DATE : Mon 29th September 2008 Monday Mayhem - from Montreal, Canada - Centre Bell
[FLASHBACK: THE WILL HE WON'T HE MOMENT FOR MAKEL CASHING IN HIS 'GOLDEN TICKET' FROM LAST WEEK IS HIGHLIGHTED AS WELL AS A BIG WIN FOR SANDY, ANGEL AND THE NOVAS IN THE MAIN EVENT.] *'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS* (THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "MITCHELL OR TREMERE 08'???" "I AM TAKING SANDY TO VEGAS" AND "SAVAGE YOUTH IS MY HERO". 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 sold out Centre Bell arena here in downtown Montreal, Canada. The TFWF is north of the border tonight and after the headline grabbing events of last week… SJ: Ha! You mean like when Fallen Angel bitch slapped you unconscious at the end of the show? SC: Look, we spoke about this off air…I don’t want to talk about that…you said you wouldn’t bring it up in the intro. SJ: I lied. That was one of the greatest things I have ever seen in all my years calling TFWF action. The look of terror on your face when Angel dragged you into the ring! Priceless! SC: I can tell you it was one of the most frightening experiences of my life and my jaw is still incredibly painful. However this isn’t about me, tonight we’re in Canada and what better Main Event match to have than Canada’s own Mike Mitchell taking on the Hardcore Icon Tremere? SJ: Last week they both tried to stake a claim as the leader of any charge against TCK. This week they’ll beat the hell out of each other thanks to Fallen Angel booking them in this match! He beat your ass and he sets his enemies against each other, I love it! SC: There’s no doubt Angel has always got a plan in mind and I’d prefer if we didn’t mention last week again. SJ: Alright then, how about we mention how awesome it was to see Jose Ramon finally expose Exile for the cheating dirt bag he really is? SC: I don’t think that’s quite what happened last week. What I do know is tonight they will clash in tag team action as Exile and Torch team up to take on Ramon and Phenom. SJ: You’ve got two of the most intense and personal rivalries in all of wrestling today in that match. It’s going to get wild and it’s going to get bloody quick! SC: We’ve got two title matches tonight, let’s look at the European Title match as Kirsta Lewis defends against Eaton Gore. SJ: What’s there too look at? Kirsta is The Killer Queen. She’s been knocking people out left, right and centre for months now. Gore? He’s a damn joke and Kirsta will prove that tonight! SC: Last week we saw the Civil Unrest duo of Georgie Nickles and Brandon Watkins lay down the challenge to Project Nova. They want a shot at the gold to prove their worth here in the TFWF, tonight Watkins goes one on one with one half of Project Nova, Jayden Knight. SJ: The phrase, “out of his depth” springs to mind when I think about this match up. Knight is a legend in the making. Watkins? He thinks he’s been in matches before, but this is going to be completely different. Knight is TCK’s poster boy and he’ll show why tonight when he kicks Watkins head off! SC: There’s more championship action as the North American Title is on the line as Randal Dylan defends against Aaron Roberts and Civil Unrest’s own, Kent Clark! SJ: This match I’m looking forward to, simply because Roberts and Dylan will beat the snot out of that little idiot Clark! I know Roberts is a superstar and he’s my pick to walk away with the Title tonight. SC: Two new comers to the TFWF have their second matches tonight as Legion takes on Seth Black and Torin Justice faces James Matthews. SJ: Legion is another one who thinks he can waltz in here and demand a Tag Title shot with his partner Black Death. He’s going to see why Seth Black is the new co-leader of POW and why Seth always walks out the winner. As for Justice and Matthews? Ha, they’re both losers in my book and my book is the only one that counts! SC: Well folks as you can see we’ve got a fantastic card lined up for tonight and I just want to say that after last week and what happened to me, it’ll be nice to just call a wrestling show without any… *COCHISE BY AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (MONSTER, EARTH SHAKING CROWD HEAT. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH FALLEN ANGEL’S ENTRANCE VIDEO AND AFTER A FEW MOMENTS THE MAN HIMSELF STRIDES OUT ONTO THE RAMP. HE IS DRESSED IN A BLUE DESIGNER SHIRT, BLACK TROUSERS AND DRESS SHOES. HE SNEERS AT THE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) SC: Oh no… SJ: Looks like you spoke to soon Scoop! He’s staring a hole right through you. SC: I know… (ANGEL IS IN THE RING AS THE CROWD SHOWER HIM WITH ABUSE. HE HAS A MIC IN HAND AND DOESN’T WAIT LONG TO ADDRESS THE GATHERED MASSES.) FA: Scoop…if you’d like to step into the ring…I’ve got something to say about what happened last week… (THE CROWD BOO AS THEY REMEMBER ANGEL’S VICIOUS BEATING OF SCOOP. HE LOOKS VERY WORRIED FROM RINGSIDE BUT EVENTUALLY GETS UP AND CLIMBS INTO THE RING. HE IS BACKED INTO A CORNER AND LOOKING TERRIFIED AS ANGEL STANDS IN FRONT OF HIM.) FA: Thank you Scoop…I just wanted to say…well…I just felt that after what happened last week…after what I did to you…that I should come out here and say this… (THE TONE IN ANGEL’S VOICE IS EXTREMELY APOLOGETIC AND SCOOP VISIBLY RELAXES AND MOVES OUT OF THE CORNER SLIGHTLY.) FA: You disgust me you cowardly piece of shit! (THE CROWD HEAT IS MASSIVE AS ANGEL LUNGES AT SCOOP AND TOWERS OVER THE FRIGHTENED ANNOUNCER.) FA: I have never seen someone so pathetic…someone so weak..someone so disgraceful as you last week…it was shocking how much you begged…cried and pleaded for me to stop hitting you…you call yourself a man? You aren’t a man Scoop…you’re a God damn pussy! (MORE HUGE CROWD HEAT. ANGEL SNEERS AND TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO THE CROWD.) FA: And you people can shut the hell up. You’re just as bad as this snivelling wreck here. Last week Sandy Makel made a giant mistake. He should have cashed in his Golden Ticket as soon as he could, because now I will take back my World Title at Autumn Annihilation and then…well then Mr Makel you have no chance in hell of EVER becoming World Champion…and as for that scarred up freak Sebastian Cross…the man who I sent back behind his mask and back into the dark corners of his own mind…all I will say is… *ANEMA – TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MONSTER CROWD POP! THE FANS NEAR BLOW THE ROOF OFF THE ARENA AS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION EMERGES FROM THE BACK WITH THE WORLD TITLE BELT AROUND HIS WAIST. HE STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS THE CROWD GO NUTS. HE HAS A MIC IN HAND AND AS THE CROWD DIES DOWN HE RAISES IT UP TO SPEAK.) SC: Oh how the mighty have fallen. Look at you Angel, you pathetic piece of trash. (THE CROWD ROAR THEIR APPROVAL AS ANGEL LOOKS FURIOUS INSIDE THE RING.) SC: You come out here and push around and bully an announcer! Wow, now that’s true power, that’s how a Champion should act! I knew you were an insecure, pathetic child, but damn it Angel do you have to come out here and show the world as well? (THE CROWD POP HUGE AGAIN AS CROSS SMIRKS AND ADJUSTS HIS MASK SLIGHTLY BEFORE CONTINUING ON.) SC: In fact watching you out here tonight and with what happened last week I’ve had my eyes opened. You know, for the first time in a long time, you are the man to worry about Angel. You aren’t the real threat to me and my World Title anymore. I mean you’ve done your worst, you’ve tried to burn my face off and yet here I am, World Champion and there you are, pushing around announcers and crying like a little bitch! (ANOTHER HUGE CROWD POP IN AGREEMENT WITH SEBASTIAN CROSS.) SC: The fact of the matter is there is only one person to watch around here and that man is Sandy Makel. (HUGE CROWD HEAT FOR THE MENTION OF THE GOLDEN TICKET HOLDER.) SC: Makel is the man Angel, I know it and you know it. You might have your rematch at AA9 but everyone knows you can’t beat me. You tried to break me down, you tortured me, you tried to destroy my belief in myself and you put me back behind this mask. But you couldn’t pin me and you lost your World Title to me. So as far as I’m concerned, I’ve only got one man to worry about and that’s Sandy Makel! (THE CROWD ARE LOVING IT AS ANGEL FREAKS OUT IN THE RING. HE IS BACK ON THE MIC QUICKLY.) FA: You jumped up little shit, who the hell do you think you are? AA9 is going to be different from Hard Steel Cross, you can trust me on that. SC: Speaking of AA9, I’ve decided to give you the chance of a lifetime Angel. I’m giving you one week to decide on just what kind of match I’m going to beat you in at AA9. It’s your call Angel, I’ve got more important things to worry about. FA: That’s the biggest mistake you’ll ever make Cross. SC: No Angel, the biggest mistake I ever made was thinking you were a threat. I’ve got Sandy Makel to worry about, you’re yesterday’s news. One week Angel, you better make it worthwhile! (THE CROWD POP HUGE AS CROSS WALKS TO THE BACK WHILE FALLEN ANGEL IS LEFT LOOKING RED FACED AND FURIOUS IN THE RING. SCOOP HAS MADE IT BACK TO THE ANNOUNCE POSITION DURING THE VERBAL EXCHANGE BETWEEN CROSS AND FALLEN ANGEL.) SC: Thank God for Sebastian Cross. SJ: What? He might’ve saved your ass from Angel but he’s a damn son of a bitch. How dare he come out here and talk to Fallen Angel like that? SC: He’s the World Champion and he’s got a point, Sandy Makel holds all the cards in this situation. SJ: Yeah well, Cross gave Angel a week to decide on their match at AA9 and that wasn’t not a smart move. SC: It could be over confidence or it could be a mind game but whatever the reason Cross, Fallen Angel and Sandy Makel are on a collision course one way or another. Ok folks, let’s take it to the ring for the first match of the night! [HYPE VIDEO: AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9, HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS...] James Matthews vs Torin Justice (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THE BEGINNING' - A.F.I. PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. 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: Some would say there was almost a mugging at Hard Steel 2008 when Matthews failed to walk out a winner at the PPV thanks to Ness and his intereference. SJ: P.O.W. is the place to be Scoop...what has James Matthews got going for him...he claims to be the future...well the T.F.W.F. will always need people sucker enough to keep on losing! JH: And his opponent... *'PASSIVE' - A PERFECT CIRCLE PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. TORIN JUSTICE WALKS ONTO THE RAMP AND LOOKS AROUND WITH A MENACING GRIN ON HIS FACE BEFORE GOING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New Orleans, Louisianna...weighing 230 pounds...Torin Justice!!! SC: He got the big W on his debut over Torch and now he stands here a man very focused on going 2-0. SJ: Hell, I will do a 'futuristic' prediction for Matthews...lie on your back big man until the zebra shirt wearing man counts three! FINISH...James Matthews doesn't put up much of a fight in the ring looking worn out to the maximum. Justice runs circles around him, as Matthews looks like he might bring some sort of comeback into the midst, Seth Black and Ness hit the ringside area. Ness distracts the referee as Matthews slides Torin Justice a set of brass knuckles he pops Matthews in the eye with them busting it wide open. Torin scores the 'Desolation Driver' with Matthews completely out he covers for the three and another impressive win. Winner, via pinfall: Torin Jusitce Match Time: 6m28s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match Torin Justice looks at Black and Ness who back up the ramp sharing a low five as they do. Justice nods in approval somewhat. SC: James Matthews is damn well hurt in the middle of this ring Snoop. SJ: The P.O.W. has sent a powerful message to start Mayhem off and James Matthews future is in serious doubt. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (JONNAH STREET BACKSTAGE AND OBVIOUSLY HE'S NOT PREPARED TO COMPETE BEING IN STREET CLOTHES. WELL, HE'S ALWAYS IN STREET CLOTHES. BUT, I MEAN LITERALLY STREET CLOTHES. ANYWAY, HE'S THERE WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) JS: So, I was there with these three chicks in the hot tub. Completely nude, all of us, and she asks me to... (GORE CROSSES AND HE IS STOPPED BY STREET.) JS: Hey, good luck on your match against Kirsta later tonight. EG: Hey, you know when I said maybe I was thinking of casting you as myself for my movie? Well, here's your chance, Mr.Street. I'm going to make you a star! JS: What? EG: Oh, yes, the production has been going excellently. There are a lot of things that have been. Let me tell you, this movie is going to be huge, I mean HUGE! JS: Hey, um... I was just wishing you luck on your match. I don't really care about your film. EG: What! JS: If you go into your match with that stupid movie on your mind you're going to get your ass handed to you. It's hurting your career. If you lose this match then you'll be failing us for everything we're trying to do fighting TCK. EG: Career? Hollywood is my career! I will finish my film and then I will retire. I have already said as much. Good day! (GORE THEN TURNS HIS NOSE UP AND LEAVES.) MM: Well, I'm hoping now we can go ahead and start up the more professional interview... Jonnah! (JONNAH HAS ALREADY TURNED AWAY AND LEFT. OBVIOUSLY FRUSTRATED AT GORE.) (THE SHOT CUTS BACKSTAGE TO A SHOT OF MILANA, SCORPIO’S LOVE INTEREST IN THE DIVA’S LOCKER ROOM. SHE IS TAKING OFF HER STREET SHOES, AND LAYS THEM ASIDE. NEXT SHE MOVES TO REMOVE HER TOP, BUT JUST AS HE REACHES DOWN TO PULL IT UP AND OFF CINDY AND ALISSA, TWO OF THE OTHER T.F.W.F. DIVAS WALK PAST HER SMILING AND LAUGHING TO EACH OTHER. MILANA SHOOTS THEM BOTH THE EVIL EYE, AND THE PAIR CATCH SIGHT OF IT. RATHER THAN MESS WITH THE NEW GIRL THE TWO SHOOT AN AKWARD LOOK BACK TOWARD HER AND WALK OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM.) ML: Damn, I’m tired of this stuff already…I need my own changing room. (MILANA SEES THAT THE PAIR OF OTHER DIVAS ARE OUT OF SIGHT NOW AND REACHES DOWN AND PULLS OFF HER SHIRT, ONLY LEAVING HER TORSO COVERED BY HER LACY BRA. FROM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM A VOICE IS HEARD THAT MAKES HER HOLD HER SHIRT UP OVER HER CHEST TO TRY AND COVER UP THE BEST SHE CAN.) VOICE: You know, you really should learn to share if you want to get anywhere in this place. ML: Who’s there?! (FROM THE SHOWER AREA OF THE LOCKER ROOM RANDALL DYLAN SASHAYS OUT AND APPROACHES MILANA. SHE’S VISIBLY SHAKEN BY SEEING RANDALL AFTER HEARING THE RUMORS AND STORIES ABOUT HIM ALREADY. HE APPROACHES HER AND PLACES HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER AND MOVES BEHIND HER. SHE DOESN’T DARE TO MOVE.) RD: Everyone is sharing these days…my sweet…its only a matter of time until you do too. (MILANA LETS OUT A CALL FOR HELP THAT COULD BE HEARD HALF WAY OVER THE ARENA BUT DYLAN IS QUICK TO COVER HER MOUTH, AND PULLS HER IN TO HIS CHEST TO FURTHER SILENCE HER AND TO ENSURE SHE DOESN’T RUN AWAY.) RD: Shhhh…it’s okay…it’s okay, Milana. Everything is okay. Your new good friend Randall Dylan is here for you. I’ll be watching over you, Milana. (HE PULLS HER IN EVEN TIGHTER AND LICKS HER EAR SLIGHTLY BEFORE CONTINUING.) RD: I’ll be watching over ALL of you. (DYLAN LICKS HER CHEEK AND THEN FINALLY LETS HER GO. SHE IMMIDIETLY RUNS FROM THE ROOM SCREAMING. THE SHOT FADES ON RANDALL DYLAN AS HE’S LEFT WITH A HUGE GRIN ON HIS FACE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The reigning DWIWF North American Champion seems to have switched his fantasy focus onto the woman of Scorpio now...should the S Factor be concerned? SJ: Well, Randy is a ladies man Scoop...he has more sex appeal than a modern day Burt Reynolds. SC: Burt Reynolds? SJ: I am a big Evening Shade fan Scoop...in fact I once tried to get a cameo on there. SC: What happened? SJ: Burt Reynolds stole my moustache... SC: Bizzare...anyways with that in mind, let's go to Jaycee Hall as we see the eccentric co-leader of the P.O.W. Seth Black facing T.F.W.F. newcomer...Legion! Seth Black vs Legion (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'MY OWN SUMMER' - DEFTONES PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION BLACK HAS CAUSED IS HIGHLIGHTED ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE WORDS 'SETH BLACK' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 225 pounds...Seth Black!!! SC: Black of course was the man who pinned Matthews at the PPV and has made his agenda with Ness very clear for the P.O.W.. SJ: A sexy 2008 version! SC: Huh? SJ: That whole old P.O.W. version was so out of touch... SC: You mean the 2008 version? SJ: Yeah...it was so 2008... SC: (sigh) JH: And his opponent... *'EMER-GENT-CY - GREENERY PLAYS* (SMALL 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: An unsuccessful debut from Legion in tag action with Black Death, but tonight he has a chance to set the record straight with Seth Black. SJ: Black Death, Seth Black...how many blacks do we have in this federation? SC: What's your name Marc Abrigo? SJ: Huh? SC: Nevermind... FINISH...A solid little match back and forth sees Legion with the early advantage over Black, but the co chief of P.O.W. brings out the reserves and begins to wear down the T.F.W.F. newcomer, once more Ness serves as a focal point for the week running down to the ring and beginning a pamphlet distribution to fans, the referee is momentarily distracted, Black goes over to his entrance attire and removes a lead pipe. He whallops Legion with it who sways under the pressure, stumbling right into a 'Domino Effect'. Legion is out for the count as Black picks up the win. Winner, via pinfall: Seth Black Match Time: 14m03s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (CUT TO BACKSTAGE WHERE WE SEE A DETERMINED-LOOKING NESS WITH A STACK OF FLYERS FOR THE P.O.W. IN HIS HAND. VARIOUS MEMBERS OF THE TFWF PRODUCTION CREW AS WELL AS NEW TFWF PROSPECTS WALK BY, WITH NESS CALLING OUT TO THEM.) NS: Do your country and this business proud – quit being a pansy and join the Patriots! (NESS SHOVES A FEW FLYERS INTO THE HANDS OF SEVERAL YOUNG WRESTLERS AS THEY PASS BY. IT’S HERE THAT THE HULKING BLACK DEATH APPROACHES, ARMS FOLDED ACROSS HIS CHEST.) NS: Hey, well look who it is... You know, the P.O.W. could use somebody like you. Feel like climbing up the ranks, huh? Making the ‘Death’ family proud? (BLACK DEATH RAISES AN EYEBROW CURIOUSLY. SEEING THAT HE ISN’T GETTING TO THE BIG MAN, NESS TAKES ONE OF THE FLYERS AND LEANS INTO BLACK DEATH, READING A PARTICULAR PASSAGE FROM THE PAMPHLET OUT LOUD FOR HIM.) NS: Check this out, Death: ‘The P.O.W. was the best thing to happen to me. In fact, they’re the best thing to happen to professional wrestling, period. New blood, top-notch organization, destruction of the highest order – it’s all there for you. In fact, the P.O.W. were so good to me, I’m on assignment right now in Brazil having sex with exotic women and wrestling with my Japanese sidekick. I. Am. Awesome.’ Signed, Mr. Tourettes. BD: Mr. Tourettes? NS: He’s a corporal now, you know. BD: No, that jackass was fired. (WITH HIS RUSE NOW EXPOSED, A SNEERING NESS NARROWS HIS EYES.) NS: You calling me a liar – civilian? BD: I’ll do more than that if you don’t watch your tone. NS: That sounds like ‘Commie’ talk to me, friend… (WITHOUT WARNING, NESS UNLEASHES A QUICK LEG KICK THAT BUCKLES BLACK DEATH A BIT AND BRINGS HIM TO A KNEE. NOW FACE-TO-FACE, NESS TAKES THE STACK OF PAMPHLETS IN HIS HAND AND SLAPS BLACK DEATH ACROSS THE FACE WITH THEM. THE PAPER OBVIOUSLY HAS NO EFFECT ON THE BIG MAN, BUT THE INSULT WAS CLEAR. SMIRKING, THE TEMPORARILY TRIUMPHANT NESS HIGH-TAILS IT OUT OF THERE AS A SEETHING BLACK DEATH GROWLS UNDER HIS BREATH.) (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE MAHONEY MACMILLAN IS STANDING BY ON THE INTERVIEW SET WHERE HE BEGINS TO SPEAK.) MAC: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time has been at the forefront of the anti-authoritarian movement that’s been called ‘The Revolution’ ever since TCK came into power over TFWF, but as we saw last week that position of leadership may now be threatened from within the movement itself. (THE FOOTAGE PLAYS, RECAPPING THE INCIDENT LAST WEEK WHERE TREMERE CONFRONTED MIKE MITCHELL OVER HIS SUPPOSED FAILED LEADERSHIP, MAKING NOTE OF HIMSELF AS A MAN OF ACTION RATHER THAN WORDS AND EMPHASISING HIS POINT BY PUNKING FALLEN ANGEL OUT. THE FOOTAGE RETURNS TO THE INTERVIEW SET WHERE WE PAN OUT TO REVEAL MAHONEY AND ‘THE PURIST’ MIKE MITCHELL BOTH LOOKING AT THE MONITOR AS A MASSIVE ROAR GOES OUT IN THE CROWD AT THE SIGHT OF THE PURIST. MAHONEY TURNS TO MIKE, WHO LOOKS QUITE PUT OUT BY WHAT WE’VE JUST SEEN TO SAY THE LEAST AS MAHONEY TRIES TO BEGIN THE INTERVIEW.) MAC: Mike, after seeing that again I imagine you must be extremely frustrated over this turn of events. (MIKE SNATCHES THE MICROPHONE FROM MAHONEY WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY SHOVING HIM BACK AGAINST THE WALL TO A MASSIVE ROAR IN THE BACKGROUND AS HE LAUNCHES INTO A FIERY TIRADE.) MM: Frustrated isn’t the goddamn word for it! This is BULLSHIT! (THE CROWD LETS OUT ANOTHER MASSIVE ROAR IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE INCENSED MIKE MITCHELL RAILS OFF ANOTHER FURIOUS HARANGUE.) MM: You know, I come out here each and every week and make a stand for this company and a stand for pro wrestling! I come out here every week and do more than my share to fight the powers that be! There’s so much goddamn injustice in this company with TCK running the show, and sometimeS it’s like I’m the only one who gives a damn! But when we FINALLY start to make a difference, when we finally start to get some goddamn momentum going, along comes Tremere to stick a knife in my back and turn the revolution against itself!!! (THE CROWD LETS OUT ANOTHER MASSIVE REACTION, THOUGH THIS ONE IS SEEMINGLY MIXED. IT SEEMS THERE IS QUITE A VOCAL PERCENTAGE IN THE AUDIENCE WHO SEEM TO AGREE WITH TREMERE’S STANCE AND MIKE REACTION TO IT DOESN’T EXACTLY HELP AS HE CONTINUES TO RAGE ON.) MM: As far as I’m concerned Tremere, you’ve got no goddamn place telling me how to get things done, so you can take your vote of no confidence and stick it up your--! (ALL OF A SUDDEN, FROM OUT OF NOWHERE DORIAN WONG SNEAKS UP BEHIND THE UNSUSPECTING MIKE MITCHELL AND SLAPS A PLASTIC BAG OVER HIS HEAD!!! THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY AS WONG TRIES TO TIE THE BAG OFF, CUTTING OFF THE CIRCULATION AND TRYING TO CHOKE MIKE MITCHELL OUT BUT MIKE MITCHELL STRUGGLES FEROCIOUSLY TO STOP HIM! WITH ONE HAND HE TRIES TO KEEP AN AIRWAY OPEN AND WITH THE OTHER HE TRIES TO REACH BACK AND FIGHT OFF WONG AS THE CROWD IS GOING BALLISTIC AT THE CHAOS THAT ENSUES! MIKE FINALLY MANAGES TO CHARGE BACKWARDS AND RAM WONG BACK INTO THE WALL AND MOMENTARILLY FREES HIMSELF, BUT AS HE IS ON HIS KNEES WONG POUNCES ON HIM AND TRIES TO CHOKE HIM OUT AGAIN!!! MITCHELL IS FADING FAST AND IN ANOTHER FINAL ACT OF DESPERATION HE MANAGES TO RAM WONG BACK INTO THE WALL AGAIN LONG ENOUGH TO RIP THE BAG OFF HIS HEAD BEFORE COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR! MAHONEY IS GOING OUT OF HIS MIND AS HE CALLS FOR HELP! WONG IS SLIGHTLY WINDED FROM BEING RAMMED INTO THE WALL, BUT SEEMS RELATIVELY UNAFFECTED, SATISFIED WITH THE DAMAGE HE HAS DONE AS MAHONEY GETS IN HIS FACE AND DEMANDS A REASON WHY.) MAC: JESUS CHRIST!!! WHAT THE HELL?!! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT?!! DW: …Well Macmillan, let’s just say as far as politics go… I’m an independent. (WONG SHOOTS MAHONEY A SADISTIC SMILE AND LAUGHS MANIACALLY AS HE WALKS OFF, A MASSIVE CHORUS OF BOOS IN THE BACKGROUND AS HE LEAVES MIKE MITCHELL LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR AND PARAMEDICS FLOCK TO THE SCENE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: A brutal and unprovoked attack there on Mike Mitchell by Dorian Wong! SJ: I can also reveal Dorian Wong does know some of the business achievements of John McCain if indeed he was to run for Vice President. SC: .... SJ: Hey do you trust a woman who bleeds once a month with a damn red button! I mean imagine if she catches her fella looking at porn! Porn by accident...I mean who knows what happens when you accidentally google 'she males Puerto Rican style'. SC: ... SJ: Don't judge me!!!! SC: (changing subject)...Ness certainly finding ways to rub Black Death and Legion up the wrong way. SJ: What ever happened to Mr. Tourettes? SC: Moving on...up next it's for the Championship, Randall Dylan rubbed Scorpio and his woman up the wrong way tonight, but now the big man needs full concentration on Aaron Roberts and Kent Clark... TITLE - North American Randall Dylan (c) vs Kent Clark vs Aaron Roberts (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a three way dance for the North American Championship... *'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: Kent has been searching hard and wide to get his chance at the North American title, but the gutsy kid has come unstuck on a few occassions. SJ: (pauses) Serial masturbation will do that for you... SC: Will you stop! JH: And his opponent... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDRAYNE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. A SILKY SNAKE CAN BE SEEN ON THE T.A.T. COMING OUT OF A WOVEN BASKET. THE WORDS AARON ROBERTS APPEAR WITH THE SIGNATURE COBRA SIGN AND A FEW ROBERTS MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! SC: Aaron helped put himself in the position for this match with a win last week over Brandon Watkins, Snoop, can the Rock and Roll Wrestler do it tonight? SJ: As long as he stays away from Kent Clark's wanking hand... SC: Will you stop it already with that! JH: And their opponent... *’I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE WORDS ‘BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER’ FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Randall Dylan!!! SC: 3 time holder of that belt, he made the comment that he has infact come synonomous with that title as well Snoop and tonight he puts it once more on the line. SJ: Well the DWIWF North American title is showcased a hell of a lot of Mayhem Scoop and Dylan has been Mr. North America since he started vying for that gold. FINISH...Dylan controls the opening sequence with his power keeping both Roberts and Clark at bay for the match with neither having an answer to get around the big man. Dylan soons tires of having to stop both men and even a brief double team move between Roberts and Clark, before Aaron betrays it, shows Dylan can be exposed, Aaron Roberts looks like he might have the match won, but then with the crowd exploding with cheers, Tank emerges from the railed over area. He hits the ring and spears Aaron Roberts out of the ring to the 'Holy Shit' chants of the crowd. Dylan can't believe what has happened and walks straight into a 'Dragon Punch'. Clark leaps onto him and with the crowd counting becomes the Champion!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Kent Clark Match Time: 13m09s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars Clark celebrates as Tank puts him on his shoulders holding the belt high in the air as the crowd chant 'Clarky, Clarky' and eye of the tiger plays through the speakers... (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Just before the break we saw history made as Kent Clark captured his first ever T.F.W.F. singles title and Tank looked ready to take names once more Snoop after a small lay off. SJ: Randall Dylan demands a rematch! SC: Your demanding it for him? SJ: DAMN STRAIGHT! SC: A night of shocks here tonight, can Bradon Watkins add another to the list it Jayden Knight and him next... Brandon Watkins vs Jayden Knight (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'GHOST OF YOU' - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. WATKINS WALKS OUT FROM THE BACK THROUGH A SHOWER OF SILVER SPARKS FALLING DOWN FROM THE TA-TRON. HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HOLDING HIS FIST IN THE AIR AND NODDING HIS HEAD AT THE FANS NEARBY. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND CLIMBS TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE, HE RAISES HIS FIST HIGH IN THE AIR AGAIN FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Phoenix, Arizona...weighing 235 pounds...Brandon Watkins!!! SC: The balls Brandon Watkins showed last week standing up to The Novas has certainly had a few people talking backstage about what this guy can do! SJ: The man couldn't win a rock, paper, scissor contest if he was facing a rock Scoop. SC: Will you stop! JH: And his opponent... *‘SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST’ – SALIVA PLAYS* (SUPER MEGA HEEL 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 his way towards the ring accompanied by Manny Rodriguez...from San Fransico, California...weighing 217 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jayden Knight!!! SC: Jayden Knight is simply put one of the most arrogant men in wrestling today. SJ: True, but he has great breath... SC: You smelt his breath? SJ: It was like a heaven of minty freshness... FINISH...Watkins has a gutsy effort, but in this instance the experience of the T.F.W.F. ring proves useful to Knight as he and Rodriuiguez almost bully the younger Watkins around the ring. Finally, having enough, Georgie Nickles emerges from the back, but by then Knight nails a 'JK-47' and grabs the win. Winner, via pinfall: Jayden Knight Match Time: 8m23s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match The Novas taunt Georgie as she tends to Watkins in the ring. Jayden in a disgusting manner sticks his tongue through his fingers and aims it at Georgie once more showing a lack of respect for the legendary woman wrestler. (ONCE AGAIN THE SHOT CUTS TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA WHERE THIS TIME WE FIND OZZY FINCH STANDING BESIDE TREMERE. TREMERE IS GETTING READY FOR HIS MATCH AS OZZY GOES AHEAD AND STARTS THE INTERVIEW.) OF: Tremere, earlier tonight we witnessed as Dorian Wong snuck up behind Mike Mitchell and literally tried to suffocate him with a plastic bag. Can I… (TREMERE DOESN’T LET OZZY FINISH AND PULLS THE MICROPHONE TO HIMSELF.) TR: Let me just stop you right there, Ozzy. What happened to Mike Mitchell was too bad for him, and while I hate to get an advantage before a match, I’m certainly not going to shy away from it. If Mike Mitchell is stupid enough to let something like that happen to himself, then he deserves everything he got. That kind of display he put on with Wong is exactly why the revolution is failing, and exactly why I’m stepping up to take it over. You wouldn’t see Dorian Wong coming in here to kill me with some shopping bag. (AS OZZY TAKES THE MICROPHONE BACK FROM TREMERE AND PREPARES TO CONTINUE JAMES ONLEE BURSTS INTO THE SHOT AND BLINDSIDES TREMERE. JAMES SLAMS HIS FAMED METAL SPIKE IN TO THE SIDE OF TREMERE’S SKULL AND SENDS THE HARDCORE LEGEND TO THE GROUND. OZZY HIGH TAILS IT OUT OF THE ROOM AND LEAVES THE TWO. JAMES QUICKLY FOLLOWS UP HIS FIRST ATTACK AND DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND STARTS POUNDING THE SPIKE REPEATEDLY INTO TREMERE’S SKULL AND SHOUTING SOME SORT OF PRAYER ALL THE WHILE HE’S STABBING. FINALLY T.F.W.F. SECURITY IS SHOWN THE INICDENT BY OZZY FINCH AND THEY RUSH IN AND PULL JAMES OFF A VERY BLOODIED TREMERE. JAMES IS LEFT SCREAMING MORE OF HIS PRAYER TOWARD TREMERE AS SECURITY TRIES TO CARRY HIM AWAY. HE WRIGGLES FREE EXCLAIMING THAT HE WILL LEAVE ON HIS OWN WILL. THEY RELEASE HIM BUT STAND BETWEEN HIM AND TREMERE’S UNCONCIOUS BODY. BEFORE JAMES LEAVES HE YELLS TOWARD TREMERE.) JO: Now you’re once again square in the eyes of my God, heathen sinner! (THE SHOT THEN CUTS AS JAMES TURN AND EXITS THE ROOM STILL HOLDING HIS SPIKE WHICH IS NOW COVERED IN RED.) (THE ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE WHERE WE SEE EXILE ON A PAY PHONE WITH A DESPERATE LOOK IN HIS EYES, EVIDENTLY TRYING TO GET THROUGH TO CHRISTINA AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK. UNDER HIS BREATH WE CAN HEAR EXILE MUTTERING ‘PICK UP, PICK UP, PICK UP’ AND HE CURSES AND SLAMS HIS FIST AGAINST THE WALL WHEN THE CALL GOES TO HER MACHINE.) E: Christina, it’s me again. Listen, if you’re there please pick up the phone. I have to talk to you! Please… (EXILE LETS OUT A HEAVY SIGH AND WEAKLY KNOCKS HIS HAND AGAINST THE WALL AS HE CONTINUES.) E: You’ve got my number, babe… Please call me back… (EXILE LOOKS LIKE A MAN DEFEATED AS HE SLOWLY HANGS UP THE PHONE, CLEARLY WISHING HE DIDN’T HAVE TO AND TRYING TO HANG ONTO IT AS LONG AS HE CAN IN HOPES OF HEARING CHRISTINA’S VOICE AT THE END OF THE LINE UNTIL FINALLY THE LINE GOES DEAD. CARRYING A TREMENDOUS WEIGHT ON HIM EXILE STAGGERS BACK INTO THE CIVIL UNREST LOCKER ROOM AND SLUMPS DOWN ONTO THE BENCH, BURYING HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS. THE CAMERA PANS IN TO FOCUS ON THE PAINED EXILE WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN FROM THE SIDE OF THE SCREEN A TOY ‘FLINSTONES PHONE’ COMES INTO VIEW JUST BESIDE HIM. EXILE SLOWLY PULLS HIS FACE UP FROM HIS HANDS AND TURNS TO LOOK AT THE TOY, THEN FOLLOWS THE HAND THAT HOLDS IT OUT TO HIM AS THE CAMERA PANS OUT TO REVEAL THAT IT BELONGS TO ROADBLOCK. THE CROWD LETS OUT A LAUGH IN THE BACKGROUND AS ROADBLOCK AND EXILE STARE AT EACH OTHER FOR A MOMENT OR TWO, THE BIG GOOF SHOWING SOME GENUINE CONCERN FOR HIS STABLEMATE AS EXILE BRUSHES HIM OFF. ROADBLOCK THEN DIALS A NUMBER ON THE TOY PHONE AND HOLDS UP THE EARPIECE FOR EXILE.) FP: Yabba Dabba Doo, I like talking to you! (EXILE CAN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A CHUCKLE AS HE TURNS BACK TO ROADBLOCK AND LOOKS UP INTO THE PUPPY EYES AND HOPEFUL SMILE OF THE BIG MAN BEFORE THANKING HIS FOR THE GESTURE, GIVING HIM A MOMENT’S BREAK FROM HIS PAIN. THE CAMERA PANS OUT AGAIN AND WE NOW SEE GEORGIE NICKLES STANDING OPPOSITE OF ROADBLOCK NEXT TO EXILE. GEORGIE GIVES A WRY SMILE TO ROADBLOCK AS THE CROWD IN THE BACKGROUND LAUGHS AT THE AWKWARDNESS OF THE SITUATION. FINALLY, GEORGIE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER STABLEMATE AND TRIES TO CONSOLE THE DISTRAUGHT EXILE.) GN: Hey, listen Exile, I’m sure things will be ok. We’re gonna stick by you and make sure that son of a bitch Ramon doesn’t get away with what he did, and I’m sure you’ll patch things up with Christina somehow. (GEORGIE TRIES TO PUT AN ARM AROUND EXILE TO COMFORT HIM, BUT EXILE STOPS HER AND TURNS HER HAND AWAY. GEORGIE GETS A LOOK OF CONCERN ON HER FACE AS EXILE BECOMES VERY SERIOUS AND LOOKS INTO HER EYES AS HE SPEAKS UP.) E: Thanks for the support Georgie, and I know I can count on you guys for anything… But this is something I think I have to do myself. (GEORGIE DOESN’T LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT ONE BIT, BUT IS TORN BECAUSE SHE REALISES THAT EXILE’S MIND HAS BEEN MADE UP AND IT’S NOT ABOUT TO CHANGE.) E: I’m gonna get Jose back for this, and I’m gonna do it at Autumn Annihilation 9… Even if I have to make a deal with the Devil to do it. (EXILE RISES FROM THE BENCH AND BEGINS TO WALK OUT THE DOOR. ROADBLOCK ONCE AGAIN IS CONCERNED FOR HIS STABLEMATE AND TRIES TO FOLLOW AFTER HIM, BUT GEORGIE STEPS IN AND STOPS HIM. ROADBLOCK WONDERS WHERE EXILE IS GOING AND GEORGIE SIMPLY STARES OUT THE DOOR AFTER HIM BEFORE SHE UTTERS THE WORD, ‘ANGEL’. THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: James Onlee is now on the rampage! SJ: HA HA, Tremere has more egg on his face than RKW when half of T.F.W.F. reject ville joined their roster. SC: RKW bashing is not on Snoop...grow up. SJ: Jeez you make it sound like I made fun of a car crash or something... SC: We all know that Michael Norcia has had his problems operating motor vehicles...so just leave it. SJ: (defeated) Fine... SC: Anyways emotional scenes for Exile backstage Snoop and you have to wonder with the announcement of the match lingering...how both men can fair in these kind of conditions. SJ: Ramon amazingly...Exile, will probably try and score with Jaycee Hall... SC: WILL YOU STOP! TITLE - European Kirsta Lewis (c) vs Eaton Gore (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *‘SUGAR SUGAR’ – THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (MAJOR FACE POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH FOLLOWED BY HEADBUTT CHUGGING ALONG AT FAT BASTARD SPEED. GORE HAS 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 accompanied by the CEO candidate from Scotland…Headbutt McHaggiss…from Hannibal, Missouri…weighing 162 pounds…Eaton Gore!!! SC: Headbutt and Eaton a great duo here in wrestling... SJ: Are you fucking insane...Headbutt is a complete idiot and is everything thats wrong with wrestling... JH: And his opponent... *'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: Kirsta said she would deal with the likes of Street, Gore and Headbutt like a hired assassin for Fallen Angel. SJ: Well she is a career killer Scoop...and also a heart breaker! Yowzer! FINISH...Kirsta looks ready to go in this one, but from nowhere, is distracted by Headbutt McHaggis who tries to pin a 'Headbutt for CEO' sticker on her! She turns around and Gore nails the 'Fork You' the crowd goes insane as Kirsta is out. In a matter of seconds she has lost the European title. As Gore celebrates the win, Street emerges from behind the curtain and stares down Eaton and Headbutt celebrating the shock win in the middle of the ring. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Eaton Gore Match Time: 0m11s Match Rating: 2.5 Stars SC: Street looking on here Snoop...wait a minute! The Novas! Seeing their TCK buddy out for the count in the middle of the ring, Knight and Rodriguez emerge. Knight hits Street with a 'JK-47' and sends him off the ramp to the floor below to 'Ohhs' from the crowd. The Novas then beat the hell out of Eaton Gore and deliver the 'Star Destroyer' on Headbutt as the CEO wannabe does not move from the canvass. Project Nova help Kirsta to the backstage area. (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks and it certainly seems on for Street, Lewis and Gore at some stage. SJ: A couple of play toys for the Hell Cat Scoop...what happened tonight was an injustce! Kirsta will be soon back on her feet and after that European title once more. SC: That remains to be seen...well speaking of play toys...both Phenom and Jose Ramon have dished out their own version of playtime with Torch and Exile respectively... Exile/Torch vs Jose Ramon/Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (BIG HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...Jose Ramon!!! SC: Ramon is a sick, disgusting individual Snoop with no morals... SJ: Morals...Ramon is not an impersonation machine...Ramon is just a man who cares about his sister dude. Where's the love! SC: Nobody could possibly have love for Jose Ramon... JH: And his partner... *’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…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…Phenom!!! SC: Once he was a man who was loved by these fans, now he is just a sick twisted man hell bent on causing pain and destruction! SJ: Phenom is not George W. Bush... JH: And their opponents... *’FUEL’ – METALICA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!! SC: He fought for so long to keep the peace with Phenom and now the man is hell bent on destroying his former friend. SJ:Is he going to do that hanging by his neck? SC: Your a sick man... JH: And his partner... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Exile!!! SC: EXILE HAS HIT THE RING AND IS GOING BANNANAS!!!! SJ: OH GOD! CALL THE POLICE! FAKEXILE HAS GONE CRAZY!!! FINISH...Match of the night without a shadow of a doubt. Exile and Torch have a bit of a tag team clinic of intergral worked moves which as time borders on the absurd since neither has worked much together before. Same can be said for the destructive Phenom and Jose Ramon. The turning point of the match comes when Phenom removes a celefane bag and tries to put it over the head of Torch, Torch escapes and nails Phenom with the '3rd Degree Burn' from absolutely nowhere!!! Jose tries to get into the ring, but Exile leaps the top rope and scares him off as Jose doesn't waste anytime getting out of there. Torch gets the win and with that grabs the bag himself and tries to put it over the head of Phenom!!! Winners, via pinfall: Torch & Exile Match Time: 15m04s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars SC: Good God now its Torch snapping here on Mayhem! The amount of abuse mentally he has witnessed towards Missy and of course that he has taken himself has caused him to snap! SJ: Exile is trying to pull Torch off of Phenom...I think this is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen! Wait Torch shoved Exile! SC: TORCH HAS SNAPPED HE HAS DAMN SNAPPED SNOOP! SECURITY IS NOW PULLING TORCH AWAY FROM A DESOLATE PHENOM! THE PUPPET MASTER HAS WATCHED THE STRING SNAP IN FRONT OF HIM! PHENOM IS IN TROUBLE AND THESE TWO MEN ARE HEADING FOR WAR AT AUTUMN ANNIHILATION 9!!! (THE ACTION GOES DEEP INTO THE BOILER ROOM, WHERE WE SEE A HOODED JAMES ONLEE PRAYING THE ROSARY IN THE DARK. SUDDENLY, HIS EYES OPEN AND HIS CONCENTRATION IS DISTRACTED AS HE CALLS OUT INTO THE INKY BLACK.) JO: Whoever dwells here… I can smell you. (WE HEAR A LOW, DISTURBING LAUGH FROM THE DARKNESS. IT’S DORIAN WONG WHO FINALLY EMERGES, VISIBLY IMPRESSED WITH ONLEE’S VIGILANCE. BOTH MEN TURN TO FACE EACH OTHER.) DW: Touche, Mr. Onlee. It seems I’m not as furtive as I thought. JO: The eyes of God see all, demon. DW: Demon? Harsh… but fitting. But no matter, I’m here for information. Tell me: why did you attack Tremere? JO: Tremere and Mitchell are pawns, and they deserve to be on an even playing field. Now, I understand you’ve made a pact with Fallen Angel to destroy this iniquitous ‘Revolution.’ What you’re doing this for, I’ve yet to find out. (DORIAN SNEERS, LEANING IN TO ONLEE. HIS TONE IS QUIET, ALMOST IN A WHISPER.) DW: Not everyone follows your God, Mr. Onlee. Not everything has a purpose. Sometimes, those who wish to scorch this earth merely do it for the scent. But I’m puzzled as to why a man of virtue, such as yourself, is so interested in gaining from every situation. Rather hypocritical, don’t you think? (ONLEE NARROWS HIS EYES.) JO: What I do, heathen, is for the greater good. Those who wallow in sin, such as YOUR-self, need someone like me to show them the way. DW: Pray tell, what greater good will come from you coveting my Intercontinental championship? JO: The fact that you have to ask tells me you’ll never understand. (WONG SMILES.) DW: Perhaps you’re right, Mr. Onlee. But one thing is clear for the both of us, and I think you’ll agree… both Mike Mitchell and Tremere are standing in our way. (ONLEE NODS.) JO: Despite what we believe… whether it’s the apocalypse or the rapture in sight… both Mitchell and Tremere have no part in either plan. DW: Of that… we can be sure. (BOTH MEN GIVE EACH OTHER AN UNEASY GLARE AS ONLEE SLOWLY TURNS AROUND TO CONTINUE PRAYING. WE SEE WONG TAKE OUT A KNIFE FROM THE INSIDE OF HIS JACKET, A LOOK OF PLEASURE ON HIS FACE. HE RAISES IT UP SLIGHTLY, AND INSTEAD MAKES THE SIGN OF THE CROSS BEFORE STEPPING BACK INTO THE DARKNESS. ONLEE OPENS HIS EYE AS HE SMIRKS FROM UNDERNEATH HIS VEIL…) (WE CUT TO THE OFFICE OF FALLEN ANGEL BACKSTAGE. ANGEL IS SITTING BEHIND HIS DESK AND ON THE OTHER SIDE SITS EXILE, THE CURRENT TFWF LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. WE JOIN THEM MID CONVERSATION.) EX: So that’s it. I want him and I want him in a Last Man Standing Match at AA9. FA: I’ve got to give Ramon credit. He’s screwed you over and left his sister a broken, emotional wreck. EX: Exactly. So you going to give me the match or not? FA: Sure, you want him that bad, you’ve got it. (ANGEL EXTENDS HIS HAND TO SEAL THE DEAL. EXILE STANDS UP AND LOOKS DOWN AT ANGEL’S OUT STRETCHED HAND AND LAUGHS BEFORE TURNING AND WALKING OUT THE DOOR. ANGEL LOOKS FURIOUS AS HIS BAD NIGHT CONTINUES TO GET WORSE BY THE MINUTE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: A deadly alliance has been formed between Wong and Onlee we see and its in the book folks...Exile vs. Ramon in a last man standing match...my oh my. Up next we see the mind games of both Onlee and Wong and their effect on our Main Event... Tremere vs Mike Mitchell (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’WEDDING NAILS’ – PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MAJOR ASS CROWD POP. THE WORDS ‘HARDCORE ICON’ APPEAR ON THE T.A.T. ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF HIS MOST BRUTAL MATCHES. TREMERE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY BOWED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 255 pounds… Tremere!!! SC: Battered and bruised earlier tonight, Tremere has made it clear his stance on where the Revolution is headed... SJ: My stance...down the fricking toilet! JH: And his opponent... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: The fight between Mike and Tremere has heated up tremendously...now they must square off, not 100% one on one. SJ: Call me when this one is over Scooper... FINISH...A true testament to both mens characters as they put on a headline PPV event match on a Monday Mayhem show. Neither man got a distinct advantage throughout the contest pulling out a series of near falls, the turning point of the match comes when Dorian Wong walks down the aisle holding the match he has been mentioning most of the night burning in his hand. Mitchell hops the ropes to square up to him as the referee tries to stop the move. Tremere in the ring is then blindsided by Onlee who chokes him out with 'The Deliverance'. With Tremere out for the count, Onlee rolls him out of the ring. The referee turns around and is perplexed as Onlee is nowhere to be seen. Mitchell even more so slides back in and looks around confused as he wins by a count out, it was that close. Winner, via countout: Mike Mitchell Match Time: 18m00s Match Rating: 4 Stars Mitchell stands in the ring perplexed as Tremere gets to his feet way after the 10 count, as Mitchell goes to ask Tremere what happened, Tremere levels him with the 'Heavens Exile' before leaving the ringside area more than likely looking for Onlee and answers. (END SHOW.)