Sunday November 29th - Middlesborough, England - Riverside Stadium

[FLASHBACK: THE DRAMATIC EVENTS OF JUNE 23RD 2009 @ DEATH OF GLORY WHERE DORIAN WONG TRIED TO MURDER SEBASTIAN CROSS AND DESTROY WEMBLEY WITH A FIRE. THE FIGHT BETWEEN T.F.W.F. AND PWR IS SHOWN WHICH LEAD FROM DDX INTO HARD STEEL: REVOLUTION RISING. NOTED AS WELL AS THE WORD ‘RISING’ LINGERS IS A SPLIT SCREEN SHOT OF THE MOULD JC MCDONALD RISING BACK TO HIS HEIGHTS OF SUCCESS. THE TWO SCREENS THEN MERGE TO SHOW HIM TAKING THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FROM CROSS. THE NEXT FOOTAGE SHOWS THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OVER RECENT WEEKS CROSS HAS BEEN THROUGH CONTRASTED BY THE GOLDEN AGE OF SUCCESS FROM MCDONALD. IMAGES OF THE TWO MENS FACES STARING AT ONE ANOTHER IS SHOWN AS THEY EXPLODE IN THE FIRE...WITH THE MANICAL FACE OF DORIAN WONG IN SHADOW LAUGHING LIKE A LOON.] *’ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY’ – U2 PLAYS* (THE CROWD AT THE RIVERSIDE EXPLODE AS THE CAMERA PANS AROUND. SIGNS IN THE CROWD SAY THINGS SUCH AS ‘THE MOULD IS FINISHED’, ‘SANDY’S LUCK HAS RUN OUT’, ‘RESPECT THE PECT’, ‘I CAME FOR INSANITEAM’ AND ‘JOSE RAMON DOUBLE GOLDAGE!!!’. FINALLY THE CAMERA SHOT SETTLES ON THE TUXEDO CLAD DUO OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Welcome home T.F.W.F...WELCOME TO THE BORO! THE BIRTH PLACE OF ALL THINGS T.F.W.F.! TONIGHT THE GLOVES ARE OFF AND WE ARE GETTING DOWN AND DIRTY ONCE MORE...THE UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP IS ON THE LINE...THE CONTROVERSIAL WORLD CHAMPION JC MCDONALD...A MAN WHO SHOULD EPOTIMIZE EVERYTHING ABOUT SUCCESS HAS IN MANY MINDS WEASELED HIS WAY TO THE GOLD...AND NOW HE MUST MEET THE FORMER CHAMPION...THE MAN WHO HAS LOST IT ALL AT THE HANDS OF THE INSANE CLOWN DORIAN WONG AND NOW SEARCHES FOR SOLICE AND FOR A MEANS BACK...SEBASTIAN CROSS...ITS MCDONALD VS. CROSS AND ITS FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! SJ: I can hardly hear you Scoop...(taps microphone) IS THIS THING ON? SC: Unfortunately yes, tonight as well...Rhys Pect has watched superstar after superstar go down at the hands of The Career Killers including his own best friend and former Tag Team Partner Mike Mitchell. Tonight he goes one on one with the man responsible the leader of T.C.K. the Legend of Career Killers...Fallen Angel...Pect vs. Angel and by God with the injured state of Rhys Pect some of these fans are fearing he could be next. SJ: He will be, I tell you, there is no way tonight is not going to be T.C.K.’s night. SC: Well there is a lot on the line for T.C.K. tonight...but also for Desert Sex. The war between Aaron Roberts the reigning North American Champion and Allen ‘Portal’ Bartsch has waged back and forth. Lets take a look at how this one came about... DWIWF North American Championship Match Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts (c) vs Allen 'Portal' Bartsch [FLASHBACK: APB’s ACCUSATION TOWARDS THE COMMONWEALTH CONNECTION IS SHOWN OF THEM ‘APPARENTLY’ TAKING OUT KENDELL SMITH. APB’S U-TURN ON THIS IS SHOWN AND HIS PROMISE TO AID THE CONNECTION IN TAKING OUT THE THIRD MEMBER OF DESERT SEX...AARON ROBERTS. LAST WEEKS ATTACKS ON EACH OTHER ARE SHOWN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP WHILST THE TAT SHOWS OFF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES. ROBERTS ADMIRES HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds... he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: One third of the controversial “boy band” Desert Sex and some said not exactly the brains out the outfit either Snoop. SJ: Hey that’s slander! Aaron is very, very intelligent he just chose a career of being sexy and using his beautiful voice to wow fans. That’s not being stupid...if anything its being incredibly selfless. God, I love Desert Sex Scoop... SC: (sigh) We know! JH: And his opponent... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: APB has called it mission so to speak to win tonight and to let the Connection know he is on their side. That he believes in The Alliance...actions need to speak louder than words tonight Snoop. SJ: They do, but they will be the actions of The Cobra the longest reigning North American Champion of all time Scoop... The begining of the match sees Roberts smirking, motioning for Bartsch to attack him. Bartsch complies, but Roberts ducks a lariat attempt and immediately lays a number of punches on Bartsch's face. He grabs him and whips him across the ropes, and when he returns Roberts drives him down on the mat with a lariat. Smiling, he picks up Bartsch and goes for a suplex, but it's too early on in the match and Bartsch is able to slide down behind Roberts. He goes for a back suplex, but Roberts elbows him in the face and goes for a superkick, but Bartsch blocks it and instead nearly takes off Robert's head with a lariat as the crowd ooohs in response. Bartsch makes a quick cover, but only manages a two count before Roberts kicks out and finds his way back up to his feet. Bartsch continues on the offensive, landing a number of punches as he takes Roberts and whips him into the turnbuckle. He takes a few steps back and then charges into the turnbuckle, going for a stinger splash, but Roberts rolls out of the way just in time for Bartsch to meet the turnbuckle. Bartsch takes a few steps back in pain as Roberts takes the oppertunity to roll up Bartsch, but only manages a two count. SC: Thus far it's been an even match here as neither have gotten the advantage thus far... SJ: It's just a matter of time before the Desert Sex mojo starts working...no reason to be worried at all! The middle of the match sees Roberts stomps on Bartsch as the crowd starts to root for Bartsch, a chant starting. Roberts sneers at the fans as he picks up Bartsch and goes for an STO, but Bartsch elbows him a number of times, causing Roberts to take a few steps back, a bit stunned. Bartsch kicks Roberts in the gut and lands a high impact DDT as the crowd continues to cheer for Bartsch. Bartsch picks up the stunned Roberts and whips him off the ropes again, this time kneeing him in the midsection as Roberts flips over in a seated position, his eyes widening in both shock and pain. Bartsch picks up Roberts from behind and goes for a sleeper, but Roberts powers out as he lands a low blow from behind, the referee not seeing it as the crowd boos. He takes the pained Bartsch and throws him over the top rope, sending him toppling to the floor as Roberts follows him. He hears the booing and jeers from the crowd as sneers at them once again, but does notice one fan, a man in his twenties with curly, long blond hair that is wearing a Desert Sex t-shirt. He's fully behind Roberts, cheering him on as Roberts points to him and nods, smiling. As Roberts is doing this, however, he doesn't see Bartsch recover from the low blow attack from earlier and turns around only to be twisted inside out by another lariat as the crowd roars with approval, only the apparent Desert Sex fan booing him for his actions. SC: Roberts should not be distracted by the fans here tonight, especially if he wants to hang on to the DWIWF North American championship! SJ: Hey, he has...or, had, Bartsch where he wanted him at, he deserves to yell at these undeserving people! The final moments of this match sees APB throw a pained Roberts back into the ring, seeminly more pumped that he has been in any match in quite a while. He slides back into the ring and prepares for the All Points Bulliten, and as Roberts manages to get back up to his feet, he turns around and is nailed with APB's finishing manuver! The crowd goes wild as the referee starts to count....1....2...NO! The referees hand was indeed about to come down for the three count, but somehow Roberts managed to put one of his feet on top of the bottom rope. An angry Bartsch starts to argue with the referee as Roberts starts to come to, his mind just simply in another world, now relying only on instincts. He puts his hand down his pants, causing most of the audience to suddenly feel sick, but Roberts does this for a reason- he has a small, illegal object! When APB comes back to pick up Roberts he is suddenly seeing stars as Robert smashes the forigen object into Bartsch's face as he falls down to the mat with a thud. Roberts quickly covers APB and puts his feet on the ropes and the referee counts to three, as Roberts retains his North Amercian championship via lowbrow circumstances. Winner, via pinfall and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Aaron Roberts Roberts holds the belt up as the crowd boo. He goes over to the one fan cheering from him earlier and poses for a picture as the fan who's face is somewhat hidden by their hair squeals in delight as Aaron walks away the victor. In the ring APB slams his hand into the mat in frustration... SC: Well at least one fan is happy with that outcome...as Aaron Roberts has retained the North American title, but Allen left here with nothing. SJ: Apart from a lesson in not crossing Aaron Roberts I might add!!! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (A LIMO IS SEEN PULLING UP OUTSIDE THE STADIUM. THE DOOR OPENS AND OUT STEPS IAN MONKS TO A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF BOOS FROM THE CROWD. HE SHAKES HAND WITH HEAD OF T.F.W.F. SECURITY LAW AND ORDER. ALL OF A SUDDEN A PA OF THE T.F.W.F. COMES RUNNING OVER.) PA: Mr. Monks...Mr. Monks, I have an urgent message from Siberia... (MONKS ROLLS HIS EYES.) IM: You tell that old bastard his funds are cut short for a reason...he wants to spend the next three weeks sucking down cheap booze and fucking cheaper hookers...he can do it on his own account and if he wants a job...he better get his grey ass back here! PA: But sir... (MONKS HOLDS UP HIS HAND.) IM: Thats it! Now I got to see what the hell is going on with this PPV. I already missed the first match... (THE PA DOESN'T TRY AGAIN AS MONKS ADJUSTS HIS WINTER COAT AND LAO ESCORTS HIM INSIDE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: A very late and very busy Mr. Monks there Snoop, I wonder what that urgent message from Siberia was? SJ: As the boss said, more than likely something completely unimportant...It’s a well known fact The Management is a blithering idiot so he’s probably calling to ask how to tie his shoelaces. SC: That blithering idiot is a former World Champion and one of the most successful wrestling promoters of all time Snoop...and let’s not forget the great jobs he has done running this place over the years, the people of Boro don’t forget it, I will tell you that much. SJ: And they probably don’t forget how he tried to sell this promotion from under the nose of Mr. Monks to make Brandon Watkins famous...I mean nobody could make Brandon Watkins famous! He couldn’t wrestle a lick when he was here. SC: I’ll grant you Watkins had mixed success and The Management made a hell of a bad choice, but I think Mr. Monks should be concerned with this message from Siberia...I mean it could mean anything! SJ: And as I said...absolutely nothing... SC: Well at the moment nothing is the best way to sum up the gold around the respective waists of Stevie Swing and Kent Clark...tonight that is going to change...since the unscheduled retirement of Mike Mitchell, the Light-Heavyweight Championship has been vacant...tonight one of these two high flying competitors will begin the next chapter in the titles illustrious history... T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match Kent Clark vs Stevie Swing [FLASHBACK: THE SHOCK EXIT FROM THE T.F.W.F. OF MIKE MITCHELL IS SHOWN. SWING OF COURSE BEING HIS LAST MATCH MAKES CLAIM TO THE THRONE OF THE LHW CHAMPIONSHIP, BUT KENT PROTESTS. THE RECENT ALTERCATIONS BETWEEN THE TWO BACKSTAGE WHERE STEVIE HAS GOTTEN MUCH OF THE UPPERHAND IS SHOWN.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. SONIC BOOM BEGINS TO PLAY AS KENT CLARK SPRINTS OUT THE BACK, AND SPRINTS TOWARDS THE RING FASTER THAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing in at 215 pounds...'The Eight Bit Bid' Kent Clark!!! SC: The 8 Bit Kid and everyone’s favourite underdog Kent Clark looking to add to his resume a title which has eluded him on more than one occasion since he arrived in the T.F.W.F., the Light-Heavyweight title. Snoop can he do it tonight. SJ: In a word...’No’ in a few words ‘No fricking way’ SC: You know your incredibly hard on Kent. SJ: Someone has to be, these morons here for some reason worship a slightly buffer version of one of the cast of Revenge of the Nerds...NERD!!! SC: SIT DOWN! JH: And his opponent... *'DANCE EPIDEMIC' - ELECTRIC SIX PLAYS* (MIXED CROWD REACTION. 'DANCING QUEEN' SCROLLS ACROSS THE TRON AS STEVIE SWING WALKS ONTO THE STAGE HITTING A POSE. SHE MAKES HER WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois...weighing 130 pounds...Stevie Swing!!! SC: The rather bizarre Stevie Swing hasn’t been in the best of form in recent weeks and that’s not the sort of form you need going into a major title opportunity like this one. SJ: Recent form of Stevie vs. a life time of underachievement by Kent...I think I will stick with the Swing! SC: That’s your prerogative, but tonight we will crown a new Light-Heavyweight Champion. The beginning of the match sees some fantastic action from the two agile wrestlers, with Swing going straight for the pin as soon as the bell rings. She kicks off with a sunset flip, followed by a roll-up and a crucifix pin, however all three attempts are unsuccessful as the larger Kent Clark powers out of them to much ovation. Both wrestlers get to their feet and charge at one another, locking up with Clark getting the advantage and forcing Swing back into the ropes. He whips her off of them into the opposite set and sends her flying with a back body drop, clearly enjoying the revenge for the attacks made on him by the Dancing Queen. Swing leaps up to her feet and as Clark runs at her she grabs at his eyes, raking them and gaining massive boos from the fans before she hits a hard dropkick, sending him down. Swing continues to dominate, using her high-flying basis to bring Clark down with a crossbody for a two-count. She then uses a series of strikes to keep Clark grounded before hitting him with a standing moonsault, however to massive cheers Clark manages to get the knees up and he quickly dropkicks Swing's back, sending her into the corner. SC: What a start! These guys are faster than lightning! SJ: But are they as fast as my arrow clicking the cross when I get caught watching porn?! SC: ... The fast-paced beginning continues as Clark mounts a comeback, taking Swing out of the corner with a monkey flip and landing an enzuigiri to get a two-count. The fans cheer as Clark doesn't waste any time, running at the seated Swing and landing a spinning uppercut before he drops a leg across her throat and rolls backwards, standing and hitting a flip senton onto her midsection, once more getting a two. Clark continues to use his nippy moves to throw Swing all around the ring, and even looks close to getting a shock quick victory with a combination of an armdrag, hiptoss and corkscrew senton, however once more Swing pushes her shoulder up and the match continues. Both get to their feet, feeling the affects of what has been a very energetic and physical match thus far, and Clark shakes his head, pointing to the title at ringside. Swing goes for a clothesline, however it's reversed into a neckbreaker by Clark, who goes to the top rope, however before he can leap off Swing jumps up and lands an armdrag from the top! A collective gasp goes up as Clark looks down and out, with the referee checking Clark, who's shouting out in pain and grasping his arm tightly. SJ: You can't select 'restart mission' now nerd-boy! SC: Will you stop! Clark has one of the biggest hearts in this business, and it'll take more than that to keep him down! SJ: Well I'm pretty sure Swing plans on hitting more than just that, perhaps that superkick that's laid out Clark so many times in the past! The middle of the match sees the referee with his back to Swing, ensuring that Clark's ok, and Swing takes the opportunity to untie the turnbuckle cover, exposing the vicious metal beneath. She turns back to Clark and begins to stomp down on him, utilising her kicking power before dragging Clark up and landing a back suplex, all the while watching the turnbuckle and the referee to make sure he doesn't notice it. She then mounts Clark, punching away at his face relentlessly before dragging him up and slamming a knee into his gut, running off the ropes and dropping him with an elbow to the head. Swing then begins to focus her assault on the right arm of Clark, knowing full well that the Dragon Punch will be compromised if he loses the use of it. She begins to stamp on it, before twisting it into a wrist-lock while Clark's grounded, and slamming it into the ground. Finally she traps the arm between her legs and jumps, landing a knee drop with the arm trapped beneath! Stevie then makes a cover, however not being successful she decides to slow it down with a submission attempt - a fujiwara armbar. However, slowing it down and abandoning her high-flying dominance proves to be a mistake as the larger Clark manages to fight his way out of it, before shocking everyone and landing a powerslam to Swing, earning a two! SC: Well you don't normally see power moves from Kent Clark, but with the rare size advantage he's really using them tonight! SJ: Makes a change from the weedy little freak getting picked on by real men like Aaron Roberts and Sandy Makel! SC: Clark held his own very well against Makel, and managed to beat Aaron Roberts on many occasions... but enough of that, back to this fantastic match! Clark shakes his arm, knowing the powerslam may have been a mistake with the apparent injury, and both stagger to their feet, the pace beginning to slow as they're affected more and more by the hard-hitting moves, and Swing decides it's time to use her advantage in the corner; the exposed metal. She grabs a handful of Clark's hair and places his throat over the second rope, driving a knee into his back for four of the five allotted seconds before turning to the corner and pointing at it. The fans immediately boo as Swing irish whips Clark towards it, however they cheer loudly as Clark reverses it into a whip of his own! Swing goes careering towards the metal, however knowing the danger, she puts her hands out and grasps the ropes, just stopping herself. She turns, and Clark comes charging at her, and she drops down, grasping at Clark's legs and lifting him, dropping him face-first on the metal with a massive flapjack! The fans gasp as Clark dead-falls to the mat, and slowly drops out of the ring to the outside. The camera focusses down on him, and as he rolls over a clear cut on his forehead is bleeding, painting his face with the crimson mask. He slowly clambers into the ring and Swing rolls him over for a pin...1...2...Foot on the ropes from Clark! SJ: NO! Swing had that won, damn those ropes and Clark's stupid Zelda-fucking foot! SC: Well Clark knows exactly where he is in the ring, and he's saved the match for himself. Swing can't believe it, however her vicious side takes over as she begins to pummel Clark's arm with hard elbow strikes, before she grabs the arm and runs at the ropes, leaping straight over and bouncing the limb over the top! The crowd gasp as Clark holds his shoulder joint in agony, falling to the mat in pain as Swing climbs onto the apron. Clark slowly gets to his feet, and Swing springboards off of the ropes, catching the arm and falling back into an armbreaker over he knees! Once more she grasps the arm, twisting it into the fujiwara armbar for a second time and this time the pain is that much worse for Clark, who instantly looks as though he's considering tapping. He desperately looks around, and after fighting the submission for thirty seconds or so, manages to grasp the bottom rope. Swing refuses to break the old until what might as well be four and seven eighths, and she cockily stands, shouting at the referee, however as she turns Clark manages to use his good arm to trap her in a small package! 1...2...NO! Kickout from the Dancing Queen. SC: That arm's near enough destroyed by Swing, whatever you think of her, she's certainly a meticulous wrestler. SJ: Let's see Clark button mash NOW! Finish... Both get to their feet, and they begin to trade shots, the crowd booing Swing's and cheering Clark's. Eventually Swing gets the advantage with a harsh elbow, and she runs at Clark, looking for the hurricanrana, however Clark manages to catch her! The crowd stand as it looks as though Clark may be going for a powerbomb, however his arm gives way and Swing drops down, before turning to him and landing a Last Dance! The fans gasp as Clark hits the mat, however the action has clearly taken it out of Swing and she too stumbles back into the corner, too exhausted to make the cover. Slowly she makes her way to Clark, and drops down on him...1...2...KICKOUT! The fans go wild for Clark's massive kickout, the long wait between the move and the pin allowing Clark to recover. Swing smashes her fist into the mat in anger, before placing her hands around Clark's throat and choking him! The referee gets to a four before she breaks, and the referee pulls her away as Clark gets to his feet. Swing runs at him, however out of nowhere he kicks her in the gut and goes for Dragon Punch! As he swings his arm up for the uppercut part of the move, Swing ducks and grabs at his leg, rolling him up...1...Swing gets her feet on the top rope...2...Clark tries to kick out...3! The fans rain down boos as Swing immediately escapes the ring and Clark stares on with disbelief. She runs straight to the announce table and scoops up the title, standing on the table and holding the title above her head and laughing at the distraught Clark. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Stevie Swing SJ: Yes! Yes! Yes! She's gorgeous, she's hard-hitting and now she's a champion! SC: She cheated! SJ: Well Clark should know all about that being a gamer; not her fault if he can't escape the pin... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (MAHONEY MCMILLIAN IS STANDING BACKSTAGE WITH STEVIE SWING.) MM: Here with me at this time the brand new Light-Heavyweight Champion none other than Stevie Swing..Stevie a controversial win for you there to say the least where do you think you had the... SS: Did you see me...DID YOU SEE ME! I AM THE CHAMPION I AM! (ALL OF A SUDDEN A FOOT COMES FLYING IN FROM THE SIDE AND THE CROWD GASP AS STEVIE IS OUT COLD. STADING THERE IS KIRSTA LEWIS.) KL: Monday Mayhem...my belt comes home... (KIRSTA LEWIS WALKS OFF AS SWING IS LEFT ON THE FLOOR UNCONSCIOUS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Kirsta Lewis just gave the new LHW Champion...a message... SJ: I just stored that in the wank bank... SC: ...Well, the Light-Heavyweight title now has a new home folks... SJ: Kind of like you when your wife divorced you... SC: WILL YOU STOP! SJ: Hey you need to connect with the fans more and this is the perfect opportunity for you to do so and if you keep looking at me like that, I might get Phenom on your case! SC: Which is something nobody wants...especially Agent Decipher Light... Agent Decipher Light vs Phenom [FLASHBACK: THE BODIES OF THOSE TAKEN OUT BY PHENOM AS HIMSELF AND THE MASKED HIRED GUN OF TCK ARE SHOWN. ADL’S BUMBLING HIS WAY TO FINDING THIS OUT IS ALSO HIGHLIGHTED AND THE DESTRUCTION ON WHICH PHENOM HAS LAID ON ADL SINCE ADL SCUPPERED HIS PLANS.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'DE FUTURA' - MAGMA PILOTS PLAYS* (CROWD POP. SUDDENLY WE BREAK INTO DARKNESS. AS THE OPENING RIFF KICKS IN WE GET A GREEN LASER SHOW. SUDDENLY WITH THUNDEROUS DRUMS WE BUILD UP TO THE OPENING VOCALS. PYROS EXPLODE ON CUE AND ADL COMES OUT FROM THE FLAMES WITH LASERS. HE CHARGES TOWARD THE RING WITH AN AURA OF DOMINANCE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from an Undisclosed Desert in Nevada...weighing 295 pounds...Agent Decipher Light!!! SC: No doubt ADL is bizarre, eccentric...some might say a little crazy, but if it wasn’t for his perseverance we would be no closer to knowing what Phenom had done and for that we need to be thanking his guy. SJ: Thanking him for rifling through someone’s bag like a common thief...I think he doctored those receipts cause he epically failed in getting any evidence. SC: Even though both Phenom and TCK admitted it moments later... SJ: According to you they admitted it...according to you there was a nice hotel to stay in when we got here...and guess what...THERE WASNT! JH: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: A veteran who has done it all here Snoop...second most Hardcore title reigns in the history of this sport and this crowd with their ‘SCALLY’ chants are reminding him of just that when compared to their native son. SJ: What a disrespectful crowd...this man has done it all...I hope they are as quick to praise him when he whips the crap out of Fox Blunder here... The beginning of the match sees both of the men seemingly wanting to just rip one another apart, hard lefts and rights are exchanged between both men, neither one seeming to falter nor to back off. With one quick word though from Phenom, ADL and Phenom lock up, ADL with the quick upper hand, as he wrenches Phenom's arm behind. Phenom yells out, as ADL wrenches up once more, and then lariat his opponent into the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes, Phenom ducks under a running clothesline, bouncing off of the opposite side of the ropes, Phenom is able to deliver a powerful haymaker sending ADL quickly down to the mat, but then Phenom backs off, watching his opponent holding his head for a moment. Getting to his feet ADL charges after his opponent, but Phenom moves out of the way at the last second and with ADL's momentum, throws him into the turnbuckle. Not a man to give up, ADL goes rushing after Phenom, and the two men once more lock up. ADL trying to get the advantage, but fails as Phenom is able to maneuver into a hip toss. Phenom wraps his arms around his opponent's head and neck almost in a sleeper hold, though it actually looks like he's trying to twist the mans head off. ADL tries to fight against what could only be considered as a hold but to no avail. Phenom then lets go of ADL who is gasping for breath and stands up, before pulling ADL up onto his feet and delivers a close range clothesline sending him back down to the canvas with a sickening cracking sound as the back of his head hits the mat. With a smirk, he then lays a drop elbow onto the ribs of his opponent and then goes for the cover. 1....2.... Phenom breaks the count and shakes his head, moving away from his opponent. SC: What can only be described as a total knock out drag down fight, Phenom could have won the match, but he seems to be enjoying this far too much. SJ: Wouldn't you? Agent Decipher Psycho is a wack job! SC: There's a difference between giving the man a match that tests his limits, and just being sadistic. SJ: I don't know about that, but see he's giving Agent Crazy the time to get up, that's a stand up man right there. SC: Agent Decipher Light is up on his feet, but doesn't seem as if the lights are on! The middle of the match sees much of the same, Phenom playing mind games with Agent Decipher Light. After only a one count when Agent Decipher Light thinking he had the pin, Phenom had kicked out, and now has ADL trapped in the corner as the large gun for hire delivers furious knee after furious knee to the midsection of his opponent and then pulls back, watching him fall to the canvas. Another sickening grin comes to Phenom's lips as he leans down and grabs ADL by the chin and says something into his ear, causing the man on the canvas to shake his head. Phenom nods slowly and spits in his face, before pulling ADL onto his feet again by wrapping his arm around his neck and pulling. ADL seems to struggle but is unable to break free, as Phenom then drives his shoulder into ADL's sternum, not once, not twice, but three times, before stepping back and watching ADL crumple to the mat. The fans continue to give a loud chorus of boos, which the man seems to thrive upon. He motions to ADL, who is trying to shake the cobwebs out as well as gain his footing, to come after him. Phenom's opponent moves to the middle of the ring, holding the back of his head but standing toe to toe with Phenom, who doesn't look impressed, just amused as he pushes ADL away from him and motions for him to come on. ADL goes for a left, Phenom takes another step back and taunts him once more, in frustration, ADL looks like he's going to go for a haymaker of his own, at the last moment he tackles Phenom to the ground and begins to take great liberties with hard lefts and rights before going for a pin. 1... Phenom kicks out, and shoves ADL away. As Phenom sits up, he looks not so smug anymore, just absolutely incensed. SC: It seems as if Agent Decipher Light is slowly trying to make a comeback. But with as much punishment as he's taken, you have to ask yourself, can he do it? SJ: No he can't do it Scoop. This guy can't do anything right, hello...It was because of a bit of gum on his shoe that they tried to prove Phenom's guilt. Which I still don't believe. SC: They..admitted to that Snoop. SJ: Lies! Fabrications! Next thing you'll tell me is that poor Jordan Price isn't actually talented! I'll have you know, I've seen her reality series mister, you won't get away with that lie! SC: Uh that'd be Katie Pri... Oh forget it. ADL just took Phenom down again! The Finish sees ADL having another pin attempt on Phenom, though the man once more kicks out at the one count. This has turned from a brawl to a wrestling match and now back to a brawl as both men exchange hard lefts and hard rights. In an almost deja vu like fashion, ADL's face begins to stream crimson as Phenom opens him up with a hard punch, but the Agent isn't about to go down as he returns the favor with a hard left of his own and busting open Phenom's nose. Both men now painted in crimson as they lock up, Phenom pulls ADL into a bear hug before attempting to slam the man down onto the canvas. It seems as if ADL turns to dead weight so Phenom cannot lift him and then the Agent decides his own attempt as he squeezes the very breath out of the hired gun and take him down to the mat, but he's unable to sweep his opponent off of his feet. Phenom shoves away from ADL breaking the lock, and then within seconds re-grapples with the man and finally manages to take him down to the ground. Going for a quick pin 1...2... He breaks it as the fans are now on their feet giving a huge loud pop as the Ultimate Scally is seen running down to the ring with a large bucket filled with what could only be assumed to be piss. With the ref checking on Agent Decipher Light, who seems to be once more seeing stars, he doesn't see Scally jumping up onto the apron, Phenom goes to push him off but Scally dodges and beans the man with the bucket, spilling piss all over the place. With Phenom now down, Scally jumps off of the apron and crouches down to watch what unfolds next. ADL is slowly up on his feet and shakes away the cobwebs. He sees Phenom who's not out cold, but very dazed laying on the canvas. He hefts Phenom up who tries to fight, though ADL gives a forearm to the top of the head, before delivering the End Transmission, a sit down over the shoulder pile driver. The fans are on their feet as he goes for the cover...1....2.....3! Phenom manages to kick out -just- after the three count, but it's too late as he hears the bell going off and he glares at ADL who has his hand being raised in the air. Winner, via pinfall: ADL ADL pauses for a moment and then goes to celebrate on the ropes. As he does Kirsta Lewis walks onto the stage and looks to the ring in what seems a bizzare moment. ADL stares at her and as he turns around Phenom is up and grabs ADL around the throat. He nails him with the 'Final Destination' before grabbing 'Louis' he smashes it into ADL over and over and over again. As Lewis nods her head before heading out back. ADL is left a bloody mess in the ring as it seems the man who uncovered the plot against the T.F.W.F. by TCK has not left the fed unmarked... SC: Phenom has been bought and paid for again as this hired assassin by TCK. He might have lost the damn match, but based on that beating...it seems ADL might have lost his T.F.W.F. career! SJ: ADL...we hardly knew thee! SC: Your an ass... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE, MAHONEY MCMILLIAN IS STANDING WITH THE ULTIMATE SCALLY.) MM: Scally we just saw you once more make an impact on your home tuf of the Boro! What did Phenom ever do to you. US: The cunt makes money off those less fortunate Mahoney... MM: Well he is a hired gun, are you not concerned he might come after you at some stage despite your retired status? US: Mahoney...look at this... (SCALLY GRABS MAC'S HEAD AND DUMPS A BUCKET OF PISS ON HIM. THE CROWD ROAR IN APPROVAL.) US: I always piss on the competition mate! (RINGSIDE.) SC: We are seeing Legends of the T.F.W.F. left, right and centre tonight Snoop. My OH MY! SJ: I see a legend everytime I wake up in the morning in the mirror. SC: (sarcastically) Yourself no doubt... SJ: No I have a life size replica cut out of Ness in the corner of my bedroom...he is like the man! SC: Ok...well Snoop’s hero and reflective icon is up next...its 3 teams going at it with the gold on the line in what has been a hell of a war for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match Desert Sex (c) vs InsaniTEAM vs The Commonwealth Connection [FLASHBACK: THE TEAM OF INSANITEAM WHO HAVE BEEN FEUDING WITH DS FOR THE BEST PART OF A FEW MONTHS IS SHOWN AND THE CONTROVERSY WHICH RAGED FROM HS:RR WHERE A PWR TEAM LOST THEM THE BELTS TO DESERT SEX. DS’ MANIPULATION OF GORE’S NEED FOR A WOMAN IS SHOWN WHILST THE STEADY RISE TO THE TOP OF THE CONNECTION IS SHOWN AS WELL. RECENT ATTACKS ON ONE ANOTHER AS WELL OF THE STINGINA CONTROVERSY EMERGES WHICH BRINGS THREE TEAMS CRASHING TOGETHER.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'I TOUCH MYSELF (REMIX)' - DIVINYLS PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE THREE MEMBERS OF DESERT SEX STEP OUT THROWING THE LATEST Z-SIDE CD INTO THE CROWD. AARON AND SCORPIO PLAY AIR GUITAR AND MIME THE WORDS OF THEIR ENTRANCE THEME AS NESS ROLLS HIS EYES AND MAKES A BEELINE FOR THE RING) JH: Making their way to the ring, accompanied by Aaron Roberts...at a total combined weight of 460lbs... they are receivers of the Papua New Guinean Lifetime Achievement in Music Award... and are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Scorpio...Ness... Desert Sex!!! SC: Oh look...no Pedro! SJ: Wasn’t be beaten up by Jose Ramon in the last Mayhem in Manchester? SC: THAT WAS MAX! SJ: Then I have no idea who Pedro is...and therefore his lack of presence here is immaterial. Is it me or is Ness looking even more broody than usual. SC: ... JH: And their opponents... *'FROM HEADS UNWORTHY' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. SG MARTINS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS UP HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. HE WALKS TO THE RING NODDING HIS HEAD TO HIS MUSIC AND FOCUSING ON THE TASK AT HAND. HE SPINS AROUND AND OUT WALKS CHESTER ADDISON. THE TWO SHARE A LOW HAND SLAP AND WALK TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 452 pounds...Chester Addison...SG Martins...The Commonwealth Connection!!! SC: Now some have labelled these two the underdogs, but for two guys fitting the pure wrestling mould...these two are far out in front of their opponents tonight. Addison a successful career in HIW, Martins a big player at one time in G-2, tonight both men look to take home the Tag Team Championships. SJ: Well, thats the only thing, everyone has spoken about the InsaniTEAM war with Desert Sex, everyone has forgotten about these two guys...what were their names again? SC: WILL YOU BE SERIOUS! JH: And their opponents... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING, HE STOPS, SPINS AROUND AND SIGNALS AS GORE AND STINGINA JOIN HIM HOLDING HANDS.) JH: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Stingina...at a total combined weight of 402 pounds... 'Crazyman' Joel Bryant...Eaton Gore...InsaniTEAM!!! SC: Look at Gore he is pissed off and Bryant knows that a pissed off Eaton is going to spell trouble for Desert Sex and The Commonwealth Connection...its going to be physical! SJ: I wouldn’t mind getting physical with Stingina! Yowzer! SC: ... The opening of the contest sees all three teams showing a variety of their skills. Despite the technical expertise of the Commonwealth Connection and the power game of Ness, Insani-TEAM early on gets the advantage through great teamwork and effort on the part of Gore. Their momentum is stopped however when Gore gets too overzealous in his efforts as he looks to Stingina for praise after taking down Chester Addison, and Scorpio distracts the referee long enough for Ness to enter and pick up Eaton into a bear hug slam. Addison makes his way over to Gore for a cover. 1… 2… kick out! After tagging in Martins, the Connection work over Gore with a number of technical holds, team maneuvers, and generally stretching out Gore. However, they are stopped in their attacks as Martins – in a rare moment forgetting where he is – is blindly tagged in by Scorpio. After fussing to the referee, Martins makes his way back to his team’s corner as Desert Sex start to show the reason they are the tag team champions. Scorpio takes down Gore with a number of high impact moves, but each time the pin attempt is broken up by the Commonwealth Connection, so much so that Scorpio starts going to their corner to jaw into their face, not paying attention to Gore as he crawls over to his corner and tags in his partner, who rushes up quickly to Scorpio and knocks him into the Commonwealth corner, not seeing Martins make a blind tag on Scorpio. After lifting Scorpio up into a hard-hitting spine buster, Bryant turns around right into a stiff lariat by Martins, who covers Bryant quickly. 1… 2… th – shoulder up! SC: Some great tag team action here, Snoop SJ: Too bad Bryant is essential in a handicap match. SC: You mean because of his partner still love struck by Stingina? SJ: No, I mean because he and Gore are so messed up they should be in the Special Olympics. SC: Will you stop that! SJ: At least Gore is reasonably sane enough to go out with a hot chick like Stingina. SC: … SJ: What? SC: Never mind, let’s just get back to the match. The middle of the match sees the most interesting twist of the evening, as Bryant is by himself a majority of the time while Stingina is busy trying to console Eaton further away from his corner. Suddenly, Bryant and Scorpio come over the top rope to the outside, landing in a heap on top of Gore and Stingina. As Gore lifts up Stingina to her feet, he sees on the ground a wig. Looking up, he spots “Stingina” to be Pedro in a dress! The fans get on their feet as they see Gore’s face start to twitch and his body shakes before throwing Pedro into the ring apron. After a huge crowd pop, Gore climbs up to the apron while Scorpio and Bryant enter into the ring. Bryant evades Scorpio’s spinning kick to roll into his corner, and when Eaton checks in he completely cleans house! After Ness tries to enter to save Scorpio, Eaton leaps into the arms of Ness. However, Eaton then covers up Ness’ face with his own as Ness howls in pain while Eaton begins to bite at his forehead! With Ness covering his forehead, Eaton charges and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Scorpio regroups with Ness outside, just in time for Eaton to leap over with an awkward plancha to the outside. Bryant comes down from his corner to meet with Gore and Desert Sex on the outside when the Commonwealth Connection – not to be outdone – decide to leap to the outside as well, Martins landing on Insani-TEAM and Addison landing on Desert Sex to the appreciation of the fans. One fan in particular though is very vocal in his cheering of the tag champs. In fact, on closer inspection it’s the same fan from the APB / Roberts match. As Martins starts jawing with the fan, the fan lunges at Martins, his cap falling off to reveal it to be Crème de la Crème! The fans go nuts at the legend, but start booing at the attack target. SC: What the - Crème de la Crème! What the hell is here doing here!?! SJ: Obviously the man knows talent when he sees it – first he rooted for Aaron Roberts and now he’s rooting for the champs. SC: A former contender to the Undisputed title, Mr. Cream of the Crop looks like he wants back in with Desert Sex as his key. SJ: They are the key to a lot of things, Snoop – mostly women’s pants. The finish comes with Desert Sex and their new partner teaming up on Gore and Bryant, with the Commonwealth Connection still attempting to recover on the outside after the gang attack. Eaton is tossed back into the ring, worked on once again by Desert Sex with Ness just overpowering Eaton, a slight crimson mask decorating his face as he starts punishing Gore for biting him earlier. Quick tags and cutting him off into their corner of the ring, Desert Sex really does a number on Gore. To make matters worse, every time Bryant attempts to get into the ring to save Gore, Crème points him out to the referee, making him act as an unofficial teammate. Eaton manages to catch Scorpio off guard when Scorpio attempts a wheel kick, ducking down and causing Scorpio to land hard on his bottom. Eaton struggles to get to all fours as he manages to tag in Addison, when the place erupts as Addison starts cleaning house with Scorpio. When Ness climbs over the top rope to go after Addison, Martins and Bryant both leap out of their respective corners, flying at him with clotheslines to take all three men down. Aaron Roberts makes his way down to the ring as the fans start to boo loudly, climbing up to the ring apron while the referee starts admonishing Ness, Bryant, and Martins. Roberts tugs at Addison’s leg, distracting him long enough for Scorpio to get his bearings. But when Scorpio charges at Addison with a clothesline, Addison ducks at the last moment, causing Scorpio to collide with Roberts! The crowd erupts into cheers as Crème climbs the ring apron, only to get shoved off by Addison. When Scorpio turns around, Addison has him set up and connects with the Final Notice! Gore slowly tries to crawl to prevent the cover. 1… 2… Thr - no!!! Gore reaches just in the nick of time! The crowd goes crazy as Addison looks pissed. He lifts Eaton up, who gets in an eye-rake, doubling over Addison as Eaton has him setup for his fork-less Fork You. Addison quickly recovers and wraps Eaton up into a small package! 1… 2… 3!!! Winners, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: The Commonwealth Connection SC: Unbelievable! The biggest underdogs in the match have pulled off the largest upset since… since… I can’t even think of a bigger upset! SJ: UPSET! MORE LIKE TRAVESTY! Now we’ll NEVER hear Desert Sex’s special edition gold plated album! SC: Oh will you cut it out! Well it looks like despite the efforts of Gore, Bryant, Ness, Crème de la Crème, and Roberts, the Commonwealth Connection are taking home the gold! Post match after the referee hands Addison and Martins the title, Eaton remains sitting in the ring, looking around with tears in his eyes. As he stands to make his way to the back, Bryant stops him, pointing to the fans. Eaton shakes his head no, mouthing ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ more than likely based on the heartache he suffered earlier tonight...Bryant nods, before turning Eaton to face the fans, who give him a standing ovation as they chant ‘Thank You Eaton!’ The two embrace as friends as they make their way to the back. SC: A broken man has a last look at the fans that saw more than a cannibal with rather bizzare tastes in and out of the ring...more than a fork wielding loon...but a legend of this business. I hope he finds what he is looking for. SJ: Hopefully not me lucky charms... SC: WILL YOU BE SERIOUS! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE. MAHONEY IS COVERED IN PISS STILL TRYING TO DRY OFF AS CREME STANDS THERE.) MM: Creme de la Creme we saw you earlier cheering on Aaron Roberts...and there you tried to help Desert Sex retain the Gold...what the hell is going on? CC: I just want to be love and respected Mahoney...AND I LOVE AND RESPECT DS...I AM THEIR BIGGEST FAN! MM: I see.... CC: I HAVE ALL THEIR POSTERS AND CDS...AND EVERYTHING! EVEN A NESS TOILET BRUSH CLEANER! MM: Ummmm... CC: And you know what biggest fans become Mac... MM: No.... CC: Great groupies... (CREME WINKS AT THE CAMERA AND WALKS OFF. MAHONEY SEEMS TO VOMIT SLIGHTLY IN HIS MOUTH.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well we spoke of legends tonight...and I don’t know if you would call the fanatical former T.F.W.F. wrestler Crème de la Crème, a legend...but apparently he is a massive Desert Sex fan Snoop. SJ: Who isn’t... SC: Well I don’t think Eaton Gore is after witnessing Stingina being unmasked in front of him! SJ: I can’t believe Max would do that... SC: IT WAS PEDRO! Look, you wanna know who Max is watch this flashback, because this is how the two fall match for the European and Intercontinental Championships...came together. T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship and European Championship Match - 2 falls Jonnah Street (c) vs Hannah Rickman (c) vs Jose Ramon [FLASHBACK: JOSE RAMON’S BESOTTED NATURE WITH HANNAH IS HIGHLIGHTED ALONGSIDE HER COLD, HARSH DISMISSAL OF HIM AND JOINING THE DESERT SEX ALLIANCE. JOSE’S ATTEMPTED WOOING GONE WRONG IS SHOWN INCLUDING HIM HELPING HER WIN THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP. HANNAH’S GREEDY NATURE IS HIGHLIGHTED AS HER QUEST TO ADD THE IC TITLE IS SHOWN. THE MUTUAL ATTRACTION WITH STREET IS HIGHLIGHTED AND JOSE FINDING OUT HANNAH’S TRUE FEELINGS TO HIM AS HE SNAPS, THE POTENTIAL ALLIANCE BETWEEN THE TWO CHAMPIONS IS ALSO QUESTIONED IN THE FLASHBACK.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for two falls the first of which is for the European Championship and the second of which is for the Intercontinental Championship... *’MAGNETIC BABY’ – SEMI PRECIOUS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT SOME WHISTLES FROM THE MEN. THE WORDS ‘ITS MISS RICKMAN TO YOU...BITCH’ FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. HANNAH WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS A COMPLETELY ARROGANT POSE TO THE FANS. SHE WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING TO AVOID ANY CONTACT WITH THE FANS.) JH: Making her way towards the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing 120 pounds...she is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Hannah Rickman!!! SC: What do you think her game plan is going to be now Jose is well aware she was using him. SJ: First off, I don’t think it can even be classified as using since...HE HAD NO CHANCE IN HELL WITH HER AND WE ALL KNEW IT! Jose is a whiney bitch boy...Hannah doesn’t need a game plan she just needs to do what she is doing and well...she will walk away with something tonight, maybe Jonnah’s phone number. JH: And her opponent... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: Jose Ramon looks focused, he looks determined, he looks like a man who is going to take some damn gold back to the Ramon Ranch tonight! SJ: If he knocks your teeth out he might... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And their opponent... *'SUNSHINE OF YOUR LIFE' - CREAM PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SHOWS SHOTS OF LAS VEGAS WITH A COUNTDOWN GOING ON. PYROS EXPLODE LIKE A GOLDEN MILE ON THE STAGE. JONNAH STREET WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE ROLLS HIS NECK AND THEN STRIKES A MUSCLE POSE ON THE RAMP AS MORE PYROS EXPLODE AROUND HIM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 298 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: He is called the house cause that’s close to 300 pounds of pure muscle right there and a man who is certainly seeing his stock on the rise in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: This man is going to be headlining Death or Glory’s some day Scoop, skys the limit for Jonnah Street! SC: How he and Rickman will work together will be of great interest to me... The match begins with a smiling Street swaggering towards the center of the ring. He holds up both hands and gestures for both Hannah Rickman and Jose Ramon to "come and get it." A determined-looking Ramon wastes no time rushing the much bigger Jonnah Street, smacking him with a hard elbow shot. The smirking Street shrugs it off before grabbing Ramon by the throat and sending him flying back into a set of turnbuckles. Street then turns his attention to Rickman and blows her a kiss, eliciting a cheeky wink and dashing, flying forearm from the European champion. Without fail, Street catches her and slams her hard to the canvas with an improvised spinebuster, shrugging. The crowd showers the Intercontinental champion with a hearty chorus of boos as he waves them off. Meanwhile, we see Ramon and Rickman getting back up to their feet. They share a brief look and a nod before the both of them run forward, only for the two lighter wrestlers to get utterly decapitated with a massive double-clothesline. Both superstars favoring the back of their heads now, as Street beats his chest with a hand. The frustrated pair of Ramon and Rickman look at each other once more and dash forward again, but this time, explode with a pair of perfectly-played low dropkicks to Jonnah's knees! The big man essentially gets his legs taken right out from under him as he falls face-first into the mat. He tries to get back to his knees but is quickly dispatched with a stiff roundhouse kick to the head from Rickman, and a flashy, 540-degree enziguri at the same time from the "Epitome of Entertainment." It's here that the action really begins to pick up, as we see Rickman quickly snap Ramon over with a hurricanrana that spikes Jose's head right into the mat. Going for a pinfall, it's a newly-angered Street that basically rips Hannah off of Ramon, drilling her with powerslam. Ramon back up to his feet, jumping onto Street's back with clubbing blows to the back of his head, but Street takes him over, and maneuvers him into a sidewalk slam. Street with a cover, but is interrupted by Rickman with a hard stomp to the head. Rickman looking to capitalize now with a series of punches and a kick to the stomach, followed with a version of the rocker-dropper that plants Street face-first. Rickman looking for a cover, but it's Jose with a dropkick out of nowhere that catches her right on the side of the face to the roar of the crowd! Cover from Ramon -- one! Two! Kickout by Rickman! SC: Clean dropkick from Jose Ramon -- looks like time does heal all wounds here, partner! SJ: That, and listening to the entire Backstreet Boys catalogue, I bet. Somebody call the "wham-bulance" for Loverboy over there... SC: Oh, stop it. The middle of the match sees some more fast-paced, back-and-forth action from the lighter opponents, with Jonnah Street making his presence well-known with his impactful slams and throws. At one point, we see Rickman nail a running front dropkick to Street who stumbles backwards from the shot, but it's Rickman's reluctance to say when that costs her dearly when the next attempt sees Jonnah rushing forward with a lariat that flips her, inside-out! A pin attempt from Street here, but the crafty Ramon interrupts the pinfall. Street now, not used to fighting two speedy opponents at the same time, takes his anger out on Ramon with a big-time spinning belly-to-belly suplex that flattens Ramon. Cover, but a kickout from the resilient luchador. Street gestures that it's over for Ramon as he picks him up pulls him in for a powerbomb attempt, but Rickman bounces off the ropes and uses Ramon's back as a platform to push off and nail Street with a shining wizard knee strike! Rickman turns around to face Ramon now and ducks a clothesline attempt, only to land a picture-perfect Northern Lights suplex that only garners a two-count. The crowd shouts "Two!" as Rickman gives them a dirty look as she stomps Ramon on the head before going for another pin attempt. A newly-recovered Street sees this and pries her off, Irish-whipping her into the ropes and planting her with a snap powerslam. It looks to be all over for Rickman here, but it's Jose Ramon who breaks up the pin attempt! Jose with a combination of hard elbows to the head now, as he tries to Irish whip the big man. Grinning, we see Jonnah stand his ground, yank Ramon forward, and set him up for the "Streets Apart!" Street picks up a head of steam, bounces off the ropes-- and SLAMS RAMON RIGHT ONTO HANNAH RICKMAN! The crowd lets out a visceral "OOOOOH!" as Jonnah secures a pin on Ramon on top of Rickman -- ONE! TWO! THREE! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jonnah Street SC: Jonnah Street now has BOTH titles! If he gets one more pin, he'll be crowned a TFWF double-champion! SJ: Wait, so was that technically like, a menage a trois? Hot. SC: With Rickman... and Jose Ramon? SJ: I said what I said. The finish of the match sees a fiery Hannah Rickman unleashing holy hell on both of her opponents with a dazzling display of quick striking and less-than-noble ring tactics. In one case, we see Rickman almost gain the last pin with a pull-of-the-tights schoolboy attempt, but it's Street who manages to power out. Frustrated, Rickman tags Jonnah with a high roundhouse kick that stuns the big man, opening him up for a spectacular Asai dropkick off the ropes that sends Street rolling out of the ring. Now it's just Hannah Rickman and Jose Ramon in the middle of the squared circle as they quickly put on a clinic between two of the quickest and most promising light-heavyweights in recent memory. The action is frenetic: Ramon with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, Rickman with a kick to the gut and a sunset flip attempt, only to be reversed by Ramon, but reversed by Rickman. Both superstars showing their amazing conditioning and nimble matwork here, but it's Rickman with a spinning side kick to the ribs that stuns Ramon long enough to lock in the "Rickman Extrordinaire!" Ramon up, and BOOM! Huge impact from Rickman who secures the pin! ONE! TWO! THRE--NO! JONNAH STREET PULLING THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! A fuming Street crawls back in and grabs Rickman by the hair, sizing her up before planting a kiss right on her mouth! Rickman reacts disgustedly at first but slowly begins to embrace before finally pulling away. Street smirks at the audience as Hannah puts both of her hands Jonnah's chest, teasing him with a sultry rubdown. As Jonnah looks to kiss her again, Rickman holds a finger up to stop him, instead gesturing down towards his... what was it... ah, yes -- "foundation." A grinning Jonnah nods, running a hand through his mohawk as Rickman gets down to both knees and wipes her mouth... BEFORE UPPERCUTTING JONNAH RIGHT IN THE FAMILY JEWELS! The raucous crowd reacts accordingly as Rickman pops back up, looking down pitiably at Jonnah and simply shrugging, "Sorry." She quickly sees the ref on the outside and gets out to roll him in, but as she climbs in, herself -- we see Jose Ramon, out of nowhere, dashing towards the ropes! 619 FROM JOSE RAMON TO THE BACK OF RICKMAN'S HEAD, AND RICKMAN TUMBLES OFF THE APRON TO THE OUTSIDE! Ramon blowing Rickman a kiss from the apron now as he leaps up to the top rope, sizing up the prone Jonnah Street! The crowd is going nuts with anticipation as the always highlight-worthy Jose Ramon looks around, noting the cheering audience. He nods to himself, looks back down at Jonnah, and LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH HIS TRADEMARK SHOOTING STAR PRESS! It's practically in slow motion with how much air the "Icon of Innovation" gets, and admist the hundreds of camera flashes -- JOSE RAMON LANDS IT! COVER ON JONNAH STREET -- ONE! TWO! THREE! SJ: I don't believe it! SC: From heartbreak to championship gold -- Jose Ramon is your NEW Intercontinental champion! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Jose Ramon After the bell, we see an irate Hannah Rickman roll back into the ring, furious with the referee as Ramon makes his way up the ramp. Meanwhile, Jonnah Street is starting to get back to his feet, eyeing Hannah out of the corner of his eye. He looks down at the European title given to him and nods to himself before making his way towards Hannah. She looks completely uninterested in Jonnah at this point, but the "House" ignores her rejection and shows her her old belt. He wraps it around his waist and slyly asks, "Do you want it?" before exploding forward with big-time clothesline. The crowd is booing heavily as Jonnah looks around, smirking. He mounts Rickman and wraps one hand around her throat while pummeling her face with his other hand. The shots are disgusting as he finally relents and pulls her back up to drill her with the "Streets Apart." Grabbing her by a handful of hair, he pulls her up again and gives her one more "Streets Apart" for good measure. Looking down at this new title, Jonnah shrugs similarly to Rickman from earlier and sneers, "Sorry." (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA, WHERE WE SEE A SMILING MAHONEY MCMILLAN NEXT TO A MAN IN HIS LATE-FIFTIES AND A PHYSICALLY-IMPOSING SPECIMEN IN HIS THIRTIES STANDING CALMLY BEHIND HIM.) MM: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with world-renowned fight trainer Pete Mazurek and combat sports phenomenon, Viktor Kovalenko. Pete, how are you? PM: Very pleased to be here, thank you. MM: How about you, Viktor? (HERE, WE SEE PETE TURN TO VIKTOR, SPEAKING WHAT SOUNDS TO BE UKRAINIAN. VIKTOR NODS BEFORE RETORTING TO PETE, WHO IN RETURN, TRANSLATES OVER THE MICROPHONE.) PM: I'm very good, thank you. MM: Pete, Viktor -- for those that don't know, you two have a big fight coming up next week in the O2 arena against English figher, Michael David Kearns. That being said, why are you here at a TFWF pay-per-view event? (AGAIN, PETE TRANSLATES FOR VIKTOR, WHO RESPONDS WITH A SMILE. PETE NODS AND REPORTS BACK TO MAHONEY.) PM: I have always admired this country and the TFWF, and wanted to show my respect on behalf of the Ukrainian people before the fight. (SUDDENLY, WE HEAR A FAMILIAR VOICE FROM OFF-SCREEN.) AR: And just who the hell is this wanker getting TV time? (VIKTOR, PETE, AND MAHONEY TURN TO SEE NONE OTHER THAN AARON "THE COBRA" ROBERTS, LOOKING AS COCKY AS EVER. VIKTOR, UNDERSTANDING AARON'S LACK OF ENTHUSIASM, PUTS HIS HANDS UP AND BEGINS TO SPEAK TO HIM IN UKRAINIAN. ROBERTS LOOKS NONE TOO PLEASED AS HE APPROACHES BOTH PETE AND VIKTOR.) AR: And he doesn't even speak English? PM: He says he doesn't mean any disrespect, he just wants to-- AR: Oh, piss off! ("THE COBRA" QUICKLY SHOVES MAZUREK TO THE GROUND. IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, WE SEE KOVALENKO REACH FORWARD AND SEND AARON CRASHING TO THE CONCRETE WITH A BIG-TIME SAMBO THROW BEFORE LOCKING IN A KILLER-LOOKING KIMURA. ROBERTS IS SCREAMING IN AGONY AS VIKTOR PULLS BACK EVEN HARDER. SECURITY BEGINS TO SWARM AROUND THE TWO, TRYING TO PRY KOVALENKO OFF OF THE DESERT SEX MEMBER. EVENTUALLY, IT'S MAZUREK WHO MANAGES TO GET TO VIKTOR, SHOUTING FOR HIM TO LET GO. VIKTOR LOOKS UP, NODS HIS HEAD SOLEMNLY AT HIS TRAINER, AND FINALLY RELIQUISHES THE DEVASTATING SUBMISSION. BOTH HE AND PETE ARE ESCORTED AWAY BY SECURITY AS THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON "THE COBRA" WRITHING ON THE FLOOR IN AGONY.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I can’t believe what we just saw Kovalenko just almost broke Aaron's wrist! SJ: Hold me! Thats his guitar hand! SC: Doesnt he just sing... SJ: Thats his microphone holding hand! The bastard! SC: Well up next...from the depths of hell the unpredicatable Black Death returned to help the Revolution against TCK...what he found though was Kirsta Lewis and one of the most lethal finishing moves in wrestling today... Black Death vs Kirsta Lewis [FLASHBACK: THE REMARKABLE RETURN OF BLACK DEATH TO THE T.F.W.F. IS SHOWN IN A MONTAGE WITH THE HELLCAT HITTING THE ‘HBE’ ON PEOPLE, LEFT, RIGHT AND CENTRE. BLACK DEATH’S BIG WIN WITH PECT IS SHOWN AS WELL AS HIS DEVASTATING LOSS TO FALLEN ANGEL IN A MATTER OF SECONDS HIGHLIGHTING HIS UNPREDICTABLE NATURE. HIM QUESTIONING LAST WEEK WHETHER HE CAN PUT PERSONAL DIFFERENCES ASIDE AND DO THE JOB FOR THE ALLIANCE TONIGHT OVER THE GREATEST WOMAN WRESTLER OF ALL-TIME.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...Kirsta Lewis!!! SC: One of the most successful Light-Heavyweight Champions in the history of the T.F.W.F., she is the most recognizable woman wrestler in the history of this sport and has one of the most devastating moves in this industry...The Hellcat comes out as the second TCK member to wrestle tonight. SJ: Black Death is behind that curtain now quaking...scared to the core because right here stands the woman that’s going to send him back to the hole he crawled out from...AGAIN! JH: And her opponent... *'PERFECT STRANGERS' - DEEP PURPLE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE ENTIRE ARENA GOES BLACK AS PURPLE STROBE LIGHTS HIT THE ARENA. BIBLICAL IMAGES OF PLAGUES FILL THE T.A.T. AS BLACK DEATH WALKS ONTO THE STAGE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 315 pounds...Black Death!!! SC: Look at the size of him Snoop...How is the Hellcat going to handle this? SJ: Without much success I would say...too fat...too slow...and based on last week too emotional. Might as well be Rosie O’Donnell! The match opens with…The crowd are on their feet and chanting ‘BD’ over and over as the big man stands across the ring from Kirsta Lewis. Lewis looks supremely confident as she paces back and forth in front of Black Death with a smirk on her face. The referee makes his final checks and signals for the bell and the two walk towards each other and meet in the centre of the ring. There are some words traded back and forth with BD looking like he’s trying to convince Kirsta of something but she responds with a slap across the face which brings a big crowd reaction. BD rubs the side of his face as Kirsta backs of smirking and motions for him to bring the fight to her. He lunges for Kirsta but she dodges out the way and slaps him across the face again to an even bigger crowd reaction! Black Death lunges again but Kirsta dodges to the side and then scores with a third stiff slap across the face to some big crowd heat. Kirsta hops around on her toes smirking as BD composes himself and then goes to lock up with her but she dodges out the way and then kicks him with three shots to each leg. The big man buckles slightly as Kirsta hits the ropes and leaps forward with a flying forearm shot, but she is caught and then nearly broken in half with a massive spinning black hole backbreaker across BD’s knee!!! The crowd pop huge as Kirsta arches her back in pain and immediately rolls to the outside of the ring. Black Death stands up and stares down at her as she tried to recover before turning to the crowd to hype them up and they respond with a big pop!! BD turns back around as Kirsta is on the ring apron, she vaults onto the top rope and leaps in with a drop kick, she connects and Black Death is staggered back into one of the corners! The crowd boo as Kirsta sets herself and then charges with a splash but BD catches her and then drives her into the mat with a brutal one armed slam!! Kirsta has all the air knocked out of her as Black Death looks down at her with a look of almost pity on his face. He shakes it off before dropping an elbow onto Kirsta and making the first cover of the match, 1……2….Kirsta rolls her shoulder up and quickly rolls to the safety of the floor again. SC: Kirsta Lewis tried to use her speed and quickness to gain the early advantage but Black Death’s massive size and power advantage soon put a stop to that tactic! SJ: She needs to chop the big man down to size or else he’s just going to keep throwing her around the ring like a rag doll! The middle of the match sees…Kirsta is recovering on the floor as BD leans out of the ring and grabs her by the hair! The crowd roar as he picks her up with one hand by the hair and lifts her onto the ring apron! Kirsta is struggling to get free but she is able to hook BD around the head and then drop him throat first across the top rope. He staggers back to the centre of the ring as Kirsta climbs to the top turnbuckle, she leaps off and lands on his shoulders looking for a head scissors take down, but BD blocks it and looks to set Kirsta up for a power bomb!! She wriggles free and drops in front of him but BD swings with a right hand, Kirsta ducks and then pushes the referee to the side causing him to turn his back – just as he does so Kirsta kicks Black Death as hard as she can in the groin!!! The crowd ‘ohh’ in unison as the big man topples like a giant tree that has just been cut down. He crashes to the mat in agony as the referee reprimands Kirsta for pushing him. She ignores his warning and instead sets about working over the right knee of BD as the crowd boo her. Kirsta kicks away at BD’s knee before driving down onto it with repeated elbow strikes. The big man is near the ropes and Kirsta bends his leg around the bottom rope and heaves on it with all her strength. The referee’s count gets to 4 as Kirsta breaks the hold and goes back to stamping down onto BD’s knee over and over. The big man is struggling but he is able to shove Kirsta away and get to his feet, he swings a right hand but she ducks it and then hits a drop kick to his knee which buckles him, she then spikes him with a DDT and makes the cover, 1…….2….Black Death kicks out with force! Kirsta stays on the offensive, BD is on his stomach and Kirsta lifts his leg up and drives his knee into the mat repeatedly. BD is writhing in pain as Kirsta lays his right leg across the bottom rope before climbing to the top turnbuckle and diving off landing a back senton right across BD’s injured knee!! He yells in pain as Kirsta hops to her feet looking confident and bows to the crowd who respond with intense booing! SC: Kirsta Lewis has swung the momentum of this match right back in her favour. A great strategy of working over her much larger opponents leg and knee. She’s cold, calculating and if she keeps this attack up she could walk out of here with a massive win! SJ: There’s no ‘could’ about it! She’s Kirsta Lewis, she’s a founding member of TCK, she’s the baddest woman on the planet and she’s taking BD apart piece by piece!! This is brilliant! The finish of the match sees…Kirsta Lewis looks in complete control as she stalks around BD kicking at his knee occasionally. The big man tries to stand but his leg buckles and he crashes back to the mat. Kirsta drops a knee across his head and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The crowd are booing loudly as she poses on the top and then leaps off with a frog splash but Black Death rolls to the side at the last moment and she crashes into the mat to a big crowd pop!!! The crowd begin to come to life in support of Black Death as he slams his fists off the mat and begins to try and get to his feet. The referee is counting both wrestlers down and with his count at six Black Death finally stands up to a big crowd pop. He flexes his knee a few times before bringing Kirsta to her feet, but she is playing possum and quickly nips behind BD and then chop blocks his knee from behind!! The crowd boo as Kirsta quickly hooks a figure four leg lock onto BD’s massive legs and he writhes in pain as she struggles to keep the hold locked on the big man!! The crowd are chanting for BD as he yells in pain as Kirsta keeps the pressure up on the figure four. She is screaming at him to tap out but he refuses and instead, with much encouragement from the crowd, reaches the bottom rope to break the hold!!! Kirsta is in disbelief and she grabs the referee by the collar and begins arguing with him! BD slowly gets to his feet and the crowd roar as they see the intense and murderous look on his face!! Kirsta turns around but BD is waiting with a big boot to the face!! Kirsta is knocked back into the corner and BD charges, limping badly, but nails her with a running clothesline in the corner. He heaves Kirsta up onto his shoulder and then plants her with a running powerslam to a huge crowd pop!! BD makes the cover, 1……2….Kirsta just kicks out in time!! He stays on the offensive lifting Kirsta to her feet and whipping her off the ropes before planting her with a spinebuster!! BD makes the cover, 1……2….Kirsta kicks out again!! The crowd are rocking as BD brings Kirsta to her feet but she nails him with a right hand shot, a kick to the knee and then sets for the HBE!!! She goes for the kick but BD catches her leg, spins her around and then flattens her with a brutal clothesline!!! He makes the cover, 1……2…..Kirsta gets her foot on the bottom rope just stopping the count in time!!! The big galute then gets to his feet...Kirsta then hits a kip up and levels him with a 'HBE'. BD's teeth fall out onto the mat covered with blood as he eyes roll back in his head. Kirsta watches as he falls to the floor. She places a single finger over him for the three count. SJ: HE JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! SC: WOW DID THE 'HBE' connect or what...Kirsta kills another career here tonight...there is no way he can ever come back from that. SJ: Plus we dont have a dental plan! Lewis slams a few post match chair shots into the head of BD. She waits for a moment and then smiles...she holds three fingers up. SC: Is she saying they have taken out three tonight? SJ: DUH! TCK have had us all for fools...Rickman, ADL and now Black Death...ohhhhhh this has been a TCK night for sure! SC: (sigh) And the body count keeps mounting... Winner, via pinfall: Kirsta Lewis (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (IAN MONKS IS STANDING THERE WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN. LAW AND ORDER COMES RACING INTO VIEW.) LAO: Sir...sir we have a situation...somebody has broken down the security gates and have spraypainted a 'SW' logo on the backstage area...the mark of Siberian Wrestling... IM: WHAT THE HELL! LAO: I checked with the PA from earlier...it seems three prisoners from Siberia have escaped...Cecil Lerux...Andre Sorokov and Antonio Drake...they left a message before they broke out a few weeks back saying they were coming here in the name of Dorian Wong...that was what the message was from Siberia...The Management was trying to warn us... IM: Get me whoever you can...this is going to be serious...NOW! (LAO RUNS OFF AS MONKS LOOKS CONCERNED.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I am getting concerned...we have a PPV to run Snoop and we have this going on backstage! SJ: Its Chaos and not Chris Chaos...Boro could well be invaded tonight...BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! SC: It could be a case of that tonight Snoop, you are right, but right now we need to see a score settled one way or another...later tonight Georgie Nickles will be fighting the acclaimed Level One with that Experts title on the line, Makel has claimed he will stop her from even getting to that event...it’s going to be something special. Let’s see how it came about... Georgie Nickles vs Sandy Makel [FLASHBACK: THE SIMMERING TENSE RIVALRY BETWEEN NICKLES AND MAKEL WHICH HAS BEEN ALL OVER T.F.W.F. FOR SOMETIME BEFORE HITTING BOILING POINT RECENTLY. FLASHBACKS OF GRAINY FOOTAGE OF NICKLES AND MAKEL BOTH WINNING THE EXPERTS TITLE AS WELL OF THIS YEAR BEING THE YEAR OF MAKEL HIMSELF. RECENT EVENTS HAVE SHOWN MAKEL RUNNING NICKLES DOWN TIME AND TIME AGAIN, HER HAVING FLEETING MOMENTS OF WORRYING HIM WITH HER IN RING SKILLS AND SNAPPING ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION. THE FINAL SCENE SHOWS NICKLES LOOKING TO THE SKY WITH MAKEL’S SILOUTTE IN THE BACKGROUND CHUCKLING TO HIMSELF IN CONFIDENT FASHION.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (MAJOR ASS CROWD HEAT. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…he is the 2009 King of the Deathamatches... Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! SC: Selina watching on tonight as The Dice has claimed he will be doing Level-One the ultimate favour...that Level One will benefit when this man breaks Georgie Nickles tonight in front of these fans. SJ: He cant help but do it. Nickles hasn’t got the confidence nor the skill to take down Makel. He knows it...it has been the year of Makel and nothing is going to change here tonight! JH: And his opponent... *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. GEORGIE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE TO HER MUSIC AND PYROS LOOKING VERY FOCUSED INDEED.) JH: Making her way towards the ring, from Chicago, Illinois…weighing 137 pounds…Georgie Nickles!!! SC: She takes a massive step here right now...facing Sandy Makel and then later Level One in a night, its going to be something crazy Snoop, but her fans think she can do it. SJ: Her fans are fucking morons... The opening of the match sees domination of Makel over Nickles, using not only size but pure technical expertise to keep Nickles grounded. Working over the legs, Makel uses a variety of submission style holds and take downs to keep Nickles from taking to the air. But a costly mistake by taking his time in delivering a knockout blow allows Nickles back into the match, reversing a power slam into a reverse DDT. From there, Nickles is able to use her high risk offense in order to get her back into the match, highlighted by reversing a whip into the turnbuckle into a springboard moonsault, getting the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Nickles lifts Makel up, propping him into the second rope as she leaps over the top and drops over the back of his head with a leg drop. Big pop from the crowd, which turns to concern as Nickles starts to clutch at her leg. Trying to limp around on the outside, Makel manages to get his bearings and shake off the damage as he uses a chop block to the leg of Nickles to take her down on the outside, the fans really getting on his case. SC: THAT WAS JUST DISGUSTING! SJ: What? That was a perfectly legal and justifiable wrestling move in the course of the match. SC: He STRUCK an injured woman OUTSIDE THE RING! SJ: Then maybe she should learn to stay out of the ring and in the home where she belongs. The middle of the match sees much of the same from the beginning, with Makel clearly dominating over Nickles using wrestling skills and ring savvy. At one point, Makel grapevines Nickles’ injured leg around the ring post, almost getting himself disqualified in the process as he stretches her leg to the limit of the count. Makel uses his size to overpower Nickles, using a variety of power slams and even pressing her over his head at one point. However, Nickles uses the moment to drop down on top of Makel and land into a pinning predicament. 1… 2… thr – shoulder up! Suddenly from there Nickles showing lots of chain wrestling holds and other items to keep Makel off his earlier game, showing some true grit and the reason she holds the True Expert title. At one point, Nickles has Makel locked into a fujiwara armbar in the center of the ring when Selina comes up to the apron, distracting the referee while Makel taps out. Nickles goes to complain to the referee when Selina gets into her face. Nickles goes to slap the taste out of Selina’s mouth, but Selina grabs Nickles by the neck, attempting to drop her down over the rope. However, Nickles’ reaction is too quick as she launches Selina over the ropes and into the ring. Selina starts backing up into the corner, retreating as Nickles stalks her. From behind comes Makel, who locks her into a full-nelson as he lifts her up into his Seven Out suplex, but Nickles counters into a rolling pin attempt. 1… 2… three! No, kick out at the last moment! SC: Nickles just never giving up in her quest for respect. SJ: She’s no Aretha Franklin, though she’ll wish she had all the extra padding to save her abuse. SC: Well, if she needs to gain it in a hurry, she’s got a master right here to learn from. SJ: Exactly! I – wait, what? The finish of the match comes with both participants lying on the mat, breathing heavily with the referee begins counting while the fans cheer the efforts from both participants. Slowly both bring themselves up to a vertical base, eyeing each other warily. Georgie continues using her momentum to take control over Makel, using unorthodox wrestling technique along with some mat grappling in order to confound Makel. She ends up at one point countering Makel’s counter to her head scissors into a school boy roll up. 1… 2.. – kick out! Georgie whips Makel into the ring post, setting herself up into the opposite corner. With the ref close to Makel, Georgie charges into Makel, splashing into the referee and Makel, making Makel woozy enough for her to connect with the Angelic Anarchy! The crowd goes nuts as Nickles makes the cover. … … … The referee is still out as Georgie shakes him awake. As he gets to, Georgie perches herself up onto the top rope as there is a commotion in the crowd distract her. Suddenly, Fallen Angel leaps out from over the security barricade, causing Nickles to drop from the top turnbuckle. Nickles leaps over the top rope, falling into the waiting arms of Fallen Angel, who drops her down hard with a falling power slam. Quickly getting to his feet, Angel lifts Georgie up and drops her down on the ground with his signature Cradle of Darkness! Georgie remains limp as Angel rolls her into the ring. Makel gets to his feet slowly, not seeing Angel as he makes his way up the ramp to the back before spotting Nickles lying prone on the mat. He makes the cover. 1… 2… 3!!! Winner, via pinfall: Sandy Makel Post match Sandy watches on the TAT as a replay comes up, showing Angel distracting Nickles before planting her with the Cradle of Darkness on the outside. Makel gets absolutely livid, shaking with rage as he stares down at Nickles for a moment before staring back at the TAT. SC: What a vile, horrible man is Fallen Angel! SJ: Hey, Makel should be happy he got a victory, and at the hands of the greatest man of our lifetimes. SC: You know, we’ve seen Angel sink to many lows in our time, but what bitter jealousy on his part to strike Nickles down. SJ: Are you kidding? Angel was simply warming up, because he’s about to be out for the next match! Georgie should feel privileged to have provided Angel with the necessary warm up to prepare, not that he needs it to beat Pect. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE) (LAO AND ORDER CAN BE SEEN RUNNING AROUND. HE HAS MANAGED TO GATHER APB, KENT CLARK AND WHAT LOOKS LIKE T.F.W.F. LEGEND CREME DE LA CREME TO HELP.) CC: I was looking for Desert Sex...not for trouble... APB: Shut up already... (LAO ROUNDS THE CORNER AND IS MET BY THE THREE SW WRESTLERS. THEY JUMP HIM AND THREATEN CLARK WHO ARRIVES ON THE SCENE SECONDS LATER...) DS: In the name of Dorian Wong...YOU TFWF FUCKER! (THEY TOSS LAO TO THE GROUND AND LAY A BEAT DOWN BEFORE SECURITY AND POLICE GRAB THEM ARRESTING THEM IN THE PROCESS. KENT CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT HE HAS SEEN AS LAO LIES IN A BLOODY MESS.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: WE NEED SECURITY BACKSTAGE! WE NEED SECURITY! SJ: Law and Order has been taken down...what are we going to do? SC: I don’t know...but then I think we need to bring it back to this ring and bring into focus the fact we are about to see Rhys Pect enter the ring in bad condition to face Fallen Angel...a man known for one thing specifically KILLING CAREERS! Rhys Pect vs Fallen Angel [FLASHBACK: A SPLIT SCREEN MONTAGE OF FALLEN ANGEL ENDING CAREERS, WITH RHYS PECT SHOWING SOME HIS FINER TFWF MOMENTS SPECIFICALLY WITH MIKE MITCHELL THE TWO IMAGES MERGE AND GO BLACK AS WE SEE THE FINAL MOMENTS OF MITCHELL’S CAREER. WE SEE PECT SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS FROM TCK, STEALING WINS AND THEN SENDING A MESSAGE HE WILL NOT BE SILENCED. WE SEE THE HORRENDOUS ATTACKS PECT HAS SUFFERED AND LAST WEEK WHERE ANGEL TARGETED LIKE A SNAKE THE NECK OF PECT. THE FINAL IMAGE HAS RHYS PECT AS PART OF A CAREER KILLED COUNT DOWN BY TCK...WITH A QUESTION MARK OVER THE TOP.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (EARTH SHAKING HEEL HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds… Fallen Angel!!! SC: Chaos is in the back, but you wouldn’t know with the determined look on the face of the Career Killer...The Legend...Fallen Angel. Whatever you think of this man, he is professional to a fault and the wheels are turning in that head on how he can win this one over Pect tonight. SJ: And that’s how I see it, he knows he is going to go for the neck...break it down easily, take the win and add Pect to the growing list. You know it and I know...and in fact everyone knows it Scoop. JH: And his opponent... *'GRAVEMAKERS AND GUNSLINGERS' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. RHYS PECT WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS T.A.T. PLAYS. HE PAUSES FOR THE MOMENT UNDER THE BABY BLUE PYROS THAT SHOWER THE ENTRANCE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Miami, Florida...weighing 228 pounds...Rhys Pect!!! SC: INJURED OR NOT...HE IS NOT BROKEN AND HERE COMES THE MAN WHO LETS FACE IT FOLKS HAS DONE IT ALL IN THIS RING! SJ: I am not doubting his credentials...he’s held all the major belts and had a tremendous run as a World Champion, but he is not focused, he is fighting hurt and Fallen Angel is going to exploit Pect right here for all those reasons! The beginning of the match sees an intense staredown between two of TFWF's longest mainstays. The crowd is firmly behind Pect here as the towering Angel sneers down at the pluckier superstar. As the tension in the air begins to mount, we see Angel break it with a forceful pie-face, shoving Pect away. Pect nods to himself a few times before absolutely exploding on the mastermind of the Career Killers with a dizzying, unrelenting barrage of hard right hands, stiff forearms, and clubbing blows. Angel staggering back a bit here, but all it takes is one well-placed kick to the mid-section that stops Pect in his tracks, doubling him over. Angel with a hard club to Pect's spine now before slinging Pect to the ring ropes with an Irish whip. Angel bending down for a back body drop, but it's Pect's quick-thinking and agility that enables him to flip off of Angel's back before spinning him around and slapping him across the face with a shot that cracks like a whip throughout the arena. The crowd responds with a loud "Oooooh!" as Angel grits his teeth and unleashes a hard right hand that Pect narrowly evades before leaping up with a high dropkick that catches Angel right on the back of head. Angel stumbles forward into the ropes and grips on them in frustration as he turns to a smirking Pect. Angel lumbers foward with a stepping big boot that again Pect ducks, but it's Angel's intelligence that proves its worth as he quickly moves backward with a hard elbow that tags Pect on the side of the face. Momentarily stunned, Pect grabs at his jaw, but is quickly swooped upon by Angel, who grabs him by the hair and drills him with a series of knees to the face. After several shots, Angel takes Pect and sinks in a deep front chancery, putting some painful-looking pressure on Pect's neck for a few moments before sending him up and over with a high vertical suplex. Pect crashes to the mat, favoring his neck, as Angel puts on a clinic of calculated knee drops to the back of Pect's head. He turns him over on the ground and jams an elbow right across Pect's throat for a pin attempt -- one! Two! Kickout by Pect, who instinctively rolls away. Angel, however, stalking his prey, hits a well-placed stomp to Pect's head before picking him up again by the hair. He sinks in another deep front chancery, this time, following it up with some more big knees into Pect's ribs this time. Angel releases the hold and sets Pect up for an Irish whip, hurling him into the far set of turnbuckles. The impact is sick-looking as Angel quickly follows up with a running clothesline into the corner, sending Pect's legs flying up from the collision. The original Killer sizes Rhys up for some more digging elbow shots targeted right at his head and neck before the ref tells Angel it's enough. Angel puts his hands up in the air and grins, backing up for a moment before lunging in again with another elbow shot to the side of Pect's neck. The crowd reacts with some heavy booing as it's becoming clearer and clearer that "The Proactive One" is already starting to feel the effects of Angel's well-planned offensive strategy. SC: Angel sure wasn't kidding about gunning for Rhys' fabled injured neck. SJ: You said it -- hit 'em again, Angel! Send this douchebag packing! The middle of the match sees a lot more of the same from TFWF's most grizzled veteran. Taking Pect in the middle of the ring now, we see Angel pull Rhys in for a powerbomb. Hoisting him up, Angel slowly spins in place for a bit before sending Pect crashing down to the canvas. The crowd is hushed as Pect rolls around the ring in pain, only for Angel to continue his onslaught with a series of crossfaces that rock Pect's head back and forth. He mounts the smaller superstar and begins unleashing a series of shots to the head before being told to get off by the referee. Angel smilingly agrees and looks on as Pect valiantly tries to make it to a crawl. Angel watches on, a predatory look on his face, as he slowly begins to turn his attention to the crowd. He looks at Pect's vulnerable position and slowly makes his way to a nearby set of turnbuckles. The crowd begins to shower Angel with boos as they see what's coming. Pect, meanwhile, is still trying to regain his bearing as Angel finally rockets out of the corner and blasts Rhys on the side of the head with a running punt! Mega crowd heat for Angel who does Mike Mitchell's trademark "biceps pose" after hitting his own version of the "Pure Massacre." Pect, gushing hardway now with a wide, deep gash right over his left eye, is looking like he's completely out of it from that hard shot. The ref hovers over Pect, asking him if he's okay to continue on, but Pect pushes him away, much to Angel's delight as the big man overconfidently swaggers over for the lazy pin attempt -- ONE! TWO! THR--SHOULDER UP BY PECT! The crowd reacts with a pop for Rhys as Angel just rolls his eyes, slowly getting back up to his feet. He looks down at Pect and nudges him with his foot a few times before finally giving him a swift kick to the ribs that sends Pect rolling. Angel shrugs and bends down to pick him up -- ONLY TO GET CAUGHT IN A SURPRISE SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY ANGEL! The crowd pops huge for the nearfall as Angel plasters on a sneer, wasting no time now with the bloodied Pect and bringing him up to his feet. A few hard right hands later, and it's Pect sent to the ropes with an Irish whip before essentially getting his head taken off with a forward-stepping lariat. Angel bringing Rhys up again now, setting him up in a fireman's carry. Angel takes his time walking around the ring a bit and jeering the fans before spinning out and nailing Rhys with a Samoan neckbreaker! Pin attempt! ONE! TWO! THRE--NO! ANOTHER NEARFALL BY KICKOUT! A frustrated Angel snarls and once more grabs Pect by the hair -- this time, throwing him into the corner. Angel looks for another running clothesline, but somehow, Rhys finds the where-with-all to put his feet up, kicking Angel right in the mouth a big pop! Angel staggers backwards and scowls before dashing in again, but Rhys sees it coming and half-exits the ring, sitting on the ropes and nailing an uppercut with his feet that smacks Angel right in the mouth! Angel stunned -- and here's Pect off the springboard with a soaring forearm! JACKPOT! Angel is down! With his crimson mask firmly set in place, Pect finds his second wind and takes the recovering Angel down with a high dropkick! Angel up again -- another dropkick that sends him down! Angel up one more time, gunning for a clothesline -- but NO! PECT DUCKS AND HITS A PELE KICK! COVER -- ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY ANGEL! SC: Rhys Pect now finding HIS groove with his hit-and-run offense, here! SJ: Oh, yeah? Well, all it takes is for Angel to hit one more big move on Pect's twig neck, and that's all she wrote for Pect's stupid little "groove." SC: What's wrong with you, Snoop? SJ: I just wanna see that big-mouthed Pect get what's coming to 'em... The finish of the match sees Angel starting to gas out from trying to keep up with Rhys. After eating an enziguri, Angel hits the floor as Pect scales the turnbuckles on his way to the top rope. With blood still pouring down the majority of his face, Pect flies through the air with a grafity-defying frog splash that flattens the Career Killer, but just narrowly misses the three-count. Pect now, bringing Angel to his knees, slams a series of forearms into Angel's face before running the ropes and unleashing a lightning-fast front dropkick. The crowd is drumming up a big chant for Rhys here as Pect climbs the top rope again, gesturing for Angel to come closer. A dazed Angel unwittingly stumbles right into Rhys path, but as Pect flies forward with a cross body, it's Angel's strength that proves advantageous here. Catching Rhys, he hoists him up onto his shoulders, and forcefully drives him down to the mat with a ring-shaking Emerald Fusion. Angel with the cover -- ONE! TWO! THR--SHOULDER UP BY PECT YET AGAIN! The expression on Angel's face is one of absolute confusion and frustration as it's starting to dawn on him just how tough Rhys Pect is. He grabs Pect again and makes the "It's over" gesture with his hands, setting Pect up for one the most feared moves in the TFWF today -- the "Cradle of Darkness." As soon as Angel begins to lift however, Pect instinctively ducks down and holds on to one of Angel's legs, frustrating the big man. He lifts again, but once more, no dice as Pect expertly defends against Angel's big move. Eventually, the irritated Angel lets go and sizes Pect up for another lariat, but Pect sees it coming and ducks at the very last second -- ANGEL BLASTS THE REFEREE INSTEAD! Grumbling, Angel looks down at the ref, but the window of time is enough for Pect to superkick Angel right out of his boots and out of the ring! The crowd is on their feet now as Rhys takes his position on the other side of the squared circle, waiting for Angel to get back to his feet. Without fail, Angel begins to stir, reaching for something underneath the ring as Rhys unknowingly begins to limber up. Seeing Angel's head begin to rise, Rhys bounces off the ropes and runs forward for a suicide dive -- BUT ANGEL SMASHES RHYS ON THE TOP OF THE HEAD WITH A SICKENING STEEL CHAIRSHOT! There's MEGA heat emanating from the UK fans in attendance here as a limp Pect crumples to the arena floor. Angel smiles to himself and quickly ditches the chair, picking Rhys up and throwing him back inside. Seeing the ref slowly start to come to his senses, Angel covers Pect, now -- ONE! TWO! THRE--OH MY GOD, ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM RHYS PECT! Angel looks absolutely shocked with what has just transpired! Meanwhile, Pect is starting to stir once more! Angel grabbing Pect for a "Cradle of Darkness," Pect blocks it -- CODEBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd is going INSANE as Pect makes the cover -- ONE! TWO! THRE--ANGEL'S HAND IS GRIPPING ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE! RHYS THINKS HE'S WON IT, BUT THE REFEREE POINTS OUT ANGEL'S HAND! You can almost see the spirit sapped right out of Rhys at this point as hhis shoulders slump, but what's this?! ANGEL WITH A SCHOOL BOY! HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES FOR MORE LEVERAGE -- BUT THE REFEREE DOESN'T SEE IT THIS TIME! ONE! TWO! THREE! SC: NO! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! SJ: Oh, God, yes! God bless our lack of optical benefits for these dumbass referees! And as soon as the bell rings, Angel throws a vicious kick to the face onto Rhys. SC: HE IS GOING FOR ANOTHER TCK ENDER TONIGHT! WE HAVE SEEN HANNAH TAKEN DOWN...ADL TAKEN DOWN AND NICKLES TAKEN DOWN AND NOW ITS PECT WHO HE IS AFTER! WE NEED HELP! SJ: Another one bites the dust...and another... SC: WILL YOU STOP Angel levels Pect with not one, not two, but three 'Cradle of Darknesses' one after another! He stands in the ring before sliding out and walking up the ailse looking at a motionless Pect laughing on the tron as he makes his way to the back. All of a sudden...Pect's eyes flutter and he gets to his knees... SC: OH MY GOD! The look on Angel's face actually suggests a bit of worry as Pect glares at him from the ring, and even underneath the numerous coats of fresh blood... his expression is as clear as day: I took your best, and I'm still here. Winner, via pinfall: Fallen Angel (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (IAN MONKS IS TALKING TO A POLICE OFFICER AND DOCTOR) IM: And his condition is ok... DOC: Stable as we can be Mr. Monks... IM: And these three fellons have been apprehended... PO: Yes sir, we have got word through to Siberia we believe that we will be taking them back there... IM: If you speak to the Warden tell him this...he has let me down... PO: Sir, we are not in the midst off... IM: And tell that son of a bitch...in December...I am bringing Ice Storm 2009 and the T.F.W.F. to Siberia...RIGHT INTO HIS FUCKING BACKYARD! I AM IAN MONKS! AND DORIAN WONG...THE WARDEN...AND SIBERIAN WRESTLING BETTER BE AWARE...I DO NOT FEAR NOBODY! (MONKS SLAMS HIS DOOR AS THE CROWD IN ATTEDANCE ROAR IN APPROVAL.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: My God...Ian Monks has made the call, he has made the call to confront this head on! SJ: He’s a man of decision Scoop...a man’s man SC: And you think this adverse pressure that is now on these two men coming out now. Folks, 2 and a half hours of suspension...for this...our Main Event...one on one...McDonald defends against Cross. MAIN EVENT - Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match 'The Mould' JC McDonald (c) vs Sebastian Cross [FLASHBACK: THE TRAUMA IN WHICH HAS HAUNTED CROSS FOR MOST OF THIS YEAR IS SHOWN ALONGSIDE THE RISE OF JC MCDONALD AS A COMPETITOR IN THIS BUSINESS ONCE MORE. THEIR PATHS CROSSING AT HS:RR WHERE MCDONALD ‘PERFECTO’D HIS WAY TO GLORY AND BECAME 2 TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. RECENT EVENTS OF CROSS BEING DEEMED TO BE LOSING HIS MIND ARE SHOWN...EVENTS ORCHESTRATED BY THE CHAMPION FEARFUL OF THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER. THE FINAL STRAW IS SHOWN WITH THE ARREST OF CROSS AND MCDONALD REALIZING HE IS NOT BEHIND ALL THESE ATTACKS. THE FINAL INSULT, THE FINAL MAYHEM WHERE CROSS GETS A MEASURE OF REVENGE LAYING OUT THE CHAMPION...ONLY FOR MCDONALD TO RETURN THE FAVOUR AS THE SHOW GOES OFF THE AIR .] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE SUPER HEEL HEAT. THE SELF ABSORBED TOTALLY ACTION TRON VIDEO OF JC MCDONALD APPEARS ON THE SCREEN. HE WALKS WITH A SWAGGER ONTO THE STAGE. HE EXTENDS HIS ARMS AND PULLS OFF A DOUBLE BICEP POSE FOLLOWED BY A FRONT BICEP POSE AS GOLD SHOWERED PYROS FALL AROUND HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 268 pounds...he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! SC: Boro is letting The Mould know exactly what they think of him, a rain of boos come crashing down on him...can he do it Snoop? SJ: Based on what we heard earlier...who’s more concerned...the man with the belt or the man who has been searching for the clown for 3 months...JC has been cool, calm and collective since day one so I can’t see that changing tonight Scoop. McDonald takes the gold home and we all have a Champion not unhinged by total crap! JH: And his opponent... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER DUPER MASSIVE 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. CROSS MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: HERE HE COMES IN ALL HIS GLORY THE MAN WHO HAS GOT ONE MISSION TONIGHT TO TAKE BACK THE WORLD TITLE FOR A FOURTH TIME IN HIS CAREER! SJ: He’s not with it Scoop...he is thinking about tonight and the final laughter card in all of this isn’t JC McDonald messing with him...it comes back to Wong again Scoop and JC is going to show Cross exactly why they call him THE MOULD!!! The Beginning of the match sees...McDonald look to circle Cross, but the challenger meets him head on and fires in with some rights and lefts rocking the Champion back to the cheers of the crowd in attendance. Cross fires a running high knee into the head of McDonald who then crouches over and follows up by scooping JC into the air and slamming him hard into the mat. Cross wastes no time nailing a rolling thunder and looks to make a quick pin of it, but McDonald bursts a shoulder up before two anyway. The Champion is left gasping for air as Cross continues his onslaught with big rights, lefts and then a series of suplexes and to be honest it is all the challenger in this early going as the Champion looks a little shell shocked how aggressively wrestling wise Cross has come out of the gates. Cross then tosses McDonald to the outside and gets onto the top turnbuckle...as JC turns around he nails him with a high cross body which sends the crowd into ‘Holy Crap’ chants as McDonald is down and out, but the executer of the move isn’t fairing too well either. SC: It has been all Sebastian Cross in this early going Snoop and JC McDonald is in a situation now where he needs to regroup and fast... SJ: Which is exactly what will happen. Cross comes out here all pomp and circumstance and look...makes a foolish move on JC and now the Champion will find his way back in. I mean what guy goes for that kind of move so soon! SC: Probably a guy with very little to lose Snoop...Cross just wants to hurt McDonald here tonight. SJ: Well, he looks like he hurt himself in the process. McDonald is on his feet and picks Cross to his. A series of moves involving various tosses and throws into the ringposts and walls are demonstrated by the Champion as he looks to garner some composure. Throwing Cross into the ring, he pulls him to his feet and sends him hard into the ropes where he nails a big bad spinebuster. The crowd let him have it as McDonald pulls off barely a two count on the pin attempt. He pulls Cross once more to his feet and pulls him into a gorilla press position before letting the challenger hit the mat incredibly hard. SC: The momentum has shifted once again and this could be a telling factor for Cross...McDonald is very good at dishing out the punishment...he is physical and that is going to take its toll on him. SJ: That’s why he is the Champion...Cross has come flying in here like a hot head throwing punches, but look who is in control now Scoop...100% the Champion! The Middle of the match sees...more McDonald dominance as he scores a running slam with a page out of Street’s book of moves. He doesn’t get much joy on the cover there either. He throws Cross hard into the ropes again, but Cross leaps over McDonald and nearly scores with a sunset flip, but the Champion shows his raw power pulling Cross back through his legs into a choking position and then planting him with another big double chokeslam powerbomb combo. The crowd ‘ohhh’ in appreciation and its only a last ditch shoulder up which stops the match being over on the pin attempt. McDonald pulls Cross to his feet once more and sets him up in a second gorilla press move, but Cross escapes the move and lands JC with a modified neckbreaker. Both men lay on the mat for a moment as Cross catches his breath and McDonald holds his neck rolling on the mat. Cross gets to his feet first and bounds into the ropes and hits a drop kick as McDonald gets to his feet. JC falls back down hard, as Cross nails a variation of the ‘619’ sending the Champion reeling back again. Cross then leaps onto the top rope and nails a front facing drop kick as the crowd are loving what they are seeing from the challenger. He picks JC to his feet and nails him with a second upper cut and then a third and then a big ddt. He goes for the cover, but JC is near the ropes and extends a leg onto it. Cross then slaps on a rest hold sleeper wearing down the Champion. McDonald slowly gets to his feet, tries to throw Cross into the ropes, but his grip is tight and he counters with a bulldog. SC: Cross has got that headlock snapped in strongly here Snoop and McDonald is not going to break it with a weak attempt to push him into the ropes. Constantly the Champion as we can now see trying to break that hold and the challenger keeps synching it in further... SJ: I hope the referee has checked to make sure that is not an illegal choke hold...probably the same hold he used to kill his wife and child. SC: That is not on Snoop...not at all... SJ: What? I am just saying what people are thinking, JC basically proved Sebastian was a murderer you know... Cross after much movement finally has his hold broken when McDonald turns it into a back suplex. The big bull of a Champion tries to charge Cross, but Cross then flips him down with the same headlock and the crowd show their appreciation as McDonald is now frustrated, but in a better position to get to the ropes. The release of the hold sees Cross go for McDonald, but the Champion drop a shoulder and send Sebastian over the top rope to the floor below. SC: Hard spill by Cross there Snoop... SJ: Thats not the first time he has been seen crashing to the outside in a heap...check mate McDonald I think! Finish...McDonald and Cross once more treat the crowd to some outside antics of fighting, but its McDonald who hits the big move as he ‘Perfecto’s Cross through one of the announce tables. The crowd watch on as McDonald then breaks the count and pulls the challenger back into the ring which is rather unexpected of him to do. He looks to set him up for a second ‘Perfecto’, but Cross counters and then from nowhere hits the famed ‘Re-Liberation’ the crowd go nuts as Cross goes for the cover, but McDonald has a foot on the ropes again. Cross cannot believe what has happened!!! SC: He had it in his grasp right there and then...right there and then... SJ: HE CANNOT PUT AWAY JC MCDONALD! Cross pulls JC to his feet and looks to go for a second one, but JC blocks the move and hits a ‘Perfecto’ out of nowhere...one...two...CROSS GETS A DAMN SHOULDER UP! SC: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! SEBASTIAN CROSS GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AGAIN! SJ: THE MAN IS NOT HUMAN...HE IS SOME SORT OF... McDonald slams his hand in the other signalling to the referee it must have been three. McDonald backs the referee into the corner and begins arguing as Cross gets to his feet... SC: WHAT A GOD DAMN SECOND WHO IS THAT! A man dressed like Dorian Wong hops over the rail and slides into the ring. He takes the back end of a letter opener and plunges it into the back of Cross!!!! The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing. He spins around Cross and nails a ‘Last Laugh’ of sorts... SJ: DORIAN WONG IS ALIVE!!!! SC: I cant tell if thats Wong or not! What the hell... Cross’ back is covered in his own blood and he is out. McDonald walks over, picks Cross up and delivers a third ‘Perfecto’ he makes the cover...one...two...three... SC: WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED! SJ: JC HAS RETAINED THE BELT! SC: But who the hell was that!There is someone else involved in this and the Champ nor the referee saw it...but BY GOD SEBASTIAN CROSS FELT IT! ALL ROADS LEAD TO SIBERIA! SJ: Well we need to find answers and it seems Siberia is the place to do it. McDonald stands for a moment in the ring with the World title on his shoulder. He looks down at the bleeding Cross and for a moment looks puzzled...the realization not all is right in Middlesborough seems to dawn on the Champions mind as the EMTs pull the challenger out of the ring. Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: 'The Mould' JC McDonald (END SHOW)