Saturday January 31st 2009 KING OF THE DEATH MATCH TOURNAMENT: Los Angeles, California - Staples Centre REST OF THE CARD: New York, New York - Madison Square Garden

[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE 8 PARTICPANTS ROAD TO MAKE THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES TOURNAMENT ARE SHOWN ALONGISDE A SPLIT SCREEN HIGHLIGHTING THE MATCHES ON THE OTHER MATCHES IN NEW YORK TONIGHT. THE FINAL SHOT IS A BLACKED OUT KING WITH A CROWN AND A QUESTION MARK ON HIS FACE WITH THE WORLD TITLE IN THE OTHER WINDOW. THE TEXT SIMULATANEOUSLY FLIES UP SAYING ‘WHO WILL BE KING’ ‘WHO WILL BE CHAMPION’.] *’KING OF KINGS’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (A SPLIT SCREEN SHOT SHOWS NEW YORK WITH SOME OF THE SIGNS READING ‘BE OUR HERO CROSS’, ‘HUNTER VS MITCHELL IS BETTER THAN SEX’ AND ‘ONLEE SHALL BURN’ ON THE LA SIDE WE SEE SUCH SIGNS AS ‘ANGEL AINT GOT THE CURE FOR THE AMC’, ‘KIRSTA FOR QUEEN’ AND ‘SANDY ROLLS THE DICE FOR THE CROWN’. FINALLY WE GET ONE SCREEN SHOT OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES SITTING IN NEW YORK’S MADISON SQUARE GARDEN.) SC: Starting spreading the news...the T.F.W.F. has arrived in Madison Square Garden for one half of the 9th annual Night of the Revolution PPV Snoop...and how fitting in recent weeks the cavalry has arrived to overthrow TCK? SJ: ... SC: Ok...I hope it’s not going to be like this all night. In Los Angeles we once more have the other half of the card which sees a King in the making tonight. Let’s go live to our commentary team there of Mahoney McMillian and Tremere. (CROSS TO LA) MM: Thank you Scoop...we are excited here the fans are on their feet and Tremere as a former King how is this one going to go down? T: It’s going to be intense Mac, 8 guys wanting to take the next step in the T.F.W.F., but only one can be crowned. MM: The current King and a former 2 time King in this one a lot of the fans have been hoping to see Angel and Young clash at some stage in this tournament. T: Well, it’s going to be tough for them to both get there...but hell...its going to be something very,very special. MM: Scoop our understanding is you guys are ready to rock and roll your end? (CROSS TO NY) SC: Thank you Mahoney and we are ready...last week APB and James Matthews felt the wrath of this NEW LEGION...feeling the pain of Kent Clark. All four men now clash...with the DWIWF North American title on the line...let’s take a look at how this one came about. DWIWF North American Championship Match Kent Clark (c) vs Legion vs APB vs James Matthews [FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF LEGIONS NEW FORMED ALLIANCE WITH JAMES ONLEE. WE SEE THE CONSEQUENCES THIS HAD FOR BOTH JAMES MATTHEWS AND APB. WE SEE KENT CLARK HOLDING THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE OVER HEAD AND THEN SOME SHOTS OF ALL FOUR MEN IN ACTION HITTING THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES.] JH: This match is schedule for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Title…introducing first… *'THE BEGINNING' - A.F.I. PLAYS* (CROWD POP. A FUTURISTIC MODEL WORLD IS SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. COUPLED WITH THE DESTRUCTION WRESTLING MOVES OF JAMES MATTHEWS...THE WORDS 'THE FUTURE HAS HIT THE FAN' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. MATTHEWS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE OBSERVING THE CROWD. HE FLASHES A DOUBLE BICEP POSE AND WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making their towards the ring from St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing 257 pounds ...James 'The Future' Matthews!!! SC: A man with revenge in mind and some would say a lot to prove to the TFWF fans and those in the locker room. SJ: If you ask me Matthews has been treading water with his career for months now. I think tonight he needs to step up big time. If he doesn’t, he’ll just be another dumb Canuck on welfare! JH: And his opponent… *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (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 HISWAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Amanda…from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: The veteran big man got a win over Matthews on the last Mayhem before NOR 9 so he must be feeling confident tonight. SJ: Never mind his confidence, what about his hip? An old man like APB could snap at any moment! JH: And their opponent… *'EMER-GENT-CY - GREENERY PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. MISTY LEADS LEGION WHO WALKS WITH AUTHORITY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Misty Evans...from Long Beach, California...weighing 240 pounds...Legion!!! SC: It truly is disgusting to see what has happened to Legion ever since James Onlee took him under his wing. SJ: Are you kidding? With Onlee having his back Legion fears no man! I predict big things for this guy now he’s on the right path! JH: And their opponent… *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS AN IMAGE OF MARIO RUNNING ALONG A SCREEN JUMPING IN THE AIR AND GRABBING COINS WHEN HE SMASHES THOSE BLOCKS. HE GETS HIMSELF A MUSHROOM AND GROWS REALLY BIG AS THE WORDS 'KENT "8-BIT KID" CLARK' APPEAR ON THE T.A.T.. CLARK COMES RUNNING OUT ONTO STAGE LIKE SONIC THE HEDGE HOG BEFORE BOUNDING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING PRACTICING VARIOUS STREET FIGHTER AND MORTAL KOMBAT MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California...weighing 215 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...'The 8-Bit Kid' Kent Clark!!! SC: This New York crowd are going crazy for Kent Clark, he has to be one of the most popular North American Champions of all time! SJ: He’s only popular because this crowd is full of nerds who spend too much time on the internet hanging out at places like EFK.com SC: Where? SJ: What? The match begins with...Matthews is hot to get tangled up with the current NA champion – however he is taken down to the ground quickly with a strong clothesline delivered by ring veteran APB. He stares down at Matthews for a moment and shakes his head. Pointing to himself then pointing to Clark. Matthews stares up at APB before he kips up and charges after APB and they lock up. Legion, determined to impress his mentor, charges after Kent Clark and is relentless in doing so. Driving a hard boot into the sternum of the champion, which causes Clark to double over, Legion goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Clark is able to move out of the wake quickly, dropping to the mat and catching the charging Legion with a drop toe hold – sending him into the ropes. SJ: That little nerd has his work cut out for him. Think he said his prayers before going to bed last night Scoop? SC: Clark has proven himself to be a viable champion, remember that Snoop. APB is forcing Matthews to prove to him he should have a chance at the champion, but doing this could also cost him this match! SJ: He only wins one match a year and he got that last week when he faced off against Matthews, there's no way he can do it again. SC: And an IMPRESSIVE move by Matthews!! Matthews has taken it to the turnbuckle, trying to take his friend and ally down a peg or two, with a swinging axe handle, however APB steps out of the way and catches him into a swinging DDT taking him to the canvas and covers him. 1...2... Matthews kicks out barely before the three count, which could have ended it all right there. Clark is fighting for the upper hand with all he has as he throws Legion against APB, so he can catch a breather. Legion – so focused on causing damage grabs hold of APB and delivers an almost impossible belly to belly suplex, going for the pin. 1...Kent interrupts the count by sending a boot into the back of Legion. SJ: Aww poor little Clarky Warky, you know if this gig goes South, I bet Nintendo could use a new spokes person for their products. Naaah that damn plumber is even cooler than he is! SC: Did...you just compare the North American Champion to..a pixelated character? SJ: So?! Legion's walking out the champion tonight, he's got the drive, he has the will, and he knows if he doesn't – they should just change his name to Spike because Onlee's weapon of choice is going to be crammed up his aaaah --- *getting cut off* SC: Matthews AND Kent Clark are taking it to the top right now! This is absolute chaos!!! The middle of the match sees...Matthews and Clark on opposite sides of the ring, almost simultaneously jump into the air, Clark getting caught by APB, in a bear hug before sending him out onto the canvas with a spinebuster. Matthews gets good air, sending himself into a splash on top of Legion. Both APB and Matthews go for the cover but the official can't count for both! APB pushes away from Clark, standing up and heading towards Matthews and pulls him up onto his feet. Legion and Clark both are out for the count for a moment on the mat, while APB and Matthews stare down one another. APB signals for a test of strength as he raises his arm, the crowd pops loudly and become even more loud as Matthews accepts putting his hand into APB's. Both men vying for dominance here, as Legion and Clark slowly get onto their feet. Neither APB nor his one time ally Matthews are gaining the upper hand, it seems more like a stalemate – Clark breaks it up by delivering a drop kick into APB's back, Matthews turns out at the proper time to not collide with APB, and turns to the charging Legion who's about to try and attempt what Clark did. Legion continues charging forward against Matthews, Matthews attempts do duck the lariat, but it connects – sending him down to the mat. Legion goes for the cover 1...2.. Matthews kicks out at the very last second. Kent Clark goes to finish the job, APB gets the North American champ locked up from behind, as Matthews now is recovering from the lariat and both he and Legion begin to exchange a series of blows. Finish... The champ attempts to wriggle out as Matthews and Legion continue to square off. Matthews jukes out of the way as Legion goes for another running clothesline, sending Legion over the ropes. Clark's arm gets loose from APB's hold and begins to send elbows into the man holding him until the hold breaks. APB staggers back into the ropes, with Matthews back turned – he doesn't see the Champ coming up behind him, and realization doesn't truly set in until Clark does a quick schoolboy roll up. 1....2... Matthews tries to kick out, and almost makes it until..the ref's hand slaps down for the third and final time. The official motions for the bell as APB and Legion are both thunderstruck, staring in disbelief as Matthews looks absolutely pissed off at the outcome. Kent Clark's eyes go wide, in that boyish charm he's known for, however as he notices that all three men are now moving towards him, he quickly dives under the ropes and stands outside the ring. SJ: That's right Clarky Warky, you should be scared. SC: Kent Clark has properly defended the belt he gained at Ice Storm against Aaron Roberts, but there are three people in that ring who definitely do NOT look happy. Inside the ring, the differences of each man is shown as they group together and start shoving one another as the official comes down and raises Kent Clark's arm, handing him the belt. Kent holds the belt up as his music plays out and he backs up the ramp. Winner, via pinfall and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Kent Clark (RETURN TO LA) MM: One title has been decided in New York as Kent Clark has defended the title and we have our first qualifier here to be decided Tremere. T: Well a personal favourite of mine it’s Eaton Gore...and he is taking on the current King... Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Piranhana Fish Tank Match Fallen Angel vs Eaton Gore [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF ANGEL BE GIVEN HIS BYE INTO THE TOURNAMENT AND EATON USING A VARIANT OF THE ‘FORK YOU’ TO DEFEAT AARON ROBERTS ON MAYHEM TO ADVANCE.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Quarterfinal bout and is a Piranha Tank Match... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the 2008 King of the Deathmatches…Fallen Angel!!! MM: A hot favourite to retain and would be only the second man in history to win this tournament more than once Tremere. As a former King whats going through his mind? T: He has to get this match out of the way...I mean Eaton is one guy Fallen Angel cannot underestimate. He lives for this type of match. P: And his opponent... *‘SUGAR SUGAR’ – THE ARCHIES PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP. EATON GORE RUSHES OUT OF THE CURTAINS IN A WARRIOR-ESCUE FASHION AT TEN THOUSAND MPH. EXCALIBUR RAISED IN THE AIR. CAUSING AN EXPLOSIVE POP. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING READY TO DISH OUT PAIN ONTO HIS NEXT TARGET.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Hannibal, Missouri…weighing 162 pounds…Eaton Gore!!! MM: As you said Tremere, Eaton will probably be right at home in this one. T: I just hope he doesn’t eat the fish... The match begins...the tank is set up in the middle of the ring as Angel stretches himself on the ropes avoiding the barbwire boards. Gore then charges in typical madman Gore fashion and levels him with a flurry of punches not to mention him actually hurdling the fish tank to get to Angel. Gore attempts to irish whip Angel into the tank, but Angel puts on the brakes and catches him throwing him back into the barbwire board corner. Angel follows with a series of vicious knife edge chops to Gore's throat before kneeing him in the midsection a few times. Angel then short clotheslines Gore over the top rope as the Man Eating Madman hits the floor on the outside. Gore tries to get to his feet, but Angel follows with a kick to the mush and Gore is already spitting some blood. Angel grabs Gore and powerslams him onto the steel steps as Gore winces in agony. Angel slides a hand under the ring and removes his baseball bat which he used since 2000 in some shape or form. He throws down on Gore who rolls out of the way as Angel's shot meets the steel steps. Gore slides back into the ring and spits the blood from his mouth as Angel circles the outside of the ring area like the veteran he is knowing getting right in there with Gore allows Eaton the advantage. Gore never one to wait and greet throws himself like a crazed fool over the top rope and flies into a surprised Angel. The crowd get completely behind Gore as he tries to get hold off the bat, but Angel lowblows him. Angel then delivers a knee to the face of Gore as he rises up as more Eaton blood spills onto the arena floor. Angel attempts to throw Gore into the hot LA crowd, but Gore puts on the breaks and in somewhat of an uncharacteristic move jumps onto the guard rail and then flies back with a kind of bizzare looking crossbody. Once more Angel and Gore go tumbling to the arena floor in a heap. Gore slams two quick fists into Angel's mouth for good measure. MM: Gore's bizzare offense with mixed effects here early Tremere. T: Well he has the problem that Angel is going to try and suck him into a wrestling match. Angel of course the man who can pretty much lend his hand to anytype of wrestling Mac. Its the old school way he approaches business. For Gore he needs those weapons and he needs that tank. MM: The winner has to hold down the other for 10 seconds in that tank to walk away with the win for tonight. T: Yeah and thats a problem. Any man who panics if he thinks he is drowing is going to be hard to pin down Mac. The middle of the match sees...Gore taking Angel back into the ring and sending him hard into the corner to the boards of barbwire. He then snaps off a piece of the board with barbwire and rings it into the face of Fallen Angel. Angel is cut open as Eaton reaches into his pants to produce the fork! The crowd go crazy as he goes to stab Angel in the eye, but Angel blocks with his freehand and kicks Gore in the gut and nails a fameasser onto the board as Gore is once more split open. Angel drags Gore over to the tank and picks him up so his head is facing down just above the water, Gore frantically kicks his legs and boots Angel in the mush. Angel drops Gore who cracks his head on the tank and briefly enters it for a moment maybe 3 seconds before pulling himself out. He has a pirannha with its teeth into his arm. He rips it off and eats it as Fallen Angel's eyes pop open in a mixture of horror and disgust. Gore charges Angel and spears him to the canvass. He removes Excalibur once more and stabs it into the leg of Angel who writhes in agony. He then stabs the other leg as Angel once more screams in agony. Gore goes for the eye, but Angel once more blocks with a free hand and twists the arm around. He mounts Gore and attaches a modified armbar as he attempts to wear down his opponent. MM: I just don't see how either man can take the advantage here, but once more Angel comes back to the wrestling in which he is so versed. T: Anytime this is going to get almost beyond extreme, he brings it back to its base. Thats why he is one of the legends of this business, love him or hate him, Angel knows wrestling Mahoney. MM: How can Gore turn the tide back into his favour. He of course has that psychological big pin win he got over Angel a few weeks back, but here is has shown flashes of brilliance, but not enough to put away Angel. T: Anyone who eats the contents of a pirannha fish tank cannot be underestimated in my book Mahoney. Finish...Angel lets his man up and delivers a thunderous running clothesline almost taking Gore's head off. Angel catches a moments breath before picking up Gore were the eccentric Gore breaks free, he reaches for Excalibur and gets a half stab on Angel in the eye before levelling him with the 'Fork U'. Gore begins to take Angel over towards the tank as the crowd smells victory for Gore all of a sudden Crazyman comes down to the ring. The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as he slides into the ring and begins looking around. Gore incensed pushes Crazyman back and the two begin exchanging not so pleasant plesantries. Angel reaches with a free hand and swings his baseball bat slamming it into the back of the head of Gore who hits the mat like a floundering fish. Angel then big boots Crazyman in the chops and sends him over the top rope. Angel then drops Gore into the tank for a 10 count and advances Winner, and Advancing: Fallen Angel Angel rolls out of the ring and begins walking up the ramp holding the bloody baseball bat. Crazyman slides back into the ring and tries to pull Gore out of the tank obviously he didnt mean any disrespect, but Gore isnt having any of it. He grabs excalibur and stabs Crazyman in the eye! A 'Fork U' later could signal one of the more out there feuds of 2009... MM: Angel the current KOTDM has booked himself a place against either Sandy Makel or Brandon Watkins later tonight, but a big talking point is Crazyman here once again on T.F.W.F. TV and the reaction of Eaton Gore! T: The mental hospital just booked that feud for 2009...Gore and Crazyman...get the strait jackets ready Mac. (RETURN TO NY.) (WE OPEN BACKSTAGE WHERE OZZY FINCH IS STANDING RIGHT OUTSIDE OF GEORGIE NICKLES LOCKER ROOM, RAISING HIS HAND TO KNOCK ON THE HARDCORE CHAMPION'S LOCKER ROOM, BUT A HAND FALLS ONTO HIS ARM TO STOP HIM.) GN: I'm not in there. (THE CROWD GIVES A HUGE POP AS GEORGIE GIVES A SLIGHT SMILE TO THE STARTED INTERVIEWER, AND SHE READJUSTS HER BELT. FINCH QUICKLY TURNS TO LOOK AT GEORGIE AND RAISES HIS MICROPHONE.) OF: Georgie, I was hoping to get a few minutes of your time prior to your match. You must be nervous going into a match with TWO former hardcore champions, one who's held the title an astounding fourteen times. GN: Not really. I've already gone through my case of nerves. Right now, I can't let that cloud my vision. OF: Then what is your mind on right now, if I might ask? It's been noted that you've been having a rough time with your Civil Unrest stable mates, as well as issues with former stable mate Exile. Rumor has it, it's due to Iziah Hunter, your thoughts? (GEORGIE IS QUIET FOR A LONG MOMENT, HER EYES STARING OFF INTO NOTHING.) GN: Right now? That's not on my mind either. That will get sorted, but it won't get sorted two minutes before I go out in that ring. So you want to know what's on my mind? (GEORGIE ASKS OZZY, WHO NODS, AS SHE TAKES A STEP TOWARDS HIM AND THEN ANOTHER ONE, LEANING IN TOWARDS THE MICROPHONE THAT'S HELD OUT TO HER.) GN: Nothing. Not worry, not fear, not nervousness. Nothing. My balance is found, and if I allow one single slip up? That balance will be lost. OF: A pretty zen approach if I may say so myself. How do you see this match going Georgie? (RUBBING A HAND OVER HER CHIN FOR A MOMENT, SHE TAKES A STEP BACK.) GN: Lots of pain, lots of blood, and lots of anger. No one is walking out untouched. If any of us will be able to walk out at all. (WITH THAT, GEORGIE TURNS AND BEGINS TO WALK AWAY, LEAVING A SLIGHTLY GAPING OZZY FINCH STARING AT THE RETREATING BACK OF THE SOMEWHAT CHANGED AND STEADFAST REBEL CHILD.) (ACTION COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) SC: Georgie Nickles is all fired up and ready to go to war here tonight with her Hardcore Title on the line. SJ: Damn I love it when she gets angry like that, really gets me going. SC: Ugh, please. Well that match is up next folks so let’s take it to the ring for the introductions! T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Match Georgie Nickles (c) vs Aaron Roberts vs Phenom [FLASHBACK: WE SEE GEORGIE NICKLES WINNING THE HARDCORE TITLE AND DEFENDING IT ON A NUMBER OF OCCASIONS. WE THEN SEE PHENOM LAYING THE CHALLENGE DOWN TO HER AND THE INVOLVEMENT OF AARON ROBERTS. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH A SHOT OF THE HARDCORE TITLE WITH ALL THREE WRESTLERS EYING IT CLOSELY.] JH: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF Hardcore Title!! Introducing first… *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. A SILKY SNAKE CAN BE SEEN ON THE T.A.T. COMING OUT OF A WOVEN BASKET. THE WORDS AARON ROBERTS APPEAR WITH THE SIGNATURE COBRA SIGN AND A FEW ROBERTS MOVES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...'The Cobra' Aaron Roberts!!! SC: He claims to be the best musician in all of wrestling and tonight the big man from Desert Sex is going to hope he hits the right notes and comes away with the Hardcore Title. SJ: “Hits the right notes?” Who writes that crap for you? JH: And his opponent… *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. PHENOM WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: He’s no stranger to the Hardcore Title and tonight he looks to make it 16 Title reigns, Phenom looks fired up tonight folks! SJ: No wonder I heard someone ate all his protein bars backstage. I hate when that happens, ripped guys like me and Phenom need that protein damn it! JH: And their opponent… *'WAKE UP' - LOST PROPHETS PLAYS* (DECENT 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…she is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Georgie Nickles!!! SC: We all know the Rebel Child can fight with the best of them, but even Nickles has to be worried about the two men she’s facing tonight. SJ: If she gets out of this with three broken bones, I think she’ll have done pretty well. Poor Georgie, she’s going to get killed! The match begins …As the bell rings, and the contest gets under way the three competitors for the Hardcore Title eye each other up, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The crowd is going wild already in anticipation with some chants for the current champ, Georgie, springing up around the arena. Phenom decides that things need to get going so he turns his attention toward Roberts and makes an attempt to attack the Desert Sex member. Roberts being a bit quicker than the big man quickly scurries under the bottom rope and out of harms way. Phenom leans over the ropes as Roberts backs away with a big smile on his face. From behind Georgie runs up behind Phenom and quickly lands a roll up pin attempt on him. The referee counts to two before Phenom kicks out of the move and quickly moves back to his feet. Georgie is up to hers as well and moves to a defensive position to ready herself. Phenom charges at her and she ducks out of the way and sends ‘Nom to the mat once more with a drop toe hold to the delight of the crowd. Phenom is getting back to his feet when Georgie runs, and rebounds off the ropes, only to have her feet grabbed by Aaron and sent face first into the canvas. Phenom once again reaches for Roberts over the top rope while Georgie tries to collect herself, but he backs away just out of reach again. The middle of the match begins with Phenom lifting Georgie to her feet by the hair. SC: So far in this match Aaron Roberts has yet to do too much of anything other than run away, and take some cheap shots. SJ: That’s because Aaron Roberts is a music sensation slash genius, Scoop. He’s playing this one smart and mark my words, he will be the one to walk out the new hardcore champion if he keeps this up. The middle of the match sees...Phenom starts his assault on Georgie and through the middle of the match wears her down pretty good. Roberts taunts the fans on the outside of the ring, and continues to insist to them that he really is the genius here for staying outside the ring and away from harm. Roberts is keeping a keen eye on the match at all times though as when Phenom his a big piledriver on Georgie, Roberts quickly yanks the title away from the time keeper and shoots in to the ring. Phenom looks as though he wants to go for the pin here, but just before he can, Roberts blasts him in the side of the head with a shot from the hardcore title and sends him down to the mat. Roberts then looks at the two on the ground and looks as though he can’t decide which one to cover. Not being able to refuse laying on a woman, Roberts places himself awkwardly over Georgie as the referee starts his count. He only gets a two count as the current champ rolls her shoulder up. Roberts looks almost frustrated at Phenom’s inability to keep her down and then rolls over on to him and tries to get the pin again. ‘Nom rolls his shoulder up at two as well, and Roberts jumps to his feet and quickly gets in the ref’s face arguing the count. The crowd erupt suddenly though and as Roberts turns around he is met with a big Angelic Anarchy that sends him to the mat and then rolling from the ring. SJ: No! This isn’t supposed to be happening here! The Cobra is supposed to be landing the AGR on everyone! SC: He got too caught up in arguing with the referee to realize that Georgie was about to connect with one of her big moves. SJ: Georgie’s a loser, Scoop, and everyone knows it. You know she used to go home from school to find that her parents ran away from home. SC: That’s ridiculous…will you stop. Finish...Aaron Roberts slowly making his way back into the ring as Georgie and Phenom are going at it in the ring. Georgie does her best not to throw fists against Phenom, but eventually the big man catches up with her and heaves her over the top rope and to the floor below. Phenom then catches Roberts in the ring one on one. Roberts uses some of his wrestling skill to out maneuver Phenom, but eventually is caught in the final destination from him. Just as Phenom moves in for the cover the referee gets to a two count when Georgie leaps off the top rope with a huge Arabian facebuster to the back of Phenom’s skull, knocking him out. Georgie then rolls over top of the closest man, Roberts and picks up the pinfall and retains her title. Winner, and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Georgie Nickles SC: She did, despite going in there against men more than twice her size Georgie Nickles retains the Hardcore Title!! A great night so far here for Civil Unrest SJ: It’s just wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!! (RETURN TO LA.) MM: Brandon Watkins and Civil Unrest looking to cheer one another along tonight Trem and certainly Watko will be pleased to Georgie and Kent with big wins! T: Mac, there isn’t time for cheering in the KOTDM just the taste of blood as it rolls down your throat! MM: ... Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Flaming Casket Match Tiger Young vs Jose Ramon [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF YOUNG’S RETURN TO THE RING ON MONDAY MAYHEM AS THE MYSTERY MAN AND JOSE RAMON DEFEATING LEGION WITH A FLOWING ‘POSTERIZED’ TO BOOK HIS PLACE IN THE FINALE 8.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Quarterfinal bout and is a Flaming Casket Match... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (BIG HEEL HEAT. THE WORDS 'JEALOUS...YOU SHOULD BE' FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T.. JOSE RAMON COCKILY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FANS IN HIS EGO DRIVEN STYLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Los Angeles, California...weighing 195 pounds...Jose Ramon!!! MM: Jose of course will be facing a man who hasn’t been in the ring for near on 8 months he needs to be feeling confident Trem. T: Yeah, but remember that man is Tiger Young, Mac P: And his opponent... *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! MM: He looks in great condition and you wonder whether it will be him locking Jose Ramon into that casket. T: I don’t know where to call this one Mahoney, I really don’t… The match begins...with Jose and Tiger going nose to nose. Jose begins jabbering in the face of the veteran who full on slaps him across the chops. Jose grabs the side of his face and then returns to the favour as Young walks around in a circle on the spot gritting his teeth. Jose then attempts a front faced dropkick, but Young backs off and grabs the legs and sends him like a catapult into the corner. Young follows up with a running elbow to the jaw as Jose walks out stunned, Young nails a ddt sending Jose to the mat. Young then mounts Ramon and slaps him into a cobra clutch. Jose kicks his legs wildly as Young looks to wear him down, Young eventually pulls Jose to hit feet and punches rights and lefts rocking the kid back on his feet. Young goes for a charging knee, but Jose side steps him and delivers a drop toe hold. Jose's quickness shows as he bounds off the ropes and nails a rolling thunder. He then goes for a pin as the crowd just laugh as he soon realizes he cannot do that here. Jose gets to his feet and boots Young a couple of times in the midsection and head. He then slides to the outside and goes under the ring and pulls out a ladder. He slides it into the ring and drops it on Young for good measure. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb it, but he hasn't done enough damage on Young who kicks out of the ladder which shakes and Jose goes tumbling to the mat. Young gets to his feet and delivers a couple of quick stomps to the head of Jose, he picks him up and executes a fallaway slam on Jose. Young then opens the casket on the outside and starts to roll Jose towards it, but Jose reaches out an arm and grabs onto the rope. Young looks to try and kick the hand free, but Jose is hanging on for dear life. He then somehow uses his skill to hook Young around the neck with his legs!!! He then uses the momentum to flip them both over the top rope as both crash onto the casket almost breaking it as it falls off the gurdy onto the arena floor. Both men lie motionless as 'TFWF, TFWF' chants echo through the arena. MM: Thats why the call him the Innovator...Jose Ramon from such a vunerable position able to pull the cat out the bag Trem. T: Or a cat over the top rope! MM: You been taking lessons from Snoop. T: No need to get personal! The middle of the match sees...both men with a long recovery process on the outside as VT shows the move by Jose over and over again. Finally both are on their feet as Ramon rams Young's head into the guard rail. Jose then walks a tight rope of his own getting on the guard rail and nailing a 4 step running lariat knocking Young down once more. He takes him to the ring where he sends him flying head first into the steel steps as Young falls down. Jose scoops him up and places him in the casket. As he searches on the floor for the lighter fluid and lighter he returns in which case Young pops open the lid and whacks Jose in the face with it in a sort of comedic moment. Jose stumbles back as Young steadies himself leaping out of the casket to nail a lariat. He slides Jose back into the ring and picks him up slamming him onto the ladder. He gets into the second ropes inside turnbuckle and nails an elbow drop on the prone Jose Ramon. Once more Tiger picks Ramon to his feet and levels him with a ddt! Young catches his breath as the crowd in attendance cheer his moveset. Young then drops a leg onto the throat of Jose and goes to roll him once more towards the casket. Jose however, once more has other ideas and before Tiger can roll him in executes another drop toe hold. Young goes sprawling between the second and third rope as Jose gets to his feet and nails a wicked kick to the face sending Young back and splitting his mouth open. Jose leaps onto the top turnbuckle and delivers a plancha move onto Young as it seems the Icon is firing on all cylinders. Jose cracks the ladder onto the skull of Young as he mounts it once more and delivers a swanton bomb onto Young as even the partizan crowd sound their appreciation. MM: Jose RAMON FROM NOWHERE WITH THAT MOVE! T: I hate the man, but I love this kids innovation...what a move from nowhere and he has rocked Young in this one. MM: I think he has rocked him to the very core Trem. Finish...Ramon hits a series of stiff shots to the face and sends Young into the ropes for the ride, he goes for a spinning heel kick, but Young ducks underneath, he comes up the otherside and as Jose bounds to his feet nails him with a 'Sabre Tooth' in the middle of the ring!!! The crowd go crazy as Young drops to his back searching for air. Finally, Young gets to his feet and drags Jose to his knees. Jose hits Young with a lowblow as Young doubles over, Ramon then kicks Young in the mush and then hits a beautiful axe kick. Jose goes over to the corner and gets onto the top rope, he waits for a moment and signals for the 'Posterized', but Young moves out of the way as Jose hits the canvass hard. Young pulls Jose to his feet and nails a second 'Sabre Tooth' the crowd scream in delight once more as he rolls Jose into the casket, shuts the lid and sets it alight. Winner, and Advancing: Tiger Young Young rolls out to the aisle way and the cheers of the crowd as he signals a number 'two' in the air, maybe letting the crowd know how much more he has to go in this competition. MM: Tiger Young advances, but what an effort from Jose Ramon...two 'Sabre Tooths' needed to put him away. T: But it seems that nostalgia is in the air Mac. Jose out, Tiger through... (RETURN TO NY) SC: Seems Tiger and Angel are set to meet Snoop... SJ: Fuck Tiger Young... SC: Calm down. SJ: ... T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match Exile (c) vs Scorpio [FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF EXILE RETAINING THE LHW TITLE ON A NUMBER OF OCCASIONS AGAINST JOSE RAMON. WE THEN SEE FOOTAGE OF SCORPIO RISING THROUGH THE RANKS TO BECOME THE NEW CHALLENGER TO EXILE. WE SEE THE TWO MEN TRADING WORDS IN PROMOS BEFORE SOME FOOTAGE OF THEM BOTH IN ACTION. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH THEM BOTH HITTING THEIR FINISHING MOVES ON OPPONENTS AS THE LHW TITLE BELT IS THE BACKDROP.] JH: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF Light Heavyweight Title!! Introducing first… *'POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME' - DEF LEOPARD PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF THE ARROGANT SCORPIO AND HIS WOMAN MILANA HRSUKA ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T. MONTAGED WITH SOME OF THE FINER MOVES FROM THE WRESTLERS MOVE SET. SCORPIO MAKES HIS WAY ONTO THE RAMP REMOVES HIS SHADES FAKES GIVING THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW AND CRUMPLES THEM IN HIS HAND LAUGHING AS HE DOES.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Milana Hrsuka...from London, England...weighing 215 pounds...Scorpio!!! SC: One of the most promising and exciting wrestlers in the world right now, can Scorpio make that next step and claim his first TFWF gold here tonight? SJ: Of course he can, the man is the corner stone of the greatest musical act in history, Desert Sex, this will be the first of his many title wins here! JH: And his opponent… *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Exile!!! SC: Exile has held that LHW Title for a considerable time now, I wonder if he could be starting to suffer from burn out following such a long reign? SJ: The only thing that is going to be burning with him is his ass cheeks when Scorpio kicks them raw! The begins with... a very serious Exile shooting out of the blocks, charging towards his opponent. Scorpio bails to the outside with the Champion hot on his heels, frantically racing around the ring. With Exile bearing down on him and Scorpio growing tired of running, he pulls up, spins around and catches Exile with a Shuffle Kick to the jaw. Proud of his work, as if it had been his plan all along, Scorpio takes a moment to taunt the fans. He slides in and out of the ring to break the count, then returns with more of his perfect posturing. The crowd respond, heated, evoking a reaction from Scorpio. While he's having a personal confrontation with a ringside fan, Exile finds his feet. Stalking his opponent from behind, the crowd join in the pantomime moment and shout to Scorpio, 'he's behind you!'. Of course, The S-Factor is too shrewd to fall for that one... and then he turns around and bumps into Ex. Scorpio looks to make a joke and talk his way out of the predicament, but Exile levels him with a big right hand to a big pop. Scorpio careens over the commentary table and Exile pounces on him, raining down with vicious lefts and rights. The referee finally puts a stop to this, warning the Champion of disqualification. With a handful of Scorpio's beautifully blown-dried hair, Exile throws the challenger back into the ring. He pulls himself onto the apron as Scorpio tries to take advantage, looking for a second Shuffle Kick. Once bitten, twice shy, Exile sidesteps the attack and Scorpio's foot gets caught on the top-rope. Legs stretched uncomfortably, Scorpio's a sitting duck as GQ Smooth jumps to the top-rope and catapults himself across the ring with a Missile Dropkick. But the Desert Sex member dodges and falls to the canvas, leaving Exile to crash and burn. Scorpio enjoys another spot of telling the fans of his brilliance before hoisting the Champion to his feet and sending him to the ropes. On the return, he connects with a well-timed Hurricanrana. But the velocity brings Exile down into a forward roll and immediately back to his feet, running towards the opposite ropes! Scorpio, oblivious to this and fixing his hair, becomes the victim of a Dropkick to the back. He leers forward and bounces backwards off the ropes into a Dragon Suplex and a pinning position. One... Two... Kick out. SC: A close shave for Scorpio early on. SJ: Scorpio doesn't shave, he simply looks in the mirror every morning and warns his facial hair not to grow! SC: You... (sigh) never cease to amaze me, Snoop. SJ: Thanks, buddy. But complimenting me won't make me like you. SC: ... The middle of the match sees... Exile remains in control. It's clear he's shown up tonight determined to leave the same way he entered; as the TFWF Light-Heavyweight Champion. He lifts his challenger to a vertical base before whipping him into the turnbuckle. Scorpio stumbles back out on impact as Exile races towards him. As he leaps into the air, Scorpio avoids contact but Exile lands with both feet on the second rope. He springs back into a Cross Body, but Scorpio surprises everyone and catches him! After a Fallaway Slam, Scorpio looks to take the fight to the Champion. He drags Exile into the corner, following up with several kicks to the midsection and then blatantly choking him with his boot. The ring official nears the fifth count before Scorpio removes his boot. The referee warns him but he seems undeterred, returning to the choke once more to repeat the process. This time, the referee literally pulls Scorpio away and the S-Factor tells him he'll let it go this time, but do it again and you're getting a slap. Scorpio lays one more kick into Exile's torso for good measure before backing up into the centre of the ring, setting himself. A dazed Light-Heavyweight Champion pulls himself to his feet with the help of the ropes, only to see his challenger coming at him like a raging bull. Scorpio looks for a Shining Wizard, but Exile grabs his knee in mid-air and then throws him over the top-rope and sends him plummeting onto the barricade! The crowd are on their feet after Scorpio's sick bump and now Exile ascends the turnbuckles. He waits for Scorpio to rise and then launches himself off with a Moonsault! The two athletes are in no mans land on the outside, both Champion and challenger pulling out all the stops. The referee begins the count and it's before the seventh that either men move. 7 – Exile's first to get up, with his opponent just after. 8 – Exile's about to get in the ring, when Scorpio grabs a hold of him and slams his head into the edge of the ring. 9 – Realising the title won't change hands this way, Scorpio quickly throws Exile into the ring and follows to break the count, a mere fraction before the tenth count. SC: Both men have really given it their all tonight. SJ: Are you stupid? Scorpio's just warming up. He's only allowed it to go on this long because he's too kind to the fans and wants to give them a show. Otherwise, this would've been like you in bed, over in two minutes! SC: (mumbling) Better than trying to get a hooker to use a strap-on... SJ: Hey, I told you that in confidence! Finish...Scorpio can almost taste victory, but he gets ahead of himself looking for the Paparazzi Flash only for Exile to counter with a Northern Lights Suplex. Back on top, Exile heaves the co-founder of Desert Sex to his feet and nails him with a stinging Knife Edge Chop. The crowd continue to 'woo' as Scorpio returns the favour! The exchange ends when Exile ducks under a chop and into a rear waist-lock. He attempts a German Suplex, but Scorpio lands on his feet. Scorpio then tries only for Exile to land on his feet too! Exile comes back, leap frogging over his opponent and running to the ropes. Scorpio eludes a clothesline - Matrix style - as Exile runs on, the pace picking up. This time Scorpio drops the canvas to avoid contact, but he didn't expect Exile to springboard off the ropes with an Enzuigiri! Hoping to soften his challenger up for the inevitable Outcast, Exile takes to the top-rope yet again. He eyes his opponent up with a Diving Spear, but out of nowhere, Scorpio hits a modified Paparazzi Flash! The crowd can't believe how the tables have turned as Scorpio makes the pin. One... Two... Thr-No! Exile gets the shoulder up just in time! Pissed, Scorpio doesn't waste any time and begins laying into the Champion with a barrage of fists. He looks to finish it, but Exile evades a clothesline and hits a last gasp Outcast! The crowd are going wild, urging Ex to make the cover. Still dazed, it takes the Champion a moment to figure out what's just happened as he begins to crawl towards Scorpio. He eventually makes it and throws an arm across Scorpio's chest. One... Two... Thre-NO! Scorpio's got his foot on the bottom rope. Exile rolls onto his back, blowing out air, absolutely exhausted just like Scorpio. SC: I thought Exile had it all wrapped up there but Scorpio just got his foot on the rope in time! SJ: He’s a rock God and he’s tough as hell, is there nothing this man can’t do? The finish of the match comes as both men slowly get back to their feet, Scorpio looks completely exhausted as Exile signals for the match ending Outcast! He hooks Exile but at that moment Milana hops onto the ring apron and distracts the referee!! This allows Scorpio to nail Exile with a low blow which brings big crowd heat!! Exile staggers back as Scorpio reaches into his boot and removes what looks like a pair of brass knucks!!! He places them on his fist and then cracks Exile square in the jaw knocking him out cold!! Milana hops down from the ring apron as Scorpio hides the knucks and makes the cover, 1……..2…….Exile rolls his shoulder up as the crowd pop massively!!! Scorpio can’t believe it and neither can Milana who stares open mouthed!! Scorpio quickly goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Exile is up and he staggers into the ropes and Scorpio is crotched on the top turnbuckle!! Exile climbs up in front of him and hooks Scorpio up for an Outcast from the top!! Scorpio though fights out of it and is able to flip over Exile with a sunset flip/powerbomb off the turnbuckles!!! He makes the cover, 1…….2….he puts both feet on the ropes……3!!!!! The crowd heat is intense as Scorpio scores the tainted victory!!! Exile looks in shock as Scorpio rolls out of the ring and is handed the LHW Title belt by Milana!! The two celebrate to a chorus of boos as Exile looks on dumbfounded from the ring! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Scorpio SJ: He did it!! He did it!! New Champion, new Champion!!! SC: Oh come on he used every damn cheating tactic in the book! SJ: Who cares, he’s got the songs, his got the girl and now he’s got the Title!! It’s Scorpio night baby!! SC: That’s shocking, just a disgraceful way to win a Title here in the TFWF. Folks, we’re going to cut back to Las Vegas in a moment but let’s go backstage for comments from the challengers to the TFWF Tag Team Titles here tonight, Ness and Seth Black, The Patriots of Wrestling! SJ: These guys rock but not as much as our new LHW Champion!! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE THE P.O.W, SETH BLACK AND NESS IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA WAITING TO BE INTERVIEWED BY OZZY FINCH; NESS LOOKS ON WITH A LOOK OF DETERMINATION IN HIS EYES WHILE BLACK LOOKS DOWN ON THE FLOOR, MUMBLING SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH.) F: Patriots of Wrestling, tonight you two have the oppertunity to take the TFWF tag team titles away from Project Nova. Do you think that you guys have a shot at taking them against arguably one of the best teams that the TFWF has to offer? (NESS TAKES ONE LOOK AT FINCH THEN SNATCHES THE MICROPHONE AWAY FROM HIM.) N: of course we do. If we didn't think that we could take the titles away from them, we wouldn't be here in New York. We came here tonight to etch our name in the record books and that's what we're going to be doing. Project Nova may have all the momentum in the world right now...but we have more. F: But...they've proven to be a dominant force in not only the tag team division, but also the TFWF as a whole...how do you intend on beating them? (NESS ROLLS HIS EYES AS IF FINCH HAD SAID ONE OF THE MOST OBVIOUS THINGS IN THE WHOLE WORLD.) N: We intend to beat them by doing what we have done since day one...dominate. But I will hand it to the Novas- they do what we do just as well as us...but there is a difference. You see, the Novas intend on dominating the TFWF by breaking the rules whenever they see fit and using that as their advantage...well the Patriots of Wrestling have never broken the rules. We have followed the path that we were given. We earned our opportunities. And with these opportunities come victories, accomplishments, and dominance...and we intend on teaching Project Nova tonight just how it's really done. F: Seth, you scored what some would call a huge win over Jayden Knight not too far back, how does that help going into this Tag Title matchup? (SETH LOOKS UP FROM THE FLOOR AND GLARES AT FINCH FOR A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE EVEN BEGINNING TO SPEAK.) SB: It means nothing, Finch. The fact of the matter remains that Project Nova are the Tag Team Champions of the TFWF. But, what I did was strike a huge blow, and prove without a doubt that the Novas are not unbeatable. I proved to the world that, love us or hate us, the Patriots of Wrestling are a force in this company. The fans can boo us, that don’t change the outcome. It WON’T change the outcome. At Night of Revolution, everyone will witness the dethroning of Project Nova. The world, Finch, will witness the crowning of the NEW TFWF Tag Team champions. And from that day forward, the POW will begin to write our own little section of history. F: But, you have to admit. It will be no easy task. The Novas have pretty much eaten up every team thrown at them, and spit them out. What is your plan? How do you not become another victim? SB: You know what, Finch? You’re right. It’s won’t be an easy task, but if anyone can do it, the Patriots of Wrestling can. The Novas are scared; they can feel those titles slipping away. We’re not every other team the TFWF has to offer, we’re the Patriots. We will get the job done, and in the end TCK and Project Nova will be the only victims. The Patriots of Wrestling will leave New York City as TFWF Tag Team Champions. F: Well, gentlemen, good luck in your match. We’ll see what the future holds for the Patriots of Wrestling. (SETH SLIDES HIS THUMB ACROSS HIS THROAT WHILE GLARING INTO THE CAMERA AS HE AND NESS WALK OUT OF THE SCENE, SENDING A MESSAGE TO PROJECT NOVA.) (RETURN TO LA) MM: Seth Black and Ness look really really geared up in New York. I mean you remember the ending to Mayhem as well Tremere. T: How can I be excited about that? WE GOT MOULD VS HELLCAT!!!! MM: Ever the KOTDM lover Trem... Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Fans Bring Your Weapons Match JC McDonald vs Kirsta Lewis [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF JC MCDONALD OVERCOMING RANDALL DYLAN TO GET HERE AND KIRSTA OUT SHINING APB TO BOOK HER PLACE IN THE FINALE 8.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Quarterfinal bout and is a Fans Bring Your Weapons Match... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD POP. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING SLAPPING HANDS WITH FANS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! MM: JC McDonald maybe not the handiest man with a weapon, so I guess his game plan is to plant Kirsta on them? T: Got it in one Mac P: And his opponent... *'ANIMALS' - NICKELBACK PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A PICTURE OF A CAT HEAD ENGULFED IN FLAMES IS SHOWN ALONG WITH A MONTAGE OF SEXY POSES OF LEWIS. KIRSTA WALKS OUT AND SIMULATES HER FINISHER BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING INTENSLEY.) P: Making her way towards the ring from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...weighing 130 pounds...Kirsta Lewis!!! MM: It’s a battle of the sort of understudies of aMc and TCK respectively Tremere... T: Well one of them is definitely going through tonight Mahoney. The match begins...Lewis doing some unique stretches as McDonald rolls his shoulders and jogs on the spot. Lewis strikes first, speeding across the ring and hitting a spinning heel kick which sends McDonald back into the corner, she nails a series of karate kicks to the mush as McDonald seems to have bitten off more than he can chew, he pushes her back as she stumbles into the middle of the ring, JC charges, but the quick moving Lewis, ducks the charge, hits a drop toe hold and then synches one of McDonald's legs behind him into a half legged Boston crab, maybe sensing victory can come by disabling the larger wrestler. Lewis eventually lets go of McDonald, she slides out of the ring and looks for a weapon. She meets some fat yokel in the front row who seems reluctant to give her the frying pan she wants. Kirsta spits in his face, slams his wife's face onto the guard rail and takes what she wants flicking him the bird as she backs away. Security restrain the man as he tends to his wife with a broken nose and his attempt to jump the barricade. Kirsta enters the ring as JC struggles to his feet, she throws the frying pan into the air and then karate kicks it in the mush of McDonald as the crowd 'ohhh' in anticipation. Lewis slides to the outside and searches under the ring to reveal a chair. She walks past a fan and sees them holding a stop sign. She then hits the fan with the chair! Grabs the stop sign and throws it into the ring! Lewis is hearing it from the crowd who would have been very reluctant to aid her cause anyways. She mounts the top rope and holds the chair near her leg she flies off and hits a top rope leg drop with the chair connecting onto the face of the downed McDonald who shudders under the impact. MM: What a move there by Lewis who has come out of the gates firing off here Tremere and the more powerful McDonald has been left flustered to say the least. T: Kirsta is trying to put this match away quickly Mac and the best way to do that is take advantage of the quickness she has over JC. MM: McDonald has been in dream street for the opening of this match Tremere... T: Yep and he needs to step it up now! The middle of the match sees...Lewis continues her dominance as McDonald seems to be still stuck in 1st gear. She flies in with an attempted spash, where JC turns the momentum with a spinebuster after catching her. The crowd get behind McDonald as he scoop slams Lewis to the mat and follows up with a series of diving headbutts from stading position. He then sends her in for the ride and nails a tilt a whirl backbreaker on Lewis. McDonald goes to the outside and grabs a flourescent tube froma fan, he slides back into the ring and swings it at Lewis, she ducks the move and nails the 'Johnny Cage ball punch'. McDonald drops the tube, she picks it up and cracks him in the side of the skull with it. Blood pours out as Kirsta walks over to the corner and readies herself to complete the 'HBE', but McDonald catches her foot and turns it into a throw slam, JC walks around the ring a bit as Lewis gets to her feet he spears her to the ground as the crowd revel in the impact The Mould has caused. McDonald throws Kirsta with no effort over the top rope. She goes crashing to the mat as the crowd get into it. McDonald not in his nature goes to the top rope. MM: MCDONALD IS ON THE TOP ROPE, WHAT THE HELL!!! T: This is NOT his comfort zone Mac, not at all... MM: HERE HE GOES!!!! Finish...McDonald compeletly misses the move as Lewis side steps him and helps him crash into the announce table with some force. Lewis grabs a steel chair and cracks the otherside of McDonald's head open with it. She looks to pick McDonald up, but he is a little too heavy and she is forced to put him down and nail him with a kick to the jaw. McDonald falls on his ass and into the steel steps. Kirsta places a chair over his face and once more goes to set up the 'HBE' her running start fails as McDonald throws the chair into the air and it catches her in the jaw. McDonald then picks her up and slams her on the steel steps. Reaching from the crowd he grabs an iron and hits Kirsta around the head with it. She spins in a circle, blood spurting from her mouth as she collapses on the floor. JC rolls her into the ring, Kirsta lays motionless as he picks her up and nails a 'Perfecto' onto a steel chair. Hooking the leg...he advances to the next round. Winner, and Advancing: JC McDonald McDonald's music plays out as he holds his hands in victory in the air. Covered in his own blood he knows he has won this match on a knife edge and scraped through to the next round. MM: So we now know there will be a member of the aMc in the final. Tiger Young and JC McDonald will meet in the semi finals as two friends vie for the chance to make history once more. T: Unbelivable finish there Mac, I thought the early dominance of Lewis might see her through, but she let her guard down and JC McDonald took advantage. (RETURN TO NY) SC: So far a very good night for the aMc Snoop, both Young and McDonald through to the semi finals of the King of the Deathmatches tournament. SJ: That match was bullshit, I am going to wash my eyes out with cold soapy water. SC: Well for the Crew members out there the third person in that aMc trifector is up next defending...the European Championship. T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Jonnah Street (c) vs Randall Dylan JH: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF European Title!! Introducing first… *’I DON’T BELIEVE A WORD’ – MOTORHEAD PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE WORDS ‘BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER’ FLY ACROSS THE T.A.T. AS RANDALL DYLAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE WALKS TO THE RING REMOVING HIS LEATHER JACKET IN THE PROCESS. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS INTO THE AIR AS HE READIES HIMSELF IN THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing 297 pounds…Randall Dylan!!! SC: This man has got to be one of the most disgusting individuals in TFWF history, how could anyone like this guy? SJ: I think he’s a stand up gentlemen to be honest. In fact he’s the cover star of this months edition of Stalker News Magazine! SC: Which you buy because? SJ: The pictures obviously! Duh! JH: And his opponent… *'SUNSHINE OF YOUR LOVE' - CREAM PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A CAR SPEEDING DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP IS SHOWN BEFORE COMING TO A HAULT OUTSIDE A CASINO HOTEL WHERE A LOAD OF GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE STOOD OUTSIDE. THE IMAGES FLICK TO ONES OF STREET WITH WOMEN, KICKING ASS AND PARTYING HARD AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 298 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! SC: One of the most popular young stars in wrestling today and the man many feel is the future of this company! SJ: Those people are morons, after Dylan is finished with him tonight, Street doesn’t have a future. The match begins… before the bell even rings as Jonnah enters the ring with murderous intent in his eyes, and despite his height and weight advantage, when Jonnah steps into the ring and eyes him out Randall Dylan grabs the referee and uses him as a shield to hold off Jonnah as he stalks Dylan, garnering ENORMOUS heat from the crowd as they circle the ring. Finally, Dylan pushes the referee into Jonnah and the ref tries to reason with him and back him up, so Jonnah slugs him out to a MASSIVE ovation. Ever the opportunist, Dylan uses the momentary distraction to pounce on Jonnah and starts laying in with forearm clubs to the back of the neck. He backs Jonnah into a corner and continues to pound on him with forearm shots before he whips him post to post and charges in for an avalanche, but Jonnah backdrops him over the top and to the floor to a HUGE ovation. Out on the floor, Dylan is dazed and staggering to his feet, complaining that he wants no part of Jonnah, but as he stumbles groggily around the ringside area, Jonnah is fed up with Dylan’s cowardly mind games and begins to help the official back to his feet, or so it seems. Dylan stumbles around to the rampway and is about to leave when Jonnah heaves the referee up onto his shoulder and shouts to Dylan, and as Dylan turns around he LAUNCHES the referee straight at him like a lawn dart, taking the big man down again to a HUGE ovation! SC: OH!!! Oh my GOD! Jonnah Street using the referee as a projectile! SJ: He can’t do that! He can’t! Disqualify him! SC: He can’t disqualify him, Snoop! For one thing, the match hasn’t even officially started yet, and for another thing he’s out cold! SJ: Well then get a ref out here who knows how to do his goddamn job! Oh no, now that son of a bitch if after Randall again! Jonnah goes out onto the floor and as Dylan gets back up, he walks right into a right hand that sends him reeling and eventually collapsing backwards onto the ramp. Dylan starts to crawl slowly up the ramp, begging off as Jonnah shortens the distance between the two very in short order. Finally, Jonnah grabs a hold of Dylan’s leg at the top of the ramp and starts to reel him in as Dylan begs off some more while Jonnah grabs a handful of hair and lines him up. Dylan pleads for mercy and Jonnah hesitates for a second as he pulls back for the punch and that’s all Dylan needs for his ploy to work as he jams a thumb in the House’s eye to HUGE heel heat. Pleased with his handiwork, Dylan pulls himself back up and wastes no time in waylaying his temporarily blinded foe with a hard right to the head. He follows with another, then another and gets in Jonnah’s face to admonish him before he winds up for a haymaker only to get caught with a HUGE overhead belly to belly that sends him flying onto the ramp and rolling to the foot of the ring in agony to a MASSIVE ovation. Dylan is flailing woozily at the bottom of the ring as he scrambles at the apron to try to pull himself up as Jonnah makes his way down the apron, shaking off the effects of the belly to belly and trying to get focused back on Dylan. Dylan is back up and staggering around ringside with Jonnah in hot pursuit and soon enough Jonnah catches up and sends Dylan face first into the steel steps. Jonnah picks Dylan up again and tries to whip him into the barricade and Dylan reverses the whip to try to send Jonnah in, but Jonnah ducks under the arm and short-arms Dylan into a BIG lariat. Again Jonnah picks up Dylan and slams his face into the announce table, but Dylan then elbows Jonnah in the midsection and crawls over the table to try and get away, but Jonnah goes after him and quickly catches him, stepping up onto the table and hoisting Dylan up with him. The crowd rises to their feet as Jonnah looks ready to deliver a brutal maneuver, but Dylan cuts him off with a low blow and sets up for a powerbomb to MASSIVE heel heat. Dylan tries to lift but Jonnah blocks it and tries to come back with a back body drop but Dylan is able to block that as well and the two teeter back and forth between going through the tables before finally Dylan pulls Jonnah up for a punch and Jonnah blocks and fires his own. Another right by Dylan is blocked and countered with one from Jonnah, then another, and another until Jonnah grabs the groggy Dylan and tosses him off the table in a somersault to the floor! Dylan writhes on the floor as Jonnah steps off the table and throws Dylan back into the ring where Dylan begs off once more, but Jonnah has had enough of it and goes to work with stomps. Dylan crawls around trying to stand and stumbles towards the corner, but Jonnah grabs him by the head and slams him into the buckle, then takes him down with a running lariat as Dylan stumbles back. Jonnah hits back into the ropes and delivers a BIG running frog splash to Dylan and decides to try to end the match with a cover, but there’s still no referee to count it. Jonnah picks up Dylan and backs him to the ropes for a whip, reversed by Dylan, reversed by Jonnah again, Dylan ducks a clothesline coming back and hits the ropes, only to rebound right into a HUGE big boot from Jonnah that staggers his back through the ropes and out to the floor again! The crowd is cheering wildly as finally a new referee is ordered out to the ring and makes his way down the ramp and Dylan grabs him by the shirt and starts begging for him to call the match off, but the referee orders Dylan to get back in the ring! The referee is in the ring first and argues with Jonnah as he tries to go after Dylan again, but Jonnah gets pissed and frightens the referee off, but Dylan uses the distraction again to hit the ring and chop blocks the leg of Jonnah Street as the referee calls for the opening bell! SC: OH! Dylan saw an opening and has gone right to that knee of Jonnah Street! Street has been incapacitated, and look at Dylan now! Going right to the head with those punishing punches! SJ: It serves the little bastard right, Scoop! Jonnah has been cheating his way through this match from the get-go and now Dylan’s paying him back for it! SC: Will you stop! Jonnah’s emotions were obviously running high when he took out the official and the match hadn’t even started yet! SJ: Well it’s started now, Scoop, and it’s started the way it should: with Randall Dylan kicking that sorry son of a whore Jonnah’s ass! The middle of the match sees... Dylan continue to get the heat on Jonnah with a successful Irish whip to the ropes and catches him coming back with a sidewalk slam and covers for a 1-count only, more out of arrogance than any real attempt to win. He picks up Jonnah and backs him into the corner with stiff forearms to the face and mounts him for the 10-punches but Jonnah pushes him off. Dylan runs into a back elbow from Jonnah that staggers him back and Jonnah tries to charge, but gets caught with a two-hand choke lift and hurled back into the corner by Dylan before he mounts Jonnah again. Dylan fires off with punches to the head that wear The House down, but Jonnah fires up and grabs Dylan in a powerbomb attempt but Dylan wisely holds onto the ropes to block, only for Jonnah to step out and drop to him back, sending Dylan face-first into the buckle and knocking him to the mat to a HUGE pop. Both men are down and slow to their feet but Jonnah is up first and targets Dylan, he shoots off the ropes and comes back with a flying shoulder block aimed for Dylan, but Dylan drops down and Jonnah crashes and burns on the canvas to a HUGE ‘OOOOOHHHHHH’. Dylan goes to work again on Jonnah, staking out the leg that he chop blocked earlier on the ropes and springs off with a series of hip drops to the knee. Dylan goes out of the ring and grabs the leg and slams it over the apron and then drags Jonnah to the corner and wraps his knee repeatedly around the post as Jonnah wails in pain. Dylan heads back into the ring and goes to work on the leg some more with elbows to the knee and follows up by turning it into a half Boston crab, simultaneously working the leg and the back. The crowd starts to rally behind Jonnah and he starts to fire up, crawling towards the ropes and coming within arms reach only for Dylan to pull him back, but Jonnah digs deep again and crawls for the ropes and Dylan pulls him back again. With the crowd REALLY rallying behind Jonnah now, he makes one last valiant effort and finally manages to make the ropes to a MASSIVE ovation. Dylan is pissed as the ref counts him out and he breaks at 4 and stares down at Jonnah in frustration. Dylan drops a series of elbows into the small of the back before he picks up Jonnah again in position for a rib breaker and drops Jonnah across his knee, then hoists him back up again for another rib breaker, and hen hoists him up one more time and drops him in the rib breaker to set him up for a dive. Dylan goads the fans as he steps out onto the apron and slowly ascends to the top rope and postures just before he comes off with the diving body press, but Jonnah just manages to roll out of the way to a MASSIVE ovation. Jonnah pulls himself back up in the corner as Dylan is getting himself together and gets a boot up as Dylan charges him to another MASSIVE pop, then manages to haul himself up to 2nd rope and comes off with a flying European uppercut to yet ANOTHER MASSIVE ovation. Dylan is rocked and rolled and Jonnah tries to fire himself up as both men rise to their feet with Dylan using the ropes for support. Jonnah hits the ropes again and tries for the flying shoulder block again, but Dylan pulls down the ropes and Jonnah goes flying over to crash and burn on the floor as the crowd lets out a MASSIVE ‘OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’ SC: OOHH!!! HOLY GOD, JONNAH STREET HAS TAKEN A DEVASTATING PLUNGE TO THE FLOOR!!! SJ: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BRILLIANT!!! Once again we see Randall Dylan’s mastery of the psychological game! SC: OH, GIVE ME A DAMN BREAK!!! Dylan goes outside to continue the attack and kicks Jonnah in the back as he is down on the floor, then picks him and barrels Jonnah into the steel steps like a battering ram to another HUGE ‘OOOHHHHH!!!’ Dylan now picks up Jonnah again and slams him head-first into the steps and walks up them, standing over Jonnah and pandering to the crowd to MASSIVE heel heat before he leaps off the steps and drops an elbow into Jonnah’s back to another HUGE ‘OOOHHH!!!’ Jonnah rolls around the floor in agony as Dylan rolls back in and out of the ring quickly to break the count as Jonnah is getting to his feet using the barricade. Dylan goes straight on the attack as he double legs Jonnah and rams him back against the curve of the barricade and throws shoulders to the midsection before he hoists him up onto his shoulder and rams him back-first into the steel ringpost. The crowd is all over Dylan with MASSIVE heel heat as he goads them on while Jonnah is writhing in pain until finally Dylan calls for the end and drags Jonnah over to the announce table. He clubs Jonnah with forearms to the back and sets him up for a powerbomb, pointing to the announce table to indicate his intentions to a MASSIVE chorus of boos, but Jonnah blocks a couple of times by dropping down to a knee and when Dylan finally does get Jonnah up for the powerbomb, Jonnah slips out and hooks Dylan for a belly to belly to a MASSIVE pop. Dylan blocks, hooking his leg around Jonnah’s so that Jonnah can’t lift him and is able to fight his way out with a headbutt to HUGE heel heat, reeling Jonnah back against the table. Dylan charges, but Jonnah finds the reserves to hit a front slam spinebuster, slamming Dylan into the floor to a MASSIVE ovation, but the move has done the damage to Jonnah as well. Jonnah rolls Dylan into the ring and tries to get back in, but as he steps up onto the apron his leg gives out on him and he has to take a moment to recover, but in that moment as Jonnah gets to his feet, Dylan is up and charges with a shoulder block that sends Jonnah off the apron and backwards through the Spanish announce table!! SC: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! SJ: What the hell?! That dumbass just went straight through our Spanish announce table!! SC: Are you serious?!! Randall Dylan just sent him flying off the apron through that table!!! SJ: I don’t care about semantics Scoop, these tables cost money! You don’t think they’re just slapped together out of plywood do you?! Dylan goes back outside as Jonnah lies crumpled in a heap on the floor and immediately goes to pick him up and roll him into the ring and covers him. 1… 2… 3! It’s over!!! Randall Dylan is the new European Champion!! The crowd is LIVID as Randall Dylan parades around the ring thinking he’s won and calls for the belt as the crowd rains down heat on him, but finally the referee catches up to him and directs his attention back to the prostrate Jonnah, who has his hand on the ropes!!! We go to a double feature replay and we see from a different angle that just before the 3-count Jonnah somehow – possibly out of instinct – lifted his arm and draped it over the ropes to break the count! The crowd let’s out a triumphant ROAR as Dylan is PISSED and argues the decision with the referee before finally deciding to finish the job. He picks up Jonnah again and NAILS him with a snap powerbomb and holds on for the pin cradle. 1… 2… 3! NO! Jonnah JUST kicks out again! Dylan is FURIOUS as he picks up Jonnah again and SPIKES him with a DVD and hooks both legs for the cover. 1… 2… 3! NO!!! Somehow Jonnah manages to kick out AGAIN! The crowd is BOOMING as they start to echo a MASSIVE chant of ‘Jonnah, Jonnah’ as Dylan is rampaging around the ring in furious disbelief. Dylan calls for the coup de grace as he picks up Jonnah one more time and shoots him off the ropes, ducking down for a spinebuster, but Jonnah is somehow able to roll through and slip behind Dylan, catching him with a HUGE half nelson suplex to a MASSIVE ovation, but he is unable to capitalize as the ‘Jonnah’ chants ring out. Both men are down and the ref begins the count. By 5 they both start moving, by 7 Jonnah I on his knee and Dylan has the ropes, and by 9 Jonnah is back on his feet and lands a lands a swift boot to the midsection of Dylan and hooks him up for a suplex. He tries to lift but his back but can’t take the strain, and a second attempt proves even more detrimental to his condition, but Jonnah digs deep and fires up one more time and manages to get Dylan up in an impressive display of strength that brings the crowd to their feet, but as Dylan flails in midair it proves too much for Jonnah’s legs and back to keep up as he sets Dylan back down and his knee buckles. Dylan instantly capitalizes with a tiger driver for the pin. 1… 2… 3! NO!!! Jonnah JUST manages to kick out again and Dylan has had it. He goes to the outside and over to the timekeeper’s table, pushes him out of the way and grabs the chair to a MASSIVE chorus of boos. Dylan picks up the chair and the ref tries to intervene as Jonnah is getting back on his feet but Dylan charges with the chair held high and runs right into a WICKED spear from Jonnah to an ENORMOUS ovation! Jonnah fails to capitalize however as he rolls off Dylan and pulls himself to his feet. He stands over Dylan and stares at him, then the steel chair catches his eye! Jonnah looks back and forth at Dylan and the chair until finally, his face contorts in a furious scowl and he goes for the chair to yet another MASSIVE ovation! With chair in hand and the crowd going nuts, Jonnah stalks Dylan and as Dylan realizes what’s in store for him he begs off in the corner to the roar of the crowd! Dylan begs for mercy but Jonnah knows he deserves none as he raises the chair high overhead to strike but the referee intervenes and grabs the chair! The referee and Jonnah have a tug of war over the chair when Dylan suddenly blindsides Jonnah with a bicycle kick to the back and sends him and the chair into the referee, knocking him out cold! Jonnah is dazed and stumbles back, looking down at the KO’d ref and turns right into a ‘Dylan Driver’ to an ENORMOUS chorus of boos! SC: NO!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!!! SJ: DYLAN DRIVER! YES!!! IT’S OVER!!! SC: There’s no referee to make the count, Snoop! Dylan just saw to that! SJ: NO!! DAMN IT!! DAMN IT!!! Dylan makes the cover off the ‘Dylan Driver’ and counts the 3 himself, but with the ref knocked out it’s in vain, which frustrates Dylan severely. Realising the referee is out cold, Dylan makes a beeline for the steel chair to a MASSIVE chorus of boos. He bangs the chair on the canvas and waits for Jonnah to get back to his feet, and as Jonnah turns around Dylan just PASTES him across the face with a VICIOUS chairshot to a MASSIVE ‘OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!’. Dylan goads the audience once more as it seems that Jonnah is out cold now, but Dylan isn’t finished yet. He walks over to Jonnah and rolls him over onto his stomach, then raises the chair high over his head, bringing it down repeatedly across the back of Jonnah Street, bringing him out of unconsciousness with bellows of agony. Finally, with Jonnah still writhing in pain on the canvas, Dylan sets up the chair in the middle of the ring and then picks up Jonnah to set him down in it. Dylan gets right in Jonnah’s face and starts talking trash, calling him pathetic and his mother a whore and slapping him across the face repeatedly as he does so, garnering ENORMOUS heel heat before finally he scoops Jonnah up and PLANTS HIM THROUGH THE CHAIR WITH THE ‘DYLAN DRIVER’!!! The crowd lets out a MASSIVE ‘OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!’ and an ENORMOUS chorus of boos as Dylan rolls Jonnah off the now obliterated chair before kicking it out of the ring. With the ref recovering Dylan drops down and makes a lazy lateral press cover on Jonnah, his victory assured. The ref crawls over slowly and feebly makes the count. 1… 2… 3! NO!!! JONNAH KICKS OUT! The crowd ERUPTS and Dylan is PISSED! Another lateral press by Dylan, serious this time. 1… 2… 3! NO! Jonnah kicks out! A hook of the leg now! 1… 2… 3! NO!! Jonnah kicks out!! Both legs hooked!! 1… 2… 3! NO!!! JONNAH PRESSES DYLAN OFF HIM AND STARTS TO FIRE UP TO AN ENORMOUS OVATION!!! Jonnah’s eyes go wide and his body begins to shake as the adrenaline starts pumping and Dylan is in shock! Dylan throws a hard right into Jonnah’s face as he’s still on a knee but that just fires him up even more! A second punch and Jonnah is on his feet walking around the ring shaking his fists with adrenaline surging through him! Another punch and Jonnah turns his attention right to Dylan to an ENORMOUS ovation! Dylan punches Jonnah, but he just asks for more. He punches Jonnah and AGAIN Jonnah asks for more. Dylan throws another shot and this time Jonnah WASTES HIM with a right hand that drops him to the mat, then another as he staggers back up, and then ANOTHER! Dylan is on spaghetti legs as Jonnah calls for the lariat and hits the ropes running and comes back with a lariat, but Dylan ducks and looks to catch Jonnah with his own on the rebound, but Jonnah ducks that and comes back off the ropes again with a THUNDEROUS spear to an ENORMOUS ovation! Hooks the leg for 1… 2… 3! NO! Dylan kicks out! Jonnah, the adrenaline rush starting to ease off, stalks Dylan and pats his shoulder to signal the flying shoulder block again, but as Dylan is back on his feet and turns to see a charging Jonnah he drops down like before once again, but this time Jonnah’s ready for it a drops a HUGE leg across the throat instead! The crowd is going NUTS as Jonnah hauls Dylan back up and hooks him up, gathering up his remaining strength to hit a Jackhammer!!! The crowd counts along for 1! 2!! 3!!! NO!!! Dylan kicks out!!! SC: Oh my GOD! This is absolutely unbelievable! Jonnah Street has somehow managed to make an incredible comeback after all the punishment that has been inflicted upon him, but he just can’t manage to put Randall Dylan away! SJ: This is it Scoop, mark my words we will see a new European Champion here tonight, Dylan is too big, too strong and too tough for Jonnah to beat, and in just a few minutes time, he’ll put that Vegas street punk away for good! SC: No, I can’t believe that just yet, this young kid Jonnah Street has got even more heart than he does muscle, and after everything Dylan has put him through, I can’t imagine he’s gonna go down without a hell of a fight! Come on kid, you can do it! Finish… The adrenaline rush almost completely gone now and Jonnah starting to feel the damage done to him again, he knows that this last effort is going to be do or die. Jonnah calls for the finish and uses his last ounces of strength to haul Dylan up onto his shoulder and deliver ‘Streets Apart’! The crowd is going BALLISTIC as they count along for 1! 2!! 3!!! NO!!! Dylan somehow kicks out!!! The crowd, along with Jonnah Street are completely shocked by the endurance of Randall Dylan as Jonnah starts to wonder what it’s gonna take to beat the big man. Weakened, Jonnah digs deep to pull himself back onto his feet and goes to pick up Dylan once more, but behind out of sight of the referee Dylan delivers a low blow to MASSIVE heel heat, and cranks that up a few notches more when he hooks up Jonnah on his shoulder and delivers a ‘Streets Apart’ of his own!!! Hooks the leg for 1…! 2…!! 3!!! NO!!!! Jonnah kicks out to an ENORMOUS ovation!!! Dylan calls for the end and sets up Jonnah for yet another ‘Streets Apart’, but Jonnah kicks and flails and drops back his weight to fall back behind Dylan, holding on to hook him up and connect with a ‘Dylan Driver’ to an UNGODLY ovation!!! Jonnah weakly drapes an arm over Dylan for 1…! 2…!! 3!!!! NO!!!! DYLAN KICKS OUT!!!! The crowd ERUPTS with a THUNDEROUS chant of ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ as both men crawl to the ropes and the referee starts to count them out. With both men back up before 9, Dylan charges at Jonnah who tilt-a-whirls him into position for another ‘Streets Apart’ to a THUNDEROUS ovation, but as he runs Dylan slides down the back and hooks in the full nelson to set up for the ‘Boston Strangler’ to WICKED heel heat. Jonnah struggles against it, trying to get to the ropes to avoid being taken down but Dylan won’t let him get there. Finally, in a last act of desperation, Jonnah puts his foot up against the buckle and pushes off ala Bret Hart, forcing himself and Dylan backwards into the canvas and flipping over into a cover!! 1!!! 2!!! NO!!!! JONNAH BREAKS THE COUNT, DEADLIFTING DYLAN UP FROM THE MAT INTO ANOTHER ‘STREETS APART’!!!! 1!!! 2!!! 3!!!!! Winner, and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jonnah Street SC: The kid from Vegas has done it Snoop and retained the European title, but I don't think this one is over yet. SJ: NO! Because Randall was robbed! (BACKSTAGE IZIAH HUNTER IS REMOVING SOMETHING FROM HIS BAG BEFORE TAKING HIS PISS TESTING POT. WHEN HE SEES THE CAMERA MAN HE PUSHES HIM DOWN AND WALKS OFF WITH A BOTTLE OF YELLOW LIQUID SEEN VISIBLE.) (RETURN TO LA) MM: Iziah Hunter and Mike Mitchell...you can just see an intense Intercontinental Champion Trem. T: Well Hunter is a dangerous man, but I got to say he might have bitten off more than he can chew when it comes to Mike Mitchell. Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Ten Thousand Thumb Tacks Match Sandy Makel vs Brandon Watkins [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF SANDY’S COMFORTABLE QUALIFIER OVER JAMES MATTHEWS AND BRANDON CAUSING THE UPSETS OF THE MAYHEM QUALIFIERS OVER PHENOM.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Quarterfinal bout and is a Ten Thousand Thumbtacks Match... *’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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! MM: The dirt sheets continue to speculate whether Makel should be in New York defending that title instead of here tonight looking to push himself back to the top again. T: If he wins this tournament he can write his own ticket and I don’t mean a golden one. P: And his opponent... *'WELCOME HOME ' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD REACTION. WATKINS WALKS OUT FROM THE BACK THROUGH A SHOWER OF SILVER SPARKS FALLING DOWN FROM THE TA-TRON. HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HOLDING HIS FIST IN THE AIR AND NODDING HIS HEAD AT THE FANS NEARBY. HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND CLIMBS TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE, HE RAISES HIS FIST HIGH IN THE AIR AGAIN FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Phoenix, Arizona...weighing 235 pounds...Brandon Watkins!!! MM: Every story has an underdog and this one is Brandon Watkins. Former holder of the Tag Team Championships Tremere. T: Yeah but he aint got nobody holding his hand tonight Mac! The match begins...Brandon and Sandy pace around the ring and begin with a collar and elbow tie up. Sandy takes control with a sideheadlock as Brandon sends him into the ropes to break the hold. On the rebound, Makel leap frogs Watkins who puts his head down and bounds back off the other ropes trying to hit Watkins with a bulldog, Watkins blocks the move, by turning his leg inside Makel and trying for a 'Spotlight', Makel then counters this move with an elbow to the jaw and variation of Aaron Roberts' 'AGR' sending Watkins to the canvass. Makel looks over to Selina in the corner and she begins to untie some of the thumbtacks. Makel nods in agreement as he sends a couple of stamps into the head of Watkins, he picks him up and delivers a sideways slam and goes for a cover which isnt successful. Makel sends Watkins hard into the corner and looks to follow up with a knee to the midsection, but Watkins moves out of the way and counters with a strike to the back of the head, Watkins leaps with his legs onto the top rope and flips over taking Makel down with an armbar showing off the highflying versatility of Watkins. Watkins leaps onto the top rope and goes to execute a flying elbow drop, but Selina shakes the ropes and Watkins does well just to keep his balance, the moment allows Makel to stir and is up on his feet he leaps onto the second rope and throws Watkins from the top rope to the mat below. Sandy instructs Selina to throw down the tacks which she does, he then delivers a splash from the top rope and gets a near fall. Picking Watkins to his feet, he slams him onto the tacks as Watkins screams in agony. MM: This is typical Makel here ever the opportunist Tremere and looking to make the wild card Brandon Watkins pay for even being in the ring with him! T: Watkins is no slouch Mac, he has been around a while and when you beat someone like Nom to get this far...well it seems to me Watkins knows how to handle himself in this type of match. The middle of the match sees...Makel almost toying with Watkins as he kicks him around the ring, he brings him to his feet and delivers two quick punches to the face of Watkins who teeters back. Makel grabs him in a belly to belly suplex and sends him halfway across the ring. Makel walks over in cocky fashion and he sweeps the leg out from under him! Makel lands on his back as Watkins leaps onto him with lefts and rights, he snatches the bag and rains down a shit load of thumbtacks onto the head of Makel who screams in agony. Watkins boots him in the face and then drags Makel to his feet where he nails a flowing snap suplex onto some more damn tacks. Watkins bounds off the ropes with a leg drop he goes for a cover, but Makel shoots a shoulder up in anticipation. Watkins dips his hand into the thumbtacks and throws them in the face of Sandy Makel who is clawing at his eyes. Watkins then nails a low front drop kick as Sandy is rocked back. Brandon scoop slams Makel onto some more tacks in the middle of the ring and mounts the top rope and connects with a frog splash as the crowd are living on a prayer with him. Another close count as the Makel shoulder fires up off the mat. MM: Watkins is not lying down for Makel here Tremere, he is taking it to the former Golden Ticket Winner. T: Its been all Brandon for sometime now, what a showing from the rookie Civil Unrest member. Finish...Watkins picks Makel to his feet and sends him into the ride hitting a hurricanrana and goes for a pin which gains another two count. Watkins slams his hands into the mat with annoyance and a tad of frustration. He mounts the top rope and signals to the fans, but the delibiration costs him as Makel's siren of evil Selina grabs a chair and slams it into his back, he begins to fall into the ring before landing on a huge amount of tacks. Both men are out and the count is being looked at by a damn confused referee. Makel begins to stir and flops onto Watkins, but Brandon somehow gets a shoulder up again! Makel now beats the mat in frustration as he picks Watkins to his feet, Watkins goes for a small package, but Makel kicks out and Watkins slips right into a 'Seven Out' from nowhere onto the tacks!!! The referee makes the cover and gives it a one, two...WATKINS KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!! The crowd believe its Brandon's moment in the sun, he grabs Makel and goes for the 'Spotlight', but Makel blocks it and nails the 'Seven Out' once more for the win advancing to the next round. Winner, and Advancing: Sandy Makel Makel's music begins to play out as Selina slides into the ring and hugs her man. He raises a blood covered arm of victory finally hobbling to his feet. He looks down at Watkins and smiles before kicking some tacks into Watkin's face. MM: What a win for Makel, but Watkins showed him something here Tremere. Much like Ramon, Lewis and Gore before him, he might have lost, but the message has been received. T: Brandon Watkins can be proud...when he wakes up...but its The Dice who has said CROWN ME TONIGHT T.F.W.F.!!! (RETURN TO NY) SC: So LA has decided its four semi finalists Snoop...JC McDonald, Tiger Young, Sandy Makel and... SJ: FALLEN ANGEL BABY! WOOP! WOOP!!! SC: Two men like Snoop who will be cheering on Angel are up next, but first they must topple the P.O.W.. Project Nova defend their Tag Team Championships... T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match Project Nova (c) vs P.O.W. [FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS FROM ALL OF PROJECT NOVAS TAG TEAM TITLE WINS. THE FOOTAGE IS MIXED IN WITH IMAGES OF BOTH NESS AND SETH BLACK IN ACTION, BOTH IN BACKSTAGE ATTACKS ON VARIOUS PEOPLE, TO THEM PERFORMING THEIR TRADEMARK MOVES IN THE RING. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO SHOW CONFRONTATIONS BETWEEN THE TWO TEAMS BEFORE COMING TO AN END.] JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF Tag Team Titles!! Introducing first… *'MY OWN SUMMER' - DEFTONES PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE CARNAGE AND DESTRUCTION BLACK HAS CAUSED IS HIGHLIGHTED ON THE T.A.T. WITH THE WORDS 'SETH BLACK' FLY ACROSS THE SCREEN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Newark, New Jersey...weighing 225 pounds...Seth Black!!! SC: A guy from Jersey was never going to be popular here in NYC and these fans are really letting Seth Black have it! SJ: They just don’t know true class when they see it! JH: And his partner… *'TERRA IN BLACK' - ALISEAN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF NESS DESTROYING HIS OPPONENTS WITH WRECKLESS INTENT IS SHOWN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing 240 pounds...Ness!!! SC: He’s a true in ring general and tonight he looks to gain TFWF gold for the first time. SJ: This guy just oozes style and class, unlike you who just oozes! JH: And their opponents… *‘SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST’ – SALIVA PLAYS* (SUPER MEGA HEEL HEAT. A STROBE LIGHT HITS THE DARKENED ARENA AS TWO PILLARS OF LIGHT SHOOT UP FROM OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE STAGE. RISING UP FROM THE FLOOR WE SEE THE SILHOUETTES OF KNIGHT AND RODRIGUEZ, PLAYING UP TO THE FANS AND SHADOW BOXING RESPECTIVELY.) JH: Making their way towards the ring...at a total combined weight of 455 pounds...Jayden Knight...Manny Rodriguez…they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Project Nova!!! SC: The greatest Tag Team Champions in TFWF history? SJ: Without a doubt, Project Nova are on a different planet when it comes to their talent and intensity inside the ring! The match begins with...both teams staring each other down as the referee makes his final checks and holds the Tag Title belts up for the crowd. All four men walk towards each other as the referee tries to separate them, but that isn’t going to happen! Ness and Knight square up and trade some trash talk as Black and Manny do the same. Eventually Knight slaps Ness hard across the face as Black kicks Manny in the mid section!! The referee calls for the bell to start the match as Ness spears Knight to the mat and the two men roll out the ring trading punches as they go. Black lands some right hands to Manny and whips him off the ropes, but Manny ducks the clothesline attempt and hits the opposite ropes, he leaps and lands a flying shoulder tackle on Black and then drops an elbow on him before going for the cover, 1…2…Black kicks out. On the outside Ness whips Knight into the barricade and then slides back into the ring. He charges at Manny who catches him with a belly to belly suplex! Ness rolls to his corner as Black is on his feet and he smashes Manny in the back with a forearm shot and then hits a belly to back suplex and makes the cover, 1…..2….Manny kicks out in time!! Black is up and he brings Manny to his feet, he nails some European uppercuts and then brings him to the POW corner before tagging in Ness. Ness goes to the top rope as Black holds Manny in place and lands a double axe handle to the head which drops Manny to the mat. Knight is now up and in his corner as Ness stomps down on Manny before hitting a leg drop and making the cover, 1…..2…Manny kicks out again! He rolls away from Ness and back to his feet near the corner, Ness charges but Manny kicks him in the chest and then hooks him around the head and neck before dropping down and Ness slams his face off the middle turnbuckle!! Manny stumbles to his corner and tag in Knight who charges and slams a big running knee into the face of the seated Ness!! He drags him out the corner and makes the cover, 1…..2…Ness kicks out!! SC: A frantic start from both team here tonight with a couple of early pin fall attempts! SJ: It’s all about who has the better team work in this one and I’ve got to give that edge to The Novas right now! The middle of the match sees... Ness is able to block a suplex attempt from Knight and nail him with a DDT! He makes the tag to Black and the POW team double team Knight as the referee keeps Manny out of the ring! They nail a double suplex and stereo knee drops to the face before Black lifts Knight into a slam position and Ness hits the ropes and leaps driving both knees into the back of Knight before Black sends him over head with a fall away slam!! He makes the cover, 1…..2….Knight kicks out!! Black and Ness continue to double team Knight as best they can. They distract the referee and toss Knight out to the floor where Ness drops him chest first onto the guard rail and then whips him hard into the ring steps. Manny is a boiling pot of rage as he can’t get the referee to see what the POW guys are doing. The match eventually swings as Ness whips Knight off the ropes and ducks his head for a back drop, but Knight leap frogs over him and as Ness turns around he eats a JK-47 to a big crowd reaction!!! Both men are down and the referee begins making his count! He gets to eight as Ness and Knight both tag out at the same time!! Manny and Black hit the ring but Manny is quicker with some sick forearm shots to the face and then a drop kick for Black and a drop kick for the returning Ness!! He hooks Black up and hits a big German suplex with a bridge, 1…..2….Ness breaks up the pin attempt as Knight staggers back into the ring!! He swings at Ness who ducks and sends Knight crashing to the mat with a face plant before he and Black try to double team Manny, the double whip him off the ropes, but Manny smashes through the double clothesline attempt and then nails Ness with a rolling kick to the face before ducking a shot from Black and dumping him on his head with an exploder suplex!! The referee has lost all control as Knight goes to the top rope and leaps with a frog splash right onto Black!! Manny is holding Ness back as Knight makes the cover, 1……2….Black kicks out just in time!! SC: I was sure that was the three count!! Knight has taken the brunt of the punishment in this match but he nearly stole the win there for The Novas. SJ: Black is too tough to get beaten by a move like that!! It’s going to take something special to beat either of these teams! Finish...Ness knocks Manny to the floor and grabs Knight and heaves him up onto his shoulders. Black staggers to the corner and then climbs to the top rope as Ness stands near the corner with Knight on his shoulders. Black leaps and lands a knee to the back of the head just as Ness snaps Knight over with a Death Valley Driver!! The crowd pop for the great double team move as Black makes the cover, 1……2…Manny breaks it up just in time!! The referee tries to get Knight and Ness out the ring and is able to and it’s down to the legal men in Black and Manny. The two men trade punches but it’s Black who gets the advantage and boots Manny in the midsection before going for a powerbomb, he heaves Manny up, but he slips down Black’s back and hooks him into a sunset flip, 1……2….Black kicks out but Manny quickly rolls into a cross arm breaker!!! Black is yelling in pain and Manny wrenches back for the tap out win, but Black is just able to get to the ropes and break it up!! As the hold is broken Black is able to nail a low blow without the referee seeing and then tags in Ness!! He quickly nails Manny with a wicked lariat before hooking him up in the ‘Fade To Black!!!’ Manny is in a lot of trouble as Ness cranks on the submission hold!! Knight is screaming at Manny to get to the ropes and after a lot of struggling he finally makes it to the ropes!! Both men get to their feet and it’s Ness who is quicker, lifting Manny up, but he catches Ness in an inside cradle, 1…..2….Black dives in to break it up!! Knight hits the ring and all four men are trading shots once again!! Finally Manny knocks Ness through the ropes and Jayden drills Black with the JK-47!! The Novas quickly hook him into position for The Star Destroyer and Knight climbs to the top and poses before they nail the devastating double team move!! Knight makes the cover on Black, 1……..2……3!!!! Winner, and STILL T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Project Nova SC: Another challenge and another win for Project Nova! Can anyone stop this team from becoming the best team in TFWF history? SJ: I think they just proved they already are!! No one is going to stop these guys, no one! SC: Well let’s take it to the back now for comments from James Onlee. (THE CAMERA CUTS TO A SHOT BACKSTAGE OF JAMES ONLEE STANDING WITH HIS PROTÉGÉ, LEGION. THE CROWD IN THE MAIN ARENA IMMEDIEATELY START IN WITH THE CROWD HEAT AS THE TWO APPEAR ON THE SCREEN.) JO: Earlier this week, if you were fortunate enough to witness the destruction of one of Sean Smythe’s followers, you would already know what my plans include for that viper here tonight. I made it good and clear that the murderer known as Sean Smythe has come to the end of his road here in the T.F.W.F., and if he’s not watchful in that ring tonight, maybe in life. I plan on proving that Sean is NO messiah. I plan on proving that the cheers and adulation the fans give him is unwarranted, and unjust. Tonight, in just a few moments when my music begins to echo around the arena, and the chorus begins to sing, and all the saints back at the chapel tune in, I will walk down to that ring, and inside of that squared circle on man finds out that he is just more than the man who cost me my intercontinental title at Ice Storm 2008. He is the man my God has deemed it fit for me to demolish, and destroy. Tonight begins the last chapter in Sean Smythe’s life. There won’t be any body else out there but Legion, and Missy to protect you, and I promise neither one will come to your aid. As you are in your soul, Sean, you are really alone, and there is no hope for salvation. (THE CAMERA THEN PANS TO LEGION.) LE: Head the word of the Deliverer, Sean Smythe. Head his warning, and bow down before us as we approach this evening. Your fear is evident. Our God is powerful. You are weak and down trodden. Submit to us now, or be thrown into the lake of fire by the might of James Onlee. (LEGION STARES DEEP INTO THE CAMERA WITH A VERY UNSETTLING LOOK. JAMES ONLEE PLACES HIS HAND ON LEGION'S SHOULDER AS THE CAMERA SHOT THEN FADES.) (RETURN TO LA) MM: The unsettling duo of James Onlee and Legion there Tremere and of course you know how deadly Onlee is a former Tag partner of yours taking on your own protege for many years Torch. T: I got a lot of emotion in that match Mac. Semi Final King of the Deathmatches - Scaffold DeathMatch Fallen Angel vs Sandy Makel [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF ANGEL AND MAKEL SCRAPING THROUGH TO THIS ROUND RESPECTIVELY OVER GORE AND WATKINS.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Semifinal bout and is a Scaffold Death Match... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the 2008 King of the Deathmatches…Fallen Angel!!! MM: One down, two to go to repeat... T: Yeah but the matches dont get easier Mac! P: And his opponent... *’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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! MM: A hard to come by victory over Brandon Watkins and it pits two men who are not strangers to each other. T: You think of the fall out they had this year Mac over that World title...this aint going to be pretty. The match begins...Both men ascend the scaffold and stare across one another. Angel blows Selina a kiss in typical asshole fashion as the blood can be seen rising to the head of Makel just off that insult. Angel charges Makel and lands a knee to the midsection and battles him back a little bit with lefts and rights, Makel kicks out at the knee of Angel and then battles him back with lefts and rights, there isnt a whole lot of room on the scaffold as Angel tries to hurl Makel off, but Makel grips onto the side and won't budge, Angel follows an elbow to Makel's hand and frees it from the side, but Makel kicks out again and then BULLDOGS ANGEL TO THE SPIDER NET BELOW! THE CROWD CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY HAVE SEEN! The 30 foot drop has both men tangled in a mesh of barbwire and pain as the crowd chant 'TFWF' over and over again. Neither moves for a moment before Makel gets to his feet and pulls a bleeding Angel to his, he goes for a neckbreaker, but Angel blocks it and somehow pulls out a powerbomb to the groans of pleasure from the crowd in attendance. Angel walks two steps forward and flops down onto the mesh as well he places a hand over Makel, who gets a half shoulder up to stop being eliminated. Angel and Makel drag themselves to their feet and begin to once more climb the scaffolding, blood pours off of them because of that damn mesh spider barbwire. They get to the top and Makel charges Angel who ducks the clothesline and then hurls Makel from the top AGAIN!!!!! The crowd watch as he flips in air and lands as hard as you can on the mesh below. Angel mops blood from his forehead and begins to make his way down the ladder to the mesh below, tapping his head like he is a smart man. MM: Makel with two hard spills in this opening Tremere, one he took Angel for the ride and the other he was flying solo. T: Look at Angel, hallmarks of a man who knows this tournament, walking slowly down, mopping the brow and conserving energy. This type of match is one where you can basically talk yourself out of the final even if you do advance. MM: If I am Sandy Makel what do I do now? T: Pray you dont fall down again... The middle of the match sees...Angel throwing Makel around the barbwire like a rag doll he rubs his face into the spider mesh cutting it open and making a damn mess of the pretty boys mug. Angel lifts Makel above his head in a real feat of strength as he gorilla press drops him behind onto the mesh once more. The crowd like savages are loving what they are seeing, Makel is dragged to his feet and Angel delivers another super powerbomb onto the mesh, Selina has tears on her cheeks on the outside as Angel glares at her with contempt and a slight bit of arrogance. Angel begins to climb the scaffolding and perches his way up there on the side. He mops his brow once more and breaths heavily looking to get his composure, he then sits down on the scaffold with his legs dangling over the edge as Makel struggles to get to his feet, constantly losing his balance. Angel spies Makel like a kid spies an insect with a magnifying glass, as Makel looks up, Angel gives him the 'come and get it' sign. Makel wipes blood out of his eyes and begins his ascension as Angel stares at him waiting for him to get to the top, Makel loses his footing a few times as Angel almost is laughing at the mess Makel is in. Makel gets to the top and Angel watches as he stumbles like a drunk, he pinwheels his arms so he doesn't fall back off. Angel looks down to Selina and shakes his head in a menacing manner. However, it seems Makel might have been playing possum as this moment glance elsewhere is preceeded by Makel flying in with a punch to the forehead which gets a crowd cheer. Makel fires rights and lefts into the face of Angel before he drop kicks and lands on the scaffold sending Angel crashing off to the mesh below!!!! MM: POSSUM TRICK FROM MAKEL AND ANGEL IS DOWN! T: Angel really did not read that with his veteran instinct Mac and now its Makel who is holding all the cards. MM: This to me Trem has always been a blood bath of a match, little wrestling, just the resiliance to survive. T: Which to be honest is the preparation for the big one after this. Finish...Makel begins like Angel before him to make his way down by climbing down its now his turn to sarcastically tap the side of his head. He pummels Angel with rights/lefts as the reigning King is really rocked. Makel picks up Angel and scoop slams him to the mesh, he then looks to hit the 'Seven Out' but Angel kicks out of the move and it seems Makel cannot finish him off. Makel then tries to pick Angel up again, but Angel hits a modified version of the 'Cradle of Darkness' he goes for the pin, but now its Makel inching a shoulder up. Neither man has been able to outdo the other one. Angel gets to his feet and begins to ascend the scaffold again as he looks down at Makel and attempt to drop a leg onto him!!!!! Makel moves at the last minute as Angel hits the mesh hard, Makel drapes an arm over Angel who's move takes him out and gives Sandy Makel a three count. Winner, and Advancing: Sandy Makel Makel's music begins to play out as Selina brushes the tears from her face. Makel lies motionless with his arm draped over Angel. MM: Angel went to hit one out of the park on that last move, but Sandy served him a curve ball and now advances. Did Angel cost himself the match Tremere? T: The two men were out of options Mac...he had to go as you said for the home run, but he was left swinging wildly at the air around him. (RETURN TO NY) SC: You got anything to say? SJ: FUCK THE WORLD! Torch vs James Onlee [FLASHBACK: WE SEE FOOTAGE OF THE INITIAL CONFRONTATION BETWEEN JAMES ONLEE AND TORCH DURING THE DORIAN WONG’S CIRCUS MATCH AND ONLEE ELIMINATING TORCH FROM THAT MATCH. WE THEN SEE THE FEUD ESCALATE WITH THE INVOLVEMENT OF MISSY AND HER CONVERSION TO THE WORLD OF JAMES ONLEE. WE ALSO SEE TORCH BEING VICIOUSLY BEATEN DOWN BY ONLEE. THE FOOTAGE ENDS WITH TORCH LAYING DOWN THE CHALLENGE FOR NOR 9 AND THE TWO MEN TRADING INTENSE PUNCHES AS THE FOOTAGE FADES OUT.] JH: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall…introducing first… *’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. THE SIREN BEGINS TO BLARE THROUGHOUT THE ARENA. THE T.A.T. BEGINS TO GLOW AS THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA DIM TO JUST ABOVE TOTALLY BLACK. THE SCREEN IS STATICY AND ANY IMAGE IS UNDEFINED UNTIL THE RED SEAL OF JAMES’ RELIGION APPEARS AND BEGINS TO FLASH IN TIME WITH THE SIREN. A SPOTLIGHT IN RED AND IN THE SAME SEAL APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS JAMES ONLEE EMERGES FROM THE BACK ACCOMPANIED BY TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS AND WEARING BLACK VEILS OVER THEIR FACES. JAMES WALKS OUT INTO THE SPOTLIGHT AND THE TWO MEN STAY ON THE STAGE ON THE ENTRY WAY. FLASHES OF GOLD LIGHT EXPLORE THE ARENA AS JAMES MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP, HEAD BOWED AND HANDS HELD IN PRAYER, THE SPOTLIGHT FOLLOWING HIS EVERY MOVE. AS HE APPROACHES THE RING, HE RAISES HIS ARMS UPWARD AND TO THE SIDE, AS THEY REACH THE PINNACLE OF THEIR ASCENT GOLD EXPLOSIONS FLY FROM THE TURNBUCKLES LEAVING MIST FLOAT FROM THEM. JAMES THEN LOWERS HIS ARMS, CLIMBS THE STEPS AND ENTERS THE RING, GIVING ONE FINAL GLANCE TO HIS PARISHONERS TO GO BACKSTAGE, AND THEY DO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…The Reverend James Onlee!!! SC: This man is the personification of evil and he’s made it his mission to destroy Torch both personally and professionally. SJ: And what a damn fine job he’s done of both so far! JH: And his opponent… *’FUEL’ – METALICA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean ‘Torch’ Smythe!!! SC: This crowd are going insane for Torch and he looks ready to beat the holy hell out of James Onlee here tonight! SJ: That’s a man who is too dumb to know he’s walking into the lions den! Game over Torch, game over! The match begins...with a quick, aggressive spear from Torch who rattles Onlee's skull with a bevy of punches. Getting the upper hand early, the brawler Torch gets in a good series of knee lifts and hard right hands before taking Onlee up and over with a back suplex. With a full mount, Torch gets in a good stomp to the head before picking him up and throwing him to the ropes for a huge back body drop, followed by a nasty running kick to the chest as Onlee sits up. The crowd pops big for Torch who gets right back on the ground assault. SC: “The Registered Psychopath” going straight for Onlee with a bullet here, partner. SJ: Well, I just hope that ginger tires himself out, 'cause the second he does, Onlee's gonna crucify him. SC: You’re a sick man, Snoop. SJ: Ah, but at least I go to church. The middle of the match see Torch getting a little too wild in the ring, with Onlee managing to distract the referee just long enough to get a job jab to the eye. Torch swings wild, but Onlee comes in with a quick knee to the gut and a snap DDT. Working Torch's neck on the ground with a crossface, Onlee grins wickedly as the crowd showers the ring with heat. He brings Torch back up to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckles, connecting a a combo of elbows and forearms to the face, followed by a headbutt, and topped off with snapmare out of the corner. Onlee runs the ropes and hits a shining wizard kneestrike to the back of the head, going right back into the crossface. Torch is screaming in agony, but isn't at the the point of tapping quite yet. SJ: What'd I tell you, Scoop? One slip-up and Torch is gonna pay for it. SC: James Onlee is a very calculated competitor no doubt, but Torch has been here too long to give up this quickly. SJ: Says you. Once Onlee locks in “the Deliverance,” Torch will WISH he was in Hell. Finish...the furious Torch battling out of another one of Onlee's subsmissions to the roar of the audience, surprising the reverend with a jaw-breaking running clothesline. Onlee nearly flies out of the ring, but the resourceful Onlee stays on the apron, grabbing Torch and stunning him across the top rope. Onlee comes back and tries to set up the “Sinners' Spiral,” but is denied and is instead reversed into an F-5! Pin attempt by Torch and a last-millisecond kick-out by the good reverend. Looking to finish Onlee off with a powerbomb, Torch slams Onlee down once, but brings him up again for another! The audience is going crazy as Torch spins around for the last final powerbomb, but Onlee manages to swoop his leg over and hook in a triangle hold! THE DELIVERANCE! Looking like someone trying to shake off a rabid dog, Torch eventually begins to succumb to the hold, fading slowly. The ref is on top of things as Onlee looks on, but it's Torch who holds his hand up, seemingly ready to tap – BUT NO! HE FLIPS ONLEE OFF! The lower he gets to the ground, the deeper the hold is sunk in, and with his middle finger still out in defiance, a nearby camera catches the “Registered Psychopath” giving one last smirk before eventually passing out. Winner, via submission: 'The Reverend' James Onlee SC: He fought like the true warrior that he is but Torch could not over come The Deliverance and James Onlee is your winner in this grudge match. SJ: I don’t think Onlee is going to be fully happy with that, I’m sure he wanted to make Torch tap out. SC: Ok folks let’s take it to the back for words from the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title, Dorian Wong. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO OZZY FINCH, MICROPHONE IN HAND, NERVOUSLY STANDING NEXT TO THE “PHILOSOPHER KING” HIMSELF, DORIAN WONG. WITH THE GRINNING JACK AND JILL HANGING AT BOTH HIS SIDES, THE WICKED CLOWN NARROWS HIS EYES, EXAMINING THE FAMED LETTER OPENER IN HIS HANDS. OZZY SWALLOWS A GULP AND BRINGS THE MICROPHONE TO HIS MOUTH.) OF: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here backstage with the number-one contender for the TFWF Undisputed Heavyweight championship, Dorian W— DW: Hush, Mr. Finch… and allow yourself a moment to enjoy the clockwork of life. OF: Excuse me? DW: Are you aware that someone on this earth dies every thirteen seconds, and that someone else is born every seven? OF: I… didn’t know that, no. DW: No surprise, Mr. Finch. Not everyone has the capacity to comprehend the fundamental laws of the universe. You see, with this blade, I’ve done more than my fair share to keep that particular rhythm constant – to make sure that everything goes according to the plan. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It’d be… maddening to most, I’d assume. A burden, some would say. Because do you know what happens when that rhythm is interrupted? (WONG TAKES THE LETTER OPENER AND LIGHTLY BRUSHES IT AGAINST ONE OF OZZY’S LAPELS.) DW: Chaos. Young Evan can tell you, first-hand: everything you see, everything you know, unraveling at the speed of light. (THE CLOWN SNAPS HIS FINGERS.) DW: And as the seconds crawl by, I ask myself, ‘Who’s watching us? Whose task is it, to make sure the rest of us fall in line?’ The people tell me it’s Sebastian Cross – but that’s not true, no. You see, his… being, his very existence, is the essence of chaos. He lives through conflict, thrives on it, even, and as someone who stands for order, even an unconventional one, I find myself compelled to understand what makes him… tick, I guess I should say. OF: Dorian, I don’t really follow… DW: As you shouldn’t. Mr. Finch, the battle between Sebastian and I has raged for eons: in past lives in eras long dead, across an indeterminable amount of dimensions. And our… quarrel, so simple and yet so complex, is intrinsic to the human condition. But tonight? All that he represents… the love of the people, the glory of a champion, the light of hope… will fade away into nothingness. The rhythm… will remain intact… (A SMILING DORIAN POINTS THE TIP OF THE LETTER OPENER RIGHT AT OZZY’S HEART, TAPPING IT AGAINST HIM TO A HEARTBEAT.) DW: One man dies. Another is born. (DORIAN STOPS THE TAPPING AND LEANS IN CLOSE TO THE APPREHENSIVE OZZY’S EAR.) DW: …can’t you feel it? (DORIAN LICKS OZZY’S EARLOBE, BEFORE RETURNING TO HIS TOOTHY GRIN. FINCH LEANS BACK QUICKLY AS DORIAN GESTURES FOR JACK AND JILL TO FOLLOW HIM. THE CLOWN SKULKS OFF AS OZZY WIPES HIS EAR, SHAKING HIS HEAD AND TRYING TO COMPREHEND DORIAN’S SENTIMENTS.) (RETURN TO LA) MM: Where you as creeped out as me Tremere. T: Potenitally more so... Semi Final King of the Deathmatches - LastBlood Match Tiger Young vs JC McDonald [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF JC MCDONALD OVERCOMING KIRSTA LEWIS EARLIER TONIGHT AND TIGER YOUNG JUST SCRAPING THROUGH AGAINST JOSE RAMON.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Semifinal bout and is a Last Blood Match... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MEGA CROWD POP. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING SLAPPING HANDS WITH FANS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! MM: Stable mates collide as The Mould is set to face Tiger Young here Tremere. T: aMc assured someone in the finale, but at what cost Mahoney... P: And his opponent... *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! MM: Ramon pushed Young to his limit earlier tonight, maybe a stroke of luck got him here Tremere. T: I wouldn't call it luck, but Young is here and now he needs to prove he belongs once more. The match begins...with Young and McDonald staring across at one another. They walk towards the middle of the ring and share a handshake and high five as the crowd pop before they return to their respective corners and begin loosening up. McDonald gives a come and get some sign to Young who smiles and then sauters over they stand nose to nose and then McDonald pushes Young back, Young then slaps McDonald across the chops and then the two men go at it! Exchanging rights and lefts back and forth as they share the punches. Young gets the better of McDonald who then grabs him in a bear hug, Young nails a headbutt and McDonald releases the hold, Young charges him and McDonald plants him with a big spinebuster, McDonald pulls Young to his feet, but Young counters with an attempted small package as there isnt time for anything else when McDonald kicks out breaking the hold. Both men get back to their feet as McDonald nails Young with a tremendous clothesline. JC removes the turnbuckle and picks Young up and slams him down into it. Young staggers back and JC slams him with another big clothesline. JC slides under the ropes and grabs a chair from the ringside area and gets back in the ring, he seems slightly reluctant to use it, Young then kicks him in the gut as he drops the chair and then 'Sabretooth' McDonald onto the steel chair splitting his head open once more. The referee puts the count on, but McDonald is up on 6 count. MM: Thats what you got to do, the last blood is where a man cannot answer a standing ten count once he has been deemed to be bleeding Tremere, its pure barbaric. T: I love it! MM: Friendship seems to have been put to oneside here right now. T: You cannot have friends in this tournament... The middle of the match sees...Young searching once more for weapons on the outside and comes across a weed whacker a favourite of Tremere. He slides into the ring and slams the blunt instrument onto the body of McDonald who cannot get up. Young starts it up and it begins to whir around. He looks like he is thinking twice about using it when McDonald spears his legs out from under him. McDonald grabs the weedwhacker and looks to stab Young in the body with it! Young moves at the last minute and sees a chunk of shoulder fall victim to the blade thus causing a river of blood to further stain the canvass. JC picks apart the whacker and throws it out of the ring with no thought to where it ends up. He brings Young to his feet and nails the 'Perfecto' he backs off as a bleeding Young has the count administrated to him. It gets to a 7 count before Young gets to his feet where he is met by a running spear to the gut that near on takes his body off into two seperate entities. McDonald sensing the job isn't done slides out of the ring and removes a board with nails on it and then a second one. He places them in opposite corners of the ring as Young once more gets to his feet with the blood on his shoulder a complete crimson of red on a count of 8. McDonald whips him in for the ride into the corner and he goes head first into a set of nails and board!!!! Young slumps in the corner blood makes a pool at his feet as even JC seems to wonder what the hell he has done!!! MM: JC MIGHT WELL HAS KILLED HIS FRIEND! THE BLOOD TREM! THE BLOOD AT THE FEET OF YOUNG! T: JC McDonald almost looks as sick to his stomach as we do. MM: But he is going in for a clothesline!!! Finish...McDonald compeletly misses the move as somehow Young comes out of the corner and now its JC with a serious case of 'pins and needles'. Young walks two steps and collapses to the ground in a crimson puddle of his own blood. McDonald lays on the spiked board not moving. The referee is forced to adminstar a double count when all of a sudden a battered Fallen Angel hobbles down to the ring. The crowd let him know he isn't appreciated here he looks to the back as Kirsta Lewis makes her way down as well. They get into the ring and shove the referee who tries to stop them to oneside. Lewis lines up a 'HBE' and nails McDonald with one as he tries to come out of the corner. That leaves Young who Angel sits on the back of and pulls his face up in a camel clutch. Lewis moves McDonald in a seated position into the other corner of the ring. Angel is screaming in the ear of Young as Kirsta 'HBE' into the head of McDonald in the other corners BOARD!!!!! MCDONALD SLUMPS TO THE MAT DEAD...Angel picks up Young and slumps him in the corner standing up. Lewis revives the referee as 'TCK' make their way out of the ring and watch as they gift Tiger Young dead on his feet a place in the finals. Winner, and Advancing: Tiger Young MM: Angel has gifted Young a place in the finals Tremere. But why? T: Cause he just made Young his bitch...he is now only in the final cause of Angel and that means that the finale is going to be something to watch because of Fallen Angel making this statement right here and now!!! (RETURN TO NY) SC: It will be Tiger Young vs. Sandy Makel for the crown of King of the Deathmatches Snoop! SJ: There isn't a chance in hell for that old timer Young... SC: Speaking of which what chance does Mike Mitchell have tonight at becoming a 3 time Intercontinental Champion? With Iziah Hunter standing in his way... T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match Iziah Hunter (c) vs Mike Mitchell [FLASHBACK: WE SEE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE ISSUES BETWEEN HUNTER AND MITCHELL. WE SEE HUNTER WINNING THE IC TITLE AND HIS ACTIONS TOWARDS MITCHELL AT THE END OF THAT MATCH. WE THEN SEE THE PROMO MOMENTS BETWEEN BOTH MEN, ESPECIALLY SURROUNDING THE ‘WELLNESS POLICY’ VIOLATION OF HUNTER. WE FINALLY SEE FOOTAGE OF BOTH MEN IN ACTION IN THE RING WITH THE IC TITLE AS THE BACKDROP.] JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the TFWF Intercontinental Title…introducing first… *CHARISMA - W.A.S.P PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP! MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…Mike Mitchell!!! SC: Mike Mitchell is here tonight with one purpose, to set right what Iziah Hunter has done to him and win back that IC Title. SJ: Well he’s going to be in for a long night cause Hunter is going to take him apart! JH: And his opponent… *'CHORUS OF ANGELS' - HASTE THE DAYS PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. VARIOUS SERVICE AND ARMY BASED VIGS ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS IZIAH SAT IN A SEAT IN A TANK TOP RUNNING HIS DOG TAGS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS LOOKING INTENSLY AT THE CAMERA. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS PYROS GO OFF AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing 230 pounds…he is the current TFWF Intercontinental Champion…Iziah 'The Judge' Hunter!!! SC: One of the most mysterious and hard to gauge wrestlers in the history of the TFWF. SJ: He’s got one hell of a cool hat! Plus he’s not a mystery, he’s just not a whiter than white boring bastard like Mitchell! Hunter for the win people, Hunter for the win!! The match begins as...the referee approaches the two men in the ring and checks to be sure that they are ready. Both men nod that they are before Mitchell demands that Hunter be checked for illegal objects. Hunter argues that he doesn’t have anything, but the referee checks anyway. Hunter comes up clean and Mitchell just nods his head. The bell rings and the contest is officially under way. The match begins with a lot of fast paced back and forth, filled with quite a few Irish whips, and counters. Mitchell throws Hunter off the ropes and grabs him in an armbar upon his return. Hunter rolls free from Mitchell and reverses it in to a sleeper hold on Mitchell. Mitchell moves toward the corner and uses his feet to push off the top rope and gives himself momentum to roll over Hunter and the referee counts a pin. Hunter releases the hold just before he loses the match, and the two stand to their feet to a huge ovation of respect from the crowd. SC: Amazing back and forth here tonight from the two men in the ring. Both feel they have a lot to prove here tonight, and one of them is going to get leverage over the other. SJ: Yeah, not to mention something to keep their pants up with. SC: Of course my ever astute broadcasting partner means the Intercontinental title. SJ: Yeah, just another belt. SC: No, Snoop…unlike some places, here the Intercontinental title still means something. The middle of the match sees...a slight slow down in the action as Hunter has Mitchell whipped in to the ropes and as he rebounds Iziah pulls Mitchell in with an abdominal stretch. Hunter pulls back with all he can with the move on as Mitchell screams in pain. Mike rallies the crowd by pumping his hand and gets himself back into it and sends Iziah over with an arm drag before dropping a leg drop on to him. Mitchell shoots back to his feet as Hunter slowly moves to his. Mike zooms in and throws Hunter with an exploder suplex and then is quickly right on him as Hunter gets to his knees and lands a big busaiku knee kick. Hunter is sent rolling out of the ring as Mitchell looks in control. Just before the finish of the match Mitchell waits for Hunter to get to his feet and then bounces off the far ropes and then leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive. Hunter side steps the move and allows Mitchell to crash into the ringside barricade. SC: My GOD!!! Mitchell may have just killed himself with that move! SJ: This is terrific! Should’ve happened years ago in my opinion. SC: A man could be seriously hurt out here, and that’s all you can say? SJ: Let‘s see a replay? The finale of the match see’s a complete turn around from Hunter. He pretty much seems lost out there, even though Mitchell nearly took himself out of the match just a short time ago. Hunter throws Mitchell back in the ring and follows him in. Hunter bends down to pick Mitchell to his feet, but the veteran is still aware enough to roll Hunter into a small package. The referee counts the fall, and we have a New Intercontinental Champion. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Mike Mitchell SC: Mitchell has done it but what the hell happened to Hunter there, he just kind of fell apart at the end of the match. SJ: Maybe he’s back on the smack like Mitchell said all along? Either way we’ve got a new IC Champion and these people seem to love it! SC: Well let’s take it to the back where Ozzy Finch is standing by with the current World Heavyweight Champion, Sebastian Cross!! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE) (THE SIGN READS "SEBASTIAN CROSS" ON THE DOOR AND THE FANS ERUPT AT THE SIGHT OF IT. A HAND IS RAISED INTO VIEW AND KNOCKS BEFORE WE DRAW BACK AND SEE THE BACK OF WHAT LOOKS TO BE OZZY STANDING OUTSIDE WITH EVAN'S MOTHER. HE KNOCKS AGAIN JUST AS CROSS OPENS THE DOOR TO A HUGE POP FROM MSG. CROSS STANDS THERE WITH DARK CIRCLES UNDER HIS EYES AND A SORT OF UN-EASY GLARE AT THE TWO PEOPLE STANDING BEFORE HIM, AND THE FULL-ON CAMERA CREW BEHIND THEM, IT LOOKS TO BE CNN, AND THEY IMMEDIATELY FLICK ON THE BRIGHT SPOT LIGHT, BLINDING CROSS SO HE CAN'T SEE WHAT'S IN FRONT OF HIM) SC: What's going on ? OZZY: Well the T.F.W.F. was asked by CNN to broadcast an exclusive interview between you and the missing boy's mother. SC: Ozzy what the fuck is going on? (CROSS TENSES UP AT THIS EXPOSURE.) OZZY: Well I haven't told the bosses yet, but I'm hoping to intern at CNN over the summer, it'd be a good jump for my career, so could you just help me out? Great! First question: Sebastian, how do you feel now that you've taken on this responsibility in defeating Dorian Wong at Night of Revolution, and swearing to return poor little Evan to his mother? (CROSS GLARES IN THE DIRECTION OF MAHONEY BEFORE ANSWERING.) SC: Every man has a responsibility to do what he knows is right. I'm just doing what needs to be done. Ozzy: Is it out of some sort of empathetic regard towards Evan's mother? You have been there yourself, it was actually around this time just about last year that James Onlee stole your entire family from you. And furthermore two years ago, Sandy Makel made you think that he took your non-existent daughter. This all has to be coming back to you Sebastian. How does that make you feel? (CROSS IS GETTING VERY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ALL OF THESE CAMERAS AROUND AND THE QUESTIONS ARE PERSONAL, WHICH HE DETESTS. WE SEE THE SWEAT BUILDING UP ON HIS FOREHEAD.) SC: I just want to bring the boy home to his mother. That's all I want. OZZY: Do you consider this to be your fault? SC: My fault? OZZY: How everything fell, it's possible that your treatment of fans is somewhat the cause of this whole ordeal. SC: Look, I may be a reluctant hero, and sometimes the it may appear that I don't care, but that's just who I am. To this day, the stardom, the gold, it's all something that has just come with the job and I've adjusted to it as best as I can. Conjuring up thoughts of the past Ozzy is just going to further show what I have been through to get to this spot. Something Dorian Wong knows nothing about. OZZY: Has it ever occurred to you Cross that what you think is right, maybe…well…wrong? SC: What? Wrong? What do you mean? OZZY: Your whole outlook on this has been of the reluctant, yet valiant hero, soldiering on into the battle with your trusty steed and your sword, not acknowledging the fact that on the opposite end of the battlefield is Dorian Wong, believing that what he's doing is right. SC: Are you sympathizing with Dorian Wong? OZZY: Heaven's no. I'm just saying, there's always two sides to every coin, and two sides to every spectrum. You look at it your way, why not look at it from his angle? It might help you. SC: Help me? Help me do what? I thought this was an interview with Evan's mother, ya little prick? OZZY: Oh it is, it is. Umm….hey lady, ask him a quesiton… WO: Mr. Cross, what's your favorite color? (CROSS STARES INTO THE BRIGHT LIGHT WITH HIS EYES WIDE OPEN. HE REALIZES THE IMPOSITION HE'S IN AND WHAT THE SITUATION TRULY IS.) SC: Listen to me you two, you go back to Dorian, and you tell him that I'm coming for him. It's not about the gold tonight, tonight its about doing what is right. My right versus his wrong, or his right versus my wrong. It doesn't matter right now as to who is right or wrong on this one. All that matters is getting that boy back to his mother, even if it means I have to beat that motherfucker's head into the ground. You go back to your boy and you tell him that. (CROSS TURNS AROUND AND IS ABOUT TO CLOSE THE DOOR.) OZZY: Hey! What about my exclusive? (CROSS TURNS AROUND AND PUNCHES OZZY IN THE FACE, LAYING HIM OUT ON THE FLOOR, THE CAMERA BUMPS DOWN TO REVEAL THAT ITS REALLY JACK IN DISGUISE AND JILL HAS A WIG ON TO LOOK LIKE EVAN'S MOTHER. CROSS SPITS ON JACK.) SC: You take that back to Wong as well, tell him that tonight, he'll understand the difference between right and wrong. (CROSS SLAMS THE DOOR AS JACK LIES ON THE GROUND WITH A GRIN ON HIS FACE.) (RETURN TO LA) MM: The entire Wong family is completely nuts...and our Champion seems to be walking into a deadly game Tremere. T: Well he is, but there is not deadlier game right now in the T.F.W.F. than this...the RANGERS RULES MATCH. MM: Right here folks a new King of the T.F.W.F. will be decided let's take a look at how they got here... MAIN EVENT LOS ANGELES: Final King of the Deathmatches - Rangers Rules Match Tiger Young vs Sandy Makel [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF SANDY OVERCOMING WATKINS AND ANGEL WITH YOUNG OVERCOMING RAMON AND THEN SQUEAKING PAST MCDONALD THANKS TO ANGEL WHO WAS ALREADY KNOCKED OUT OF THE TOURNAMENT.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a King of the Deathmatches Final bout and is a Rangers Rules Match... *’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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! MM: The blood has barely clotted, the scars have yet to heal...but here comes Sandy Makel who can put himself in an unique position tonight if he can overcome Tiger Young. A man who has seen the inside of this monsterous contraption, two times he has walked out a winner from it... T: But Makel has beaten the current King and this aint his first match of the year...thats where Tiger Young and him differ Mac. Because Makel has been on a roll for the best part of 8 months now. P: And his opponent... *'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. TIGER YOUNG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN HIS TIGER SKINNED WRESTLING TIGHTS AND OAKLEYS. HIS HAIR IS SLICKED BACK AND HIS SMILE BROAD AND WIDE. HE LOOSESN HIS SHOULDERS ON THE STAGE BEFORE WALKING DOWN TO THE RING, FIRSTLY SURPRISING ONE FAN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE AND THEN SURPRISING ANOTHER BY LICKING HIS GIRLFRIENDS FACE.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 240 pounds…Tiger Young!!! MM: The only man in the history of the T.F.W.F. to have won this tournament more than once...can he win it for a third time in his career and complete a cinderella story Tremere? T: The man is a legend in this business, but for the first time in sometime, I think the chips might be stacked against him... The match begins...both men looking at the timer clock coming down, of course the match made famous by the Damned Yankee has a set time limit which Young knows all so well. They circle, matted blood and scars on both their bodies. A lock up sees Makel gain the advantage, but Young executes a back suplex sending Makel hard to the mat. Young drops a leg on the throat of Makel and then another over and over. He catches a breather, but Makel sweeps the leg and Young falls back onto one of the mines he has so far avoided, Young writhes in agony as Makel slowly gets to his feet and drops a knee to the chest of Young. Makel picks up Tiger and sends him hard into the explosive corner of C4 which invites another explosion. Young staggers out as Makel drop toe holds him into another mine cemented into the ring now. Young holds his face, some of his facial hair has been burnt off and his eye is bloodshot as he rolls on the mat. Makel hitches in a deep deep breath and picks Tiger to his feet hitting an inverted atomic drop and then a clothesline to the mat. Makel begins to climb the structure of doom trying to get out of there as quick as possible, he stalls as Young gets to his feet, Makel clocks this and looks to spring himself onto Young, but Young side steps him and then uses the momentum to throw him into another corner of C4 explosives. The crowd pop like mad as Makel walks a step back and collapses on a landmine!!! MM: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN EXPLOSIVE FROM THE OUTSET TREMERE! T: Oh yeah this has been something landmines and C4 being used damn early. MM: Both men have been through hell tonight Trem, how do they come out of this with that death clock ticking down above us. T: Get out and get out quick!! The middle of the match sees...Young searching for his bearings as he gets to the side of the cage, he puts a foot into the rung and begins to climb as Makel once more stirs below. Young is really struggling to make any progress up the side of the cage as he swings wildly halfway through. Makel crawls over and grabs Young's leg and pulls himself up slightly to his feet, he begins to also climb up next to Young, equally exhausted as the clock ticks away in front of them. The exchange weak punches and weak kicks as they slowly and I mean very slowly make their way up the side of the contraption. All of a sudden, Makel loses his balance and drops down grabbing onto Young and then powerbombing him off the side of the cage into the mat below. The crowd 'awww' in excitement as Makel takes 3 steps and falls to the mat onto a damn mine!!! Both men lie motionless as the camera focuses in on the clock which continues to count down as a timely reminder of what is going to happen at some stage. Both men get to their knees and stare one another in the face and begins slapping the shit out of one another in between shallow breaths as they try and get some sort of energy. Finally they are on their feet as the slaps rock one another back with amazing force it seems. Young goes to take Makel down to the mat, but Makel blocks it and converts it into a seemingly from nowhere powerbomb, Young skids across the mat and another mine goes up in the air! Makel staggers around and drops a knee to Young's head, before he attempts another climb of the cage. MM: Sandy Makel pulls a move of pure class out from desperate circumstances, these two men have damn near killed one another Tremere. T: And look at the clock Mac we are closing in on that explosive ending! MM: Someone has to make that move and Makel seems to be doing it. Finish...Makel begins to garner some momentum as he slides rights and lefts into Young as both men are now throwing in the last bit of energy they have. Flying punches, kicks, anything they can pull out and then from nowhere 'Sabretooth'! The crowd go bannanas as Young flops to the floor as Makel is out...he is out for the count and Young steps away from the body and begins to gather some climbing pace to the top of the cage, Makel begins to stir as Tiger misses his footing and is forced to hang from the cage as he tries to muster on. Makel begins to climb as well and now both men are level with each other. The two trade punches on the top of the cage when all of a sudden Fallen Angel makes his second apperance of the night in a Tiger Young match he has his baseball in one hand as he climbs the top of the cage. Now all three men are on top of the cage perched. Angel swings the bat, Young ducks and the bat catches Makel in the chops as he falls on the rightside to the floor hitting the ground first and winning the match. Angel then connects the bat with a stunned Tiger Young who then falls back into the ring. Angel drops to the outside as the counters tick and Young is caught in the mighty explosion. Angel waits for the pandemonium to stop, EMTs try to tend to Young, but Angel scares them off with a threatend baseball bat. He walks over to the broken body of Young, he smiles and spits on his face before walking off. Winner, and NEW T.F.W.F. KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES: Sandy Makel Makel's music finally hits as Selina watches Angel with a cautious eye as he backs up the ramp. She hugs Sandy who is completely lifeless, but has made history tonight. MM: Angel has just gifted this crowning to Sandy Makel! What a night! T: He teased Young into the final and then snatched it from him...but tonight the man on everyone's lips is Sandy Makel...what will King Makel do from here on in? (RETURN TO NY) SC: Sandy Makel is the new King in one of the most controversial endings I have seen in sometime...what are you grinning about? SJ: I just loved the way Angel toyed with Young's emotions like a puppetter! MAIN EVENT NEW YORK: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match Sebastian Cross (c) vs Dorian Wong w/ Jack & Jill [FLASHBACK: WE SEE FOOTAGE OF SEBASTIAN CROSS DEFENDING THE WORLD TITLE MIXED WITH SOME SHOTS OF HIS FANS GOING CRAZY AS HE WINS A MATCH. THE FOOTAGE THEN SHIFTS TO SHOW DORIAN WONG IN ALL HIS FREAKY GLORY. WE THEN SEE THE PROGRESSION OF THE ISSUE BETWEEN WONG AND CROSS AND THE INVOLVEMENT OF THE YOUNG FAN EVAN. THE FOOTAGE SHOWS THE DISGUSTING ACTIONS OF WONG IN ATTEMPTING TO MAKE EVAN HIS ONE TRUE FAN. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO BOTH MEN IN ACTION HITTING ALL THEIR SIGNATURE MOVES. WE FINISH WITH A SHOT OF BOTH MEN STARING EACH OTHER DOWN WITH THE WORLD TITLE AS THE BACKDROP.] JH: Ladies and gentlemen this is your main event of the evening…it is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title…introducing first… *’APOCALYPSE PLEASE’ - MUSE PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. DORIAN WONG WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A REVOLVING MANIACAL GRIN IN HIS T.A.T. IMAGE AS HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A DISTURBING GRIN OF HIS OWN. JACK AND JILL CARTWHEEL NEAR HIM EITHER SIDE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Jack and Jill...from Los Angeles, California...weighing 215 pounds...Dorian Wong!!! SC: There isn’t enough time to talk about how sick, evil and twisted this man really is folks, imagine if he was to walk away with the World Title tonight! What would that mean for the TFWF? SJ: It would mean we would finally have a World Champion to be proud of, a real hero instead of that loser Cross!! JH: And his opponent… *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER CROWD POP!! ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN WITH A BLUE PYROS FALLING DOWN ALL AROUND HIM.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the current Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion…Sebastian Cross!!! SC: Here he comes, the true man of the people and I can hardly hear myself think the reaction to Cross is so loud!! SJ: This’ll be the last time you hold that World Title Cross, so you better get ready to kiss it goodbye!! The match begins with...Cross sprinting across the ring at Wong who quickly hightails it to the outside!! The crowd roar in support of Cross who looks totally fired up for the match. Wong motions for the referee to control Cross as he paces back and forth on the outside. The referee does back Cross away from the ropes and eventually Wong climbs back up onto the ring apron. Cross charges and again Wong drops the floor and shouts at the referee to back Cross off! The crowd are booing the house down as Wong sneers at some ringside fans before finally sliding back into the ring under the bottom rope. Cross waits this time as Wong stands up and the two men then lock up intensely in the middle of the ring. Cross shoves Wong back into the corner and goes for a punch, but Wong moves out the way. They circle again before locking up and this time Wong takes control with an arm bar into a side head lock. They back against the ropes and Cross shoves Wong off, he hits the ropes and Cross drops down as Wong returns. He hits the opposite ropes and Cross leap frogs Wong, who hits the ropes and this time Cross nails him with a spinning heel kick to a huge crowd pop!! Wong staggers back against the ropes and Cross charges with a clothesline that knocks Wong backwards over the top rope and to the floor!! The crowd are going wild as Cross is all fired up, he climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks for a big dive, but Jack and Jill quickly pull Wong out of harms way and Cross hops down from the top turnbuckle as the crowd continue to cheer him on!! SC: Sebastian Cross gets the early advantage here and you can cut the tension with a knife. SJ: This thing is about to explode, I can just sense it! The middle of the match sees... A Change in momentum and itis all about Dorian Wong who comes back in a big way. He gains the advantage by going for the eyes of Cross and using every trick in the book to blind Cross and stop him from mounting any kind of offence. The crowd boo Wong loudly as he continues to work the eyes with his hands and running Cross’ face along the ropes. He rips his mask off and continues to scratch and claw at his face like a wild animal. Wong uses a snap mare to send Cross over and drills him in the back of the head with a drop kick, then another and another before going to the ring apron. Cross is staggered and slowly gets to his feet as Wong springboards in and lands another drop kick to the back of Cross’ head!! Wong makes the cover, 1……2….Cross kicks out! The match continues with Wong in control, he whips Cross into the corner and follows up with both knees to the face and then a bulldog out of the corner. He makes the cover, 1…..2….Cross kicks out again. Wong stays on him with boots to the chest and brings Cross to his feet before whipping him off the ropes, but Cross hangs on! Wong charges and Cross tips him up and over the top, but he lands on the ring apron. He kicks Cross in the side of the head and then brings him through the ropes onto the ring apron. The crowd go nuts as Cross starts firing back with rapid punches and then lifts Wong onto his shoulders, but Wong fires off elbow shots to the side of the head and Cross drops him back on the ring apron! Wong then jabs his thumb into Cross’ eye before hooking him around the head and drilling him with a DDT onto the ring apron!! Cross slumps to the floor as Wong sits on the apron looking supremely confident and pleased with himself! SC: Oh what a sick move, Sebastian Cross smashed his head off the metal ring frame and that could be it for the World Champion! SJ: That is why Dorian Wong is going to be the next World Champion, no one else in the TFWF has that kind of killer instinct!! Finish... is something to behold as Wong drags the lifeless Cross into the ring and makes the cover, 1…..2….Cross just kicks out in time to a huge crowd pop!! Wong brings Cross to his feet and goes for a superkick, but Cross ducks out the way and nails Wong with rapid right hands to the face as the crowd go nuts!! He kicks him in the mid section and then hooks him around the head, he uses the ropes for momentum and plants Wong with a tornado DDT! He makes the cover, 1……2….Wong kicks out just in time! Cross staggers to his feet and brings Wong up, he nails him with a knee to the mid section and then drops him on his head with a back drop driver! He makes the cover, 1…….2….Wong kicks out again!! The crowd are right behind Cross as he gets back up and signals for the ‘Re-Liberation’ but Wong reverses out of it and nails Cross with a lariat! He staggers to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd boo as Wong steadies himself and then leaps off the top with a front flip leg drop! He nails Cross and makes the cover, 1…….2….Cross kicks out again! Wong is up and looks ready for the kill, he picks Cross up and goes for ‘The Last Laugh’ but Cross spins out of it and heaves Wong up for the ‘Re-Liberation’ and nails him with it. He makes the cover, 1……2….Wong rolls his shoulder up just in time! The crowd can’t believe it as Cross gets to his feet, he lets out a yell of frustration and then stumbles to the corner. He starts to climb to the top but Wong is up and he rushes over and cuts him off. Wong climbs the turnbuckles in front of Cross and the two men start trading punches as the crowd roar!! It looks like Wong has the advantage and he hooks Cross for ‘The Last Laugh’ but Cross fights out and goes for the ‘Re-Liberation’ but Wong blocks it!! They continue trading punches and it looks like Wong has it as he goes for ‘The Last Laugh’ again, he goes to heave Cross up, but he hooks him around the back with his arms and legs in a crucifix and then flips back off the top with a crucifix bomb!! Both men crash to the mat and Cross hooks Wong in a pinning combination, 1…….2……3!!! The crowd explode with noise as Cross just snatches the win from Wong!!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Sebastian Cross SC: Cross has done it he has done it!!!!!!!! EVAN RETURNED TO HIS MOTHER BY THE RELUCTANT HERO TONIGHT! SJ: Bah so we are suppose to cheer him because he does what Montel Williams does every show, reunites families. SC: No you will damn well cheer a man who has defied the odds once more and stands in this ring in a company we all work for as our Champion as our... (SUDDENLY THE T.A.T. COMES TO LIFE WITH SANDY MAKEL AND SELINA STARING AT SEBASTIAN CROSS DURING HIS CELEBRATION HE SPINS AROUND TO FACE THEM HOLDING HIS TITLE. AS HE DOES, WONG EMERGES AND NAILS THE 'LAST LAUGH' TAINING THE CELEBRATIONS AS WE GO OFF THE AIR. TO THE VOICE OF SCOOP.) SC: Wong, Makel and Cross...seemingly set for a collision course...my oh my...Evan might be home, but it seems the Champion still has a road of uncertainty to travel...