DATE: 18th January 2010 Monday Mayhem - from Toyama, Japan -Toyama Stadium

*’ALIVE – POD PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEK WHICH SAW CREME DE LA CREME CAPTURE THE LHW STRAP, 4 QUALIFIED MEMBERS FOR THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT AND JC MCDONALD ANNOUNCE HIS INTENTIONS TO ACTIVATE HIS REMATCH CLAUSE FOR THE WORLD TITLE.] (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE FORD CENTRE. THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SUCH SIGNS AS ‘CROSS OWNS MCDONALD ’, ‘YUKUU WILL WIN ’ AND ‘JOSE RAMON IS A GREAT SALESMAN ’ FINALLY THE SHOT SETTLES ON THE COMMENTARY TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES AT RINGSIDE.) SC:  Hello everyone and welcome to TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!!  We are coming to you live from the sold out Toyama Stadium in Toyama, Japan.  The TFWF continues its tour of the far east and what better place to be than Japan, the birthplace of the hardcore deathmatch, to hold the qualifying matches for our annual King of the Deathmatch Tournament? SJ:  (ignoring Scoop)  Celebrate good times come on!!  Wooo!! SC:  What the hell? SJ:  I’m still celebrating Crème de la Crème’s massive win last week!!  The Desert Sex celebrations have been going on all week!!  I’ve drank my own body weight in Sake and the party is going to continue tonight!!  SC:  Ugh.  Can someone brew a pot of coffee, we need to sober this guy up for the rest of the show!  Folks last week Crème did win the vacant TFWF Light Heavyweight Title but that wasn’t all we saw.  We have our first four qualifiers for the KOTDM tournament as the mysterious Question Mark, Viktor Kovalenko, ‘The Reverend’ James Onlee and the T.F.W.F. European Champion Jonnah Street all booked their place in Las Vegas, who will join them tonight? SJ:  You ask me it’s a simple choice… SC:  Let me guess, Ness, Scorpio, Crème and Fallen Angel? SJ:  Whoa man.  Did you read my mind? SC:  You’re an idiot.  I’m sure Joel Bryant, Jack Hondo, SG Martins and Kent Clark respectively will do everything in their power to ensure it’s not a Desert Sex and TCK clean sweep tonight in the qualifiers. SJ:  Well they’re going to fail more epically than Ty Rail announcing a new sponsorship! SC:  What? SJ:  Nothing. SC:  Well those qualifying matches aside we also have a blockbuster six man tag team match in our main event as JC McDonald, James Onlee and Phenom team to take on the team of Exile, the recently returned from suspension Rhys Pect and the World Heavyweight Champion, Sebastian Cross!!  What a match that will be! SJ:  It shouldn’t even be taking place!  Cross is a crazed lunatic who looked like he was going to try and kill James Onlee last week.  Rhys Pect is a drug user and a cheat who should never be allowed to wrestle in this company again and Exile is a punk bitch!  SC:  The statements that come out of your mouth get dumber with each passing week you know that? SJ:  Yeah well you’re a…. *‘ANEMA’ – TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER CROWD POP!!  THE ARENA COMES UNGLUED AS THE WORLD CHAMPION EMERGES FROM THE BACK.  HE IS DRESSED IN A BLACK T-SHIRT AND JEANS AND HAS THE WORLD TITLE BELT SLUNG OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER.  HE WASTES NO TIME IN MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RAMP AND INTO THE RING.) SC:  This crowd in Japan are going nuts for the World Champion and he looks like he has something to say. SJ:  Let me guess, blah blah blah I hate James Onlee…blah blah blah where’s my wife…blah blah blah where’s my kid!  Change the record Cross! SC:  God damn it Snoop that’s the man’s family you’re talking about and Onlee with the help of Dorian Wong has held them for over six months.  Who knows what has happened to them in that time. SJ:  They’ve probably got really good at praying! SC:  Oh shut up!  (CROSS HAS A MIC IN HAND AND HE MOTIONS FOR THE CROWD TO QUIET DOWN BEFORE RAISING IT UP TO SPEAK.) SC:  You all know why I’m out here.  It’s simple.  I want James Onlee in a match and I want it at Night of the Revolution.  I don’t care what kind of match.  I don’t care what stipulations there are.  I don’t even care if I have to put the World Title on the line.  I want James Onlee one on one. (THE CROWD POP BIG FOR THIS AS CROSS STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING LOOKING MORE INTENSE THAN EVER BEFORE.) SC:  So there’s one man who can make this happen.  Ian Monks, get out here and make this match before I come back there and beat the shit out of you until you book it!  (THE CROWD CHEER AS CROSS WAITS A MOMENT OR TWO UNTIL…) *’BADBOY’ FOR LIFE – P DIDDY PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE HEEL HEAT.  THE OWNER OF THE TFWF EMERGES FROM THE BACK DRESSED IN A SMART DARK COLOURED BUSINESS SUIT.  HE LOOKS DOWN AT CROSS FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) SJ:  Here comes the greatest businessman on the planet and look he isn’t intimidated by the threats of Sebastian Cross. SC:  Probably because he’s got TCK primed to come out here and save his skinny ass if anything happens! (MONKS STEPS INTO THE RING AS CROSS STANDS OPPOSITE HIM WAITING FOR MONKS TO SPEAK.  AS THE MUSIC DIES DOWN AND THE CROWD SETTLE DOWN FROM THEIR BOOING MONKS RAISES A MIC UP TO SPEAK.) IM:  First things first Cross.  You might be the World Champion but let me remind you…I am the owner of the T.F.W.F. and you DO NOT call me out or threaten me in any way, shape or form…do I make myself clear? (CROSS DOESN’T REPLY.  INSTEAD HE CONTINUES TO STARE AT MONKS WITH MURDEROUS INTENTIONS WHICH UNSETTLES THE OWNER OF THE T.F.W.F. SOMEWHAT.) IM:  In any event it’s quite clear to me that a match between you and James Onlee at NOR 10 can not take place… (THIS BRINGS BIG HEAT FROM THE CROWD AND CROSS TAKES A STEP TOWARDS MONKS WHO HOLDS HIS HAND OUT IN A CALMING GESTURE.) IM:  Onlee has already qualified for the KOTDM tournament and furthermore JC McDonald has invoked his rematch clause for a World Title match with you at NOR 10 and you WILL defend the World Title against McDonald at NOR 10. (CROSS CONTINUES TO STARE AT MONKS WHO HAS NOW GOT SOME OF HIS CONFIDENCE BACK AND HE SMIRKS BEFORE DELIVERING HIS NEXT LINE.) IM:  It’ll be nothing new for you Cross…just a case of you putting the World Title before your family once again! (THE CROWD ‘OHH’ AT THIS COMMENT AND MONKS SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS NONCHALANTLY BUT CROSS IS LIKE A CAT AND HE LEAPS ACROSS THE RING, GRABBING MONKS BY THE COLLAR AND SHOVING HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER.  HE REARS HIS RIGHT HAND BACK FOR A KNOCK OUT PUNCH BUT…) *HYSTERIA – MUSE PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE MONSTER HEEL HEAT.  THE CROWD TURN THEIR ATTENTION TO THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS SANDY MAKEL EMERGES.  HE QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AS CROSS LETS GO OF MONKS WHO COWERS IN THE CORNER.  MAKEL SLIDES INTO THE RING AS CROSS TURNS TO FACE HIM.) SM:  Alright tough guy, try that shit with me and see what happens. (THE CROWD ARE AT FEVER PITCH AS MAKEL CONTINUES.) SM:  Last week you came out during my match with Onlee and cost me a chance at retaining the KOTDM tournament.  Let me make something very clear to you ‘champ’ I do not appreciate people getting involved in my matches…just ask Fallen Angel. (CROSS PICKS HIS MIC UP OFF THE MAT BUT BEFORE HE CAN SPEAK MONKS CUTS HIM OFF.) IM:  Sandy…you deal with Cross right now and I’ll give you anything you want. (THE TWO MEN TURN TO MONKS AND MAKEL SMIRKS.) SM:  Oh really?  Well seeing as my headline making year started last year at NOR, how about I start 2010 the same.  Put me in the World Title match with Cross and McDonald. IM:  You got it – just take him out! (CROSS GOES TO PROTEST BUT MAKEL CHARGES AND NAILS HIM WITH A SHOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD AS HE TURNS TO FACE IAN MONKS.  MAKEL THEN DELIVERS THE ‘SEVEN OUT’ TO CROSS KNOCKING HIM OUT COLD!!  THE CROWD ARE BOOING THE HOUSE DOWN AS MAKEL SMIRKS AND IAN MONKS STEPS OUT OF THE CORNER LOOKING LESS TERRIFIED.  HE EXTENDS HIS HAND TO MAKEL AND THE TWO MEN SHAKE HANDS.) IM:  Thank you Sandy.  You’ve got your World Title shot. SM:  Thank you Mr Monks. (MONKS SMIRKS BUT MAKEL PULLS HIM FORWARD AND NAILS HIM WITH A BIG TIME FOREARM SHOT TO THE FACE BEFORE SPIKING HIM WITH THE ‘SEVEN OUT’ AND KNOCKING HIM OUT COLD!!!  THE CROWD ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS AS MAKEL STANDS BACK UP WITH A BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE.  HE PICKS UP THE WORLD TITLE BELT THAT IS LAYING NEXT TO THE UNCONSCIOUS SEBASTIAN CROSS AND HOLDS IT UP IN THE AIR AS THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY.  HE THROWS THE BELT DOWN ONTO CROSS AND HAS A FEW WORDS FOR IAN MONKS BEFORE STEPPING OUT OF THE RING AND MAKING HIS WAY UP THE RAMP.) SC:  Oh my what a start to the night!!  Sebastian Cross calls out Ian Monks but his demand for a match with James Onlee at NOR 10 is denied and instead he will face JC McDonald AND Sandy Makel for the World Title, but what a sucker punch to Monks by Makel!! SJ:  Who in the hell does Makel think he is?  You can’t put your hands on the owner of the TFWF like that!!  Someone needs to do something about this wildcard.  He’s out of control. (MAKEL STOPS AND TURNS TO THE RING AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP.  HE LOOKS VERY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF BUT HE DOESN’T SEE JC MCDONALD SPRINTING OUT FROM THE BACK!!  HE NAILS MAKEL WITH A FOREARM SHOT TO THE BACK AND THEN DRILLS HIM WITH A DDT ONTO THE METAL RAMP KNOCKING HIM OUT COLD!!  MCDONALD STANDS UP SLOWLY WITH A CONFIDENT GRIN ON HIS FACE.  HE STANDS OVER MAKEL AND MAKES A TITLE BELT GESTURE AS THE CROWD SHOWER HIM WITH HEAT!!) SC:  JC McDonald from out of nowhere has laid out Sandy Makel!!  Cross, Monks and Makel are all laid out and JC McDonald looks ready for NOR 10!! SJ:  Yes, yes!!  That was brilliant!!  SC:  Folks we’re off to an wild start here tonight and with the KOTDM qualifiers coming up it’s only going to get wilder!  Let’s take a look at the NOR 10 card so far as we try to restore some order here.  Unbelievable!! [HYPE VIDEO: NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 10.] SC: In our hands now a three way dance for that Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship, the career of Sandy Makel went off like a rocket this time last year and winning that King of the Deathmatches tournament started 2009 refered to as 'The Year of Makel'...whos year will it be this year? Kovalenko, Question Mark, Street and Onlee booked their tickets last week...let's start with this weeks double act Joel Bryant and Ness... KOTDM Qualifier - Brass Knuckles Match Joel Bryant vs Ness (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a King of the Deathmatch qualifier and is a Brass Knuckle Match... *'TERRA IN BLACK'- ALISEAN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON SHOWS NESS DECIMATING HIS OPPONENTS WITH HIS TECHNICAL PROWESS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 235 pounds...Ness!!! SC: Ness of course watched last week Aaron Roberts fail to qualify for this tournament, so he wants to be doing Desert Sex who have three more irons in the fire tonight an early favour. SJ: He will...wanna know why...Joel Bryant has got cocky...he has got arrogant and Ness will exploit that like a pimp exploits a girl with no gag reflex... SC: ... JH: And his opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SC: Crowd loving them some Joel here Snoop, his style very well over with the Japanese crowd. SJ: Well, I don't believe when we go to Tokyo next week...they will be so accomodating. SC: Why? SJ: I have no reason...I just don't like JOEL BRYANT! OK! SC: ... FINISH...Bryant and Ness with no love lost go right at one another with both men looking to use the knucks to their advantage. Bryant however, and maybe because of this successful Hardcore title reign uses some more weapons on the outside of the ring and basically anything he can find around him, the real turning point comes when Joel who has just been on fire for months now catches Ness missing a dropkick off the ropes, Bryant grabs the free knucks and then follows up with a big knuckle fist drop to the face!!! Bryant then looks to set Ness up for the 'Cuyahoga River Fire', but Ness then tries to counter with his own finisher the 'Fade to Black' the two begin scrapping on the mat for leverage, but it's Joel that slaps his into place just quick enough! Ness cannot counter and is forced to tap as Bryant squeaks his way through. Winner, via submission and Qualifying for KOTDM: Joel Bryant Match Time: 10m49s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match, Joel stands up and raises his Hardcore title. Viktor Kovalenko and his manager walk onto the stage and watch. Viktor offers a nod of respect as Joel eyes him with the same respect. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (CUT TO BACKSTAGE, WHERE WE SEE A NERVOUS-LOOKING BETH MCCAIN WITH A MICROPHONE IN HAND.) BM: Ladies and gentlemen? Yuuta Yakuu. (THE CAMERA ZOOMS OUT TO REVEAL THE MASSIVE, STONE-FACED SUMO MASTER STANDING NEXT TO HIS MANAGER, KONICIWA. THE CROWD REACTS IN A MIXED FASHION AS BETH BRINGS THE MICROPHONE UP TO HER MOUTH.) BM: Mr. Koniciwa, what do you think of the TFWF making its way to the land of the rising sun? (KONICIWA LAUGHS, AS YUUTA MERELY NODS.) KO: Splendid, Ms. McCain. Splendid. So much so, in fact – that earlier tonight, Yuuta Yakuu has signed an exclusive contract to compete here in the TFWF, and bring the art of Sumo into the mainstream, yes. (BETH BLINKS, SHOOTING A GLANCE AT YUUTA.) BM: What an announcement, Mr. Koniciwa! KO: And that’s not all – at ‘Night of Revolution,’ as per our contract, Yuuta Yakuu will be challenging for a major TFWF championship title. A championship title he will win, I guarantee. BM: Well, hopefully, this doesn’t rub any of the current champions the wrong way. KO: No matter, Ms. McCain. Because very soon, all will learn the strength of Sumo. All will learn the strength… of Yuuta Yakuu. (AT THIS POINT, KONICIWA TURNS TO YUUTA, AND INSTRUCTS HIM SOMETHING IN JAPANESE. YAKUU NODS, AND QUICKLY NAILS A PHYSICS-BENDING  SAVATE KICK ON ONE OF THE TELEVISION SCREENS BEHIND HIM, SHATTERING IT. BETH YELPS AS YUUTA GIVES HER A RESPECTFUL BOW.) KO: We bid you adieu, Ms. McCain. (KONICIWA SMILES, SAYING SOMETHING IN JAPANESE TO YUUTA AS THEY BOTH HEAD OUT. BETH, MEANWHILE, CAN’T SEEM TO GET THE LOOK OF SHOCK ON HER FACE AS SHE KNEELS DOWN TO EXAMINE THE REMAINS OF THE SCREEN…) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (CUT TO BACKSTAGE IN THE LOCKER ROOM AREA, WHERE WE SEE ALLEN “PORTAL” BARTSCH LACING UP HIS WRESTLING BOOTS. SUDDENLY, THE DOOR OPENS AND IN WALKS KENT CLARK, WHO LOOKS NONE TOO HAPPY TO SEE WHAT APB IS UP TO.) KC: What are you doing? APB: Checking the fit of the new boots I bought. Why? KC: Because last time I checked, I was the one with a ‘King of the Deathmatch’ qualifier tonight. APB: What’s that supposed to mean? KC: What that means, is that if I see you out there during my match with Angel, like you were in the Main Event last week? Then we’ve got a problem, Allan. (APB SNICKERS, SHAKING HIS HEAD. HE CONTINUES LACING HIS BOOTS AS HE SPEAKS UP TOWARDS CLARK.) APB: You still don’t see it, do you? KC: Oh, here we go, again – see what? APB: I came out there last week, because the Commonwealth Connection has been making a fool out of you since day one. What I did was on YOUR behalf, so I’d appreciate a little gratitude. KC: Gratitude? APB: Yeah, gratitude. And furthermore, I wanna know that you have MY back, the way I’ve got yours. So, I want a promise. KC: A promise? APB: That if you don’t advance tonight against Angel, we turn our attention on the Connection and those tag team titles. Deal? (CLARK NARROWS HIS EYES, FOLDING HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST AS HE CONTEMPLATES APB’S REQUEST. A FEW MOMENTS LATER, HE NODS.) KC: Deal. (THE TWO PARTNERS SHAKE HANDS WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, WE HEAR THE UNMISTAKABLE VOICE OF SCORPIO.) SC: Oh, now isn’t that just cute, Ness? Bridging the gap between two generations of losers. Brings a tear to the eye, it does… (A VISIBLY-IRRITATED APB AND CLARK TURN AROUND TO SEE THE “S-FACTOR,” HIMSELF, FLANKED BY NESS.) APB: What do you punks want? SC: What we want is to get our hearing checked. Because if I’m not mistaken, I just heard that you two are going for those tag team titles? KC: And if we are? SC: I take the muzzle off Ness here, so he can break the old man’s hip, and squash YOU like a bug, you little nerd. (A SCARY GRIN CREEPS ACROSS NESS’ FACE AS HE SLOWLY RUBS HIS HANDS TOGETHER.) APB: Well, I’d like to see you try with that broken jaw of yours… SC: Pfft, what bro— (WITHOUT WARNING, APB LUNGES FORWARD AT SCORPIO WITH A RIGHT HAND THAT CONNECTS FLUSH. NESS COMES IN TO BREAK IT UP, BUT HERE COMES CLARK LEAPING OFF A BENCH WITH A DROPKICK ON NESS THAT FORCES HIM INTO THE LOCKERS. ALL FOUR MEN BEGIN TO BRAWL AS SECURITY IMMEDIATELY COME IN TO SEPARATE THEM.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Yutuu set to make his debut at NOR X...I can't believe it Snoop. SJ: Tokyo is going to be off the hook next week Scoop...mostly because I be pimping it like a Samauri Warrior...JACKIE CHAN RULES! SC: I think Jackie Chan is from Hong Kong... SJ: Marq Abriko? SC: Who? SJ: Star of Lex... SC: While Snoop finds the third most successful Asian outside of Abriko, apparently, we will return to in ring action. It's bound to be close its Desert Sex's second chance tonight with Scorpio...and he has to take it. KOTDM Qualifier - Brass Tacks Match Jack Hondo vs Scorpio (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a King of the Deathmatch qualifier and is a Brass Tack Match... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOUR AND A VARIETY OF THE WRESTLER'S MOVES AS SCORPIO STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND SMIRKS. HE TAKES OFF SOME DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND GOES TO HAND THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW, BUT THEN CRUMPLES THEM, LAUGHING AS HE DOES SO) JH: Making his way to the ring, from London, England... weighing in at 225lbs... 'The S-Factor' Scorpio!!! SC: Scorpio wants to end this duck for Desert Sex right now 0-2...but he has to get passed Hondo. Can he do it? SJ: You know I was checking out Scorpio, he looks like a totally different person...I think thats a good sign. A sign of a winner! JH: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! SC: Jack of course a member of the alliance looking to dump out TCK's control...what a feather in the cap if he cant get into a tournament and make his mark in T.F.W.F.. SJ: He look Scorpio already has a feather in his cap! HE WINS! SC: ... FINISH...Scorpio and Hondo have a very see saw match, much like the opener it is very close, but Scorpio seems to have lost a little momentum as of late, needing to find something back, Hondo might not have taken it on any given day, but on this occassion he is able to push Scorpio around a bit more than he might have 6 months ago. Scorpio calls in the reinforcements of Ness to help, but Hondo gets the crowd going and with their momentum takes down Ness as well, Scorpio then looks to hit the 'Glitterazi' onto the tacks he has dropped on the mat, but Hondo blocks it and nails Scorpio into a bulldog onto the tacks! Scorpio screams! Hondo scoops him up and plants him with the 'Pump Hondoslam' onto the tacks. The count sees Jack advancing into the tournament. Winner, via pinfall and Qualifying for KOTDM: Jack Hondo Match Time: 9m41s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars Hondo stands up and picks Scorpio up to his feet and throws him out of the ring onto Ness who is barely getting up. Hondo points to a fan holding up an 'Alliance 4 Ever' sign and nods before making his way to the backstage area. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (BACKSTAGE, THE SCENE SHOWS MAHONEY MACMILLAN AND RHYS PECT TOGETHER FOR AN INTERVIEW.) MM: I’m here with Rhys Pect, the man who only last week had a bounty placed on his head by The Career Killers. Rhys, it must be tough for you to even be here tonight with the situation you’re in… (PECT SAYS NOTHING, JUST LOOKS AROUND AS IF EXPECTING SOMEONE TO JUMP OUT AND ATTACK HIM FROM BEHIND EVERY CORNER) MM: Rhys? (STILL NO RESPONSE, PECT INSTEAD TURNING HIS HEAD AWAY FROM MAHONEY AND STARING OFF CAMERA WITH NARROW EYES, AS IF HE NOTICED SOMETHING.) MM: RHYS! (FINALLY, MAHONEY GETS PECT’S ATTENTION, IN THE FORM OF A SUDDEN JERK OF PECT’S HEAD IN HIS DIRECTION AND AN ANGRY GLARE THAT MAKES HIS TAKE A STEP BACKWARD) RP: DON’T shout at me, Mac. Just… don’t. Right now, the way I’m feeling, the LAST thing anyone wants to do is try and startle me. (PECT LEANS IN, GRABBING MAHONEY BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKING HIM AS HE KEEPS TALKING.) RP: I swear, everywhere I look, there’s someone ready to try and cash in on the price on my head. It could be anyone, Mac. It could be that goddamn hulking bald gorilla Phenom, looking to get another payday at my expense. It could be one of my supposed friends, like Hondo or Exile, thinking that Fallen Angel and the rest of those TCK parasites are making a better offer. Hell, it could be YOU, Mac… (PECT’S EYES NARROW, AND HE STARTS SHAKING A VERY WORRIED LOOKING MAHONEY EVEN MORE VIOLENTLY) RP: Is it? IS IT YOU? MM: N…No… (RHYS LOOKS AT HIM CLOSELY, THEN DROPS HIM, LEAVING A VISIBLY UPSET MAHONEY TO FALL TO THE GROUND AND SCRAMBLE AWAY FROM A SEATED POSITION) RP: Fine, maybe it’s not you. Not today. But tomorrow, next week, it could be. That’s the point we’ve reached now. It’s not just the other wrestlers. It could be anyone! I could be getting smacked over the head with a tray by the tea lady while one of the cleaners is trying to shove a mop handle up my ass! If that’s how it’s gotta be, then fine, I’m Rhys Pect. I’m the proactive one, and if I see ANYONE even coming near me because they think that bounty is worth it, they’re going to find out just how wrong they are. ???: And if you DON’T see them coming? (PECT TURNS AT THE VOICE, RIGHT INTO A HEAVY FIST DELIVERED FROM THE ENIGMATIC QUESTION MARK! PECT STAGGERS FROM THE BLOW, AND GETS LEVELLED BY A FOLLOW UP CLOTHESLINE BEFORE HE CAN CORRECT HIMSELF. WITH PECT ON THE GROUND, QUESTION MARK STARTS GOING TO WORK ON HIM WITH HEAVY STOMPS TO THE HEAD AND BODY, ONLY FOR EXILE TO APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE AND TAKE OUT THE MASKED MAN WITH A RUNNING FOREARM SHOT, MAKING THE SAVE. WITH QUESTION MARK DOWN, HE GRABS RHYS AND HELPS HIM TO HE FEET) EX: Are you all right, Rhys? (RHYS JUST SNARLS, PUSHING EXILE TO THE FLOOR) RP: Stay away from me, Exile! I don’t want any help from you, or anyone else! NONE! I’m not going to drop my guard, no matter how much any of you make it look like you’re on my side! (WITH THAT SAID, RHYS RUNS OFF CAMERA, LEAVING A SHOCKED EXILE ON THE GROUND, WATCHING HIM GO. ALSO STILL ON THE SCENE IS QUESTION MARK, NOW BACK ON HIS FEET, AND WITH EXILE LOOKING THE OTHER WAY HE SPRINTS IN, DELIVERING A HUGE PUNT KICK TO EXILE THAT SNAPS HIS HEAD BACK AGAINST THE CORRIDOR WALL, LEAVING HIM OUT COLD. QUESTION MARK JUST LOOKS DOWN AT THE FALLEN BODY OF EXILE, SHAKING HIS MASKED HEAD AT HIM SLIGHTLY BEFORE WALKING AWAY…) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (OZZY FINCH IS STANDING BY A PUMPED-UP JOSE RAMON, STANDING BEHIND A LARGE TABLE WITH ALL SORTS OF BOXES AND ITEMS LYING AROUND AS ALL SORTS OF PEOPLE LINE UP IN FRONT OF HIM, ALL WAVING MONEY.) JR: HURRY, HURRY, HURRY! Great and exciting new deals here at – OF: Excuse me Jose, could I get a few moments to interview you? JR: Can’t you see I’m a little busy here? (RAMON KEEPS OZZY BEHIND HIM AS ALL THE PEOPLE FINALLY FINISH THEIR BUYING FRENZY. RAMON LOOKS AROUND FOR OTHER PEOPLE AS HE SETS ASIDE THE MONEY, TURNING TO OZZY TO SHOW MOCK INDIGNATION.) JR: You see what you do? Here I am, a hard-working man trying to earn an honest dollar, and you keep coming up here and bugging me and pestering me with all these questions when you KNOW people avoid you like the plague. And all I pulled in was a measly three grand here! (OZZY TURNS TO WALK AWAY, SLIGHTLY DEJECTED BEFORE RAMON SIGHS AND SPINS HIM AROUND, SITTING HIM ON A PILE OF BOXES.) JR: No no, you caused all this trouble; you might as well sit down and interview me. OF: Well, I wanted to get your thoughts about last week, when Phenom attacked you during the Light-Heavyweight championship match. JR: Well, it was a little disheartening to lose, especially since it was to the guy who was Judas Priests’ stand-in for their guitarist. But that’s ok! See, I could cheer myself up with the consolation that Mr. Lite-Loafers was never able to prove he could beat me. Well, that and this ton of stuff here. (RAMON PATS THE BOXES AS OZZY LOOKS AROUND AT THEM, ALL MARKED ‘PHENOM.’) OF: … Did you steal this from Phenom? JR: Steal!? Moi!? Why Ozzy Finch, what kind of man do you think I am? No, all these are special products I asked TFWF merchandising to come up with. As a matter of fact, I have Phenom to thank for helping ME make all this money. After all, I've learned some of the value of treating things like business. In fact, you could say that my recent windfall is all thanks to him. See, his involvement in the main event last week was just the catalyst I needed to launch my online merchandising. Here, tell me what you think. (RAMON PULLS OUT A SHIRT FROM ONE OF THE OPEN BOXES, WHERE IT HAS A BLOODSTAINED BAT ON THE FRONT READING ‘GOT WOOD?’ ON THE FRONT. RAMON TURNS IT AROUND TO SHOW THE BACKSIDE HAS THE SAME BAT, ONLY WITH A GIANT ‘X’ ON IT READING ‘ME NEITHER.’) OF: It’s uh… uh… very interesting. JR: Isn’t it just? Plus I got sent this big ol’ plaque here specifically so I could give it to Phenom for all his generous contributions to a worthy company. (RAMON PULLS UP A PLAGUE WITH A PURPLE PILL IN IT’S CENTER ENGRAVED TO PHENOM FROM ‘THE VIAGRA FOLKS.’ OZZY LOOKS AROUND NERVOUSLY.) OF: I have to ask – are all these pranks really necessary? I mean, he almost killed you right before Ice Storm! JR: Did I hurt? Sure. Was I left for dead in that ring? Absolutely. Could I have been flattened like a pancake? Possibly. But I wasn’t. You see Oz-meister, “almost” only counts in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades. Besides, this is just my way of getting his attention. And trust me when I say, I’ll have his undivided attention after I take back MY Intercontinental championship at Night of the Revolutions. OF: But how do you plan to do that? JR: Well, Mr. McDonald was the one who gave me the idea, which is surprising considering he’s the guy getting fed what to say and do by his buddy Angel. It’s a little something I’m quite familiar with, as it has to do with legalities. And the legality of the situation is summed up in two little words – ‘rematch clause.’ Like ‘Rocky III,’ Phenom caught me unawares. But I’ll be ready for him this time. I’ll be a lean, mean fighting machine, while Phenom will be sucking wind wondering when he can get a shot at that sweet World of Warcraft gig, hoping he doesn’t fade into obscurity again. Phenom, use your money to get you a ton of metal polish and digital cameras, because at Night of the Revolution I’m taking back my Intercontinental title! (RAMON LOOKS AT HIS SHIRT FOR A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE HE TOSSES IT ONTO THE FACE AND BODY OF FINCH.) JR: Here. On the house, Ozzy. OF: … Back to you, Scoop and Snoop. (RINGSIDE.) SC: Phenom and Ramon has been confirmed for Night of the Revolution 10...can Jose regain the belt? SJ: I wouldn't have thought so...he better concentrate on helping men regain erections. SC: I think its more of a joke Snoop. SJ: Impotence is NOT A JOKE! SC: ... KOTDM Qualifier - Baseball Bat Match SG Martins vs Creme de la Creme (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a King of the Deathmatch qualifier and is a Baseball Bat Match... *'I TOUCH MYSELF' - THE DIVYNLS PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A ROSE GOES INTO BLOOM WITH RATHER CAMP T.A.T. FOOTAGE. CREME DE LA CREME WALKS ONTO THE STAGE IN RATHER CAMP FASHION BEFORE PRANCING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing 217 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Creme de la Creme!!! SC: A big win last week for Creme and now the entire reputation of Desert Sex rests on his shoulders... SJ: And never a more manly set of shoulders have they rested on! SC: ... JH: And his opponent... *WHAT'S BEEF- NOTROIOUS B.I.G INSTRUMENTAL* (CROWD POP. THE T.A.T SHOWS A CANADIAN FLAG AND THEN CUTS INTO IMAGES OF SGM PERFORMING HIS FINISHER THE DDT DEATHDROP. SG MARTINS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS UP HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. HE WALKS TO THE RING NODDING HIS HEAD TO HIS MUSIC AND FOCUSING ON THE TASK AT HAND.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing 228 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...'The Evolutionist' S.G. Martins!!! SC: Martins and Addison have been such a successful tag team outfit since they won the gold last year, SG would love to make it to this tournament. SJ: Against a real man like Creme...I dont think so... FINISH...Creme who has been on fire for weeks doesn't allow the fire to stop here. He is all over SG from the outset grabbing himself more than one...opportunity for an intimate feel of his opponent. SG is more than likely thrown off his game by this and suffers in his inability to get his hand for any length of time on the bat. The match is thrown into further chaos when APB comes stomping out of the backstage area to get involved. He is taken out by Chester Addison saving his partner, but the door is opened for Scorpio and Ness to run in. Ness distracts the referee, while Scorpio gets into the ring and his SG with the 'Glitterazi'. Creme grabs the bat and slips it into his legs before locking in the 'Creamy Middle' adding insult to injury. SG is forced to tap under immense pain. Once more Desert Sex lift Creme onto their shoulders as he is their sole member to qualify for the tournament. Winner, via submission and Qualifying for KOTDM: Creme de la Creme Match Time: 8m22s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match, Scorpio and Ness stand in the ring. SG Martins and Chester Addison get to their feet and a stare down between the four commences. APB tries to get involved, but Kent Clark comes out and drags him to the back protesting. (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks...we have seven wrestlers in the books who have qualified...the final one up next, but first Snoop...tag team titles look to be set on the line for the PPV, but Kent won't committ unless Angel is out tonight. SJ: You think Kent fricking Clark is going to be Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel a 7 time World Champion vs. a man who lost a shoe lacing competition to a 4 year old. SC: Thats not even true... SJ: Ok she was 5... SC: (sigh) Let's go to Jaycee... KOTDM Qualifier - TKO Match Fallen Angel vs Kent Clark (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a King of the Deathmatch qualifier and is a TKO Match... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (CROWD POP. SONIC BOOM BEGINS TO PLAY AS KENT CLARK SPRINTS OUT THE BACK, AND SPRINTS TOWARDS THE RING FASTER THAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing in at 215 pounds...'The Eight Bit Bid' Kent Clark!!! SC: Now if you ask me Snoop, Clark has been lead astray by APB. SJ: Good job nobody asked you... JH: And his opponent... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (BIG BAD CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds… Fallen Angel!!! SC: If he qualifies tonight, he will be the only man in this tournament who has ever won the tournament before. In 2008 it was his year, can he do the same this year? SJ: And you think of the reward Scoop...only Onlee has ever held the World title before. Kovalenko, Bryant, Hondo, Street, Question Mark are all making their tournament debuts and Creme hasn't been active for sometime either. Angel has all the experience if he can win tonight...NO WAIT...when he wins tonight. FINISH...Kent Clark has often been considered the underdog shockmaster with an ability to turn matches of the impossible on their head and he wastes not time in this one throwing everything he has at Angel. Angel however is that seasoned attacker in the ring picking his spots and moments specificallt when the initial heads of steam Kent has have worn off. But its Kent who has Angel on the ropes and threatening the upset of all upsets. He has him in real trouble when APB comes down to the ring. Bartsch goes for Angel, Kent tries to pull him away, but Bartsch shrugs him off and Kent stumbles back and slips out of the ring. The referee tries to seperate Angel and Allen, but its Desert Sex who hit the ring and assault Kent on the outside before sliding him into the ring. Angel levels Bartsch to the outside picks up the assaulted Kent and hits the 'Cradle of Darkness' he allows the ten count and advances to the next round. Winner, via TKO and Qualifying for KOTDM: Fallen Angel Match Time: 11m48s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars SC: STOLEN! Kent was on a roll... SJ: Instead he won't be eating rolls in LA this year...looks like Allen got his wish! SC: Funny that... SJ: Your sense of comedy sucks. SC: I meant that...OH NEVERMIND! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (ACTION CUTS BACKSTAGE. JONNAH STREET IS WATCHING BACK SOME HIGHLIGHTS OF TONIGHTS SHOW SO FAR. HE IS TAKING NOTES ON YUTTU AND HIS SUPERKICK FROM HIS INTERVIEW EARLIER, RHYS PECT GETTING ATTACKED BY THE QUESTION MARK AND OF THE MATCHES THAT HAVE ALREADY TAKEN PLACE. SEEMINGLY TRYING TO LEARN AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. HE CARRIES ON WRITING HIS NOTES AS JC MCDONALD WALKS IN. THE JEERS FROM THE CROWD CAN BE HEARD EVEN BACKSTAGE, STREET LOOKS UP AND THE TWO MEN SLAM FISTS IN A SHOW OF AFFECTION AND JC TAKES A LOOK OVER JONNAH’S NOTES) JC: Preparing? JS: Want to be ready for the KOTDM that’s all and of course a little research on other projects... JC: Yeah, you need to be. It’s Question Mark I’d be most concerned about. JS: Yeah, I take it you enjoyed his little show earlier? JC: Heh, of course I did. Rhys Pect is now a marked man and every time I see someone take him down and try to claim that bounty I get a little more excited than the last time. That son of a bitch’s time is running out and he knows it. JS: Yeah, but you just know he will have a trick or two up his sleeve, we need to be careful how we play this. JC: I wouldn’t worry, rumours already going round that he is trying to worm his way into the World Title match at NOR. What he seems to not realise is that he won’t make it to NOR, and even if he did. I’d beat him into submission myself. As for Cross? Well he already knows I won’t accept defeat again. JS: Rhys in the title match? Well if you want to ensure he doesn’t make it, I think I have an idea... JC: Which is? JS: Maybe it’s time we get a bit more serious, and up the bounty on his head? JC: That my friend, is an inspired idea... (JC PATS JONNAH ON THE SHOULDER AS THE TWO MEAN LEAVE TO SEEMINGLY DISCUSS THEIR NEW PLAN) (BACKSTAGE WE SEE MAHONEY MCMILLAN WITH SANDY MAKEL, WHO’S SPINNING HIS CUSTOM DIE ON THE PALM OF HIS OTHER HAND LOOKING CALMLY AT MAHONEY.) MM: Well, we saw it earlier tonight and it is official – Sandy Makel challenging for the Undisputed championship. SM: Was there ever any doubt? MM: Well, can I get your thoughts on your opponents JC McDonald and Sebastian Cross? (MAKEL STOPS THE DIE FROM SPINNING, LOOKING AT MAHONEY INQUISITIVELY.) SM: In what way, Mahoney? MM: I’m… sorry? SM: Well, I mean should I sound angry and aggressive like McDonald, should I be an inattentive like Cross, or should I be some sympathetic, caring idiot like the rest of the locker room? MM: I don’t under – (MAKEL TAKES THE MICROPHONE FROM MAHONEY’S HANDS, SHOVING HIM OUT OF THE WAY.) SM: Here, let me just do it the best way – my way. McDonald, Cross… you two have been so damn FIXATED on this whole Dorian Wong situation playing out and how it affects YOU that you’ve neglected to keep a watchful eye on potential challengers. Well whether or not you two care to admit it, you’ve fucked up BIG time! Thanks to Monks and his cowardice, you’re about to have a wrinkle thrown into your little ideas, JC. You wanted to have your little rematch clause pushed Mouldy? I’m fine with that. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t think of a better time personally – after all, what better way to begin my next reign on top of the TFWF mountain than by taking out the two challengers who’ve been scuffing up MY championship belt? I’m looking forward to seeing what plan you and your mates’TCK cook up, because I love to see how spectacularly it will fail. As for you Cross – you’re better off not having the distractions of a championship belt with all that shit you’re going through, so really I’m just doing you a big favor and taking it out of your way. Get it straight – I could care less about this situation you’re finding yourself in, I’m in it to win it. So you better get your head straight and your eyes focused on the guy right here, because at Night of the Revolution last year I kick started my push to the top and this year I plan to do it again. So get yourselves ready gentlemen, because at Night of the Revolution, the Dice comes loaded, weighted with the Undisputed championship! (MAKEL GIVES A SMIRK AS WE CUT BACK TO SNOOP AND SCOOP.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: So we now have this rumour circulating about Rhys Pect being involved in the Main Event of NOR 10 and being a fourth member in this World title match...Cross wanted Onlee one one one and now he has contend potentially with three of the best... SJ: The man doesn't even care about his family you know...and I am glad they have a real husband/father in James Onlee.. SC: You are a disgusting individual. Sebastian Cross/Exile/Rhys Pect vs JC McDonald/James Onlee/Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *’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!!! SJ: THE 2010 FATHER OF THE YEAR!!! SC: You are an asshole... JH: And his partner... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Phenom!!! SC: Jose Ramon a target for him no doubt, but he needs to have his wits about him tonight Snoop. SJ: Phenom is business, all business every damn night! JH: And their partner... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. THE SELF ABSORBED TOTALLY ACTION TRON VIDEO OF JC MCDONALD APPEARS ON THE SCREEN. HE WALKS WITH A SWAGGER ONTO THE STAGE. HE EXTENDS HIS ARMS AND PULLS OFF A DOUBLE BICEP POSE FOLLOWED BY A FRONT BICEP POSE AS GOLD SHOWERED PYROS FALL AROUND HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 268 pounds...'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! SC: Makel in the picture and now potentially Pect as well...it's all looking very tough for this man as well. SJ: JC handles pressure Scoop...I tell you he will be 3 time World Champion by the time NOR 10 is over... JH: And their opponents... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY 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...Exile!!! SC: Exile has not been too vocal on his plans for New York, we can only assume at this moment he won't be at NOR 10. SJ: Thank God, this Sinatra rip off pisses me off anyways... JH: And his partner... *'GRAVEMAKERS AND GUNSLINGERS' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. RHYS PECT WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS T.A.T. PLAYS. HE PAUSES FOR THE MOMENT UNDER THE BABY BLUE PYROS THAT SHOWER THE ENTRANCE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Miami, Florida...weighing 228 pounds...Rhys Pect!!! SC: HE CLAIMED IT WAS A BOGUS DRUGS RAP...TONIGHT WE FIND OUT THE TRUTH IF PECT STILL CAN HANG IN THIS RING! SJ: Pect's career was over years ago... JH: And their partner... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (ARENA SHAKING POP. ALLOWING THE HEAVY BREATHING EFFECT OF THE SONG TO PLAY. CROSS STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD IN A MESSIAH STANCE. HE SPINS AROUND AS THE SONG KICKS IN WITH A BLUE PYROS FALLING DOWN ALL AROUND HIM. CROSS MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: OH MY HERE COMES CROSS! ENTRANCE IS GONE! HE IS AFTER ONLEE AND LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! SJ: MAYHEM ON MAYHEM SCOOPER!!!! FINISH...Cross and Onlee's confrontation clears house for a few seconds before McDonald brings it back to normal wanting a piece of Cross himself. The action is thick and fast between the two teams with the heel team taking control breaking down Pect into a beating for a while and cutting off his access to his partners. Phenom makes sure when he delivers his shots to signal to McDonald the devastation he is inflicting. Its a real knock down and drag out affair. Exile comes in and his showing alongside Cross' is something very, very strong, no doubt this is match of the week, with all the men involved pushing themselves to the limit. However, Desert Sex comed down to the ring and grab for Pect and a beat down commences on Rhys! SC: DESERT SEX ARE NOW TRYING TO CASH IN ON THE PECT BEATDOWN BOUNTY! IS ONE OF THEM TRYING TO BE THE 4TH TCK MEMBER? SJ: CREME IS SO MACHO HE COULD BE TCK'S 4TH! Exile goes to help out his buddy as then Jack Hondo hits the ring to get the alliance members rocking and rolling back together. The crowd are on their feet. With the chaos, Cross goes for glory and goes for Onlee and looks to nail his tormentor, but is caught by McDonald who levels him with a 'Perfecto' in the middle of the ring. McDonald picks up Cross and looks to gorilla press slam him over the top rope when Makel comes leaping over the barricade he spears McDonald and Cross out of the ring as the crowd go crazy!!!! SC: SANDY MAKEL! REVENGE FOR EARLIER! OH MY GOD!!!! Phenom is walking around the ring slightly dazed as Exile and Pect slide back into the ring. They go for a doulble clothesline and knock Phenom over the top rope, Exile then suicide dives onto Phenom getting the Japanese crowd back on their feet. Pect turns around and is leveld by James Onlee. Onlee slaps on the 'Deliverance' with nowhere to go. Pect taps out in the ring as Onlee delivers a win for his team. Onlee gets to his feet, but Cross is on his now and the Champion comes into the ring and goes for Onlee, but Pect is up and gets in the way allowing Onlee to slide out. Cross is livid with Pect and pushes him. Rhys who has had enough of tonight counters by nailing the World Champion with a ddt!!! SC: PECT HAS SNAPPED! TOO MANY ATTACKS AND HE HAS SNAPPED TONIGHT! SJ: CROSS JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Pect stands for a moment holding his injury from the Onlee submission. He looks down at Cross and then nods his head. It seems now...Pect has made up his mind to be in the match at NOR 10. Winners, via submission: James Onlee, JC McDonald & Phenom Match Time: 16m32s Match Rating: 4.5 Stars (END SHOW.)