DATE : Mon 30th June 2008

Monday Mayhem - from Helsinki, Finland - Hartwall-Areena

[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF DEATH OR GLORY 2008 SHOWING THE TERRIBLE TURN BY PROJECT NOVA, PIMP IN DEFYING THE ODDS TO BECOME 7 TIME WORLD CHAMPION AND SEBASTIAN CROSS BEING REUNITED WITH HIS FAMILY AND FINALLY ENDING HIS RIVALRY WITH JAMES ONLEE.]

*'HARDCORE NIGHTS' - STARFISH PLAYS*

(THE MONDAY MAYHEM THEME BLASTS THROUGH THE SPEAKERS AS THE AUDIENCE IN ATTENDANCE GOES WILD. SOME OF THE SIGNS READ "THANK YOU TFWF" "WHY PROJECT NOVA!" AND "ROLL ON DEPENDENCE DAY 9". FINALLY THE CAMERA SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.)

SC: WELCOME EVERYONE TO FINLAND WHERE THE T.F.W.F. IS STILL RECOVERING FROM THE PPV OF 2008…DEATH OR GLORY 2008…A BRAND NEW WORLD CHAMPION CROWNED ONLY FOR THE LEGEND TO WALK OUT ON THE T.F.W.F. AND TOSS THAT TITLE INTO THE STANDS SNOOP.

SJ: It should have been returned to the rightful owner there and then and of course we shouldn't forget that damn count out incident.

SC: Controversy reigned supreme throughout the entire PPV, but it was all three thirds of our triple Main Event which had the major talking points. Speaking of which can you confirm that Project Nova are now on the side of Fallen Angel?

SJ: I can confirm that you're an ass!

SC: Snoop is all bent out of shape here in the Land of Suma…

*'BAD BOY FOR LIFE' - P. DIDDY PLAYS*

(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. IAN MONKS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACCOMPANIED BY LAW AND ORDER HIS PERSONAL HEAD OF SECURITY IN THE T.F.W.F.. MONKS HAS THAT TYPICAL SNARL ON HIS FACE TOWARDS THE FINNISH CROWD WHO GREET HIM WITH THEIR OWN BRAND OF HOSTILITY. FINALLY THE OWNER OF THE T.F.W.F. SPEAKS.)

IM: At Death or Glory 2008 we saw a travesty of justice…

(CROWD BOO.)

IM: Where a stupid referee named Shane Cain made allowed a match to restart and basically steal the title from Fallen Angel..

(PIMP IN CHANTS ECHO THROUGH THE ARENA.)

IM: SHUT UP!

(THE CHANTS GET LOUDER. MONKS IS FORCED TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE CONTINUING.)

IM: Because of the actions of one deranged old fart…I was forced to not only fork out my own hard earned cash to replace the World Championship which is probably being hawked by some Kebab van in Leicester Square, but furthermore organize for Dependence Day 9 a T.F.W.F. Rumble to decide who will be the next World Heavyweight Champion.

(CROWD POP.)

IM: Of course we would have asked Tiger Young to return, but we all know what happened there…

(MONKS SAYS WITH A SMIRK WHICH THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY.)

IM: 30 stars for your viewing pleasure will push themselves to the limits of endurance in order to grab the most coveted prize in wrestling. 30 stars, but only one will be left standing at Dependence Day 9…

(CROWD CHEER.)

IM: Now since the entire PPV will be tailored around this very match…I have organized the preceding Monday Mayhem to contain a host of Championship matches…I am just so glad a puffin littered shit hole like Finland will not be the venue for this card.

(CROWD BOO THIS.)

IM: So for Dorian Wong, Kirsta Lewis, Project Nova, Jose Ramon, Iziah Hunter and the winner of Nickles and Dylan tonight up next…all these titles will be on the line next week on Monday Night Mayhem!

(CROWD POP FOR THIS.)

IM: Dorian Wong will defend his newly won Intercontinental Championship against Tremere…Kirsta Lewis will defend her European Championship against Phenom…Iziah Hunter will defend his Hardcore Championship against Seth Black…Jose Ramon will defend his Light-Heavyweight Championship against Exile…Nickles or Dylan will defend the North American title against Brandon Thornton and Project Nova will put the T.F.W.F. Tag Team titles on the line in a gauntlet match…Tank will team with Kent Clark…APB will team James Matthews…and Torch will team with Aaron Roberts…in a Mayhem Main Event Tag Team title gauntlet match.

(THE CROWD ARE REALLY BEHIND THIS ANNOUNCEMENT.)

IM: Also I want to…

*'TRIUMPH' - THE WU-TANG CLAN PLAYS*

(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 IAN MONKS WHOM HAS MOVED TOWARDS THE RING. SUFFICE TO SAY THE OWNER DOES NOT LOOK TOO COMFORTABLE WITH WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN.)

RP: OH MY GOD! YOU ARE SO FUCKING BORING!

(THE CROWD POP LIKE CRAZY.)

RP: Seriously…you just delivered a hell of a card sounding like you were preaching at a funeral!

MM: Maybe we could help him hype it a little better Rhys?

RP: Like what Mike…including ourselves in the Tag Team title Main Event next week?

(THE CROWD POP LIKE MAD. MONKS SHAKES HIS HEAD IN A FIRM 'NO'.)

IM: YOU TWO HAD YOUR CHANCE AND LOST…you hear me…LOST…

MM: Everybody loses Ian…doesn't mean you don't get back on the horse and go one more damn time!

(THE CROWD POP AGAIN. MONKS HOWEVER SHALL NOT BE BUDGED.)

MM: You see Pro Active Pect and me…we never saw eye to eye with Tiger Young. Not in a million years, in fact two of our bloodiest wars.

RP: When we weren't kicking the crap out of each other…

MM: …right…

RP: Sorry didn't mean to interrupt your flow…FLOW ON MIKE! FLOW ON!

MM: Thanks…anyways there we going toe to toe with the King of the Jungle. And whether you liked that son of a bitch or not…you couldn't do much more than respect the man. A respect that Project Nova took at Death or Glory and rubbed into the ground!

RP: And we all know I know a thing or two about respect…

(RHYS WINKS AND THE CROWD LAUGH. MIKE KIND OF ROLLS HIS EYES A LITTLE AT THE CHEESEY LINE.)

IM: I am not living in the past! I refuse to allow you into this match!

RP: Are you that pissed that Pimp In screwed your boy over?

IM: THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

MM: You'd kind of think with ten years of history we would be celebrating the past of the T.F.W.F. as well Ian.

IM: ITS MR. MONKS!

RP: Ohhhhhhhhhh!

IM: IF YOU TWO DON'T GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE RIGHT NOW!

RP: You'll set Law and Order on us? Holy Shit Mike…prepare for war!

(LAW AND ORDER LOOKS GRIZZLED, BUT NOT EVEN HE IS STUPID ENOUGH TO GO TOE TO TOE WITH THE FC.)

*'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS*

(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.)

SC: THIS JUST GOT VERY INTERESTING!

SJ: God bless the Novas!

(KNIGHT GRABS A MICROPHONE HANDING HIS HALF OF THE GOLD TO MANNY WHO SLINGS THEM BOTH OVER HIS SHOULDERS.)

JK: You wanna talk about boring boys…how many times have we got to say…WE ARE THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

(THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY.)

JK: Now whether you thought Death or Glory was left with a black mark or not isnt really that important. It was about one match to see which was the greatest Tag Team in the history of the T.F.W.F. and look whos holding the Tag Team titles!

RP: Manny's left and right shoulder?

(THE CROWD LAUGH. MIKE SHAKES HIS HEAD STIFFLING A LITTLE LAUGHTER HIMSELF.)

JK: SHUT UP!

RP: Ohhhhhhhhh!

MM: (ignoring Rhys) He has a point though, you haven't beaten us one, two three see we all know in a ladder match…hell even Law and Order could win a match push comes to shove. You wanna prove you're the best…you got to beat us one, two and three

JK: Didn't you hear the boss…we already are proving we are the best next week on Mayhem.

MM: The boss? So that's how it is now is it? What's next Fallen Angel is the Vice President?

RP: Of being a complete dick!

(CROWD LAUGH.)

MM: You use to get the cheers of these fans...and your gonna trade it all in for what a gravy train? I can tell you first hand…Fallen Angel, Ian Monks…you couldn't trust them as far as you can throw them! Whether you hate us or not, don't throw your careers away on a couple of manipulating assholes.

JK: Manipulating…you know what manipulation is Mike…when we thought anyone in this arena gave a damn about us. We busted our asses until a couple of nostalgic tag teams came back and these people here booed the hell out of us!

RP: Maybe it's because you're a complete dick as well!

(KNIGHT DROPS THE MICROPHONE AND WALKS TO THE RING. MANNY DROPS THE BELTS AND THEY GO NOSE TO NOSE WITH THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION AS THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET CHEERING AS THE TRASH TALK GOES BACK AND FORTH.)

*'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE*

SC: Oh my here comes Fallen Angel…

(HOWEVER NOBODY COMES OUT. MIKE AND RHYS TURN TO SEE WHATS GOING ON AND ARE COLD CLOCKED BY PROJECT NOVA! THE NOVAS ROLL THEM INTO THE RING AND EXECUTE THE 'STAR DESTROYER' ON BOTH MEN LEAVING THEM FOR DEAD. IAN MONKS SMILES AS HE AND LAO MAKE THEIR WAY UP THE RAMP APPLAUDING THE WORK OF PROJECT NOVA. WHOM STAND OVER THE FALLEN BODIES OF THE FC HOLDING THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS HIGH.)

[FLASHBACK: PIMP IN BEATS FALLEN ANGEL FOR THE WORLD TITLE FOR A RECORD SETTING 7TH TIME AT DEATH OR GLORY 2008.]

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: Welcome back folks and it seems both Mike Mitchell and Rhys Pect needed help from the back, this in my mind almost confirming Project Nova are in league with Ian Monks and Fallen Angel.

SJ: Well, we know Angel has heavily made it clear he wanted to roll with the Novas and it seems both of them understand now that these fans will never except them like they have The Flawless Connection.

SC: Tonight we will see Mike Mitchell despite injury go one on one with Jayden Knight and with what we have just seen the temperature has just risen in this match.

SJ: I cant understand what Project Nova need to prove further to these guys. I mean surely the fact they are taken on three teams in a gauntlet match next week just shows they are the greatest of all time.

SC: Unless one of those teams causes an upset Snoop…

SJ: Ha!

SC: Speaking of the perennial upset makers…Civil Unrest caused another major upset at Death or Glory 2008 taking the win, with three survivors as well. Tonight their leader and DWIWF North American Champion Georgie Nickles does not rest as she defends the gold against Randall Dylan.

SJ: HER BIGGEST FAN!

SC: Probably not in the way she hoped…let's go to Jaycee Hall…

TITLE - North American

Georgie Nickles (c) vs Randall Dylan

(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…Randall Dylan!!!

SC: Captain Creepy is here and he is after one thing...whether thats the belt or Georgie Nickles is to be decided.

SJ: She's been giving him the come on for weeks...

SC: Your an idiot...

JH: And his opponent...

*'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…she is the DWIWF North American Champion...Georgie Nickles!!!

SC: Michael of course so key in letting Tank loose on the POW at Death or Glory 2008, you think he might have a trick or two up his sleeve tonight.

SJ: Making it through the match without pissing his adult diapers would be a start...

SC: WILL YOU STOP!

FINISH...Nickles obviously feeling slightly uneasy given Dylan's unhealthy obsession with her starts the match on the back foot looking for a chance to expose the Dylan weaknesses. Dyan to his credit keeps Nickles at bay for a lot of the opening sequence of action as she searches for inspiration. From nowhere the Champ finds her mojo mid match scoring a series of high risk offense to keep Dylan at bay. A few near falls has Georgie wondering what she has to do to put Dylan down for the count, but then disaster strikes, missing an attack in the corner, Dylan counters Georgie with a huge boot to the face. He lifts her up and delivers the 'Dylan Driver' he covers here and gets the three.

Winner, via pinfall and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Randall Dylan

Match Time: 14m00s

Match Rating: 4.5 Stars

SC: Dylan has the victory...wait a minute this sicko is going to get involved now. Michael trying to stop this. He just slammed a fist into Dylan's jaw!

SJ: Old man get out of the ring!

SC: Dylan caught the second attempted punch...he HAS LIFTED MICHAEL OFF HIS FEET BY HIS WRISTS!

SJ: LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF RANDALL DYLAN!

SC: Wait...here comes the cavalry...it's TANK! TANK HAS COME TO HELP THEM!

SJ: Stupid Tank...

Tank hits the ring and spears Dylan into the corner. He pulls Michael close to him to protect him and tends to Georgie as the new DWIWF North American Champion is out cold thanks to Tank.

(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SEBASTIAN CROSS STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.)

MM: Sebastian...your family united and of course drawing number 24 in the rumble for Dependence Day 9 has to have you feeling good.

SC: Well, I won't have to go half as long as I did last year to take back what is rightfully mine the World title.

MM: A truer point never been made, but what tactics do the rest of the rumble, especially those early wrestlers need to imploy.

SC: Hope, I am having an off day...

(MAHONEY SMILES WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN SANDY MAKEL WALKS INTO VIEW. THE CROWD HASN'T SEEN HIM FOR SOMETIME DESPITE HIM OBVIOUSLY BEING AT DOG 2008. CROSS MEETS HIM WITH A GLARE.)

SM: Hey guys...

MM: Hi

SC: Go fuck yourself!

SM: Woah...hostility HQ...I just came to give you a present actually. A little toy for your son.

(CROSS RIPS THE TEDDY OUT THE HANDS OF MAKEL AND GETS IN HIS FACE.)

SC: Mind games...are we already there Sandy.

(MAKEL SMIRKS AND SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS.)

SC: You know, I have been waiting a long ass time to get you back in the ring after your quick exit last time from the T.F.W.F.. Plagued by the thoughts of losing huh?

(MAKEL'S SMIRK FADES. HE GOES NOSE TO NOSE WITH SEBASTIAN.)

SM: The thing is when your a gambler like me Cross...sometimes you win and sometimes you do lose. But remember this...I got a lot more chips to be playing with this time around...a lot more.

SC: Take the bullshit out with you Makel. Your little innuendos aren't going to fly with me. If you want to settle this, you know the time and place.

SM: Sorry...I forgot my watch and calendar at home.

(CROSS SHAKES HIS HEAD AND BRIEFLY TURNS HIS HEAD TO MCMILLIAN WHO IS WATCHING INTENTLY. MAKEL PAUSES FOR A MOMENT AND THEN SLAMS A RIGHT HAND INTO THE FACE OF CROSS, KNOCKING HIM TO THE GROUND. HE THROWS KICKS INTO HIS MIDSECTION.)

SM: EVERYTIME I HEAR MY VOICE I AM REMINDED OF YOU...

(CROSS STAMPS ON THE KNEE OF CROSS AS HE LOOKS ON IN AGONY.)

SM: From now on everytime you take a bath...I want you to see my face.

(HE STAMPS ON THE KNEE FURTHER AND FURTHER LIKE A MAN POSSESSED.)

SM: And if you can pull yourself out of the tub...and you want a piece of me before the rumble...Dependence Day 9 has a vacancy!

(MAKEL GRABS THE KNEE AND WRAPS IT INTO A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK AS CROSS WRITHES IN AGONY. SECURITY EVENTUALLY BREAKS THE HOLD AS MAKEL GETS TO HIS FEET.)

SM: Looks like I just upped the anti...

(MAKEL WALKS OFF WITH MAHONEY IN SHOCK ABOUT WHAT HE HAS JUST SEEN.)

(ACTION CHANGES TO JAMES MATTHEWS BACKSTAGE TALKING WITH SETH BLACK.)

SB: I can't believe me...Seth Black nailed number 28 for the rumble...what number did you get again?

JM: 21...

SB: Thats like a whole 7 places before me...man are you going to be pissed when I come out and win it all.

JM: Thats shit...did you hear what Mr. Monks announced at the top of the show? Effectively gave me one half of the Tag Team titles.

SB: Well Mr. Monks personally called me to tell me he was going to hang a picture of me in the T.F.W..F offices as the new Hardcore Champion.

JM: Well he told me that he is going to rename the Tag Team titles James Matthews + 1 belts!

(LAUGHING CAN BE HEARD AS PHENOM WALKS AROUND THE CORNER. THE CROWD POP ON SEEING HIM IN THE ARENA.)

P: I heard a rumour too...

(BLACK ELBOWS MATTHEWS IN THE SIDE.)

SB: That Right Said Fred stole your hairdo...

(MATTHEWS STARTS LAUGHING. PHENOM FAKE LAUGHS AND THEN STOPS.)

P: No...that POW actually stands for...Pussies of Wrestling...

JM: TAKE THAT BACK!

P: What are you like 12?

SB: Let me handle this James...I think you will find old fart that the POW are taking names and kicking asses at the moment.

P: I must have missed that entire sequence at D.O.G. 2008.

JM: He is right you got eliminated early Seth...

SB: SHUT UP!

P: I just want you boys to take a good long look at the next European Champion. You see unlike you guys...I don't just talk a big game...I DELIVER A MONSTER PERFORMANCE.

JM: Like when?

P: I have been wrestling here for 8 years kid. Since you guys pride yourselves on beating up newcomers...why don't we flip the tables and one of you bad boys step in the ring with the Phenom at Dependence Day 9?

SB: More than happy to!

P: Then its settl...

SB:...Matthews is gonna kick your ass!

JM: What the fuck...

SB: Don't be coy James...you totally said you could kick this old farts ass. I would do it myself, but I got to be concentrating on my entrance to the ring for the rumble.

(PHENOM SMILES AT MATTHEWS.)

P: Oh shit...you have no idea how much fun this is going to be.

(PHENOM WALKS OFF. MATTHEWS LOOKS AT BLACK.)

JM: What the fuck was all that about?

SB: You don't think I should change my entrance for the rumble? I was thinking of having...

(MATTHEWS HAS HAD ENOUGH AND WALKS OFF LEAVING BLACK PERPLEXED SLIGHTLY.)

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: Two matches added to the card for Dependence Day 9...the long awaited Makel and Cross rematch as well as James Matthews vs. the veteran Phenom and I don't think Matthews was overly pleased about being put into that predicament by Black.

SJ: Are you kidding James Matthews thrives on pressure. You could put him in the middle of the dessert and the man would navigate his way back to civilization without a care in the world.

SC: Thats a rather strange analogy.

SJ: Isn't it just...

SC: Anyway what about Makel with that cheap shot on Cross.

SJ: He had it coming...poor Sandy now sounds like Bea Arthur thanks to Sebastian Cross and now its time for revenge.

SC: Speaking of revenge, I am sure thats exactly whats on APB's mind as he faces off against T.F.W.F. newcomer...Tank!

Tank vs APB

(BELL RINGS.)

JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...

*'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS*

(CROWD BOO. 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: The POW plan came undone at Death or Glory 2008, APB looking to put it back on track here tonight.

SJ: Well, would you expect some 270 pound mental dude to run out at the end of the match and start throwing punches!

SC: Plan for anything is the best way to survive in the T.F.W.F..

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 newest member of Civil Unrest and rumours backstage circulating is that he and Georgie Nickles have been seen in close quarters.

SJ: I think you will find she is taken by someone...

SC: Jackson?

SJ: Who? No, I mean Randall Dylan.

SC: Idiot...

FINISH...No love lost between these two as a powerful Tank gets schooled in some wrestling holds from the experienced APB to start the match. Tank seems frustrated finding things aren't going his way as APB seems to mock the big man with some real nice classic APB holds and moves. As it seems everything is going in his favour, Tank explodes spearing APB to the ground and following up with a 3 series of power moves catching the sneaky veteran off guard. Amanda looks to protest on the outside, but there on the scene is Georgie Nickles fresh from her own fight earlier she grabs Amanda and tosses her head first into the steel steps. Tank lifts APB delivering the 'Black Top' grabbing the three count in the middle of the ring.

Winner, via pinfall: Tank

Match Time: 11m20s

Match Rating: 3.5 Stars

(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO JOSE RAMON BEING SHOT IN A VARIETY OF ANGLES BY A PHOTOGRAPHER.)

JR: Make sure you get my good side...

P: Whats that?

JR: Everyside...

(THE PHOTOGRAPHER ROLLS HIS EYES AS JOSE PULLS OUT A SERIES OF MOODY POSES FOR THE PICTURES. ROADBLOCK WALKS IN AND STARES AT JOSE WHO IS WEARING A 'RAMONG' HIS OWN LINE OF THONG. JOSE BECOMES A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE AS ROADBLOCK IS JUST STARING IN AMAZEMENT.)

JR: Bet your wondering whos taking the photos. This is Zaziah from a famous magazine.

P: My name is Rick.

JR: (ignoring Rick) and of course, I only work with the big magazines...wheres my cooling down towel.

(RICK WHISPERS IN ROADBLOCKS EAR.)

R: Its for a new magazine called Jose Weekly...funded by him.

JR: Did you say something Zaziah?

R: Can we hurry this up I hear there is a park with some nice ducks nearby which would be great for my freelance work.

JR: (ignoring Rick further) So your Roadblock huh...listen here Blocky...I got a match with your buddy Exile next week on Mayhem...with my LHW title on the line. I just was wondering if you could relay a message to him.

(ROADBLOCK NODS, BUT IS FASCINATED BY THE 'RAMONG'. JOSE LOOKS AROUND UNCOMORTABLE.)

JR: Tell him from me...he sucks!

(RAMON BACKS UP LOOKING PLEASED WITH HIS COMMENTS. ROADBLOCK STILL LOOKS SPACED OUT.)

JR: So your going to tell him right?

(ROADBLOCK AGAIN DOESN'T MOVE.)

JR: STOP STARING AT ME!!!!!!

(ROADBLOCK SNAPS OUT OF IT AND WALKS OFF. JOSE LOOKS ON USING HIS TOWEL IN AREAS EVEN RICK DOESN'T LOOK IMPRESSED WITH.)

JR: Let's get back to it Zaziah...time is money...

R: (under his breath) Your money...

(SCENE CHANGES TO KIRSTA LEWIS STANDING BACKSTAGE WITH MAHONEY MCMILLAN.)

MM: Kirsta...you did a bit of a round the houses with your gold at DOG 2008...now your the European Champion.

KL: Queen of Europe more like...

MM: You really think that?

KL: Yeah where are we Iceland...

MM: Finland.

KL: Whatever...might as well call it Kirstaland.

MM: (groans)

KL: It was a point dumbass...I am the most dominant female athlete to ever grace the ring and whether I go they should name it after me. The Queen of Europe...Kirsta Lewis.

MM: How do you prepare for a match like you have to this week.

KL: Like I do every match...with winning on my mind.

MM: And next week against Phenom?

KL: You would have thought he would have got the lesson by now...but some of these Haven boys are a little slow on the uptake so to speak. There is no way on God's green earth...I am losing gold and come DD9...I will be adding even more to my resume.

(KIRSTA PLAYFULLY SMACKS MAC AROUND THE CHOPS AND WALKS OFF.)

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: RAMONG! What the hell...

SJ: I am wearing one now...in fact two.

SC: (sighs) Let's go to Jaycee...and see what Brandon Thornton can bring to the T.F.W.F..

Brandon Thornton vs James Matthews

(BELL RINGS.)

JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...

*'HEROES' - SHINEDOWN PLAYS*

(NEW WRESTLER REACTION. THE T.A.T. SHOWS AN IMAGE OF A HOODED MAN RUNNING THE ROCKY STEPS IN PHILADELPHIA. IMAGES OF BRANDON THORNTON FIGHTING OVER HIS CAREER ARE SHOWN FROM A YOUNG AGE TO SOME OF HIS MOST RECENT FIGHTS. THE WORDS 'ONE MORE ROUND' FLY ONTO THE T.A.T.. BRANDON WALKS OUT SLAPPING HANDS WITH THE FANS AND WALKING TO THE RING.)

JH: Making his way towards the ring from Birmingham, Alabama...weighing 251 pounds...Brandon Thornton!!!

SC: What a pedigree this guy brings to T.F.W.F..

SJ: Never heard of him...

SC: You really are an ass!

JH: And his opponent...

*'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: Scheduled to meet Phenom at DD9...James Matthews might be walking into problems here as well.

SJ: I see this as a typical POW new wrestler welcome...

SC: Let's hope he shows Thornton some more respect than that.

FINISH...A real topsey turvey back and forth clash sees the new blood Thornton and Matthews battle back and forth with neither man getting a clear advantage. Matthews at one stage looks to have Thornton in trouble, but the travelled and seasoned wrestler gets the crowd behind him and uses his speed advantage to over turn Matthews on numerous occassions. The finish could go either way, when Randall Dylan walks the aisle. Knowing he would face Thornton next week he enters the ring and grabs Thornton around the throat and chokeslams him to the mat. Matthews doesn't seem overly pleased picking up the DQ loss, but when Dylan offers Thornton up as a play thing for his POW team mate, Matthews is more than happy to oblidge nailing a 'End of Days' on the T.F.W.F. rookie. Dylan and Matthews survey the damage they have done as they exchange a high five and walk to the back. Matthews can be seen mouthing the words 'welcome to the T.F.W.F.' in typical POW fashion to the downed Thornton.

Winner, via DQ: Brandon Thornton

Match Time: 10m39s

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 just before the break...POW once more interfering in a match.

SJ: Welcome to the T.F.W.F. Brandon...hahahaha!

SC: One match we saw take a turn early was Mitchell and Knight as it seems the war between the FC and the Novas is far from being over.

Jayden Knight vs Mike Mitchell

(BELL RINGS.)

JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...

*'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS*

(CROWD HEAT ON A LARGE SCALE. THE NOVAS INTRO BEGINS, BUT KNIGHT IS NO FAN FAIR AS HE WALKS TO THE RING LIKE A MAN POSSESSED.)

JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Fransico, California...weighing 207 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jayden Knight!!!

SC: An arrogant piece of crap who has really shown his true colours as of late Snoop.

SJ: I LIKE HIM!

SC: You would...

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: Mitchell maybe feeling the conclusion of that 'Star Destroyer' from earlier...

SJ: He shouldn't have fucked with the Novas then.

FINISH...A potential match of the night candidate as Knight and Mitchell put on clinics of speed vs technical perfection. Knight's aerial outing is some of the best we have ever seen from him in singles competition and the consistantly brilliant Mitchell does not disappoint. Mitchell seems to have gained the upperhand when all of a sudden to the shock of everyone Kirsta Lewis hops the guard rail. She sullies up to the ring and as Knight argues a referees quick count slides into the ring delivering a 'HBE' to the back of Mike's head!!! Sliding out like a slippery assassin, Kirsta backs up the ramp smiling that sexy, but poison filled smile. Knight gets onto the top rope and for exclamation nails a frog splash though not required as Mike Mitchell is out for the count.

Winner, via pinfall: Jayden Knight

Match Time: 15m59s

Match Rating: 4.5 Stars

(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO MAHONEY MCMILLIAN RUNNING AROUND LIKE A MAD MAN.)

MM: KIRSTA LEWIS! CAN I HAVE A WORD! WHY ON EARTH DID YOU JUST LEVEL MIKE MITCHELL WITH THE 'HBE'?

KL: Cause I could...

(SHE WINKS AND GOES TO WALK OFF. MAC ISNT PLEASED.)

MM: Missy you come back here and explain yourself...

(LEWIS STOPS IN HER TRACKS AND LAUNCHES INTO ANOTHER HBE AND NAILS MAC TO THE FLOOR. SHE STANDS OVER HIM.)

KL: I don't have to explain myself...to anyone...let alone a little pissant like you!

(SHE WALKS OFF LAUGHING TO HERSELF AS EMTS TRY AND HELP MAC.)

(MAYHEM MOMENT: JAMES MATTHEWS GETS SIGNED UP TO MEET PHENOM BY SETH BLACK!)

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: What agenda has Lewis in attacking Mike Mitchell and effectively helping Jayden Knight a man who she has never ever seen eye to eye with.

SJ: I don't know...but I get the impression the T.F.W.F. is due some big changes. Some people just seem sick and tired of this whole running wild stuff.

SC: Do you know something?

SJ: I know you need to brush more...

SC: (sigh) Let's go to Jaycee...

Eaton Gore vs Aaron Roberts

(BELL RINGS.)

JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...

*DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDRAYNE PLAYS*

(BIG ASS CROWD POP. A SILKY SNAKE CAN BE SEEN ON THE T.A.T. COMING OUT OF A WOVEN BASKET. THE WORDS AARON ROBERTS APPEAR WITH THE SIGNATURE COBRA SIGN AND A FEW ROBERTS MOVES.)

JH: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!!

SC: Solid display from Aaron at the PPV and you know he is eyeing those Tag Team titles a division he really has made his name in before.

SJ: As what? Second runner up...

SC: You know...you could lose the sarcasm every now and again.

SJ: Then this show would suck!

JH: And his opponent...

*'SUGAR SUGAR' - THE ARCHIES PLAYS*

(BIG ASS 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: Everyone's favourite Cannibal!!!

SJ: Thats the most bizzare thing you have ever said. The mans an idiot.

SC: Eaton after a tough loss has got Excalibur back and is looking to dish out some punishment.

SJ: A fucking snake and a human eater with a fork...I am going for a nap.

FINISH...Gore spends the entire opening segment running around the ring looking like he might have had too much sugar, why Roberts keeps checking on his guitar which he now brings with him to the ring. As comedy ensues, Eaton picks up the guitar which is the first reason Aaron is sent into a frenzy beating the holy hell out of Gore for threatening his guitar. Eaton though is back up moments later and uses Aaron's distraction to deliver his own unique Gore offense moments later. With the match see sawing back and forth it seems anything can happen and its Eaton that sneaks a win though Roberts wasn't far off one himself. Headbutting Roberts in the lower regions Eaton hits a spinning ddt and covers Aaron for the three count. As Roberts kick out is just shy of stopping the three he is to his feet. He extends his hand and Eaton shakes it. Roberts grabs his guitar and the two walk up the aisle as Roberts strums along with Eaton seemingly enjoying the 'Eat Me' song this time around.

Winner, via pinfall: Eaton Gore

Match Time: 13m22s

Match Rating: 3.5 Stars

[HYPE VIDEO: DEPENDENCE DAY 9...JULY 11TH...WASHINGTON DC...WHO CAN YOU DEPEND ON.]

(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.)

(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.)

Phenom/Exile vs Dorian Wong/Seth Black

(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: He mentioned tonight his draw for the rumble being something to behold...number 28...only Dylan and Hunter got better numbers.

SJ: And Seth is working on an entrance.

SC: (groans.)

JH: And his partner...

*'APOCALYPSE PLEASE' - MUSE PLAYS*

(MAJOR CROWD HEAT. DORIAN WONG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A REVOLVING MANICAL GRIN IN HIS T.A.T. IMAGE AS HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A DISTURBING GRIN OF HIS OWN. JACK AND JILL CARTWHEEL NEAR HIM EITHER SIDE.)

JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Jack and Jill...from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Dorian Wong!!!

SC: When you look into the eyes of the madman its a scary place.

SJ: Look at his crotch then...

SC: Idiot...

JH: And their opponents...

*'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 WORD...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: Exile and Black of course get a chance for T.F.W.F. gold next week as does Phenom and with Dorian as the IC Champion this could be a hell of an indicator to how its all going to go down.

SJ: There in totally different matches dumbass.

SC: I MEANT...nevermind.

SJ: And I'm the idiot!

JH: And his partner...

*'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS*

(MASSIVE CROWD POP. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..)

JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds… Phenom!!!

SC: Phenom got to be thinking about what he has seen from a very vindictive Kirsta Lewis tonight.

SJ: That and maybe the fact Wong kicked his ass at the PPV.

SC: Phenom has always said the best revenge is one served by him.

SJ: He's a waiter?

SC: Seriously...do not talk for the rest of this broadcast.

FINISH...An interesting tag team affair as all four men's different styles come out on show. Black seems somewhat uncomfortable with working with Wong and Wong...well seems like Wong! On the other side of things the indifferent Phenom who seems slightly bizzare in comments he made this week doesn't seem to be dealing with with the laid back Exile and at stages their tags are less than friendly. With Wong on a roll it carries through to this match. Exile's flying missile drop kick near on plants Black out of the ring, but Wong is on hand to throw the flyer out after him. Looking to seize an advantage Phenom charges with a clothesline, but plants him with the 'Last Laugh' unable to recover Wong picks up the three and win for his team.

Winners, via pinfall: Dorian Wong & Seth Black

Match Time: 12m39s

Match Rating: 3.5 Stars

(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL LOOKING PISSED OFF AN ON HIS CELLPHONE THE HEAT IN THE ARENA ECHOS THROUGH.)

FA: Number 17...its fucking ridiculous...when that son of a bitch left they should have reawarded me the title....yeah...no...talk to you later. I got another call.

(HE FLICKS THE NUMBER OVER ON HIS CELL.)

FA: Hey...yeah...well what did I tell you guys...yeah...no appreciation...you know what you got to do...thats right...

(ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. ANGEL SAYS HIS GOODBYES. AND OPENS IT. HE SMILES AT THE PERSON AT THE DOOR BREAKING HIS PISSED OFF LOOK.)

FA: I got to say wonderful work tonight...

(BEFORE THE PERSON IS REVEALED THE CAMERA FADES OUT WITH THE MYSTERY PERSON UNKNOWN TO US ALL.)

(ACTION SHIFTS BACK TO TREMERE WAITING OUTSIDE THE EMTS STATION. SCREAMS OF PAIN CAN BE HEARD INSIDE. TREMERE OPENS THE DOOR.)

T: Is he ready or not?

(MORE SCREAMS OF ANGUISH CAN BE HEARD INSIDE. ALL OF A SUDDEN A COMMOTION CAN BE HEARD. CROSS HOBBLES OUT AND THE CROWD GOES NUTS.)

T: You ready to do this thing?

SC: Try and fucking stop me...

(TREMERE SMILES.)

T: I can't be fucked...

(EVEN CROSS ALMOST AFFORDS A SMILE AS THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY THROUGH THE ARENA.)

(RINGSIDE.)

SC: I can't believe Cross is going to wrestle tonight after what went down between him and Makel earlier tonight.

SJ: What an ass...does he not know Sandy has owned him on live TV.

SC: The man has guts Snoop and I think Sandy might live to regret that move.

Fallen Angel/Kirsta Lewis vs Sebastian Cross/Tremere

(BELL RINGS.)

JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...

*'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS*

(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.)

JH: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...she is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Kirsta Lewis!!!

SC: Well for the folks at home wondering Mac is backstage in a hell of a lot of pain thanks to this little madame.

SJ: Someone is actually wondering that at home...what a loser.

SC: Probably the same someone who wants to see you out of a job!

SJ: Mac is worried about himself at home?

JH: And her 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…Fallen Angel!!!

SC: I am still perplexed on who Angel was so pleased with earlier tonight.

SJ: Probably himself and he has every right to be so.

SC: So your saying he answered the door to a mirror?

SJ: Possibly...

SC: Well whatever your warped view, something fishy is going on in T.F.W.F..

JH: And their opponents...

*'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: He didn't win the Hardcore title at the PPV, but Tremere has positioned himself once more for a big shot at gold.

SJ: His bag of tricks is so old I am surprised it hasn't rusted.

SC: I don't think you should underestimate him.

SJ: Well I will...so there!

JH: And his partner...

*'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS*

(SUPER BIG 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 had a grimmace on his face when he performed that spin.

SJ: I think he is faking the whole damn thing...typical Cross.

SC: The man near had his knee broken by Makel!

SJ: Special effects...

FINISH...A great main event sees 4 of the best going back and forth, though the chemistry between Kirsta and Angel is well noted in their fluid tags. Cross spends a lot of the time nursing his busted knee and forces Tremere who is more than happy to oblidge into doing a lot of the dirty work for his team. When Tremere is eventually cut off it is a hot tag to Cross which turns the tide back in the favour of the his team. He somehow through the will of God delivers a drop kick onto Angel sending the big man out of the ring. Kirsta looks like a cat to seize the advantage, but Cross ducks her HBE and follows up with a version of his own!!!! With the pain cascading on his face having to put all his weight on the fucked up leg he falls onto Kirsta and gets a standing ovation as he grabs the 3 count and win.

Winners, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross & Tremere

Match Time: 18m33s

Match Rating: 4 Stars

With Angel pulling himself back into the ring and Cross collapsing into the corner. Somewhat waits for more drama to unfold.

*'TRIUMPH' - THE WU-TANG CLAN PLAYS*

SC: OH GOD IT'S MIKE AND RHYS!

SJ: Kirsta get the hell out of there!

Mitchell with an ice pack strapped to the back of his head walks out with Rhys Pect both with microphones in hand.

RP: I guess the world wants to know what the fuck is going on here then Miss Lewis!

Rhys gets in her face as neither are stranger to one another. Lewis whom is groggy getting up all of a sudden is overshadowed by Fallen Angel standing over her protecting her. Rhys looks around shocked at what he is seeing, but Mike holds his calm.

MM: So thats how it is...is it...well...since your here anyway Angel we decided to pay a little tribute to your wonderful result at D.O.G. 2008...

SC: What the hell do the Flawless Connection have planned?

SJ: Bingo!

SC: What?

SJ: Maybe its bingo...

SC: Shut up...

*'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS*

(ENORMOUS CROWD POP AS STREET CLOTHED TIGER YOUNG WANDERS ONTO THE STAGE AND JOINS THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION IN THE RING.)

RP: Now neither Mike nor me have ever seen eye to eye with this guy...but since DOG 2008 was his last match...we thought he might want to come back just to tell us all what his favourite part of the PPV was.

TY: Thank you fucktard...

(TIGER SNATCHES THE MIC FROM RHYS. CROWD LAUGH AS RHYS LETS THE FUCKTARD COMMENT GO SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS AND SMILING.)

TY: You know of all the moments in that match which I loved the most...is knowing that in this ring here tonight stands the future of the T.F.W.F. which will see you buried. But it was the past that handed you your ass at D.O.G. 2008 and I couldnt leave the T.F.W.F. without standing across from you and watching you watch it replay one more time on the Tron!

(CROWD POP AS ANGEL IS TOTALLY OUT NUMBERED WITH LEWIS DOWN STILL, CROSS PROPPED UP IN THE CORNER, TREMERE SURVEYING THE ACTION AND THE FC WITH YOUNG RIGHT IN HIS MUSH. THE GRIN ON THE INTRUDERS FACES ARE PRICELESS.)

TY: Roll the VT...

SC: We are going to see this again...WAIT A MINUTE! JUST A DAMN SECOND FROM THE CROWD!

SJ: It's Project Nova!!!!!!!!

The Novas slide into the ring with chairs. Manny levels Tremere to the ground with catching him on the back of the head. Jayden slams one into the face of Rhys and then 'JK47' right to Mike Mitchell!!!! Cross tries to hobble out of the corner, but Angel bullrushes him and clotheslines him over the top rope sending the fan favourite crashing to the outside. Kirsta gets to her feet as The Novas, her and Angel surround Tiger Young.

FA: You still want to play the footage you son of a bitch!

Tiger swingd a right hand, but Manny grabs his arm and shifts him nailing an European Uppercut. Like a flash the Novas execute the famed 'Star Destroyer' on Young leaving him lying helpless in the ring. Angel opens one of the chairs and whacks it on his head twice drawing immense blood. He sits on it backwards ala Fonzie and looks down on Young with the bar of the chair over the fallen legends throat.

FA: You see Tiger...even on your way out...I still got your number...

He stands up

FA: And for all you fucks who haven't realized what the score is now. Take a look at the T.F.W.F. Not the past...not the present...not the future...take a look at the T.F.W.F. right here and now...Project Nova...Kirsta Lewis...and Fallen Angel...THE CAREER KILLERS!

The heat in the arena is terrible as Angel smiles.

FA: And just like us....

He smiles at Young who is spitting blood.

FA: You're OVER!

SJ: YES YES YES!!!!!!

SC: A historical moment in what should have been a parting shot by a surprising Tiger Young to Fallen Angel has turned topsey turvey. Tremere, Cross, The Flawless Connection and of course Young all victim of what is arguably the most shocking moment in some time. The biggest secret since DOG has apparently been the plotting of these four to form a group known as The Career Killers and they have just shipped Tiger out of the T.F.W.F. in the worst possible way!

SJ: This is it Scoop...the world has been waiting for this and the TCK have just asked the world...have you ever felt fear like this before.

SC: I can't believe what we have seen tonight. With three big matches for DD9 announced as well...with the gold of the T.F.W.F. on the line next week...with the rumble for the World title around the corner and of course with this...THE CAREER KILLERS...shocking the world on Mayhem...what else is in store for the T.F.W.F.!

(THE SHOW FADES ON THE TCK HOLDING EACH OTHERS ARMS UP IN CELEBRATION TO THE GARBADGE BEEN THROWN INTO THE RING WITH A BOOING FINNISH CROWD.)