Saturday 16th February 2008- King of Death Match Tournament- Los Angles, California - The Coliseum Rest of Card- New York, New York - Madison Square Garden |
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[FLASHBACK: HIGHTLIGHTS OF THE QUALIFIERS WHICH CHOSE THE 8 PARTICIPANTS FOR THIS YEARS KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES ALONGSIDE SOME OF THE FAMED VICTORIES OVER THE YEARS. FURTHER HIGHLIGHTS SHOW THE DRAMATIC LADDER MATCH FOR THE WORLD TITLE WHICH SAW SEBASTIAN CROSS LIVE OUT HIS DREAM AND BECOME CHAMPION. THE AFTERMATH WHICH SEES JAMES ONLEE VICIOUS ATTACK AND THE FEELINGS OF THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE JOEY LUPINO IS HIGHLIGHTED WITH THE NOTION THE THREE WILL MEET HERE TONIGHT!] (THE SCREEN SPLITS IN TWO SHOWING THE CAMERAS PANNING AROUND THE COLLESIUM IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA AND MADISON SQUARE GARDEN IN NEW YORK WHERE THE TWO CARDS WILL TAKE PLACE. FINALLY THE SCREEN BECOMES ONE AND SHOWS SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE IN NEW YORK.) SC: WELCOME EVERYONE TO NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 8! LIVE FROM BOTH NEW YORK AND LOS ANGELES WHERE WE WILL HAVE A NEW KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES FOR 2008 AS WELL AS 6 TITLE MATCHES HERE IN NEW YORK INCLUDING A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH FOR THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP… SJ: Scoop, tonight is about The Reverend James Onlee's progression to the next level. Sebastian Cross and Joey Lupino are running scared, they have never faced a man as sadistic, as cruel as James Onlee. A man who is going to make them beg for their lives in ring tonight. SC: Nobody can deny the submission expert style of Onlee, but tonight he will be tested to the extreme. Joey Lupino the peoples Champion a man who has overcome his demons in his life to win the World title on the grandest stage of them all, only to lose it months later to a man who has been a thorn in his sides for so long the explosive enigma…Sebastian Cross. SJ: You mark my words tonight…James Onlee is going to preach to the masses who do not here him and its simple…if you haven't heard him yet, you soon will as the next World Heavyweight Champion! SC: Of course the excitement in New York is only matched by that in Los Angeles where tonight a new King shall be crowned for 2008, lets cross live to Mahoney McMillian and his co commentator for tonight…The Ultimate Scally! (CROSS TO L.A.) MM: Thank you gentlemen tonight sitting by my side on an upside down bucket is none other than former 20 time Hardcore Champion and also former King of the Deathmatches himself…The Ultimate Scally… US: Piss and shit Mahoney!!! MM: Indeed…Scally, you as a former King. What do these 8 men have to do tonight to walk out with the title of King of the Deathmatches. US: When you got snot in your hair…barbwire in your eyes…blood pouring down your throat into the pit of your stomach, your still throwing punches! MM: Of course of the 8 men, only one has ever been King before and that man is Tremere a man who has rivaled you for the claim of Hardcore T.F.W.F. US: I am Scally to the core you wanker! MM: Sorry…I have a feeling it is going to be a long night back to you guys! (CROSS TO NY) SJ: Ha! Mahoney is stuck with Scally…what an ass… SC: (under breath) I know how he feels… SJ: Huh? SC: Nevermind…speaking of controversy no title has caused so much controversy over the last few months than the DWIWF North American title. Since its reinception late last year three people have already held it with more controversy than a… SJ: (interrupting) Michael Jackson sleepover? SC: Ummm I guess…anyway the current Champion former CWA superstar Xander Hayes tonight must face a set of foes where when you are eliminated…you become a lumberjack. Yes that's right a lumberjack…lets see how this one came about. JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is an elimination match for the DWIWF North American Championship… *'HIT THE FLOOR' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (CROWD BOO. T.A.T. FOOTAGE OF THE OVER THE TOP DESTRUCTION AND DEVASTATION WHICH EPSILON CAUSES IS SHOWN. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE EMMOTIONLESS AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A PURPOSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Casper, Wyoming…weighing 293 pounds…Epsilon!!! SC: Near three hundred pounds of powerhouse here Snoop and of course the inside of a prison cell is no stranger to the career of Epsilon. SJ: Epsilon will rape you! SC: WHAT! SJ: Nevermind… JH: Introducing… *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...Jose Ramon!!! SC: Here comes the fork thief himself…Jose Ramon! God he makes me sick. SJ: Makes you sick? This man is probably the greatest wrestler in this match not to hold the title. I mean how close does he have to get? SC: It could well be his night tonight Snoop…he has the speed factor without a doubt. JH: Introducing… *'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: This match just got bigger! He won the vacant title last year and set the standard. Randall Dylan has been impressing for months now, can he convert this opportunity into his second reign? SJ: If anyone can its Big Bad Randy! JH: Introducing… *'SUGAR SUGAR' - THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH. EXCALIBUR-LESS ARM 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: Ramon might well have stolen "exaclibur", but we know what Eaton can bring to this match Snoop. SJ: He probably just views this as lunch… SC: I don't think Ramon is too comfortable with a hungry looking Eaton staring him down! JH: Introducing… *'DANCE OF THE CRAZY PILL' - X PLAYS* (BIG HEEL HEAT. XANDER HAYES WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES AN 'X' SIGN. "TEDDY" IS IN HOT PURSUIT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Teddy...weighing 210 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion…Xander Hayes!!! SC: This piece of crap lucked out to win the title when Eaton felt laying him on Ramon was a better piece of art work. SJ: Yeah, but look how he carries it Scoop…could Eaton Gore ever do that? I don't think so. Tonight Xander Hayes makes Gore a bigger laughing stock than he already is. The match begins... All five men are circling each other. Eaton Gore is the first man to show some initiative Gore springs into action and goes straight for Randall Dylan. Jose Ramon goes after Epsilon and Xander Hays joins in the fray going after both groups. Hayes punches Ramon then Epsilon before charging Gore and Dylan. This leads Ramon and Epsilon to charge Hayes. Gore gets back to his feet and kicks Ramon in the gut. He DDT's him to the ground. It's a whirlwind of action. All five men are punching, kicking and scratching each other. The fans are going wild, the announcers are going wild. It's crazy. Ramon slams Epsilon to the ground, turns around and gets superkicked by Dylan, who in turn turns around and gets DDT'd by Hayes, who then gets hit by a massive Lariat from Gore. Gore stands tall above the crowd of wrestlers in the ring. Except.... The other four all get to their feet and charge him. It's a wild clusterfunk of bodies in the ring. This Clusterfunk ends when Randal Dylan goes to clothesline Gore, Gore ducks and Dylan takes out Epsilon. Ramon superkicks Dylan and covers Epsilon for a 1..2..3.. Eliminated: Epsilon SC: My god! What action! This is crazy! Crazy I tell you. SJ: Yeah, it is. To bad Epsilon's out of it. SC: Well at least he's a Lumberjack now. SJ: And he's ok? The Middle of the match... The four survivors circle each other as Epsilon paces back and forth outside the ring. Now that they are down to even numbers, things tend to calm down a bit. Gore and Dylan go toe to toe as does Ramon and Hayes. Hayes takes control of Ramon. Gore and Dylan are brawling like madmen. Epsilon is pacing back and forth with more intensity. Once more, all four men meet up in the center of the ring. Chaos reigns as all four are trading moves back and forth with each other. Gore turns his attention to Hayes. He goes nuts on Hayes. Gore throws Hayes into the ropes, He ducks as Hayes comes back and tries to hit a forearm. Hayes hits Randall Dylan with it instead, Jose Ramon then hits a Bulldog on Hayes from out of the blue. Gore covers Dylan as Ramon falls on Hayes. Two Pinfalls! We have two Pinfalls. Eliminated: Xander Hayes and Randall Dylan SC: We're down to two! Two people left. SJ: This is great. The other three don't really look all that happy though. The End of the match... This is one hell of a clusterfunk of a match. But now that it's down to two men, Eaton Gore and Jose Ramon stare each other down. Both men are taking a slight breather, as Dylan, Hayes and Epsilon stare at them with a mixture of anger, anger and more anger (with just a little shame mixed in). Ramon makes the first move, and Gore meets him in the center of the ring. They lock up and push each other around the ring. Outside the ring, Epsilon accidentally brushes up against Randall Dylan. The two begin pushing each other and yelling at each other. Hayes comes over to break them up, and both men knock him down. Back in the ring, Ramon sends Gore into the ropes. Epsilon goes to pull Gores foot, but Dylan stops him and throws him into the steps. Gore bounces off the ropes and hits Ramon with a huge knee to the face. Gore covers Ramon. 1..2..3.... Winner, via pinfall and NEW DWIWF North
American Champion: Eaton Gore (CROSS TO LA) MM: Scally, the controversy still rages over that North American title… US: LETS GET SOME BLOOD SPILLING! MM: And we aim to please here at T.F.W.F.. Its our first round match up OF: This round one match and is a flaming casket match… *'MR. DISASTER' - THE MADHATS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN AND AMANDA WALK ONTO THE STAGE. HE HAS HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND SHE KNEELS DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HER ARMS STRETCHED WIDE. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! MM: Allen Bartsch, we have been alluding to for sometime has had this change of attitude Scally and since then APB has been someone that nobody wants to mess with. US: Who's that little lass with him? MM: Amanda…she's a slut…you'd love her… US: Does she like shit buckets? MM: She's married to one isn't she… OF: And his opponent… *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE WORDS 'HARDCORE ICON' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T. ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SOME OF HIS MOST BRUTAL MATCHES. TREMERE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS STRETCHED WIDE AND HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY BOWED.) OF: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 255 pounds… Tremere!!! MM: Thank you Ozzy and listen to this place go crazy for one of the favourites for this tournament and Scally the winner of the first ever King of the Deathmatches. US: Aye, very true Mahoney, Tremere brushes his teeth with barbwire and gargles with blood! MM: Course that famous victory came at the hands of a legend in this business called Pimp In. Tremere tonight must do it all again against 7 people who have never been King. The match begins... with APB bailing out of the ring as soon as Tremere hits the ring and Tremere tries to go after him, but APB dodges in and out of the ring to avoid Tremere until finally he catches him and stomps him down. APB goes to work on Tremere with more stomps and knee strikes trying to keep Tremere down, but Tremere's not going down that easy. APB hits the ropes coming back with a high knee attemptbut Tremere catches him and hits a kneebreaker followed immediately by a big back suplex to take control. Tremere has APB reeling early with successive body slams and follows up with repeated seated senton drops and tries for a leg drop off the ropes, but APB avoids. APB comes off the ropes with a rolling hip attack to take Tremere down and lines up for a running head punt but Tremere catches him coming in with a German suplex. Tremere looks to end it early, calling for the casket to be opened and hooking up APB for a DVD and tries to dump him over the top into the casket, but APB struggles out and snaps Tremere's throat across the ropes to stagger the Hardcore Icon before coming off the top at him with a diving double knee into a front lung blower. MM: OH! Allen Bartsch pulling out some surprise offense here. We don't see APB take those risks often, but in the KOTDM you can't afford to be tentative. US: Aye, you've got a point there Mahoney. Especially if you're newcomer, you'd better be prepared to bring all you've got. No sense playin' it safe when you're in there with tacks and tables and fire. MM: Indeed. After all, one of these men is going to be put in the casket and set alight here. You do what it takes to make sure it's not you. The middle of the match... sees APB regain control off the lungblower driving knees and elbows to the chest and finally he connects with a ribbreaker and heads to the second rope. He calls for the end and steps up onto top rope for a senton splash, but Tremere rolls out of the way and APB eats canvas. Tremere tries to come back but gets an STO backbreaker and APB gets control again. This time APB's taking no chances as he works over the body of Tremere, focussing on the mid-section to drive the oxygen supply out of him, and to this end he slaps on a rear naked choke camel clutch. The life drains out of Tremere as Amanda cheers for APB and the crowd boos loudly, rallying behind the Hardcore Icon. For a moment or two in seems like Tremere might fire up, but APB cuts him off with a drop down into the small of the back and follows up hooking up Tremere for a wheelbarrow facebuster and rolls with him towards the side of the ring where the casket is. APB calls for the casket to be opened as he brings Tremere to his feet and looks for a piledriver, but gets backdropped over the ropes and into the casket! The crowd cheers as Tremere positions the dazed APB in the casket and closes the lid on him - normally the end of a casket match - but he still needs to set the casket alight to win. Tremere goes out of the ring and retrieves a bottle of lighter fluid and doses the casket and calls for the ref to hand him a lighter, but before he can get it Amanda Bartsch hits the ring and grabs the lighter, fighting with the ref over it. Tremere's not about to stand for this and goes after Amanda, but this proves to be a mistake as Amanda pushes the ref over and lets off a fireball in Tremere's face! MM: OH!! What the hell?! That devious little bitch just suckered Tremere in and threw a fireball in his face! US: I can tell you for a fact Mahoney, that shit doesn't tickle. It was a smart move by Bartsch and his woman to have a Plan B. It's what you'd call 'a coward's move'. MM: Well, this underhanded plot executed to perfection it seems, not only has Amanda saved the match for APB, but now Tremere's flying blind! The finish sees... Bartsch come back, narrowly escaping defeat and returning to the ring to face a now semi-blind Tremere. He stalks the Hardcore Icon casually and patronisingly to BIG heat before finally he turns him around into the 'All Points Bulletin' to BIG TIME heat. He says it's over and calls for the casket to be opened and nonchalantly rolls Tremere over for what seems like the academic victory. He dumps Tremere into the casket and looks to close the lid, but Tremere just barely manages to block it and keep the lid open. APB tries with all his might to force the casket down but Tremere will not be denied. Amanda jumps on top of the casket lid to try and force the thing down and it seems the Bartsch's efforts are fruitful as the lid slowly goes down, but no, Tremere suddenly feels a burst of strength and hurls the lid back, sending Amanda flying to a HUGE ovation. Tremere fights out of the casket with Bartsch fighting to keep him inside as the two throttle each other through the ropes, but finally Tremere comes back, hooking APB's head to connect with a diamond cutter that drives APB's head square into the side of the ring! APB goes out like a light to a HUGE ovation and from there all Tremere has to do is drag him through the ropes and into the casket, closing it on APB as he exits. He extends his hand out to the ref for a lighter and holds it high in the air for the crowd before touching it to the casket's lid, and in a burst of flame Tremere takes the win. MM: He did it! Tremere has taken the victory in this hard fought match up! Against the combined efforts of both Allen AND Amanda Bartsch, the first ever King of the Deathmatch has advanced to the semi-finals! Winner and advancing in the tournament:
Tremere (CROSS TO NY) SC: Stunning scenes in that opening contest between Tremere and APB. SJ: Who is going to be King? SC: Well speaking of who is going to be, the question on many peoples minds is who is Iziah Hunter and what does the former service man have instore for the Madman of the T.F.W.F. and the newly crowned Hardcore Champion…The Peacemaker… (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship… *'HERE COMES THE PAIN' - SLAYER PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA LIGHTS FADE OUT SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH THE TRON SHOWING A FINGER TOUCHING LIPS IN A "SHHH" GESTURE INTERCUT BY RAPID IMAGES OF BRUTAL MATCHES. THREE LIGHTNING BOLTS SHOOT FROM THE LIGHT RIG ABOVE THE RING AND CRASH ONTO CENTER STAGE WITH AN EXPLOSION OF SMOKE AND STROBES. THE PEACEMAKER APPEARS THROUGH THE SMOKE STARING INTO THE RING WITH A MANIACAL LAUGH. HE THEN MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Manhatten, New York…weighing 259 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion…The Peacemaker!!! SC: The man who ended the reign of the legendary Tremere a few Mayhems ago and now faces a potential face from his past. SJ: Iziah Hunter thinks he is so big and mighty, well he is about to get a madman awakening tonight! JH: And his opponent… *'FINISH THE FIGHT' - MARTIN O'DONNELL PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. VARIOUS SERVICE AND ARMY BASED VIGS ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS IZIAH SAT IN A SEAT IN A TANK TOP RUNNING HIS DOG TAGS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS LOOKING INTENSLY AT THE CAMERA. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS PYROS GO OFF AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing 230 pounds…Iziah 'The Judge' Hunter!!! SC: He made a statement in January during his debut when he left the dog tags of his past on Maker's broken body, now he faces him one on one at Night of the Revolution 8. SJ: Iziah Hunter needs a big wake up call, this isnt some hazing in the services, he is about to step in the ring with one of the most dangerous men in wrestling. The two men circle each other in the ring
as Peacemaker makes the first move charging Hunter and taking him down
by the legs. Hunter quickly pushes Maker off and gets back to his feet
before connecting with a few punches that seem to have Maker stunned.
His attempt at a spinning elbow is ducked as the veteran Maker delivers
a huge back body drop. Maker with a few kicks to hunter on the ground
before picking him back up and attempting a body slam that sees Izah snatch
a arm and quickly roll it into a cross arm breaker. Maker breaks the hold
and scrambles out of the ring as he stares back inside at hunter. On the
outside Maker reaches under the ring and grabs a trashcan filled with
assorted weapons and heaves it inside at hunter who moves out of the way.
Hunter is the first to reach the can pulling out a stop sign and waiting
on Maker to enter back inside the ring. Winner,
via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: The Peacemaker MM: The drama which has unfolded here at Night of the Revolution 8 is unparralel, Maker and Hunter treating New York to a hell of an event of hardcore wrestling…but we are back here with Deathmatch wrestling…lets see how these two men…got here… OF: This round one match and is a fans bring your own weapons match… *'APOCALYPSE PLEASE' - MUSE PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. 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.) OF: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Jack and Jill...from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...Dorian Wong!!! MM: One eye on the prize and maybe that other eye on events in New York tonight as Dr. Miles Mills looks to create a bride for Dorian Wong. US: But could she become Queen…Wong is one of those guys who is just crazy enough he could win it all. OF: And his opponent… *'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.) OF: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! MM: HE HAS CALLED IT HIS NIGHT! Always the bridesmaid and never the bride when it comes to the King of the Deathmatches tournament, but here is he once more. US: Been in the ring with the Career Killer, you know he has a good a shot of anyone to advance, but I am just not counting out that sicko Wong. He makes me feel kind of nostalgic for freakyness! The start of the match sees Wong and Angel eyeing each other up from their respective sides of the ring, neither wanting to get too close or make the first move. The Career Killer and the sadistic clown encircle the ring before either makes an opening move. It isn't until Angel takes his focus off of Wong for a brief second and turns his attention to Jack and Jill at ringside does the action begin. In the moment Angel diverts his attention Wong flies acrossed the ring and begins nailing Angel with lefts and rights. Angel wisely does his best to cover up but lets a few shots in that cause him to back against the ropes. Dorian takes a few steps backward to get a running shot at Angel but is sent flying to the outside of the ring when Angel regains himself and pulls the top rope down leaving nothing but air for Dorian to connect with. MM: Fallen Angel with a brilliant move right there, ever the opportunist, he saw his chance and he got himself free of that onslaught of Dorian Wong. US: If it was me, I'd have just cracked a bucket of shit over his head. The uses of a bucket of shit are numerous in situations like that, and everyday situations alike. MM: I'll just have to take your word for it. Angel quickly follows Wong to the outside, and for the first time in this match we see the home made, fan's weapons come into play. Angel kicks a recovering Wong a few times in the mid section before going over to the crowd. He spots a guitar wrapped in barbed wire and demands the fan holding it surrender it to him. The fan refuses and Angel decides to just take the weapon. As he yanks the wrapped guitar away, Wong finds Angel's head with a perfectly placed shot with a nail studded crutch. The weapon shatters into dust over the Career Killer's head and drives him to the ground, dropping his weapon in the process. Wong scours the crowd and eventually finds the combination of weapons he is looking for. He takes a spool of razor wire, and a board of explosives and wires the board to his chest. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Wong turns himself into a walking fire cracker. Wong looks toward the top turnbuckle and looks back toward the crowd who continue to go wild at the violence that may soon happen. Wong takes a moment and looks under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up, lays a few rights and lefts into Angel and lays the former champ across the table. Dorian then rolls into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Jack and Jill look on in horror at what their "dad" is about to do. Wong leaps from the top rope and lands on Fallen Angel, breaking the table, and causing the explosives on his chest to detonate with a huge frog splash. Holy shit chants break out over the arena. MM: Holy shit is right, tonight, before our very eyes Dorian Wong turned himself into a scud missile and may have just advanced in this tournament. US: Pssh, a fall like that is nothing to King of the Death Match competitors. This match isn't even close to being over, mark my words. The two fight to get back to their feet as the crowd continues its "Holy Shit" chant. Dorian Wong is up first and crawls his way back into the ring and lies there to regain himself. On the outside Angel is making his way to his feet. Wong recovers back to his and begins to peel the smashed barbed wire out of his own flesh and off his body. Angel, on the outside is looking around for another weapon to use in the match and finds once again the barbed wire wrapped guitar. He picks the weapon up and looks at it with a sinister grin. Wong is oblivious to Angel's actions as he is just now getting the final pieces of wire unraveled from around his body. Angel slides in and prepares to take aim with the guitar right into Dorian's head. Wong's "children" are screaming for him to turn around and just as Angel lets a mighty one rip Wong ducks out of the way and turns around. Angel swings again and Wong rolls out of the way just in the nick of time. Wong gets back to his feet and finds that Angel is stalking him. Wong backs up towards the ropes and finally meets them with his back. Angel is about to take the final swing when out of nowhere Wong drops Angel with a dropkick square to the knee. Wong lies on the ground for a few moments, taking the proper time to recover before looking toward the top rope once again. He climbs up, but as he does Angel springs off the ropes sending Wong down on top of them. Wong is sitting on the top rope and Angel runs up and grabs the mad clowns head, dropping him to the mat and through the barbed wire guitar with an Angel Deathdrop. Angel makes the cover…1...2...3... It's over, Angel advances. Winner and advancing: Fallen Angel (CROSS TO NY) SC: Two men have gone through to the semi finals and the King of the Deathmatches continues to get intense. Snoop, I hear that backstage they have released Number 23 from his captivity… SJ: Goodnight Jonnah Street is all I got to say to that… JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship… *'BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE' - THOMAS DOLBY PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH THE CLASSIC MOMENT FROM FRANKENSTEIN WHERE THE DR. SHOUTS 'ITS ALIVE!' WITH LOTS OF SCIENTIFIC EXPLOSIONS AND ELECTRICAL PYROS. CINDY WALKS OUT SHAKING HER POM POMS AS THE SECURITY IN ATTENDANCE LEAD OUT NUMBER 23 WITH TAZERS KEEPING HIM IN LINE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Cindy…from Parts Unknown…weighing 400 pounds…Number 23!!! SC: The monster is here and he means business! Oh damn Jonnah Street will have to have an ace up a sleeve look at the size of Number 23. SJ: No more ass shaking T.A.T. videos for The House… JH: And his opponent… *'WILD SIDE' - MOTLEY CREW PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. A CAR SPEEDING DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP IS SHOWN BEFORE COMING TO A HAULT OUTSIDE A CASINO HOTEL WHERE A LOAD OF GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE STOOD OUTSIDE. THE IMAGES FLICK TO ONES OF STREET WITH WOMEN, KICKING ASS AND PARTYING HARD AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 298 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion…Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: New York is Street country! They are behind the big man all the way… SJ: Street is no slouch, but next to Number 23 he is a midget! Not your typical powerhouse vs powerhouse match. Street learns soon that he's going to have to pull out something extra in this one. Because almost everything he hits 23 with it has little to no effect. The few times when Street even finds an opening he finds himself exhausted simply from trying to knock the monster off of his feet. Not to mention the monster seems damned determined. Not shying away from being the aggressor. Not a very fancy match. Mostly a sea of brawling with a few islands of bodyslams and sidewalk slams and various other power moves. 23 however makes Street, who normally is a massive powerhouse, seem like a small child in comparison. SC: Street looks like he's having a bit of difficulty conquering the Monster 23. SJ: I think this is a case of justice. See, as we all know Street is a bully and is good at nothing but bullying people around. Basically, Scoop, what you see here is the bully finally getting the taste of his own medicine. Being forced to a fistfight with somebody who is bigger and stronger than him. I mean... Think of the horrible atrocities he did to Phenom... SC: I thought you were in support of Street during that. SJ: No, I was in support of the fact the atrocities were being committed to Phenom not of Street... Backstabbing piece of shit! SC: Come now, we all know that Monks is the one who turned his back on Street... after he WON a freakin' match! SJ: Street's fault for falling on Mr.Monks's knife and getting it all bloody... The second half things don't change much. It gets worse actually. 23 lands a gorilla press slam on Street which starts the chain of 23 completely annihilating Street. With no intention at all to pick up the win. Things look exceptionally dim for Street. The ref is even tempted to call the match. But Street keeps telling him "fuck no". Well, the few times he musters the energy to respond. Still... looks pretty bleak for Street as the match goes on. But, as things go, the fans start really getting behind Street. Who is looking in a world of hurt. Starting off with a silent aMc chant. SJ: These people have a point. Yeah, watching Street get his ass kicked for an hour and a half is pretty boring. If I were watching TV right now I'd definitely be flipping to AMC. SC: Fans showing support for one of the newest and hottest stables in the TFWF. At this point a stable that is make or break. But, if 23 does any more breaking of Street then... Well... SJ: Monday Mayhem will become Jonnah Street tribute show, I'd assume. Street tries to fight back but not even being at full health entering this one. He does very little against the monster. Who is reduced him to a bloody mass of mess... Landing a sit down piledriver knocking Street out. 23 seems to have no intention of winning this match either. As he just screams into the air. As Street lies unconscious. Suddenly the chants increase. The atmosphere begins to generate. Really pumping the life back into Street. Who makes his way to his feet. 23 charges for a clothesline but Street no sells. Which sends the crowd into complete uproar and causes 23 to scream in frustrated confusion. How the hell? 23's clothesline doesn't knock Street down to the ground. 23 then goes for a running boot which street catches it and tosses 23 onto his shoulders. Dropping him with a massive death valley driver. Knocking the playing field even and sending the fans into frenzy. They're both up again and it seems Street has caught his fire. We start off with rapid brawling where Street gains the definitive advantage. 23 is knocked aback a bit as even the monster cannot stop Street's fury. Street gets a kick to the gut and then backs to the ropes on the rebound 23 ducks hoping to get a back body drop. Doesn't work as Street stops and grabs 23 and tosses him up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. 23 then begins desperately whaling on Street and Street's leg's give. 23 then grabs Street by the hair and throws him into the turnbuckle. 23 then climbs onto the turnbuckle and grabs Street by the hair. He brings him up but Street responds with a rapid reversal as he grabs 23 and spins around. Dropping into a top rope powerslam. A variation of the 'Street's Apart'. Jonnah Street then goes for the three. 1...2...3... Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F.
European Champion: Jonnah Street (CROSS TO LA) MM: Back here and you wonder what this tournament would have been like if two powerhouses like Jonnah Street and Number 23 would have been in it Scally… US: The eight men that initially qualified, qualified for a reason…they loves the pain Mac! Wohoooooo! MM: Indeed…lets go to Ozzy Finch with our third first round match… OF: This round one match and is a four corners of glass match… *'METALINGUS' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (HEEL HEAT. A SPINNING IRISH CROSS IS SEEN ON THE T.A.T. AS THE WORDS 'IRELANDS FINEST' ARE APPARENT. SURREAL WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND KISSES THE CROSS AROUND HIS NECK. HE WALKS TOWARDS THE RING.) OF: Making his way towards from Belfast, Ireland...weighing 275 pounds...SurReal!!! MM: T he former North American Champion qualified over The Peacemaker to get here and you know what a boost it would be to his career to progress here… US: Bloody Irish… OF: And his opponent… *'THE NEW BLACK' - STRAPPING YOUNG LAD PLAYS* (MEGA HEEL HEAT. THE T.A.T. COMES UP WITH NORCIA MAKING A VARIETY OF OPPONENTS THROUGH A SERIES OF PAINFUL MOVES. THE ILLUMINATI SIGN IS ALSO APPARENT. NORCIA COMES ON STAGE AND SALUTES THE CROWD WITH THE ILLUMINATI SIGN, BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING WITH PYROS GOING OFF.) OF: Making his way towards the ring from Baltimore, Maryland…weighing 245 pounds…'The Hand of God' Michael Norcia!!! MM: Illuminati has one man in this tournament, though they do have interests elsewhere as well, a lot rests on Michael Norcia tonight… US: Let's see what the big mouth has got to offer. He can claim PWX success…but this is the bloody T.F.W.F. Mac Attack! The match begins... with both men surveying their surroundings and Norcia getting up in Surreal's face to talk trash. Surreal pays him no mind until finally Norcia slaps him across the face and follows it up with a series of slaps to the chest, which really only serves to piss him off. One more slap and Surreal just pastes Norcia with fierce European uppercuts and looks to throw him head-first through the glass, but Norcia counters out and tries for a bulldog into the glass opposite but Surreal pushes him off almost into the glass, but Norcia stops himself only to walk right into a back body drop. Surreal picks Norcia back up and backs him into with more Euros and whips him off the ropes into a vaulted flapjack, catching him with a rising Euro on the way down. Again Surreal looks to do damage early and sets Norcia up for a fireman's roll into the glass but Norcia manages to just counter off the shoulders into a crucifix pin for 2. Norcia tries to capitalise on his advantage going for a tiger driver, but Surreal counters out and almost gets Norcia up in the air raid crash position, but Norcia counters out and bails to BIG heat. Surreal chase after him and around the ring until Norcia re-enters and bounces off the ropes just in time to deliver the coup de grace boot to the head of Surreal as he's just getting up and follows with the combination of a gordbuster onto the ropes and a running front dropkick to the back of the head. With Surreal down, Norcia mocks him by doing jumping jacks to antagonise the crowd. US: Would you look at this idiot Mac?! What the hell does this bloody wanker think he's doing?! MM: A display of arrogance here by Michael Norcia. He's obviously very proud of himself, what exactly for I've no idea. US: Yeah, well he won't be so proud when it comes back to bite him in the arse. The middle of the match... sees Norcia maintain control working Surreal over with a series of backbreaker variations and cravate-related moves to work the neck and back, priming himself for his 'Nailed to the Cross' or 'To The Gallows' finishers. The LA crowd is starting to turn ugly as Norcia continues to work Surreal over with technical, wear down style offense. They want to see blood. Again, Norcia does the damage with his backbreakers and taunts the crowd, holding Surreal in a butterfly hold and kneeing him repeatedly in the ribs before delivering a double arm DDT, holding on and connecting with a butterfly backbreaker to cover for 2. The crowd heat is ENORMOUS for the methodic pace Norcia has brought the match down to, and the crowd tries to rally behind Surreal to put a stop to it. It seems to be working a few times but Norcia quickly puts a stop to Surreal's comeback, laying him out with a cravate-plex out of nowhere as Surreal tries to fight out. A double stomp to the face, a senton across the body and a leaping double knee drop right into the ribs of Surreal puts the Irishman down momentarily and Norcia antagonises the audience once more. Finally, he pounds down on Surreal with clubbing blows before he drags him over towards the glass pane and sets up for the tiger bomb once again, but Surreal blocks and breaks it and gets Norcia up for the air raid crash, running across the ring with Norcia on his back to drive him into the glass full force!!! MM: OH!!! SWEET JESUS!!! SURREAL JUST SLAMMED NORCIA THROUGH THAT GLASS LIKE A HEAD-ON COLLISION! US: HA! Now THAT'S the way it goes there Mac Attack! Little bastard Norcia messed with the bull too many times and got the horns! The finish sees... Surreal still dazed and hurting from the abuse to the head and neck he's taken from Norcia thus far staggering around the ring trying to keep himself up as Norcia lies in a pile of broken glass trying to pull himself together. Finally, as Norcia is crawling across the canvas and trying to use the ropes to pick himself back up, Surreal manages to steady himself and readies for a spear. Norcia is back on his feet standing right in front of another glass pane in the corner and Surreal charges, but Norcia catches him coming in with a drop toehold that sends him face-first into the glass to a LOUD 'OHHHHHHH!' Norcia covers, but Surreal somehow kicks out, and so Norcia goes on the offense again, dragging Surreal over to anopther corner looking for an exploder through the glass. Surreal senses the danger and fights it off, then tries for a European to knock Norcia against the glass but Norcia turns around with it almost into a backslide position, but instead turns it into a crucifix powerbomb through the glass!!! He drags Surreal's limp body to the center of the ring and covers. 1. 2. 3! No! Surreal just barely kicks out. Norcia has had enough and bails out of the ring, coming back with a pair of chairs. He opens them up and sets them near the corner before he sets the final remaining glass panel as a bridge between them. He rolls Surreal onto the glass, just barely supporting his weight and heads up for a dive, but Surreal comes back off the table and catches Norcia in position for his 'Manipulation' emerald fusion, but Norcia counters that by sliding down Surreal's back into an inverted suplex, draping him over the turnbuckle before delivering an elevated cutter or Tower of London through the glass pane for 3. MM: OH!! A series of close calls for both men, but Norcia takes the victory with a variation of 'To The Gallows' to advance to the next round. US: Damn shame the little bastard got lucky here. Winner and advancing: Michael Norcia (CROSS TO NY) SC: Three men has qualified, one spot remains between Hardcore Legend and Aaron Roberts, but we got a little Hardcore action of our own up next and it's a 6 man battle…TLC style for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team titles…lets see how this one…came about! (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a TLC match for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships… *'COME WITH ME' - P.DIDDY PLAYS* (MAJOR HEEL HEAT. 'ILLUMINATI T.A.T. VIDEO' SPRINGS TO LIFE AS BOYD AND KELLY WALK ONTO THE STAGE. THEY BOTH HAVE THEIR RESPECTIVE TITLES SLUNG OVER HIS SHOULDERS WALKING COCKILY TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 457 pounds…Skylar Kelly…The Main Attraction Tyler Boyd…they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions…Illuminati!!! SC: What a match this is going to be…3 great teams with those titles suspended in air and you can see Kelly and Boyd certainly seem very arrogant handing those belts over to the referee. SJ: Might as well not bother…this win is in the bag Scooper… JH: Introducing… *'BODIES' - DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. THE HARDCORE HAVEN SPINNING LOGO COMES UP ON THE T.A.T.. PHENOM AND TORCH WALK ONTO THE STAGE WITH 'LOIS IN HAND AND TORCH STANDING CASUALLY WITH A SMOKE IN HIS HAND.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 538 pounds…Phenom…Sean 'Torch' Smythe…The Hardcore Haven!!! SC: The big guns are here! The crowd very much behind this veteran duo, Smythe a former 5 time co holder of the Tag gold in his career Snoop… SJ: Yeah, pretty much carried to all those reigns… JH: And… *'SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST' - SALIVA PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds...Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…Project Nova!!! SC: HERE THEY ARE THE FORMER 2 TIME CHAMPIONS! LOOKING TO RECLAIM THE GOLD! SJ: Boo… The match opens up with all six men charging at each other and throwing punches and kicks as the crowd go nuts!! Boyd and Phenom pair off and go to the outside as Kelly and Knight also roll outside the ring and start trading punches. Torch and Manny are left in the ring and they trade right hands before Manny gets a block, then a double leg take down before hammering down on Torch with vicious punches and elbow strikes. He brings Torch to his feet and hits some uppercuts before whipping him into the corner. Manny charges but Torch tips him up and onto the ring apron. Torch hooks Manny around the head and drops him across the top rope throat first and Manny falls to the floor. Kelly is up on the ring apron and as Torch turns around he springboards in with a flying kick to the head of Torch, knocking him out the ring. Kelly turns around to celebrate but Phenom is back in and drills him with a big running boot to the face to a big crowd pop! Phenom turns around as Boyd rolls into the ring with a chair in hand and throws it into Phenom's face knocking him down! The crowd boo as Boyd poses but he doesn't see Knight who has hobbled to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a flying head scissors that sends Boyd flying out the ring and to the floor! Knight is up and pointing at his injured leg as if to say 'it's ok' when Torch rolls back into the ring and drills him with a big release German suplex! Knight is folded in half and rolls out the ring, as Manny comes back into the ring and picks up the chair, he swings at Torch who ducks out the way and Kelly is back in, super kicking the chair into Manny's face! He staggers back against the ropes as Torch and Kelly get the double clothesline and send him to the floor. They turn to each other and start brawling as Boyd and Phenom are now on their feet and in the ring and they do the same! The tag champions take control thanks to a flying forearm to Torch from Kelly and a gut buster, followed by a wicked lariat by Boyd which knocks Phenom down and out. The Champions stand in the middle of the ring looking confident as the crowd boo. Boyd points to Kelly to go and get a ladder as he starts putting the boots to Torch and Phenom. SC: Wow, what a fast paced opening to this match, there are bodies flying everywhere, moves being hit left, right and centre and now it looks like the tables are coming into play! SJ: Kelly and Boyd are looking dominant and Knight's leg doesn't look like it'll hold up for the whole match, this is going to be too easy! The middle of the match sees more insanity from all six men and the crowd love every second of it. On the outside Kelly is cut off from getting a table by Knight and Manny who nail him with a wicked, high-low kick/clothesline combination on the floor before Manny drills him with a back drop driver on the floor to a big crowd pop! Knight goes to work on Kelly to get some revenge for his leg injury as Manny grabs the first table and sets it up at ringside. He grabs another and sets it up on top of the first, before sliding two more tables into the ring. Boyd turns around looking for Kelly but instead takes a stiff chair shot from Manny which knocks him down to the mat. Manny props one of the tables in the corner and then grabs Phenom and brings him to his feet. They exchange strikes before Manny gets a knee to the mid section and then heaves Phenom over head with a belly to belly suplex that drives him through the table in the corner to a huge crowd pop! Phenom is out in the wreckage of the table as Manny gets to his feet, but Torch is waiting with a chair shot to the head!! He then drills Manny on the chair with a DDT! He stands up but Boyd is waiting with a running Mafia kick to the head that staggers Torch. Boyd then picks the chair up, opens it into the seated position, places it on the mat and then drives Torch through it with a huge brainbuster!! The crowd 'ohh' as Torch crushes the chair and then rolls out the ring clutching at his head and neck. Phenom rolls out of the wreckage of the table and staggers to his feet. Boyd nails him with a drop kick to the chest, that knocks the big man against the ropes, Boyd charges, but eats a boot to the face and then an exploder suplex from Phenom to a big crowd pop. Boyd rolls to the outside and looks hurt. Manny is up and he calls to Knight who stops kicking away at Kelly and throws him a chair! Phenom picks up a piece of the broken table and the two men stand off in the middle of the ring. They both swing their weapons and connect, another swing from a different angle, another big crack! The crowd are loving it as Manny ducks out the way of a swing from Phenom and then drills him in the mid section with the chair before cracking it down across the big man's back! Phenom rolls out the ring as Boyd is back in and on his feet, he grabs Manny who drops the chair, standing switch by Manny, Boyd swings back with a low blow to some huge crowd heat. He heaves Manny up and drills him with a big power bomb right onto the chair!! Boyd stands up as Knight springboards in with a flipping neck breaker that drills Boyd into the mat to a huge crowd pop! Knight then sets up the second table in the ring and then lays Boyd on it as the crowd pop. He points to the top turnbuckle and then climbs up. He looks set to jump but doesn't see Kelly who smashes him in his bad leg with a big chair shot to some intense crowd heat. Boyd rolls off the table as Kelly climbs up onto the top rope and hooks Jayden up before driving him through the table with a huge moonsault belly to belly suplex!! SC: Oh what a move by Skylar Kelly, a belly to belly moonsault off the top rope and Jayden Knight is driven through the table! SJ: He's done, that leg is obviously busted up again. These guys are killing each other and they haven't even brought the ladders in to play yet! The finish of the match is insane. Kelly and Boyd pick up Knight and toss him out the ring where he lies clutching at his bad leg. Boyd hits a back breaker on Manny and then holds him in position across his knee as Kelly comes off the top rope with a big knee drop. With The Nova's both out Boyd and Kelly start sliding ladders into the ring. With three ladders in they slide back in, but both eat huge spears from Torch and Phenom to a massive crowd pop!! Torch and Phenom prop ladders up in each corner and whip Boyd and Kelly into them before charging with big splashes to both! They lay the ladders flat and hit simultaneous powerslams on Boyd and Kelly onto the ladders!! Torch then goes to the outside and slides another table into the ring as Phenom throws the two smashed tables out. With everyone down Torch and Phenom set the table up in the ring near the ropes before setting up two ladders next to each other. They start to climb the ladders next to each other to a big crowd reaction but Manny is back in with a chair in hand. He throws the chair at Phenom, cracking him in the head and stopping him in his tracks. Boyd is up and he climbs the ladder behind Phenom and then sends him off from about three quarters of the way up with a side Russian leg sweep that takes them both out! Torch has just reached the top of the ladder as Manny climbs up next to him! The crowd pop as Manny steps across onto Torch's ladder and they both start trading punches at the top of the ladder. They both reach for the title belts but can't get them as Kelly finally gets up and pushes the ladder, sending it tipping and Torch and Manny both crash through the table in the ring to a huge crowd reaction!! With Manny and Torch out, Boyd throws Phenom out as Kelly now sets all three ladders up next to each other. On the other side of the ring Knight has set a table up on the floor, with a table on one side of the ring on the floor and the two still unbroken on the opposite side the crowd rumble with anticipation. Kelly and Boyd are climbing up the ladders looking supremely confident as Knight struggles to get into the ring with another ladder in hand. He is able to get in the ring and then throws the ladder, cracking both Boyd and Kelly in the back and causing them to drop down to the mat! He then rams the ladder into their faces before pulling one of the standing ladders nearer the corner and then bridging his ladder from the middle turnbuckle to the other ladder. He drags Kelly up onto as he stands on the bridged ladder before picking Kelly up and drilling him with a double underhook brain buster right onto the bridged ladder which bends in two to a huge crowd pop!!! Knight and Kelly are down as Boyd tries to climb the ladder again, but Phenom is up and he cuts him off before lifting Boyd into a splash mountain powerbomb and picking him up off the ladder. Phenom walks to the ropes and then throws Boyd out the ring and through the table on the outside to a huge crowd pop!! Phenom helps Torch to his feet and they drag the ladder out the corner so all three ladders are under the tag title belts. They climb to the top and look to have the belts in their possession, but Manny is up, he climbs a ladder next to them and is able to kick Phenom hard in the back a few times knocking him down to the mat! Manny steps across onto Torch's ladder and rams his head into the top of it before looking for a superplex. Knight is up, totally dazed as Phenom spears him, but he knocks into the ladder that Manny and Torch are standing on!! It tips over and they both fall from the top, over the ropes and through the two stacked tables on the outside of the ring!! The crowd chant 'holy shit' as Kelly is up and he drills Phenom with a superkick before collapsing back to the mat and all six men are down and hurting!! The crowd are going wild as Torch and Manny roll out of the remains of the tables on the outside and crawl back into the ring. Boyd does the same on the other side. Jayden is up and he staggers over to the ladders. Kelly is up, as is Phenom, until all six men are on their feet and in the ring! They all then start to climb the ladders at the same time!! They all get to the top of their ladders and start trading right hands as the crowd roar!! Kelly is able to knock Phenom off his ladder as Manny does the same to Boyd! Torch and Jayden are trading punches but it's Torch who is able to ram Knights head off the ladder and he drops to the mat! Kelly and Manny are on the ladder under the belts trading punches as Torch looks to set himself to jump over, but Jayden is back up on the mat!! He struggles to the top turnbuckle, but makes it and as Torch looks ready to strike Knight leaps with a drop kick knocking Torch off the ladder and down to the mat!! Kelly and Manny are the only two men left in the match as the crowd roar again! They continue to exchange punches and both look like they've got the advantage at different points. Boyd is up and he picks up a chair and starts climbing the ladder next to Kelly and Manny. Manny has Kelly dazed and reaches up for the belts, he gets one hand on the belt and then Boyd nails him in the throat with the chair!! Manny gasps for air as Boyd kicks him in the face, knocking Manny off the ladder!! Kelly steadies the ladder as Boyd steps over onto the ladder and they unhook the Tag Title belts to some massive crowd heat and the win! SC: They've done it! Kelly and Boyd retain the Tag Team Titles!! What a match, what an effort by all six men! SJ: Yes, yes, yes! I never had any doubts! Phew…I mean…YES! This is just perfect! The crowd boo the house down as Kelly and Boyd hold the Tag Titles up on top of the ladder as The Nova's and Phenom and Torch look up in disgust and disappointment. Winners and STILL T.F.W.F. Tag Team
Champions: Tyler Boyd & Skylar Kelly (CROSS TO LA) MM: Wow Scally…and we thought we had hardcore action here… US: 6 guys with everything to gain in what we have just seen… MM: Up next the finale to round 1…its Hardcore Legend and Aaron Roberts…only one goes through… OF: This round one match and is 10,000 thumb tack match… *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.) OF: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! MM: The Cobra has silked his way back into the T.F.W.F. and tonight he has a chance to make a little further headway in this tournament… US: Alice Cooper got over with a snake…why not Roberts… OF: And his opponent… *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION' - MEGADETH PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!! MM: The name says it all with what this man can bring to the table Scally, tonight however, he must live up to that legacy. US: This PPV has always been good to Legend, tonight he needs to continue that streak… The start of the match sees Aaron Roberts get ahead as he rushes in and catches Legend off guard with a quick fireman's carry. Legend is quick back to his feet, as is Roberts who sends Legend back down with a snap mare take over followed by a snap leg drop over Legend to the delight of the crowd. Legend gets up, a little slower this time, as Roberts charges him. Legend has it scouted though as he dives toward the oncoming Cobra, taking out his knees and sending him flipping hard down to the canvas. Legend then drives his knee down into the head of the Cobra to buy a little more time for his next move. Legend goes over to the corner and picks up one of the four bags of thumbtacks sitting in the four corners. Legend then approaches Roberts, and dumps the entire bag over the Cobra's body. MM: This doesn't look good for Aaron Roberts at all. The match just started and he's already covered in tacks. US: Hell, I remember being covered in tacks, but they were actually IN my body rather than just on, this is nothing. In the middle of the match Legend rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs a chair from under the ring and rolls back in. Roberts painfully pushes himself back to his feet, as anywhere he puts his hands tacks are waiting to shoot into them. Legend holds the chair, ready at any moment to swing for the fences. Roberts finally gets to his feet and Legend swings. Roberts times it just right and ducks the shot, grabbing Legend in a belly to back suplex and drops that bastard down into the tacks. The crowd pop is huge as Roberts and Legend both are laying in the bed of tacks. Roberts is the first up and the crowd pop grows as they can all see his back is riddled with tacks. Roberts walks over the tacks to Legend and starts to pick the former champ up. Legend has enough wits about him to launch a quick low blow and ddts the cobra straight down into the tacks. MM: It is quite possible that after that ddt by Legend Aaron Roberts could now hold the title of the "World's Ugliest Man." US: The only thing ugly about this match is what one of these two men are going to have to do to put their opponent away to advance to the semi-finals. Legend is starting to get up when the referee comes up behind him to check on him. Legend, thinking it's Roberts coming for him already, launches an elbow that connects with the referee square in the jaw, sending him to the canvas to a chorus of boos. Legend gets up and looks at what he did, and only smiles while looking at the ref. Legend turns to Roberts then and lifts him to his feet. Legend launches Roberts against the ropes and bends over for a big back body drop into the tacks. Roberts has it scouted though as when Legend bends too early he kicks him in the chest, making Legend teeter over the tacks. Roberts chops Legends chest, but the hardcore one holds on. Another chop and Legend nearly falls into the tacks again. Legend bites the bullet and steps back onto the tacks, driving them into his shoes. This gives him the chance he needed to block a third chop by Roberts and go for an irish whip. Roberts reverses and sends Legend into the ropes. Roberts connects a knee to Legends gut, and hits him with the "Snake Bite" to a huge reaction from the fans. Roberts makes the cover but the referee is still out. It has been at least a 7 count before Roberts gets off Legend and tries to revive the referee. Roberts picks the zebra up and smacks his face a little to get him back into things. Once the referee shows signs of life Roberts turns back to Legend who kicks the Cobra in the gut, and drops him right into the tacks with his finisher "The Ultima Manus". He falls on the Cobra and the ref makes the count. 1...2...3... And Legend Advances to the Semi Finals. Winner and advancing: Hardcore Legend (CROSS TO NY) SC: That's it folks your eight men is down to four…Los Angeles will be hosting the semi finals shortly…but for now it's a grudge match of our own…and it started many many months back… T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match: Rhys Pect (c) w/ Alexandra Mitchell vs Kirsta Lewis [FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE INCIDENT LAST YEAR WHERE RHYS PECT INJURED KIRSTA LEWIS, FORCING HER OUT OF THE TFWF. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO PECT FORMING THE aMc AND APPEARING TO CHANGE HIS ATTITUDE SLIGHTLY. THE WORDS 'A MAN REFORMED AND REFOCUSED' RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN TO ACCOMPANY THIS. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO KIRSTA LEWIS AND HER RETURN TO THE TFWF. WE SEE HER IN ACTION AND THEN THE SITUATION BETWEEN HERSELF AND RHYS PECT. WE SEE THE WORDS 'AN OLIVE BRANCH IS OFFERED' AS WE SEE LEWIS AIDING THE aMc AND PECT FINALLY ACCEPTING HER HELP TO AID HIS FIGHT AGAINST THE ILLUMINATI AND IAN MONKS. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO THE BIG TEAM MATCH AND WE SEE THE SHOCKING TURN BY KIRSTA AND HER SUPERKICK TO THE HEAD OF PECT AS THE WORDS 'A WOMAN SCORNED WHO NEITHER FORGIVES NOR FORGETS' ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. WE THEN SEE LEWIS JOINING THE ILLUMINATI AND THE CHALLENGE FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH AT NOR 8 BEING MADE BY LEWIS. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO THE BEST MOMENTS OF BOTH PECT AND LEWIS IN THE RING AS THE WORDS 'TWO PROUD CHAMPIONS, A HISTORY OF ATTACKS AND INJURY, SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE' RUN ACROSS THE SCREEN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship… *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (BIG 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. Light-Heavyweight Champion…Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: All that bitter resentment pent up and then of course seducing Manny Rodriguez…a wolf in sheeps clothing… SJ: One hot ass wolf Scoop if you ask me… JH: And her opponent… *GRAVEMAKERS & GUNSLINGERS' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. GOLD PYRO FILLS THE ENTRANCE WAY AS ALEXANDRA EMERGES FROM THE HAZE. SHE HOLDS HER ARMS OUT AS RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE SMOKE. HE YANKS THE HAND OF ALEXANDRA AS THE COUPLE MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Alexandra Mitchell...from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion…Rhys Pect!!! SC: A usual x factor at ringside, the question is what will Alexandra do tonight… SJ: Hopefully go fricking home to the kitchen! The match starts off with a face-off between two premiere members of their respective stables. Kirsta wastes no time in slapping Rhys right across the face, which prompts the IC champion to return one right back. Kirsta smiles and responds with a big forearm shot before tying up with Pect. Kirsta trying to go for an early advantage with some agile chain-wrestling to which Pect responds with some reversals of his own. The exchange ends with Pect being put in a headlock. Pect loosens the grip and shoves Kirsta into the ropes -- attempted clothesline by Pect, ducked by Kirsta. Kirsta jumps up instantly and goes for a leaping neckbreaker on Rhys that connects. She stomps on Rhys' head and neck a few times, throwing out some unsavory statements, before cranking in a front-facelock on the ground to keep Rhys from going into the air. A frustrated Rhys manages to make it onto his feet moments later and hits a few shots to the ribs before sending a weakened Kirsta up and over with a bridged Northern Lights suplex -- first pin attempt of the match: One! Two! Kickout by Lewis! Quick front-flipping legdrop from Rhys into another pin. Another quick kickout from Kirsta at the one-count. SC: Kirsta's looking to be the first-ever female double champion here tonight, Snoop. SJ: Just a matter of time, partner. Someone needs to take that Pect down a notch or two. Rhys grabs Kirsta by the hair and irish-whips her into the corner with authority. He sets himself up on the opposite corner and goes for a HIGH running double-knee strike that almost takes Kirsta's head off. Rhys taunting Kirsta at this point before throwing her to the ground and climbing the top rope. He wastes some time playing to the crowd as he sets himself up on turnbuckle before leaping off with a shooting star press that lands squarely on Kirsta's knees. Gasping for air, Rhys rolls out of the ring to regain his bearings. Kirsta rolls out after him and lands a few more forearm shots before snapping him over with a quick snap suplex on the outside. Alexandra Mitchell attempts to get in her face, but Kirsta laughs and pie-faces her into the barricade. Major crowd heat as she taunts a few fans at ringside, but Rhys, seeing his Alexandra on the floor, grabs Kirsta by the hair and slams her face into the barricade. He then irish-whips her into one of the ringposts as the ref reaches the halfway-point in his count. Rhys rolls Kirsta back into the ring and leaps to the apron, where it sets up for a springboard a maneuver. Kirsta makes it to her feet as Rhys flies at her with a springboard forearm shot, only to be caught in a desperate ace crusher that lands picture-perfectly. Knee drop to the head from Lewis before she brings Rhys up and plants him with a quick powerbomb that comes dangerously close to breaking his neck! The crowd boos as Kirsta's intentions are quite clear tonight. She goes for a pin: One! Two! Th-- shoulder up by Pect! A swift kick to the neck later sends Rhys crawling to the corner, where Kirsta goes in for a very savage beatdown. She gives Rhys a few hard right hands and kicks to the chest and head before the ref pulls her away. As she comes back, the resourceful Pect blows out a hard breath and trips her up with a drop toe-hold that causes Kirsta to fall into the second turnbuckle by the side of her head. She screams as it apparently has shaken up her neck something awful. SC: What a desperation move by Rhys Pect! SJ: What kind of a man tries to re-break a woman's neck? Honestly! SC: Someone whose own neck is in peril by the looks of it. SJ: Oh, please. Kirsta's just trying to win the match. It's not like this is a revenge thing. SC: Dammit, Snoop... An aching Pect, favoring his neck quite moticeably, makes it to the middle of the ring as a jarred Kirsta slowly follows suit. Pect reacts with a calf kick out of desperation that floor Kirsta. She gets up again as Pect takes her down with a high-flipping dropkick that floors her again. Popping up once more, Kirsta almost gets nailed with a clothesline, but reverses it into an irish whip. She throws Rhys to the ropes and goes for a clothesline of her own that narrowly misses Pect as he tumbles just below it. Without missing a beat, he leaps to the second rope, rebounding with a springboard reverse DDT! Crowd is on their feet as both participants lay on the ground, favoring their necks. Rhys drapes an arm over Lewis -- One! Two! Thre-- KICKOUT BY LEWIS! The ref starts the obligatory ten count as both competitors make it to their feet. The exchange a series of right hands before Kirsta eventually hits a kick to the stomach. She runs the ropes perpendicular to Pect and goes for a sick-looking scissor kick that Rhys just barely evades. He smacks her with a forearm shot and goes for the "Perfected & Respected" but Kirsta somehow manages to land on her feet! She goes for "Hell's Bitch Kick" but Pect ducks out of the way and goes for a superkick of his own! Kirsta catches Rhys's leg and spins him around, his leg accidentally striking the referee in his ribs. He's not quite out, but he falls onto his knees, facing the other direction -- an opportunity Kirsta takes advantage of with MASSIVE KICK TO RHYS' GROIN! The crowd reacts with HUGE crowd heat as the opportunistic Kirsta pulls the vulnerable Pect in for a nasty-looking jumping piledriver! Rhys rolling around the side of the ring in agony as Kirsta goes for the quick cover, and shouts for the referee's attention. He crawls over -- ONE! TWO! KIRSTA'S FEET ARE ON THE ROPES! THREE! SC: That SNAKE, KIRSTA LEWIS, JUST WON THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! SJ: Snake? What?! She played it smart and knew exactly what she was going to do to Pect from the beginning! SC: God almighty, the Illuminati now have a double-champion in their ranks... Winner
via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Kirsta Lewis (CROSS TO LA) MM: New York sees another amazing title match, but we are two short steps away from crowning the 2008 King of the Deathmatches… US: Men from the boys separation time Mac…its semi finals time…and its for OF: This is a semi final contest and is a Scaffold Deathmatch… *'THE NEW BLACK' - STRAPPING YOUNG LAD PLAYS* (MEGA HEEL HEAT. THE T.A.T. COMES UP WITH NORCIA MAKING A VARIETY OF OPPONENTS THROUGH A SERIES OF PAINFUL MOVES. THE ILLUMINATI SIGN IS ALSO APPARENT. NORCIA COMES ON STAGE AND SALUTES THE CROWD WITH THE ILLUMINATI SIGN, BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING WITH PYROS GOING OFF.) OF: Making his way towards the ring from Baltimore, Maryland…weighing 245 pounds…'The Hand of God' Michael Norcia!!! MM: He advanced to this semi-final match up picking up a victory over SurReal in round one, but the first-time KOTDM contender Michael Norcia may have his work cut out for him now going up against the Hardcore Icon, Tremere. US: You bet your ass. This punk Norcia might think because he's got Monks and his buddies in the Illuminati rooting for him he's a shoe-in, but to be the new king, he's gotta beat the original first. *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* The match begins... with both men ascending to the top of the scaffold. Norcia is up there first and quickly capitalises on his lead, putting the boots to Tremere before he has even gotten up onto the scaffold. He tries to kick Tremere back and knock him straight off the scaffold some 30-feet or so to the floor and for a moment it looks like he might do just that as Tremere dangles off the side of the scaffold. The crowd gasps in shock and terror until finally Tremere catches Norcia's foot and pushes him back, sending him staggering dangerously close to the edge to give him enough time to climb up. Norcia just manages to steady himself but soon enough he turns around to be tackled down by Tremere, though fortunately for him they roll back into the middle of the scaffold. The two trade blows and jockey for position as they roll back and forth on the scaffold, coming precariously close to the edge before rolling back. Finally, Tremere gets the mounth and just starts raining forearms and punches down on Norcia but he gets caught with a desperate version of the guillotine choke. Norcia hasn't got it set in tight, but it's enough to keep Tremere occupied while he tries to take control. After a moment or two of maneuvering, Norcia manages to roll Tremere off and he almost goes over into the spider net, just hanging on by the skin of his teeth! MM: OH LORD!! TREMERE'S GONE OVER!! TREMERE'S GONE OVER!!! US: NOT QUITE YET MAC, HE'S HANGING ON, BUT BARELY! MM: TREMERE'S DANGLING OFF THE SIDE OF THE SCAFFOLD SOME 30-FEET UP! HE'S A SITTING DUCK RIGHT HERE! The middle of the match... sees Tremere trying to hoist himself back up onto the platform but once Norcia regains his bearings, it's all about knocking the Hardcore Icon loose. Again Norcia tries to knock Tremere loose with boots to the face and it seems to work as Tremere has really got little of anything to get a grip on. However, the one thing has can grab hold of is Norcia's leg! The crowd goes nuts as it seems Tremere's hellbent on taking Norcia down with him as he pulls on Norcia's leg and Norcia desperately tries to shake, kick and punch him loose. It's the punches that cost Norcia dearly as Tremere lets go of his leg only to reach and grab Norcia's hair, pulling him down off the scaffold!! Now it's Norcia's turn to cling to life as the crowd is on the edge of their seats waiting to see who's going to take the plunge, but both men hold on for dear life. Even more astounding than both men hanging by their fingernails to the scaffold is the fact they start trying to flail their legs at each other in an attempt to knock their opponent loose, or at the very least give themselves a second to climb back up. MM: MY GOD!! THESE MEN ARE CERTIFIABLY OUT OF THEIR MINDS!!! US: That's what it takes to be the King of the Deathmatch, Mac. The finish sees... After a harrowing few minutes, both men finally do make it back up onto the scaffold, their arms almost useless now from having to support their body weight. Norcia, having spent less time dangling takes the offensive and brings Tremere to his feet to connect with a snap DDT, and from their he slaps on 'Nailed To The Cross' to put Tremere's lights out for good. Tremere struggles to escape but with nowhere to go and no means of escape or submission, he finally goes out and Norcia breaks when he feels his opponent go limp. He stands over Tremere with an arrogant and triumphant pose and the crowd boos the living hell out of him. Norcia says its time to end all this and sets Tremere up for 'To the Gallows', but he can't get Tremere's deadweight up. Finally, after much strain and exertion he gets Tremere up onto his shoulders, but by this time Tremere has revived and slips off, catching Norcia coming back with the set up for a diamond cutter, but Norcia shoves him off and almost over the edge! Tremere puts the brakes on just in time and Norcia makes a charge, but Tremere sends him up and over into the spider net with a back body drop!!! the crowd is going out of their minds as Tremere catches his breath before diving in after Norcia with a flying body press!!! The LA crowd lets out a long and LOUD chant of 'Holy Shit' as the writhing and twitching Tremere covers Norcia in the spider net for 3. Winner and advancing: Tremere (CROSS TO NY.) SC: One man in the finals, one man to join him…but we got our own war tonight between two of the most celebrated wrestlers this industry has ever seen… Mike Mitchell vs Tiger Young [FLASHBACK: THE FOOTAGE OPENS WITH THE BEST MOMENTS OF TIGER YOUNG AND MIKE MITCHELL IN THE TFWF. THE WORDS 'TWO OF THE VERY BEST IN THE HISTORY OF THE TFWF' ARE SHOWN AS WE SEE THEM BOTH WINNING THEIR MOST FAMOUS MATCHES AND THE WORLD TITLE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO TIGER'S APPARENT MIS DIRECTED CHAIR SHOT WHICH KNOCKED OUT MITCHELL AND COST HIM HIS MATCH AGAINST JAMES ONLEE AS THE WORDS 'A MISTAKE WHICH WOULD KICK START A RIVALRY FOR THE AGES' RUN UP THE SCREEN. WE THEN SEE TIGER ATTACKING MITCHELL AT VARIOUS TIMES. WE THEN SEE THE MATCH BEING MADE AND TIGER SPITTING IN MIKE'S FACE. THE WORDS 'ONE MAN HAS NO RESPECT FOR THE OTHER' ARE SHOWN. WE THEN SEE MITCHELL SAVING YOUNG FROM JAMES ONLEE'S ATTACK AND REFUSING TO ATTACK TIGER WHEN HE IS DOWN AS THE WORDS 'ONE MAN'S LEGACY IS BUILT ON RESPECT AND HONOUR' ACCOMPANY THIS FOOTAGE. THE FOOTAGE THEN SPEEDS UP, SHOWING TIGER AND MIKE HITTING THEIR BIG MOVES AS THE WORDS 'A FIGHT BETWEEN TWO VERY DIFFERENT MEN, WITH PRIDE AND RESPECT ON THE LINE' ARE SHOWN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall… *'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: He has faced them all, but Mike Mitchell tonight faces a man who cares not for his pure streak, but just to make him look like an idiot. SJ: I feel a case of the Z's coming on… JH: And his opponent… *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (EQUALLY MASSIVE CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! SC: He has called it his time to prove himself, his time to rewrite history…Snoop, the fans are on the edge of their seats… SJ: I need a pillow and a sleeping bag and I will be just fine Scoop… The opening of the match is intense as Young and Mitchell stand nose to nose in the middle of the ring trading some strong words. The crowd are going nuts as both TFWF icons push chest to chest as the intensity of the rivalry is shown for all to see. Young takes the first shot with a hard slap to the side of Mitchell's face to a huge 'ohh' from the crowd! Mitchell takes a step back and rubs the side of his face as the crowd roar. Young looks super confident as Mitchell cocks his head to the side and then quickly gets the double leg take down and dives on Young and starts raining down punches as the crowd go nuts!! Tiger is able to roll over and get the mount on Mitchell and he fires off some hard punches of his own. The referee tries to separate them but to no avail as they roll around the ring, each man throwing multiple punches, before rolling under the bottom rope and falling to the floor, punching each other all the way!! They stand up before going nose to nose again on the outside as the crowd roar. They both roll back into the ring and this time Tiger goes for the double leg but Mitchell blocks it into a front face lock then drives Tiger down onto the mat. Tiger rolls out, taking control of Mike's arm with an arm wringer and bringing both men to their feet. Mike reverses into an arm bar, Tiger turns out into a hammer lock. Mitchell with the snap mare to Tiger and then a hard kick to the back! Tiger springs to his feet looking pissed off and Mitchell responds with a stiff slap to the side of the face which brings a big crowd reaction! Tiger charges, swings a clothesline, Mitchell ducks, Tiger hits the ropes, Mitchell goes for a roaring elbow, Tiger ducks, hits the ropes again, Mitchell goes for a back elbow, Tiger ducks. He puts the breaks on, goes for a hip toss, Mitchell lands on his feet, swings a clothesline, Tiger ducks, superkick attempt from Tiger, Mitchell moves out the way, goes for another roaring elbow, Tiger ducks, both men go for drop kicks and it's a stand off!! The crowd go insane for the frantic and fast paced action as Mitchell nods his head and Tiger loosens off his well known bad knee as they circle each other again. SC: Now that is what you call a wrestling exchange! These are two of the best in the business and they showed it right there. Going for move after move, ducking and countering from both men, amazing action. SJ: I preferred it at the beginning of the match when they were just punching the crap out of each other! The middle of the match sees Mitchell take control. They lock up intensely in the middle of the ring again and then trade some arm drags. Tiger is the quicker of the two and he is able to nail Mitchell with a spinning heel kick and back him into the corner. Tiger charges looking for a double knee strike but Mitchell moves and Tiger hits both knees off the top turnbuckle!! Like a shark that smells blood Mitchell zeros in on Tiger's previously injured knee. He works it over with knee drops, elbow smashes, punches and kicks. He drives it into the mat repeatedly and drapes it over the bottom rope before bringing all his weight crashing down on to it. Tiger is in a lot of pain as Mitchell continues to work over his leg for the majority of the middle of the match. He takes Tiger down with a dragon screw leg whip and hooks on an Indian death lock which has Tiger writhing in pain. He has to use the ropes to break the hold. Tiger tries to fight back with some right hands and goes for a suplex, but Mitchell blocks it, kicks him in the bad knee, then brings him down with a single leg take down, into a single leg Boston crab! The crowd are trying to rally behind Tiger as he again has to use the ropes to break the hold! Mitchell keeps on the offensive, throwing Tiger through the ropes and then following him outside. He picks Tiger up in a back suplex position and then rams his bad knee into the ring post. Mitchell wraps Tiger's leg around the ring post and beats on it as the referee makes his count. With the count at seven Mitchell rolls Tiger back in the ring and hooks him up in a figure four leg lock! The crowd are going crazy as Tiger writhes in pain, he looks close to tapping out on a number of occasions. He falls back onto the mat a couple of times for 2 counts as Mitchell keeps the pressure on! Tiger looks like he's done for but after much struggle he finally makes it to the ropes. Mike changes tact as he begins to unload with vicious chops to the chest and upper cut shots. He drops Tiger with a running elbow smash off the ropes for a 2 count and then plants him with a quick DDT for another 2 count. Tiger looks done for but he is able to avoid a charging Mitchell and Mike rams his shoulder into the ring post!! Tiger hobbles around before planting Mike with a dragon suplex, he holds on and nails a German suplex, before holding on again and lifting Mike up and somehow hitting a big powerbomb despite his bad leg!! Tiger and Mike are both down and Tiger is clutching his leg, he slowly rolls over and makes a cover on Mitchell, but only gets a 2 count! SC: This match is such a clash of styles, both these men are using what brought them so much success. For Mitchell it's picking apart a body part. For Tiger it's his heart, determination and never say die attitude that's brought him back into this contest. These are two real ring warriors! SJ: I can't believe Young didn't tap out earlier. Mitchell just destroyed his bad knee and I can't believe Mitchell kicked out of that triple move combination by Tiger! The finish of the match is hot, intense and just what you'd expect from these two men. Tiger is on the offensive with a flurry of right hands, before lifting Mitchell onto the top rope and then sending him across the ring with a hurricanranna from the top for a close two count. Tiger is always favouring his leg, but he stays on Mitchell with three running clotheslines before hitting a northern lights suplex for another close 2 count. Tiger throws Mitchell into the corner and hits a splash before using the ropes to plant Mike with a big swinging DDT to a huge crowd reaction. Tiger signals that the match is over and climbs to the top turnbuckle before hitting a big moonsault on Mitchell. He makes the cover and gets the closest near fall of the match! Tiger is confident as he picks Mike up, but he's caught in a small package for a 2 count, then an inside cradle for another 2 count, then a sunset flip for a third 2 count in succession from Mitchell! Both men are up but Tiger ducks the lariat attempt from Mitchell and brains him with a superkick to a big crowd reaction! Tiger makes the cover but again Mike kicks out just in time at a count of 2! Young brings Mike up and shoves him into the corner before lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle. He goes for a superplex, but Mike blocks it, he punches away at Tiger's bad knee before nailing Young in the head with a couple of knee strikes that knock Tiger silly. With him dazed Mitchell lifts Tiger onto his shoulders and comes off the top turnbuckle with a huge super death valley driver to a massive crowd pop!! He makes the cover and at the last possible second Tiger kicks out! Mitchell gets up and goes for 'The Flawless Execution' but Tiger is able to roll him up with a pin for another very close 2 count! Both men are up quickly, Tiger charges and swings a clothesline, Mike ducks, Tiger hits the ropes and both men hit huge lariats on the return and they are both down! The crowd are going insane with duelling chants of 'let's go Tiger' and 'let's go Mitchell' as the referee makes his count. He gets to a count of 6 before either man stirs. They both slowly get to their feet and start trading punches as the crowd roar! Tiger takes control with a thumb to the eye that has the Mitchell fans booing, he goes for 'The Sabretooth' but Mitchell back drops him, then drop kicks Tiger's bad knee and hooks him up in leg grape vine submission!! Tiger is writhing in pain as Mike has the incredibly painful MMA style knee bar locked in tight! Tiger looks like he might tap out, his hand hovers above the mat as the noise in the arena is deafening!! Tiger struggles and just as he looks like he might reaches the ropes, Mitchell stands up, turns the hold into a sharp shooter and then drags Tiger back into the centre of the ring to a huge reaction from the crowd!! Tiger though quickly spins his body and hooks Mike's head pulling him into a pin attempt. Mike just kicks out in time! SC: Folks I've never seen anything like this, the heart, the desire, the excellence of both these fantastic competitors! This is unreal! SJ: Wow Tiger's got him in The Sabretooth this is it! Tiger goes for 'The Sabretooth' but Mitchell blocks the attempt, he goes for 'The Flawless Execution' but Tiger spins away, he goes for a clothesline but Mitchell ducks and hooks Tiger in a backslide, the referee counts…1…..2….Tiger's foot goes on the rope…3!!! The crowd erupt as the referee turns and signals for the bell as Mike and Tiger both get to their feet. Mitchell quickly grabs the referee and indicates that Tiger's foot was on the rope. Tiger is in shock, he looks on as if he doesn't believe Mike won't take the win, even though Tiger's foot was on the bottom rope. The crowd are going crazy in the confusion as Mitchell tells the referee to restart the match!! The referee won't do it and Mike turns his back on Tiger and starts really yelling at the referee, finally the referee agrees and calls for the bell and as soon as he does Tiger rolls Mitchell up from behind, 1…..2….Mitchell just kicks out right on the count of 3, it couldn't be any closer, to a huge crowd reaction!!! Tiger is quickly up grabs him and goes for 'The Sabretooth' again, but Mitchell heaves him up over head, while still being held in the double arm butterfly, dropping back onto Tiger and pinning him to the mat, 1……2…..3!!! This time the pin is official and the crowd explode with noise! SC: I don't believe it! Mike Mitchell wins the match but what a controversial ending to the match!! SJ: What the hell was Mitchell doing? He had the match won and made the referee restart it? Is he insane? SC: No, he's just a damn good sportsman! He knew Tiger's foot was on the rope! SJ: Mitchell is lucky he won this I tell you, Tiger had him with that roll up, that was a three count, I'm sure of it. SC: So is Tiger Young! In the ring Mitchell has rolled to the outside as Tiger looks furious and in shock. He gets up and is arguing with the referee who tries to tell him Mitchell kicked out and he got pinned! The crowd are going insane as Tiger grabs the referee and plants him with 'The Sabretooth!!' Mitchell backs up the ramp as Tiger stands in the ring staring a hole in him and shaking his head. Mike makes the 1,2,3 gesture as Tiger freaks out again, kicking the ropes in frustration as the noise in MSG is deafening. Tiger screams 'this isn't over' as Mitchell backs up the ramp nodding his head in agreement!! Winner, via pinfall: 'The Purist' Mike
Mitchell (CROSS TO LA) MM: We always knew it would be an iconic match, but just how iconic nobody could have foretold. US: You want to talk iconic we got one match and then we know who will be in the finals. MM: Let's take a look on how they got here… King
of the Deathmatches Semi Final - OF: This is a semi final contest and is a Last Bloodmatch… *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION' - MEGADETH PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.) OF: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!! MM: How is Ian Monks going to view this one...two of his "buddies" in the semi finals. US: We said it could happen, but these two have got a lot of tension...heck did you see The Big Bang Theory in CWC...man oh man this one is going to be physical OF: And his opponent... *'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.) OF: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! MM: Dorian Wong a victim earlier...now he must face an allie of sorts and the man they call the Hardcore Legend... US: Fasten your seat belts this ride just got bumpy!!! The two men go face to face in the middle of the ring, exchanging unpleasentries back and forth. The referee calls for the bell and the talking stops and the fists start to fly back and forth. Angel is the first to connect with two shots in succession and he sends Legend back reeling. From seemingly out of nowhere, with his opponent dazed from the shots moments ago Angel charges ahead and nails Legend with a spear, taking him down to the mat. Angel then steps outside the ring and looks over the tools that are sitting outside the ring and opts for an old wrestling favorite, the cheese grater. Angel rolls back into the ring where Legend seems to be waiting for him as he levels Angel with a lariat. Legend recovers the grater and proceeds to go to work with it over Angel's face. MM: Hardcore Legend is just grating that man's face like he was preparing a pizza. This match is still early and Fallen Angel already has blood gushing from his face. US: That's what this tournament is all about. You have to be prepared to shed some blood if you want that illustrious title of King of the Deathmatch. Legend finishes making slivers of Angel's face and throws the grater down onto his opponent. He picks Angel up and sends him right back down in a pool of his own blood with a quick suplex. Legend takes a few moments to play to the crowd taunting them and informing them that it's only a matter of time before Angel can no longer move. This gives Angel all the time he needs as he gets up and removes something from his waistband. Legend turns back to his opponent and gets absolutely leveled and busted open by a shot from Angel's brass knuckles. Angel heads back outside and pulls a lead pipe and a trash can from the tables. He slides back into the ring and tries to place the trashcan over Legend's head. Legend catches him off guard though and rolls him over into a small package. Their's nothing the ref can do though as the only way to win is by having your opponent pass out. MM: You've got to imagine that might have been all under normal rules, but seeing as how you have to beat your opponent bad enough they lose so much blood they pass out, that just isn't the case here tonight. US: The blood loss is already taking its toll on these two men here tonight. This is their second match of the evening, each going through hellish first round matches, you have to wonder exactly how long it really will be until on can't go on anymore from blood loss. Both men get back to their feet and square off in the center of the ring once again, both men bleeding profusely from their faces. Legend tries first to punch Angel but its block and Angel retaliates with a punch of his own that sends Legend to the mat below. He springs right back up and is met with another shot that sends him down again. Legend wisely rolls to the outside of the ring to the boos of the crowd. He looks under the ring and pulls out a nail studded baseball bat. Legend pulls it out and holds it in front of his eyes, almost like a kid on Christmas morning. Angel sees the opportunity and runs and tries a baseball slide but Legend side steps it and cracks Angel in the gut with the bat on his way out. Legend pulls the bat over his head to swing but holds back to the confusion of the crowd. He shakes his head a little bit, trying to clear the cob webs, and retain consciousness as he has lost a lot of blood so far. Instead of swinging he brings the bat to his side and drops to a knee. His breathing has become heavier and he stands back up after regaining himself. Angel is onto one knee now and doesn't look like he's getting up to quickly. Legend charges at Angel, looking to place the bat acrossed the Legend Killer's head, but Angel moves quickly and ties up Legends legs with his own and sends the Bastard face first into the metal ring post. Legend is down and isn't moving. The referee checks on Legend and calls for the bell, claiming that Legend is unable to continue. Winner and advancing: Fallen Angel (WE GO BACKSTAGE TO SEBASTIAN CROSS STANDING WITH KURT DAWSON.) KD: Tonight Sebastian you face the biggest match of your career...a title defence against a former Champion and a pretender to your throne. SC: You think for one moment there is a pretender to my throne...then you are sorely mistaken about Sebastian Cross. KD: Oh I mean... SC: Let's get this right...2007 was my year...2008 continus to be my year. KD: Thats two seperate years? SC: Who said Sebastian Cross operates like a calendar... (CROSS WALKS OFF.) [FLASHBACK: MONTANGE OF EVENTS IN NEW YORK AND LOS ANGELES SO FAR TONIGHT. WITH THE FINISHES ETC.] (CROSS TO LA.) MM: What a night it has been Scally, we have seen it boil down to two men who can be crowned the King of the Deathmatches for 2008. US: I can say that the tournament propelled me to the World title stage and of course proof in the pudding from last year when Cross walked out 10 months later…Undisputed World Champion. MM: Let's take one more look on how these two warriors…got here… MAIN EVENT - KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES FINAL - RANGER'S RULES MATCH Tremere vs Fallen Angel [FLASHBACK OF HOW THEY GOT HERE INCLUDING QUALIFIER MATCHES.] OF: This is a Final of the King of the Deathmatches tournament…and is a RANGERS RULES MATCH!!!! *'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.) OF: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! MM: He has survived Wong and Legend...for a man who has never won at Night of the Revolution can the 8th anniversary of the show finally allow Fallen Angel to be crowned King? US: This is the final a lot of people wanted to see Mac... OF: And his opponent... *'WEDDING NAILS' - PORCUPINE TREE PLAYS* The start of the match sees both men looking at the timer clock coming down, of course the match made famous by the Damned Yankee has a set time limit. Fallen Angel and Tremere lock up and Tremere finds the advantage snap maring Angel onto a land mine getting the first cheer of the evening as Angel grabs his back in pain. Tremere being schooled in this match as a wrestler and commentator launches Angel into the messy barbwire ropes and follows up with a knee to the nose breaking it wide open. The first half of the action continues as a furious pace with Tremere dominating most of proceedings. Angel is exposed to two of the C4 impacted turnbuckles and is bleeding and burned all over the place as Tremere revels in his triumph. MM: All Tremere in this opening gambit Scally and it seems that the man who has won this before knows exactly what needs to be done again this time around. US: Yes, but Angel is no slouch to the tournament...been a semi finalist and a finalist before and I have a feeling he knows just as well as Tremere the pitfalls of this type of match. MM: Both men looked battered and bruised from those earlier contests. US: Well as far as I am concerned, Norcia and Tremere was too close to call and in all fairness I felt that Legend might also topple Angel. Its been that close of a tournament, the pain these guys went through in the semi finals has to be taking its toll. MM: As a man of experience what would you advise? US: Get the fuck out of the cage! The middle of the match sees Tremere once more on the offensive, but a missed clothesline sees Angel ram him face first into a C4 turnbuckle following a german suplex onto a landmine. With the advanatge changing, Angel shows no mercy with fierce rights and lefts stunning Tremere before wrapping his neck in some barbwire ropes. Angel begins his climb up the side of the cage with Tremere fighting the ropes on the inside. Tremere splits his neck open to free himself once more showing how much this damn tournament means to him he grabs onto Angel's boot and tries pulling him back down in the finish he joins Angel half way up the side of the metal monster and delivers a stiff elbow to the jaw. He grabs a stunned Angel and bulldogs him from the side of the cage onto another landmine. Angel convulses on the canvass below as Tremere staggers back to his eventually and then staggers back into the fourth C4 explosive buckle!!! MM: Good God! Tremere is dead on his feet... US: The man has nothing left in the tank either, I told you, Norcia really got to him last round and likewise Legend to Angel...they punishment they took might well determine who walks out the King. This could well be the most brutal tournament of all time! MM: Angel getting slowly to his feet...SPEAR INTO TREMERE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! ONCE MORE BOTH MEN DOWN! US: I think the sick bags provided for the fans are being used now... MM: Whys that? US: I have needed a shit for half this PPV! MM: (throws up) With the time limit ticking down both men get to their knees and trade punches till they are both standing. Tremere reverses an Angel irish whip attempt sending him into the steel side of hell! Tremere once more begins his ascent to the top of the cage, with seemingly his last burst of energy, Angel rushes towards the side of the cage and leaps onto it grabbing for Tremere. Both men begin to climb to the top sitting almost on barbwire. MM: Time still to play here Scally, but both are on the top of this...Tremere going for a...Angel blocked it! MY GOD HE HAS JUST THROWN TREMERE BACK INTO THE RING!!!! US: He has it in the bag... MM: Why the hesitation...no...no...he cannot be serious... US: HE FUCKING IS!!!! Angel looks down on Tremere and signals to someone in the crowd. Michael Norcia from the Illumintai appears and climbs the outside of the cage. He has a baseball bat in hand and a cannister of something. US: FLAMING BASEBALL BAT! MM: Norcia has no business being here at all...his night is over...wait who the hell is that! From the otherside of the ring Hardcore Legend emerges and climbs into the cage as well with a set of handcuffs. The crowd are booing the house down. Legend drags Tremere over to the barbwire ropes and cuffs him to them. Angel then lights the baseball bat and drops down into the cage slamming it onto the head of Tremere at the same time. The crowd are in a state of shock and awe as Angel swings again connecting with Tremere at least another three times!!! MM: We need some damn help out here...here comes Aaron Roberts!!! Roberts hits the ring, but is quickly speared into the guard rail by Norcia. Legend and Norcia take turns beating the hell out of Aaron Roberts on the outside. Angel begins his climb out of the cage. Tremere lies motionless in the ring his face a crimson mask, his hair burned seemingly almost off. Angel drops to the floor on the outside. US: WE HAVE A NEW KING! MM: Under God damn disgraceful circumstances Scally... US: Well technically he had the match won anyways...I mean, but yeah...interesting finish huh. MM: Seems a pact was made between Ian Monks' boys to whoever got to the final got a little help huh. US: You would have never thought it based on Legend vs. Angel earlier...but the almighty dollar seems to have won over anything else tonight. MM: And look at those sick freaks raising Angel's hand...counting down the demise of Tremere as the clock ticks... The ring explodes as Tremere lies motionless as soon as EMTs can they rush down, not before a few of them are laid out by Legend and Norcia. Angel's music plays out as he forces a sinnister smile in the direction of Tremere. Winner and 2008 King of the Deathmatches: Fallen Angel (CROSS TO NY) SC: 2008 has crowned a new King and tonight celebration for Fallen Angel in very controversial circumstances... SJ: Its what I always dreamed would happen...Fallen Angel the King of the Deathmatches...has such a nice ring to it...wohoo! SC: And a certain assist to Norcia and HL. SJ: That almost made me cry with joy... SC: Unbelievable scenes in Los Angeles, but we have one more turn instore for you here…lets see how the World title became important to these three stars…. (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for…THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WOLF WHISTLES. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AND WE SEE A SHOT OF JOEY LUPINO IN AN OLD SCHOOL GANGSTER SUIT. HE IS HOLDING TWO TOMMY GUNS IN EACH HAND AND FIRES THEM AT THE CAMERA AS THE WORDS, "THE ENFORCER" ARE SPELT OUT ON THE SCREEN IN BULLET HOLES. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SCENES OF LUPINO IN ACTION IN THE RING AND SOME OF HIS BEST MOMENTS. LUPINO WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE LOOKING CONFIDENT BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 235 pounds…'The Enforcer' Joey Lupino!!! SC: The man that shocked the world at Autumn Annihilation 8 has a chance to reclaim the title he claims he never lost and if you think about it, nobody pinned Joey for that belt. SJ: So true…but it's a futile claim because whether its him or Cross. We shall all be worshipping at the alter of James Onlee tomorrow morning… JH: And his opponent… *'SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES' RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: The Sultan of Submission some has laballed him as…and tonight the question begs can he make one of them tap. SJ: We have seen the heated exchanges back and forth, but if you ask me Cross and Joey are scared of what James Onlee can deliver. JH: And introducing… *'AENEMA' - TOOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN WITH A BLUE PYROS FALLING DOWN ALL AROUND HIM.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: At NOR 7 he became the King of the Deathmatches, now walking into Madison Square Garden he holds the biggest prize in wrestling with one goal, to walk out with it. SJ: Cross' fairytale is over as far as I am concerned and when I mean over, I am already preparing a load of James Onlee World Champion Halos for the merchandising department. The first thing that stands out in this three way contest. Is the mass divergence of styles. Joey Lupino of course takes the role of the powerhouse brawler. Tossing around Onlee and Cross. Cross takes the role as the skillful flyer. Hitting some of the most innovative flips and dives from anything he can find. Finally Onlee with the more subdued submission strategy. Often Onlee slips into the background when the Cross and Lupino brawls become heated and always steps in to take advantage. Then stepping out when these two regain their bearings. For probably the first five to ten minutes there is no clear advantage. With each competitor keeping up a quick pace. Tons of ones and two counts. Tons of spilling outside and back inside. Basically sheer insanity. One thing to note early on. The hatred between the three is obvious. But, again, Onlee is the one who keeps a cool head. You know, Lupino has officially apologized to Cross for what he has done... but watching this match. You may not have known it. And that's their downfall early on. As Lupino brightly reverses a superplex into a superplex onto the outside and both are out instantly. Onlee's face explodes with a smile as he wanders over to the ropes. Looking over and stalking the bodies. Waiting to see who is up first. It's Lupino by a hair. Onlee onto the outside and slamming his skull into the outside mats with a Michinoku Driver. He then finds Cross on his way up and drops him with an implant double arm DDT. He then walks over to Lupino and picks him up. He then slides him into the ring. Onlee after. Right as he's up Onlee lands the shinning wizard knocking him back down. With it Onlee lands into a senton. Then going for the dragon sleeper. Getting it synched in within a second. Proving the supreme submission prowess of the Reverend. The hold is broken by a springboard frogsplash from Sebastian Cross. Cross obviously is first to his feet and brawls Onlee on his way up. Onlee to his feet but with difficulty. Through the blows delivered to him he is a bit phased when there. Cross backs up to the ropes and rebounds. But a massive surprise as Lupino leaps to his feet somehow and dives with a spear knocking Cross back to the ground. Onlee then charges forward and flips over Lupino dropping him with a grounded variation of the "Diamond Dust". He then hooks the arm with his legs and goes for the crossface. Lupino tries to fight it but Onlee hooks it in. Onlee locks in the crippler crossface. Evil bastard. The ref hovers around Lupino asking whether he wishes to quit or not. Lupino fight it but with difficulty. Cross is up and springboards off with a missle dropkick to Onlee's face breaking the hold. SC: Very back and forth main event we have going here. SJ: Cubertstone, You ever wondered where you're going to go when you die? SC: Cuthbertson... SJ: Yes, Heaven. I want to go there too... You know, I think we just need to give the title to James Onlee... I mean, you don't want to piss of the big man, do you? I don't want to go to Hell! Cross really favoring his springboards as he jumps onto the second rope and as Onlee is getting up he lands a corkscrew backflip into a swinging neckbreaker. Then jumping to the top ropes and as Lupino gets up he lands victim to the top rope flipping of death. Then to his feet as Onlee is making his way up and on fire with a enziguri kick. Knocking him to the ropes. He then charges after and gets a hurricarana over the top rope. Catching the top rope on his way back and pulling his way back up. He then jumps to the top rope going for another springboard move onto Lupino. But Lupino catches him in mid air and lands a vicious powerbomb that shakes the ring! The crowd raise as everyone is down. A few seconds pass by. Everyone beings to get behind their favorite whether it be Cross or Lupino or they be a complete smartass. But the smartasses are well drowned out by the fans who are really really into this match like madness. Next moment is Lupino's moment of glory. Lupino starts off on Cross with some severe power moves. Gorilla presses, powerbombs, brainbusters, etc. When Onlee sneaks in the ring he gets the bright idea to slam fetus jar into Lupino's head and shatter it to the ground... But sadly Lupino catches him before it happens and turns around. And he's pissed... Onlee, not wanting to admit it, but he is scared. Deterred by the anger in Lupino's eyes. He places fetus jar onto the mat(luckily not shattering so poor fetus is ok) and then tries to make his way out of the ring but Lupino charges and catches Onlee... Onlee drops Lupino onto the rope. Thinking he's stopped Lupino. He then grabs Lupino and pulls him to the ropes. Setting him up in suplex position. With Onlee standing on one side of the ropes on the apron and Lupino in the ring on the other. He tries but doesn't have the strength to pull Lupino up and immediately it's reversed into a brainbuster DDT. SJ: SINNER! SC: Look, if you aren't going to call this fantastic display of ring work. Then shut the fuck up! SJ: No! I am protesting the fact that our company is fighting the will of God! The highest being in the universe! Scoop... never forget that! SC: One of these days I'm going to jab your throat out with a ball point pen, Snoop. We then gets Lupino and Onlee exchanging some heavy suplexes and other grapples. Starting out mostly with Lupino but through a few eye pokes and other cheap tactics Onlee catches up. What happens next is one of the most impressive displays of technical wrestling. Onlee dictates at first being the technical master but what happens is with the three there's an exchange. Two of which start with the grappling and heavy reversals. Whenever somebody is pushed out the other two continue the process. Making one of the world's longest bit of chain wrestling. The fans pop like nuts. It culminates eventually to Cross and Onlee landing a double suplex onto Lupino. Then Onlee getting a good kick in the balls and landing a suplex onto Cross. Which follows in some of the most lightning fast chain wrestling ever seen. With Cross favoring the aerial styles. At one point though even Onlee takes a few risks and lands a beautiful top rope elbow drop. Lupino gets back into it and it's back to brawling. Spills out of the ring and a lot of heavy spots. Cross being tossed over the railing into the concrete. Onlee hitting Lupino with a swinging neckbreaker onto the mats. Extensive use of the railing, ring bell, and steps. One thing about this match is it seems to cover every single style on the spectrum. And the three involved seem to handle it perfectly. Back into the ring. Cross hits a snappy 'Re-Liberation' onto Onlee only to have Lupino break his fall. Lupino then gets a kick to the gut and goes for 'The Hit' but Cross reverses it into a hurricarana. Then as they're both up Cross hooks Lupino up hoping to get a 'Divine Intervention' but Lupino reverses into a chickenwing followed by an Olympic Slam. He then goes for a pin but it seems that Onlee has just recovered and breaks it up. Both Lupino and Onlee get to their feet at the same time. Lupino goes for something but it's ducked and Onlee hits a 'Sinner's Spiral'. Two count... Lupino very close to the ropes and gets the foot. Cross now up lands an elbow drop onto the back of Onlee. He then lands a few more in rapid succession. He brings Onlee to his feet and hits him with his own finisher 'The Grip Of God'. Onlee screams in pain as Cross pulls of the sequence perfectly. In fact, it seems right as he gets it synched in Onlee looks about to throw the towel in. But luckily for him Lupino has recovered and leaps off of the top rope. Very much varying the style of a man his size and hardcore brawler, he lands an epic looking 450 splash onto both Cross and Onlee. Maybe not the most graceful but definitely sends the fans into mania. SC: These three men looking to end this. Looking for the finishers. I think at this point any competitor could pick it up. All three up at the same time. They begin circling the ring a bit. Hesitant to make a move... Up until the point where Lupino and Cross stop and then look at each other and then look at Onlee... then look at each other. Enemies eternally but that doesn't stop them for sharing a devilish grin. We then get what is probably the biggest pop of the night. Onlee's eyes widen as he immediately tries to escape. Knowing what these two have in mind. They then charge Onlee and pull him away from the ropes. Onlee fights with some viscious fists to the gut but a few knees from both competitors weaken him down. The then whip him to the ropes and on the rebound a double back body drop. They then repeat suit. They then go for a third for good measure. Onlee is then brought to his feet. Double irish whip. Cross drops to the floor as Onlee hops over him but Onlee is caught by Lupino who brings up Onlee in brainbuster position. Cross then hops back to his feet and jumps onto the ropes. He does a moonsault off of the top rope and on landing grabs Onlee by his feet. While Lupino drops him with the brainbuster. Making one of the most fantastic looking spiked brainbusters ever seen. The crowd rise as Onlee is obliterated. The comradery ends there between Joey Lupino and Sebastian Cross... SJ: GET UP ONLEE GET UP! GOD, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO! Another brawlfest ensues between Lupino and Cross. Neither seem to be giving the other ground. Lupino then grabs Cross by the arm and whips him. Landing a flapjack on the rebound. He then brings Cross up again and kicks him in the stomach. He goes for 'The Hit' but Cross rolls out of it and then goes for his own finisher the 'Divine Intervention'. But Lupino grabs the arms and reverses it into 'The Hit'... But that's not it. He then uses 'The Hit' to hit a devestating series of chain powerbombs. Five in completion. Then five more. Then five more. Cross seems completely out of it. 1....2... A bible shot to the back of the head... Of the ref. The audience goes livid. Megaheat for James Onlee. Who now goes down to one knee... Hands clasped. Thanking God for his fortune. Doesn't sit well with Joey Lupino as he gets up and grabs James Onlee by the hood. But, James Onlee has a suprise in store as he head-butts Lupino square in the forehead. For some reason this causes Lupino to drop like a bowling pin. Onlee then reaches into his vale and produces a steel plate which he immediately disposes of. We then see some life in Cross who is making his way up. Onlee then slides out of the ring and grabs the World heavyweight title. He slides back into the ring and smashes Cross in the face with the belt. Knocking him down and bloddying him up. Onlee then stalks Lupino waiting for him to get to his feet. He slams him down with the 'Sinners Spiral'. Then goes for the pin. The referee is just up and begins the count. 1...2...3... Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: 'The Reverend' James Onlee SC: MY GOD! SJ:
Yes he damn well is...James Onlee our new World Champion... (END
SHOW.)
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