DATE : Mon 28th July 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Columbia, South Carolina - Colonial Center
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF FALLEN ANGEL'S DRAMATIC WIN FOR THE WORLD TITLE IN A WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN MOMENT WHEN CROSS MADE HIS FINAL CHARGE.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "DAMN THOSE ROPES!" "HEADBUTT MCHAGGIS FOR PM" AND "PHENOM WHY?". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: Hello everyone and welcome TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!! We are coming to you live from the sold out Colonial Centre in beautiful Colombia, South Carolina and…. SJ: Quiet you. Never mind where we are or what we are doing, right now you need to get on your feet and applaud our NEW World Heavyweight Champion, the man who should never have lost the Title at Death or Glory, a man who is a true inspiration and my personal hero…FALLEN ANGEL!!! SC: Will you sit down! Jesus, if you want to kiss the World Champion's ass so badly buy him a damn gift. SJ: Good idea…what should I get him? SC: Don't ask me, I hate the guy! Folks I apologise for my broadcast colleagues outburst there but then again, you're all probably used to it by now! We are one night removed from the fantastic Pay Per View spectacular that was Dependence Day 9. It was one hell of a night of action as only the TFWF can bring and yes, Fallen Angel won the Rumble match to claim has 6th World Heavyweight Title. SJ: Damn straight he did, the man's a hero to us all… SC: God damn, I'm going to get your mic cut in a minute if you keep this up. SJ: Sorry, go ahead with your little introduction. SC: Thank you. Dependence Day 9 was a night of major talking points. Besides Angel's World Title win we have a new Light Heavyweight Champion in Jose Ramon. A new Hardcore Champion in Torch and Sandy Makel made his in-ring return by defeating Sebastian Cross in a grudge match one year in the making. It was a night to remember and with so many issues arising out of it, you can be sure on Mayhem tonight things are going to be intense! SJ: The main event is what I'm looking forward to. The Career Killers in action and you know Fallen Angel and Project Nova will destroy Sebastian Cross and The Flawless Connection. SC: The World Champion and the Tag Team Champions in the ring at the same time! There's a ton of talent right there, even if their attitude and tactics suck. Cross is gunning for Angel after coming so close to winning the Rumble match for the second year in succession and you just know Pect and Mitchell want to get their hands on Knight and Rodriguez. SJ: Mitchell will have some explaining to do if you ask me, he pulled Cross over the top rope last night. I don't see Pect and Mitchell working as a team with Cross here tonight and if they don't, TCK will take full advantage! SC: It's a huge six man main event match but that's not all folks. We've got a loaded card and singles matches don't come much bigger than 'The Reverend' James Onlee taking on the leader of the Hardcore Haven, Tremere. SJ: There's so much history between these two. Former stable mates, former blood enemies. Tremere might have to worry about more than just Onlee tonight, the Haven didn't looks like much of a team at DD9 did they? SC: There's definitely something brewing with The Haven and the man at the centre of it all appears to be Phenom. He's in action tonight as the big man clashes with Eaton Gore, who had a fantastic showing in the Rumble match. SJ: Gore is one of those guys, I can't decide if I dislike him or hate him. SC: You should respect him, he had a great showing the rumble and he'll push Phenom to the limit here tonight. We've got two wrestlers making their debuts in the TFWF here tonight. As first the controversial Mr Tourettes meets the leader of the Patriots of Wrestling, APB and Brandon Watkins clashes with P.O.W member James Matthews. SJ: I don't know much about Tourettes or Watkins. I do know that APB and Matthews are pissed off after DD9 and looking for someone to hurt. These two noobs could be just the guys APB and Matthews are looking for! SC: One of the highlights of DD9 was the fantastic match between Exile and Jose Ramon. Of course Ramon resorted to cheating to win the match and the Light Heavyweight Title. He then laid Exile out after the match thanks to a cheap shot with the LHW title belt. Tonight they're in the ring again, but in a tag team contest as Exile and Georgie Nickles of Civil Unrest take on Ramon and the TFWF European Champion and TCK assassin, Kirsta Lewis! SJ: That's going to be one hell of a match. We all know Exile has been ripping off Ramon since day one here in the TFWF. The court case proved it beyond reasonable doubt. I know for a fact Kirsta is sick and tired of hearing people talk about how Georgie Nickles is the best female wrestler in the world. There's a lot of bad blood between these four and that always makes for a great match! SC: The Civil Unrest and POW battle continues as the monster Tank takes on Seth Black in singles competition. SJ: Tank has been very impressive since coming to the TFWF and I know Black is looking to get back on track here. A win for either man could mean big things happening in their careers. SC: And our opening match of the night sees gold on the line as the North American Champion Randal Dylan, defends his title against the rookie sensation of Civil Unrest, Kent Clark! SJ: That little snot nosed punk is in for the beating of a life time when Dylan gets hold of him. The fans might love Clark but he won't have his buddies to back him up here tonight and Dylan will show why he holds the gold! SC: Well then let's take it to the ring for that mat……. *'DOWN' - STONE TEMPLE PILOTS PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. THE TA-TRON COMES ON SHOWING THE CAREER KILLERS ENTRANCE VIDEO. AS THE LIGHTS AND PYRO GO OFF ALL AROUND THEM THE CAREER KILLERS STRIDE OUT CONFIDENTLY ONTO THE STAGE TO MORE MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MANNY AND JAYDEN LEAD THE WAY, BOTH ARE DRESSED IN SMART DESIGNER SUITS, ALTHOUGH MANNY IS WEARING A MMA INFLUENCED T-SHIRT UNDER HIS JACKET RATHER THAN THE CRISP WHITE SHIRT THAT JAYDEN SPORTS. KIRSTA LEWIS IS OUT NEXT, WEARING A SMART BUT VERY SEXY BLACK TROUSER SUIT. ALL THREE HAVE THEIR TITLE BELTS SLUNG OVER THEIR SHOULDERS. THEY LOOK BACK THROUGH THE CURTAIN AND AFTER A MOMENT OR TWO FALLEN ANGEL EMERGES, DRESSED IN THE SAME SUIT AS MANNY AND JAYDEN AND WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE STRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST. THE CROWD BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AS TCK STAND AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AND TAKE A BOW BEFORE HUNDREDS OF STREAMERS AND BALLOONS ARE RELEASED FROM THE ROOF AND FALL DOWN COVERING THE CROWD AND THE RING. THEY ALL LOOK SUPREMELY CONFIDENT AS THEY MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) SJ: Oh yeah! Now this is how you kick off a show!! Celebrate good times COME ON! Yeah! SC: Oh my God are you dancing? Sit down you moron. Here they come folks, the most powerful group in the TFWF and all of professional wrestling, The Career Killers. The European Champion, the Tag Team Champions and the World Heavyweight Champion, when you talk about power and influence, look no further than these four! SJ: And tonight it's party time, I love it! (TCK ARE ALL IN THE RING AS A NUMBER OF MEN AND WOMEN IN WAITERS OUTFITS COME DOWN THE RAMP CARRYING GLASSES, BOTTLES OF CRYSTAL CHAMPAGNE AND TRAYS OF FINGER FOOD. MORE PYRO AND STREAMERS GO OFF AS THE WAITERS GET INTO THE RING AND START POURING GLASSES FOR TCK. WHEN EACH MEMBER HAS A GLASS IN HAND FALLEN ANGEL REMOVES A MIC FROM HIS POCKET AND HOLDS HIS GLASS UP.) FA: Gentlemen and lady, charge your glasses and let's make a toast, to Titles, to domination and to killing the careers of all the TFWF heroes! To The Career Killers! (ALL FOUR MEMBERS SHOUT 'TO THE CAREER KILLERS' BEFORE CLINKING THEIR GLASSES TOGETHER AND TAKING A SIP OF THE OBSCENELY EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE. THE CROWD ARE BOOING LOUDLY AS TCK BASK IN THEIR OWN GLORY. ANGEL GOES TO SPEAK AGAIN BUT HE IS CUT OFF AS…) *BAD BOY FOR LIFE - P DIDDY PLAYS* (HUGE CROWD HEAT. ALL THE MEMBERS OF TCK TURN TO THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS THE OWNER OF THE TFWF, IAN MONKS, EMERGES. HE IGNORES THE CROWD AND MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AS FALLEN ANGEL AND JAYDEN KNIGHT EXCHANGE A FEW WORDS. ANGEL NODS HIS HEAD AS MANNY AND KIRSTA BOTH PUT THEIR GLASSES DOWN AND LOOK READY FOR A FIGHT. MONKS HAS A MIC IN HAND AND HE STEPS INTO THE RING AND HOLDS HIS HANDS UP DEFENSIVELY. ANGEL MOTIONS TO KIRSTA AND MANNY TO HOLD OFF AS MONKS SPEAKS.) IM: I don't mean to interrupt your celebrations but I just wanted to be the first to publicly congratulate you Angel. A sixth World Title win, that really is an amazing achievement. (ANGEL SNEERS AT MONKS WHO PAUSES FOR A MOMENT LOOKING WORRIED BEFORE CONTINUING ON.) IM: I also came out here to say that hopefully we can put aside what happened a few weeks ago and continue our business arrangement as we have. I know you were under a lot of stress leading up to DD9 and well, I'm just hoping we can put our problems behind us and move on. (JAYDEN AND KIRSTA ROLL THEIR EYES AND MANNY CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES AS ANGEL RAISES HIS MIC UP TO REPLY.) FA: You want us to move on? No problem Monks, in case I didn't make it clear enough to you before DD9. I've already moved on. The people who stand in this ring, they are all the support I need. Let's face it Monks, you are yesterday's news. You blew it with The Illuminati and you've never recovered. Everything was going great but you got too greedy. I know I'm not the only one that thinks this Monks. It's time for you to step back and take a long vacation. For your own good of course. Go lie on a beech, spend some of that money I made you. It's over Monks, I told you, it's over. (THE OWNER OF THE TFWF GOES TO SPEAK BUT HIS MIC HAS BEEN CUT OFF. THE CROWD BOO AGAIN AS LAW AND ORDER APPEARS WITH HIS SECURITY TEAM. THEY QUICKLY RUSH THE RING AND ESCORT THE STUNNED OWNER OF THE TFWF OUT OF THE RING AND UP THE RAMP. ANGEL HANDS JAYDEN THE MIC.) JK: That's right boys, out the arena and make sure he doesn't get back in. Angel, can I break the news to the people? (ANGEL NODS AS JAYDEN SMIRKS AND TURNS TO THE FANS.) JK: Alright you dumb bitches listen up. The TFWF Board have 'decided' that it's time for Mr Monks to step away from the day to day running of the TFWF. He's gone, finished, over, he's not in charge of running the show any more! (THE CROWD ACTUALLY POP AT THIS BUT JAYDEN CONTINUES.) JK: Don't get too excited folks, I haven't got to the best part yet! The TFWF Board have 'decided' that while they look for someone to take over the running of the shows, that a new man will be in charge around here and that man is…the World Heavyweight Champion…FALLEN ANGEL!! (THE CROWD HEAT IS OBSCENE AS KNIGHT HANDS THE MIC OFF TO ANGEL AS KIRSTA AND MANNY APPLAUD.) FA: That's right people. We don't need Ian Monks to have power and control. WE ARE the power and the control. Look at all this gold. That is the standard by which all wrestlers are measured and NO ONE measures up to us. The Career Killers are going to run through this company like a biological agent, wiping out anything that stands in our path. The old adage has never rung more true. It's either MY way or the highway…so get used to it! (THE CROWD ROAR THEIR DISAPPROVAL AS TCK ALL GO ABOUT CHARGING THEIR GLASSES WHEN SUDDENLY…) *'ANEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (MEGA MONSTER CROWD POP! THE FANS COME UNGLUED AS SEBASTIAN CROSS WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH A MIC IN HAND. EVERYONE IN THE RING TURNS THEIR ATTENTION TO HIM AS CROSS STANDS LOOKING FIRED UP AND PISSED OFF.) SC: Sorry to break up your little party Angel but if I have to listen to one more second of this bullshit, I'm going to throw up! (MASSIVE CROWD POP. TCK ALL LOOK ANNOYED AS CROSS SMIRKS BEFORE CONTINUING.) SC: That's two years in a row I have been seconds away from winning that World Title and the rumble match. I was inches away from holding the one thing in the world you actually care about, the World Title. So I just want you to know that… *'TRIUMPH' - THE WU-TANG CLAN PLAYS* (MEGA MONSTER CROWD POP!! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS AS MIKE MITCHELL AND RHYS PECT WALK OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND STAND NEXT TO SEBASTIAN CROSS. MITCHELL AND CROSS SHARE A TENSE STARE DOWN FOR A MOMENT OR TWO. PECT HAS A MIC BUT ANGEL CUTS HIM OFF AND LAUGHS BEFORE SPEAKING.) FA: Hey Cross, it's the guy who cost you this… (ANGEL PATS THE WORLD TITLE BELT TO SOME BIG CROWD HEAT.) FA: I don't know why you're out here getting all pissy with me…if I was you I'd be gunning for Mike Mitchell right about now. (THE REST OF TCK ALL NOD IN AGREEMENT AND SMIRK AS CROSS AND MITCHELL BOTH FACE EACH OTHER. THE CROWD ARE BUZZING AS PECT TRIES TO ACT AS A PEACE KEEPER BETWEEN BOTH MEN. AFTER A FEW MORE TENSE MOMENTS CROSS SIMPLY RAISES HIS HANDS AND BACKS OFF. TCK ALL LAUGH IN THE RING AS THE CROWD BOO BUT THEY SOON CHEER AS PECT IS ON THE MIC.) RP: I don't know what the hell you gimps are laughing at. Cross and Mike have more class in their pink fingers than all four of you combined. They're too professional and smart to fall for your bullshit Angel. (THE CROWD POP AS PECT HANDS THE MIC OFF MITCHELL.) MM: Angel you sick son of a bitch. You know full well that the only reason you're holding that Title right now is pure and simple luck. You were in the right place at the right time. We're out here to let you know that you might be in control of Monday Night Mayhem…but you sure as hell aren't in control of The Flawless Connection!! (MASSIVE CROWD POP. PECT NODS IN AGREEMENT AS MITCHELL CONTINUES.) MM: We're not playing your games Angel. There's a group of people in the back that are sick of you and The Career Killers already. Every man and woman must fight for their cause, but first myself and Mr Pect have got one score to settle…at Hard Steel…it's going to be Project Nova versus The Flawless Connection for the TFWF World Tag Team Titles!! Oh and Angel, Manny, Jayden…there's not a damn thing you can do about it!! (THE CROWD POP IS HUGE AS PECT AND MITCHELL SAULT THE CROWD BEFORE HEADING TO THE BACK AS THEIR MUSIC HITS. IN THE RING KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ LOOK CONFIDENT AND TAP THEIR TAG TITLE BELTS. KIRSTA AND ANGEL EXCHANGE SOME WORDS AND LOOK ON CONCERNED AT THEIR STABLEMATES. THE CROWD ARE GOING NUTS FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE HUGE TAG TITLE MATCH AT HARD STEEL AS TCK MAKE THEIR WAY OUT THE RING AND TO THE BACK.) SC: WOW! Now there's how you spoil a party! The Flawless Connection vs Project Nova for the Tag Team Titles at Hard Steel!! It doesn't get any bigger than that! SJ: That's a travesty of justice! Those two idiots are just out to undermine Angel now he's in control of the show! SC: Well folks Ian Monks has been removed from power by the TFWF Board and Fallen Angel has been placed in temporary charge of the show! Plus the first huge match confirmed for Hard Steel! What a start to the night! Let's go to the ring for the first match of the evening… [HYPE VIDEO: DEPENDENCE DAY 9 RECAP COMING SOON TO DVD!] TITLE - North American Randall Dylan (c) vs Kent Clark (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD' - MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE WORDS 'BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Randall Dylan!!! SC: The big man has a point to prove tonight here Snoop and obviously as a two time Champion he knows he has a lot of people gunning for him. SJ: You mean jealous Tank who knows Dylan and Nickles are like a modern day Romeo and Juliette? SC: Thats stupid as hell. We all know Dylan has been stalking Nickles and now he has found the likes of Tank and his opponent Kent Clark aren't going to take it. JH: And his opponent... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS AN IMAGE OF MARIO RUNNING ALONG A SCREEN JUMPING IN THE AIR AND GRABBING COINS WHEN HE SMASHES THOSE BLOCKS. HE GETS HIMSELF A MUSHROOM AND GROWS REALLY BIG AS THE WORDS 'KENT "8-BIT KID" CLARK' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T.. CLARK COMES RUNNING OUT ONTO STAGE LIKE SONIC THE HEDGE HOG BEFORE BOUNDING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING PRACTICING VARIOUS STREET FIGHTER AND MORTAL KOMBAT MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California...weighing 215 pounds...'The 8-Bit Kid' Kent Clark!!! SC: The hopes and dreams of the Rumble Pack Rebel rests in his chance to walk out with the gold tonight. SJ: Randall Dylan is going to boot his head off his shoulders! SC: There is going to be a size mismatch I know...but Clark has the speed to maybe upset the big man tonight! FINISH...A great contest to start the opening to the show. Clark uses his speed and agility to get arround the bigger Dylan on occassions, but Dylan does catch him with a series of powe based moves which knock him for six. Finally, when Kent looks like he might win it all, Dylan scores the 'Dylan Driver' he is about the get the three count when Tank comes rushing down to the ringside area. The crowd cheer in excitement as Tank hits the ring, he comes in and accidentally spears Kent Clark to the ground knocking his buddy out. Dylan laughs as the referee rings for the bell and DQ's Dylan. Dylan then grabs Tank and hits the 'Dylan Driver' on him leaving the ringside area with the North American title. Winner, via DQ: Kent Clark Match Time: 11m33s Match Rating: 3 Stars (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE AARON ROBERTS IS WAITING IN THE EMT ROOM FOR SOME REASON WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN TORCH COMES BARGING IN, MAKING ORDERS AND IN NO MOOD TO PUT UP WITH ANY GUFF WHEN HE CATCHES SIGHT OF ROBERTS WHO CHEERILY WAVES TO HIS HARDCORE HAVEN STABLEMATE WITH A ROLL OF GAUZE WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND HIS INDEX FIGURE. TORCH JUST STARES AT ROBERTS LIKE HE'S SOME KIND OF STRANGE IDIOT… ANYWAY, TORCH PIPES UP.) T: Aaron… What the hell are you doing in here? (ROBERTS HOLDS UP THE HEAVILY BANDAGED APPENDAGE BEFORE HE RESPONDS.) AR: Well, isn't it obvious? It's this bloody bastard of an ingrown fingernail. (TORCH JUST STARES AT ROBERTS WITH A LOOK OF 'YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS', AND ROBERTS OF COURSE STARES RIGHT BACK, DEAD SERIOUS.) T: Ok, whatever Sally, just tell me where the med crew are, I need to get these bandages changed. Ever since that match with Hunter at DD9 my place has been packed with more bloody rags than Kirsta Lewis' locker room. AR: HAHAHAHA! Oh man, that's a good one Torchy, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait. T: What, are they bringing somebody in? AR: No. It just that I was here first. (TORCH DOES A DOUBLE TAKE AND ONCE AGAIN JUST STARES INCREDULOUSLY AT ROBERTS BEFORE HE SPEAKS.) T: Aaron, don't you know by now that EMTs tend to the most serious injuries first? AR: What're you implying? I'll have you know this ingrown fingernail is potentially life-threatening! (TORCH IS QUICKLY GETTING FED UP WITH THIS CRAP AND LETS ROBERTS KNOW ABOUT IT.) T: Alright Aaron, cut the bullshit, ok? You want people walking around here thinking you've gone soft? AR: Hey, why don't YOU cut the bullshit Torchy! Everybody knows I'm a hardcore man through and through: A hardcore, ballad-playing ROCK STAR MOTHER FUCKAAAAAHHH! (ROBERTS REALLY GETS IN TORCH'S FACE NOW, AND TORCH HAS HAD ENOUGH.) T: Do you even know what happened to Phenom at DD9? AR: Never got a chance to. The pain in my finger was so bad I passed out from it. T: You know what, fuck this, no bandage is worth puttin' up with this. AR: Alright, whatever Torchy mate, I'll catch ya later. (TORCH STORMS OFF, FLIPPING ROBERTS THE BIRD AS HE LEAVES, AND ROBERTS REPLIES THAT 'NO, IT'S IN MY INDEX FINGER, BUT THANKS ANYWAY'. HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF IN THE EMT ROOM, WONDERING WHAT TORCH'S PROBLEM IS WHEN SUDDENLY THE EMTS ENTER.) AR: Ah, well it's about bloody time. Now, what're you gonna do about my finger? EMT: Oh, sorry Mr. Roberts, we can't stop now. TaNK says he needs some more Deep Heat spray in the Civil Unrest locker room for tonight. (THE EMTS QUICKLY GET WHAT THEY NEED AND HEAD OFF, LEAVING ROBERTS ALONE IN THE EMT ROOM AGAIN, AND HE LOOKS PISSED, REMEMBERING HOW TANK EMBARRASSED HIM AT THE PPV. HE PULLS THE GAUZE OFF HIS FINGER AND THROWS IT TO THE GROUND, THEN STOMPS ON IT BEFORE HE WALKS AWAY.) (EATON GORE IS SITTING DOWN IN A DIRECTORS CHAIR WHICH SAYS "EATON GORE" HE HAS A DIRECTORS HAT ON. HE'S FACING AWAY FROM THE CAMERA TO A BLACK CURTAIN. BEHIND HIM IS MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) EG: Well, I know it's a bit early to talk to the press. I tell my crew that too. I'm running a tight ship here. We can't leak anything. But, For you, Mahoney, anything. MM: So, uh... Director Gore. How are you feeling after DD9? EG: Was a fantastic experience getting the change to fight for the world title. Albeit, I didn't win. I am well pleased with my performance. MM: Any favorite moments? EG: I say my favorite moment was the debut of one Headbutt McHaggis. A newcomer to the industry but I've been keeping a close eye on him. The kid has talent. So much talent that I would dare venture to say that if we're looking for anybody to take helm in absence of Ian Monks, it would be Headbutt McHaggis. And I am not only saying this because he has a cameo role in my upcoming movie... oops. Let the proverbial cat out of the bag there. MM: Well, then... One more question... EG: I apologize. I cannot answer that question. I have already said too much... ??: Not like anyone wants to watch your sanctimonious nincompoopery! (DORIAN WONG WALKS ONTO SCENE WITH JACK AND JILL AT BOTH SIDES. GORE JUMPS OUT OF HIS DIRECTORS CHAIR AND FOLDS IT UP LIKE A STEEL CHAIR, HE THEN TURNS TO WONG WITH IT OVER HIS SHOULDER.) DW: Don't be ludicrous. The seat of that thing is polyester. EG: Yeah, well, I'll have to swing it really really hard then! DW: My oh my. I haven't come here for a fight. I simply came here to inform you that your movie will certainly be a disastrous flop. I mean your antics are not even note worthy to the viewers at home. Let alone projected onto the silver screen. EG: Who are you kidding? There's a reason why the masses love me and hate you. I mean, face it, Epsilon was more over than Jack and Jill will EVER be. (JACK NODS IN COMPLETE AGREEMENT TO THIS. JILL GIVES HIM A SCOUR. WONG GIVES HIM A STIFF PIMP SLAP. THEN WONG AND GORE WITH A SLIGHT PAUSE AND STAREDOWN. JACK AND JILL ARE FROZEN WITH TENSION AS IS MAHONEY. WONG CUTS IT BY LAUGHING) DW: Well then. I'll just let the box office numbers speak for themselves. (WONG THEN SIMPLY WALKS OFF SCREEN. GORE DROPS HIS CHAIR GRUMBLING AND WALKING OFF SCREEN HIMSELF. THE CAMERA POINTS UP AND ZOOMS INTO JAMES ONLEE WHO IS WATCHING ON.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: More over than Jack and Jill! SJ: What a totally disrespecting comment by Gore...no wonder his movie will suck ass. SC: Did you also see James Onlee in the background. SJ: No...I was elsewhere. SC: You were sat right here! SJ: Thats what you think... SC: (ignoring Snoop) Well the Civil Unrest and POW war continues right here as Seth Black and Tank square off... Tank vs Seth Black (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'MY OWN SUMMER' - DEFTONES PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. THE CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION BLACK HAS CAUSED IS HIGHLIGHTED ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE WORDS 'SETH BLACK' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 225 pounds...Seth Black!!! SC: Well he has been calling himself the 'Voice of the POW' recently and his voice has certainly been getting the likes of James Matthews in trouble. SJ: The POW is a unit which is here to stop rebellion...and I just think someone like Matthews needs to start pulling his weight a little more. SC: They treat him like crap! JH: And his opponent... *'GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. IMAGES OF A TANK BULLDOZING ITS WAY THROUGH A WALL IS SHOWN MIXED IN WITH SHOTS OF TANK BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF A HEAVY BAG IN THE GYM. TANK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SLAMS HIS FISTS INTO THE METAL GROUND BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Fayetteville, Arkansas...weighing 276 pounds... Tank!!! SC: The Unrest Enforcer is here and means business! SJ: Seth Black can out think Tank any day of the week. Tank Smash...more like Tank sucks! Ha ha ha! SC: That was terrible... FINISH...Tank crouches still sore from his injuries earlier and last week. The bell rings again, he spears Black, lifts him up and hits the 'Black Top' he covers him for the three before the referee can even get into a stance to start the match. Winner, via pinfall: Tank Match Time: 6s Match Rating: 2.5 Stars Tank stands over Black and he can be seen mouthing the words 'send a message to Randall Dylan'. APB runs out to the ring pulling Black out and waking him up with smelling salts as Tank smiles knowing that he has sent the message. [MAYHEM MOMENT: Tank accidentally spears Clark meaning Clark wins the match, but Dylan retains the title.] (THE CAMERA OPENS UP BACKSTAGE ON A CLOSE UP OF APB AND SLOWLY PANS OUT AS THE AUDIENCE IN THE ARENA LET OUT THEIR DISSAPPROVAL OF ISSUING OF CAMERA TIME. APB IS STANDING IN FRONT OF A CHALK BOARD WITH A BUNCH OF NOTES AND SCRIBBLINGS ON IT, AND AS THE CAMERA CONTINUES TO PAN, WE SEE THAT BEFORE HIM ARE THE REST OF THE P.O.W..) APB: Gentlemen, I can't seem to put in to words the disappointment I find myself feeling after our atrocious showing in the rumble match, especially from you Matthews. (MATTHEWS IS SHOCKED AT BEING SINGLED OUT.) JM: As I recall, "Sarge", you didn't win either. APB: Sarge…I like that, but either way. SB: (holding smelling salts under his nose)Shit, James, you were probably too busy getting your ass handed to you by Phenom to win the thing anyway. RD: Oh yeah, that loss totally dropped my moral for the rumble. I just lost all will to win it after that one. When will the disappointments end, James? (JAMES GETS ANOTHER TRADEMARK WTF LOOK ON HIS FACE AS HE LISTENS TO HIS TEAM MATES BANTER.) APB: That's it! Matthews, you're brining the Bartsch down, here. You're going on a special "Team Motivation Mission" or a "TMM" for short. JM: Sort of like a black op? APB: Well, since it's you, it's more like a light green op. SB: He should have to change in the hall too, APB. His negativity makes me not even want to change. APB: Indeed, James…in the hall, make sure that pesky Mahoney doesn't get in here too while you're at it. (JAMES LOOKS AT THE REST OF HIS GROUP AND SHAKES HIS HEAD AS HE LEAVES, MUTTERING SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH.) (CUT TO THE ACTION BACKSTAGE AS MAHONEY MCMILLAN IS STANDING BY WITH THE CAREER KILLERS' TAG TEAM SPECIALISTS AND CURRENT TFWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, PROJECT NOVA. MASSIVE BOOS CAN BE HEARD THROUGHOUT THE ARENA AS JAYDEN KNIGHT LOOKS TO BE POSING FOR THE CAMERA WITH THE STOIC "MACHINE" STANDING STILL, SNEERING. MAC HOLDS THE MIC STEADY IN FRONT OF HIM BEFORE GETTING HIS CUE.) MM: Okay guys, so obviously, you two must have heard about the challenge laid down by the Flawless Connection at Hard Steel. They want those titles, and they can't wait any longer. (JAYDEN SCOFFS, LOOKING OVER AT MANNY BEFORE GRABBING THE MIC FROM MAC'S HAND. MAC GOES TO REACH BACK FOR IT AS JAYDEN POKES HIM IN THE EYE, WITH MANNY SHOVING HIM OUT OF FRAME.) JK: Listen up, bitches - you want our titles, you're more than welcome to try and take 'em from us. But hey, if you wanna get humiliated… AGAIN… if front of the whole, entire world, well, hell - who are we to say no to that? So I tell you what, you got your fuckin' match at Hard Steel, but considering Angel's in charge in the moment, we took the liberty of changing one tiny, minor detail. At Hard Steel, 2008 - it'll be the Flawless Connection and Project Nova for the TFWF Tag team titles… in a HELL IN A CELL MATCH! (THE CROWD ERUPTS AT THIS ANNOUNCEMENT AS JAYDEN ROLLS HIS EYES AT THE SOUND OF THE AUDIENCE CHEERING.) JK: The first time ever in TFWF, since Manny and me over here feel like making history again. A tag team affair within the confines of a steel cell -- goddamn, I'm brilliant. So check it, you want us? You got us. See you there, boys. (JAYDEN SMIRKS AT THE CAMERA AND TOSSES THE MIC OFF-SCREEN AS MCMILLAN RETURNS, MICROPHONE IN HAND. HE CAUTIOUSLY MAKES HIS WAY BACK ON-CAMERA AS MANNY GLARES AT HIM, WITH JAYDEN CONTINUING TO TAUNT THE FANS AND THE CAMERA.) MM: And uh… it's official! At TFWF Hard Steel 2008, the tag titles will be on the line in a "Hell in a Cell" match, the first tag-match of its kind in TFWF history! (RINGSIDE.) SC: There you have it folks! First time in the history of the T.F.W.F. a Tag Team match in the Hell of the Cell for the Tag Team titles. Unbelivable! And it will headline Hard Steel 2008 where this rivalry should reach its dramatic conclusion. SJ: There is no place more dangerous than the HITC, Scoop, so it will be decided which team is the best of all time and I am saying Project Nova. SC: Well speaking of teams, two teams up next ready to knock your socks off! Georgie Nickles/Exile vs Jose Ramon/Kirsta Lewis (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Jose Ramon!!! SC: This guy makes me sick. SJ: RAMONG!!!!! SC: Will you sit down! JH: And his partner... *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL 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. European Champion...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: An this vomit enducing vixen is no better Snoop. SJ: Look at those boobs! Man I am so hot for Kirsta! SC: Jesus, whats wrong with you tonight! JH: And their opponents... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. MICHAEL WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAHGE FOLLOWED BY GEORGIE NICKLES. NICKLES BOWS HER HEAD AND THEN THROWS IT BACK AS PYROS EXPLODE IN BLUE AROUND HER. THE T.A.T. FILLS UP WITH 'A REBEL FOR THE CAUSE' FLYING ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making her way towards the ring accompanied by Michael…from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 137 pounds…Georgie Nickles!!! SC: They are talking about a potential historical moment Nickles and Lewis locking up for a male dominated title at some stage talk about taking it to the next extreme. SJ: LET'S BURN SOME BRAS! SC: What? SJ: BOOBS! SC: I think your having a pleasure overload. JH: And her partner... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...Exile!!! SC: GQ SMOOTH is in the house here comes Exile and he wants a piece of Jose Ramon right here and now! SJ: Jose doesn't need to lower himself to fight this Imposteramon! SC: You have to be kidding me... FINISH...Civil Unrest share a high five as Ramon tries to with Kirsta, but she just scoffs in his face. The match starts with Lewis and Ramon dominating proceedings however, with Exile, looking a bit off his game a lot of the pressure falls on Georgie Nickles who does a tremendous job of keeping the wolves at bay. In the finish though, Ramon hits a plancha on Nickles on the outside as he tries to deal with it, Kirsta hits a 'HBE' to the back of Exile's head she then grabs him and hits a bridged German suplex pin for the win and Michael is powerless to stop it on the outside. Winners, via pinfall: Kirsta Lewis & Jose Ramon Match Time: 10m45s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match the 'TCK Security' lead by LAO storm the ringside area. They look ready to fight as Michael pulls Georgie away kicking and screaming through the crowd. They decimate Exile in the ring with Kirsta Lewis standing there laughing at Georgie Nickles as her friend is battered. Ramon gets some quick kicks in as well, but when LAO snarls at him he realizes he isn't part of the arrangement and high tails it up the ramp. SC: Unbelivalbe scenes here tonight the TCK are putting together a damn injury list of stars with Lewis sending a message to Nickles with the beat down on Exile moments ago. SJ: Maybe now Nickles will know who is Queen Bee! (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks and up next the debut of the man known as Brandon Watkins...AWR star I might add. SJ: Watkins has been around the block of federations, but heres his chance to be on the biggest stage of them all. Brandon Watkins vs James Matthews (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THE BEGINNING' - A.F.I. PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A FUTURISTIC MODEL WORLD IS SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. COUPLED WITH THE DESTRUCTION WRESTLING MOVES OF JAMES MATTHEWS...THE WORDS 'THE FUTURE HAS HIT THE FAN' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. MATTHEWS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE OBSERVING THE CROWD. HE FLASHES A DOUBLE BICEP POSE AND WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing 257 pounds...James 'The Future' Matthews!!! SC: How do you think Matthews is going to react to motivational team building APB suggested. SJ: APB is a hell of a leader Scoop...Matthews knows he is the man. JH: And his opponent... *'GHOST OF YOU' - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE PLAYS* (NEW WRESTLER REACTION. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH THE IMAGES OF THE MAN KNOWN AS BRANDON WATKINS IN A LOT OF SKATER TYPE POSES. HE COMES OUT WITH BLUE PYROS FLYING AROUND AND WALKS TO THE RING MAKING A DOUBLE DEVIL HORN SIGN WITH HIS HANDS AND FINGERS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Phoenix, Arizona...weighing 235 pounds...Brandon Watkins!!! SC: We talked about the level of experience this man has had in the indies and smaller federations can he bring it to the big show tonight? SJ: Well he is facing James Matthews...one of the bright stars of this federation. FINISH...A really nice match between the two sees early dominance from Matthews using his power only for Watkins to swing the match back his way with a few moves catching Matthews off of guard. All of a sudden Seth Black comes down to the ring and seemingly wants to help Matthews, but the interference of Black leads to Watkins gaining the advantage and nailing the 'Spot Light' he covers Matthews for the three count. Winner, via pinfall: Brandon Watkins Match Time: 9m30s Match Rating: 3 Stars Watkins gives Black a cheeky thumbs up before leaping over the top rope and celebrating his win. Black shakes his head at Matthews in the ring. APB appears on the ramp and comes down to see whats going on. APB: Jesus Christ...Matthews what the hell are you doing? Matthews has his WTF look on his face showing that Black effectively cost him the match. APB shakes his head. APB: Seth helped you! You BLEW IT! Matthews gets to his feet very angry looking. All of a sudden he grabs Black around the throat and chokeslams him to the mat! SJ: WHAT THE HELL! SC: JAMES MATTHEWS HAS MADE A STATEMENT! Matthews stalks APB, who puts his fists up old fashioned like and then bails out of the ring, leaving Black twitching on the mat. (ONCE AGAIN THE CAMERA OPENS UP BACKSTAGE, YET THIS TIME IT'S ON A RECENTLY VICTORIOUS SANDY MAKEL, ALONGSIDE MAHONEY MACMILLIAN.) MAC: Sandy Makel, after a year out of action, can we get your thoughts on how you did at Dependence Day 9? SM: Mac, I don't think you can get any better than total victory over the guy who slashed your neck wide open, do you? But that victory has left me with a taste for something I've been lacking for that year I spent rehabbing. TFWF gold. (ALL OF THE SUDDEN DORIAN WONG SAUNTERS INTO THE SHOT HOLDING HIS I.C. TITLE BELT. WONG MOVES THE MICROPHONE IN MAC'S HAND, BUT BEFORE HE CAN GET A WORD OUT, MAKEL MOVES IT BACK IN FRONT OF HIM.) SM: Spare me the rant, clown. I've heard all the do's and don'ts from idiots like you before, I really don't need to go down that road again. I know exactly what it takes to hold that belt you've got, and I think I want to do so once more. (WONG NODS HIS HEAD AT MAKEL'S INTENTIONS FOR HIS BELT, AND MOVES THE MICROPHON HOLDING HAND OF MAC BACK IN FRONT OF HIM, BUT AGAIN, JUST BEFORE THE PHILOSOPHER KING CAN GET A SOUND OUT ANOTHER HAND PULLS THE MICROPHONE AWAY. THIS TIME IT'S JONNAH STREET WHO HAS BARGED ONTO THE SCENE.) JS: Look, Wong. I see it like this. We've got Sandy Makel, Eaton Gore, and that creepy fuck hanging out back there in the shadows waiting for a child to touch… (THE CAMERA PANS AROUND TO SHOW JAMES ONLEE WAITING, AND LISTENING IN THE SHADOWS. THE CROWD LAUGH AT JONNAH'S COMMENT ABOUT THE REVEREND AS THE CAMERA PANS BACK AROUND.) JS: And you've got the House, Jonnah Street all gunning for that shiny piece of gold around your shoulder, and by my count, that makes five you freaky clown fuck. So maybe, just maybe, you should put that belt on the line in a five person ladder match at Hard Steel. If you're little painted clown balls are up for it anyway. (WONG GRABS THE MIC AND PLACES IT FORCEFULLY IN FRONT OF HIMSELF.) DW: Where do you get off, boy?! There is no law in the T.F.W.F. and as long as that is so, there isn't a person in this company that will try and con me in to any sort of unfavorable match for this belt I hold. (WONG THEN WALKS OFF, LOOKING SLIGHTLY CONCERNED OVER THE FUTURE OF HIS BELT. SECONDS LATER, TREMERE WALKS INTO THE SHOT.) TR: What did I miss? (NO ONE SAYS A WORD TO HIM. MAKEL WALKS OFF WHEN TREMERE TURNS TO HIM, AND THEN JONNAH DOES THE SAME, BUT WITH A BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE AS HE GOES. TREMERE TURNS TO THE LAST PERSON THERE, WHICH IS ONLEE. TREM WALKS FACE TO FACE WITH JAMES AND PUNCHES THE WALL JUST BEHIND HIS HEAD.) TR: I'm going to fuck your perverted little religious world up tonight…AGAIN. (JAMES JUST STARES AT TREMERE, WHO REMOVES HIS FIST FROM THE WALL. SECONDS PASS, AND THEN JAMES MERELY BEGINS TO LAUGH INSANELY AND WALKS AWAY LEAVING TREMERE SEETHING.) (WE CUT TO A SHOT OF THE CIVIL UNREST LOCKER ROOM WHERE EXILE IS CURRENTLY GETTING TREATMENT AFTER THEMATCH. SUDDENLY, THE DOOR FLIES OPEN AND WE SEE A RATHER LARGE SECURITY FLANKED BY POLICE WITH A DOCUMENT IN HIS HAND.) SG: Are you Exile? E: …no. SG: Mr. Exile, sir - you're under a court order from a case with a Mr. Jose Ramon, and must change your clothes immediately. E: Is this a joke? SG: No joke. Now, please comply with the order and ch- E: Fuck off, Big Boss Man, I'm not changing out of anything. SG: Very well, then. Officers? (IMMEDIATELY, THE POLICEMEN SURROUNDING THE GUARD SWARM AFTER EXILE, FORCEFULLY PUTTING HIM DOWN AND SNAPPING THE HANDCUFFS AROUND HIS WRISTS. WE HEAR EXILE SCREAMING AS HE'S LED OFF BY THE POLICE IN NO CONDITION TO FIGHT BACK AFTER THE BEAT DOWN POST MATCH HE HAS…) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The state of the Intercontinental title seems up in the air and what a terrible night for Exile. Beat down to near unconscious state in the ring after the match, the guy getting some treatment backstage and Ramon pulls some of his crap. SJ: It was bad enough when he was in the ring earlier trying to copy the unique move set and style of Ramon...but changing back into clothes Jose is known for...RIDICULOUS! SC: Those are Exile's clothes! SJ: RIDICULOUS! Mr. Tourettes vs APB (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. 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: Mr. POW it is APB and he will take a lot of pleasure into beating up a young newcomer tonight. SJ: He doesn't beat them up he teaches them the ways of the business. SC: He is a damn bully and you know it! JH: And his opponent... *'SMOOTH CRIMINAL' - ALIEN ANT FARM PLAYS* (NEW WRESTLER REACTION. 'BEEPED OUT EXPLETIVE SOUNDS' CAN BE HEARD IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE MUSIC AS IMAGES OF THE WORDS FLY UP ON THE T.A.T.. TOURETTES WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SCREAMS A LITTLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania...weighing 245 pounds...Mr. Tourettes!!! SJ: Whats he do then? SC: Clues in the name Snoop. SJ: SON OF A TUC! FINISH...Tourettes and Bartsch go back and forth for a lot of the match. APB tries to school the new guy, but Mr. T is having none of it with his quick moves and devastating counters. APB finally seems to have advantage hitting the 'APB' onto Mr. T. He is about to go for the pin when he sees James Matthews making his way down the ramp. APB thinks better off it and bails through the crowd as Mr. T. picks up the countout win. Winner, via countout: Mr. Tourettes Match Time: 8m44s Match Rating: 3 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks and it might be fair to say APB is not overly confident now James Matthews made a very clear statement on his feelings towards the POW. SJ: Matthews turned on Black and effectively took him out of action, that to me is whats wrong with this whole situation. POW was trying to give a loser like Matthews a home for Christ's sake. Eaton Gore vs Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds… Phenom!!! SC: This ungrateful bastard Phenom turned on all the Haven at DD9. SJ: Personally, I think it was time he branched out alone. The likes of Torch and Tremere have been holding him back for sometime. JH: And his opponent... *'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…Eaton Gore!!! SC: Mr. Director Eaton Gore has a movie to make! SJ: RainMan two? SC: Will you stop! FINISH...One of the matches of the night as Gore and Phenom trade back and forth a real amazing match to be honest with you. Phenom fresh off his turn at the rumble looks vicious as hell as he out fights Gore through a lot of the match with his power advanatge, but Gore is not to be out done and fights back harder. He eventually seizes advantage when the T.A.T. comes to life with Torch's entrance music...Gore then forks Phenom in the eye without the ref seeing hitting the 'Fork You' and grabbing an impressive pin for the win. Winner, via pinfall: Eaton Gore Match Time: 13m50s Match Rating: 4 Stars (KIRSTA LEWIS BACKSTAGE WALKING ALONG AND MINDING HER OWN BUISINESS. AS SHE CONTINUES TO GO FORWARD SHE NOTICES ON THE LEFT OF HER THERE IS A 'GEORGIE NICKLES' POSTER. ON VIEWING THIS SHE SHORT OF LIFTS HER UPPER LIP WITH A DISDAINFUL GRIN. SHOWCASING HER CANINES. COINCIDENTALLY THE DISTRACTION CAUSES HER TO BUMP INTO THE REAL THING WHO IS GOING TO OTHER. SHE TURNS AROUND. NOT A WORD IS SAID BETWEEN THE TWO. SIMPLY A PAUSE. AS THEY STARE DEEPLY AND HATEFULLY AT EACH OTHER. AND IT STARTS WITH A MUTUAL PUNCH TO THE FACE. BOTH WITH A BONE CRUCHING SMASH. THE FIGHT CONTINUES AS THE TWO BEGIN TO LAY LEFTS AND RIGHTS ONTO EACH OTHER. HAIR PULLING THROWING EACH OTHER TO THE WALLS. SCREAMING. BLOOD AND SWEAT FLIES TO THE WALLS. AS THE TWO CONTINUE TO BRAWL DOWN THE HALLWAY. KNOCKING EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY. GEORGIE GETS THE QUICK ADVANTAGE SLAMMING KIRSTA'S HEAD ONTO A PRODUCTION TABLE. THEN BRINGING HER OVER TO A NO SMOKING SIGN. SHE GRABS KIRSTA BY THE HAIR TO SLAM HER INTO IT BUT KIRSTA GETS A KICK TO THE GUT. SHE THEN KNOCKS GEORGIE DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE. SHE THEN BEGINS TO WHALE ON GEORGIE ON THE GROUND. GOOD LUCK FOR GEORGIE AS ALLY ROADBLOCK WALKS ONTO THE SCENE. KIRSTA IS HITTING SOME STIFF PUNCHES TO THE FACE HER HAIR HANGING DOWN MESSILY OVER HER FACE.) RB: Yeah...hah! This is what I'm talking about! (WITH THE DISTRACTION GEORGIE TOSSES KIRSTA BACK WITH A MONKEY TOSS MAKING HER LAND HARD ONTO THE CONCRETE. SHE JUMPS TO HER FEET AND GETS A STIFF KICK TO ROAD BLOCKS BALLS. SO HARD HE FALLS TO THE GROUND.) GN: YOU AREN'T HELPING! (KRISTA IS UP THEN GETS A BITCH KICK TO THE BACK OF GEORGIE'S HEAD. GEORGIE IS OUT COLD. KIRSTA THEN GETS SOME VISCIOUS STOMPS TO GEORGIE'S SIDE. NOW, EVEN THE SICKEST OF PERVERTS CAN NO LONGER CALL THIS A CAT FIGHT AFTER THE BRUTAL BEATING LEWIS ADMONISHES ONTO NICKLES. SO MANY STOMPS THAT GEORGIE BEGINS TO COUGH AND WEEZE... BLOOD. LEWIS WIPES THE HAIR OUT OF HER FACE TO REVEAL A PREDATORY SMILE. SHE THEN BENDS HER KNEES AND SPITS ON THE LYING, BLOODIED, GEORGIE NICKLES.) KL: There is only one queen bee around here and it's me, Georgie. So get in line. Flee ridden tramp. Should have put you out of your misery a long time ago! (KIRSTA STROLLS OF THE SCENE IN A VERY HIGH ABOUT HERSELF MANNER. THE CAMERA PANS DOWN TO SEE NICKLES LYING ON THE FLOOR WITH HER HEAD DOWN AND HER HAIR COVERING WITH HEAVY SPLOTCHES OF MUCAS AND BLOOD MIXED IN.) [HYPE VIDEO: HARD STEEL 2008 'PROJECT NOVA VS. THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES - HELL IN THE CELL'] (RINGSIDE.) SJ: THAT WAS FUCKING HOT! SC: Lewis and Nickles doing more for Snoops sex life than a truck load of viagra folks...up next to hopefully lower his blood pressure and up the blood and violence...we have an absolute treat. James Onlee vs. Tremere... James Onlee vs Tremere (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES' RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: I didn't think this guy could get anymore creepy till tonight. SJ: How dare you speak of our Reverend like that! JH: And his opponent... *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE WORDS 'HARDCORE ICON' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T. ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF HIS MOST BRUTAL MATCHES. TREMERE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY BOWED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 255 pounds… Tremere!!! SC: With the thoughts of Phenom's betrayal ringing in his ears...Tremere must make a stand for the Haven tonight. SJ: Onlee is going to cripple him! FINISH...Just like old times these two men go at it like bulls in a china shop. Tremere takes the high road and before we know it we could be going into a hardcore feud as a game of can you top this move begins. Both men push each other to the very limit, but its Tremere who's 'Heavens Exile' allows him to stop Onlee and grab a three count before the Reverend gets his shoulders up. Winner, via pinfall: Tremere Match Time: 12m55s Match Rating: 4 Stars (THE ACTION CUTS TO BACKSTAGE WHERE FALLEN ANGEL IS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLAN. MAC CUTS STRAIGHT TO THE POINT AS ANGEL STANDS SMIRKING, THE WORLD TITLE BELT ON HIS SHOULDER.) MM: Angel, we all just saw your effective coup on Ian Monks and according to you, you now have complete control over Monday Night Mayhem. Angel, what the people want to know is, who authorised this power? FA: The fact of the matter is Mac, Monks couldn't do the job anymore and the TFWF Board recognised that fact. I'm in temporary control until the Board appoint someone full time to run the show. Monks is simply enjoying a well earned vacation. MM: But you had him escorted from the building, it didn't seem very friendly out there at the top of the show. (ANGEL EYES MAHONEY THREATENINGLY FOR A MOMENT BEFORE REPLYING.) FA: I don't want to focus on that. Business is business, Monks knows that. What I do want to focus on is the fact that until the TFWF Board put someone in power I'm in complete control and can do whatever I want…like this… (ANGEL NAILS MAHONEY WITH THE WORLD TITLE BELT KNOCKING HIM DOWN TO THE FLOOR AND OUT COLD. ANGEL KICKS AWAY AT MAHONEY'S HEAD BEFORE KNEELING DOWN NEXT TO HIM AND PULLING HIS HEAD BACK BY HIS HAIR. MAC IS BUSTED OPEN FROM THE BELT SHOT AND BLOOD DRIPS FROM HIS HEAD AND ONTO THE FLOOR. ANGEL SMILES BEFORE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT THE VIEWING AUDIENCE AT HOME.) FA: TFWF take notice. This is just a glimpse of things to come. The Career Killers make the rules and if you break them…we'll break you…welcome to hell TFWF! (ANGEL LAUGHS BEFORE SHOVING THE BLOOD MAHONEY DOWN AND WALKING AWAY AND OUT OF SHOT.) (ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Someone get security back there! That son of a bitch has gone mad! SJ: Ha ha ha! [MAYHEM MOMENT: IC TITLE MATCH IS IT ON OR NOT???] (RINGSIDE.) SC: A lot of folks looking to fight Wong for that Intercontinental title. SJ: And Wong is so smart he could probably take all of them...without makeup! SC: Ummm thanks for that...up next its a 6 man Main Event! Sebastian Cross/The Flawless Connection vs Fallen Angel/Project Nova (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (BIG ASS 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 the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…Project Nova!!! SC: Some are calling them the greatest team in T.F.W.F. history and as four time Champions it might be hard to argue. SJ: Never argue that! JH: And their partner... *'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…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Fallen Angel!!! SC: Well right now he is the man of the moment, but theres an entire roster who will put him to the test Snoop. SJ: A test he will pass with flying colours. JH: And their opponents... *'TRIUMPH' - THE WU-TANG CLAN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. COMES TO LIFE WITH HIGHLIGHTS OF SOME OF THE DEVASTATING MOVES PERFORMED BY THE MEMBERS OF THE TEAM. MIKE MITCHELL AND RHYS PECT THEN WALK OUT TO DIFFERENT SIDES OF THE STAGE WAY HYPING UP FANS BEFORE COCKILY STRUTTING DOWN THE RAMPWAY AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 432 pounds…Rhys Pect…Mike Mitchell…The Flawless Connection!!! SC: WHEN YOU WANNA TALK GREATEST TAG TEAMS! SJ: (interupting) Keep talking about the Novas! Woooooo! JH: And their partner... *'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (BIG ASS BABY FACE 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…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: He might not have the strap, but he is the people's Champion Snoop. SJ: Dumbass fucking people... FINISH...A great main event as TCK look totally like they are in tune with one another, unfortunately despite the efforts of Mitchell in particular and Cross, its Rhys Pect who is the problem for his team never looking like he turned up to the match he gets a beat down pretty much anytime he is in the ring. Angel scores a great double clothesline knocking Mitchell and Cross off the apron and its the 'Star Destroyer' on the prone Pect which leads to the three count win for the TCK. Winners, via pinfall: TCK Match Time: 10m30s Match Rating: 3 Stars As the match finishes the 'TCK Security' lead by LAO comes out to the ring, but this time Mitchell and Cross battle them back as TCK watch on. Pect rolls out of the ring as Mitchell tries to help him up the match. Angel smiles as he mouths the words 'You can't stop us' at the heroes as the show goes off the air. (END SHOW.)