tries to warn him but Gore turns around and eats a wicked lariat from Fallen Angel who then spikes him with ‘The Darkness’ and picks up the 3 count for his team!

WINNERS, VIA PINFALL: Fallen Angel and Kirsta Lewis. MATCH TIME: 17.21 MATCH RATING: 4 ½ STARS

After the match Sebastian Cross hits the ring and he and Fallen Angel trade punches to a huge crowd pop. It looks like Cross has the advantage but Kirsta nails him in the back of the head with a Hell’s Bulls Eye to the back of the head, knocking him down! Suddenly Sandy Makel appears on the ramp with his dice in hand!! SC: Sandy Makel is out here and it looks like he’s about to roll his dice and make his choice!! SJ: No, no, this isn’t happening!! Suddenly Project Nova reappear from the back and nail Makel from behind knocking him down! They beat him down before dragging him down the ramp and to the ring where Fallen Angel is waiting with evil intentions. He has a mic in hand as Makel is beaten down by all of TCK as Angel watches on. FA: I told you this week I’d take something back from you Makel. You want to play games? You want to come out here every week with those damn dice? Well let’s see if I can change how you roll. Angel goes out of the ring as we see Sebastian Cross watching on from the ramp as Angel reaches under the ring and removes a large claw hammer! Cross looks sickened but turns away, leaving Makel to his fate! Angel rolls back in the ring as TCK hold Makel down on the mat. Angel spreads Makel’s right hand and then repeatedly slams the hammer down onto it, breaking the bones in his hand!! The crowd are sickened as Angel repeats this process with the left hand of Makel. He drops the hammer and raises the mic back up. FA: Let’s see how you roll a dice with no hands. Cross, that World Title is coming back home at AA9 and this piece of crap isn’t going to stop me and neither are you! The show ends with Fallen Angel and TCK standing over Sandy Makel who clutches at his broken hands as Sebastian Cross backs up the ramp with a look of serious concern on his face.