DATE: 25th January 2010
Monday Mayhem - from Tokyo, Japan -Tokyo Dome
*’ALIVE – POD PLAYS*
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEK WHICH SAW RHYS PECT TAPPING TO JAMES ONLEE AND THEN TURNING ON AN IRRATE SEBASTIAN CROSS WHEN CROSS CONFRONTED HIM POST MATCH. ON TOP OF THAT HIGHLIGHTS OF THE 8 MEN WHO ARE IN THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT]
(THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE FORD CENTRE. THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SUCH SIGNS AS ‘PUT PECT IN OUR MAIN EVENT’, ‘VIKTOR AND JOEL...OH MY!’ AND ‘YUKUU COUNTRY’ 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!! Folks, it’s an historic night for the TFWF as we are coming to you live from one of the most famous wrestling venues in the entire world, the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo Japan!!
SJ: This place is incredible, there must be at least fifty thousand fans in here tonight…and three quarters of them are here to see me! Amazing!
SC: Give me a break! Folks, tonight is the final TFWF Monday Night Mayhem before Night of the Revolution 10 where the King of the Deathmatch tournament will be held in Los Angeles and the rest of the blockbuster card will take place in New York! It’s our yearly double header and this year the KOTDM tournament is wide open with seven out of the eight entrants being first time competitors in the KOTDM tournament!
SJ: Fallen Angel vs. Jonnah Street in the final, I’m calling it right now!
SC: Wow, shock of the year there, Snoop sides with TCK! We haven’t even had the brackets yet – Jonnah and Angel could be facing off in the first round! Anyway I’m sure the likes of Jack Hondo, Viktor Kovalenko, Joel Bryant, the mysterious Question Mark, James Onlee and Crème de la Crème will be more than confident of their own chances of winning!
SJ: Onlee maybe, if he isn’t too busy filming Joseph Cross’ first steps for the family album!
SC: You are sick you know that?
SJ: Tell me something I don’t know!
SC: Well it’s a history making night here tonight in the Tokyo Dome as the TFWF takes the final step on the road to NOR 10 and what a night of action we have for you tonight! Our main event of the evening could headline any Pay Per View and it will no doubt tear the house down as JC McDonald and Sandy Makel face off one on one!!
SJ: Makel was able to insert himself into the World Title match at NOR making it a triple threat with Cross and McDonald, but last week JC let him know in no uncertain terms that if he’s going to be involved in the World Title scene he’s going to have to get through The Mould!
SC: The word around the dressing room is Rhys Pect has petitioned the TFWF Championship Committee to be included in the World Title match at NOR 10.
SJ: Yeah well I’ve heard Pect won’t make it until the end of the night thanks to the TCK bounty on his head!
SC: That remains to be seen but last week Pect had what some would call a lucky escape following an attack by the man known only as Question Mark. Tonight this mysterious figure teams with one of the most hated men in all of wrestling, The Reverend James Onlee as they take on the team of Joel Bryant and Viktor Kovalenko – what a war that match could be!
SJ: Could? This one will wreck the Tokyo Dome, never mind Dorian Wong blowing up Wembley, those four could tear this place down with their bare hands!
SC: I can’t wait to see how Bryant and Kovalenko interact as a team, there’s been some interesting confrontations between those two in recent weeks and both are considered among the favourites for the KOTDM tournament.
SJ: I just hope Onlee has arranged for childcare for Joseph so he can concentrate fully on the match and not worry about Sebastian Cross trying to steal his son!
SC: I’m not even dignifying that with a response. Folks we’ve also got a match tonight that I know a lot of people are very interested in seeing, namely Jose Ramon facing off with Exile in a one on one match.
SJ: These two had one of the most intense and personal feuds in TFWF history in 2009 so I don’t know how this one is going to go. Hopefully Ramon makes it to the ring in one piece because after his comments to Phenom last week, the Intercontinental Champion is going to be hunting him down!
SC: Of course Ramon and Phenom will meet once again with the IC Title on the line at NOR 10! Well that’s not all we’ve got in store for you tonight as SG Martins and Kent Clark clash in a battle of two of the best young talents on the TFWF roster.
SJ: Kent Clark needs to get his priorities right and start listening to APB. If he can focus and take out one half of the Tag Team Champions here tonight that has to put Kent and APB in line for a Tag Title shot at NOR 10.
SC: Another match with possible bearing on the Tag Title scene is our opening contest as APB, Chester Addison and Scorpio clash in a triple threat match!
SJ: Scorpio for the big win!! It’s the era of Desert Sex with Crème qualifying for the KOTDM tournament last week and it’ll continue with Scorpio winning here tonight!
SC: So there you have it folks, the final Monday Night Mayhem before NOR 10 and it’s going to be another classic night of TFWF action!!
*'GRAVEMAKERS AND GUNSLINGERS' - COHEED AND CAMBRIA PLAYS*
(BIG ASS CROWD POP! RHYS PECT EMERGES FROM THE BACK DRESSED IN A BLACK T-SHIRT AND JEANS. HE LOOKS AROUND HIM A FEW TIMES BEFORE QUICKLY MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TO THE RING.)
SC: Here comes the man who last week made a huge statement of intent and many have speculated he could be added to the World Title match between Sebastian Cross, JC McDonald and Sandy Makel at NOR 10!
SJ: He’s also the most wanted man in the world today…there’s more people after Pect right now than are looking for Osama Bin Laden!!
(PECT LOOKS MORE INTENSE THAN EVER BEFORE AS HE STANDS IN THE RING WAITING FOR THE CROWD NOISE TO DIE DOWN. THE CROWD CHANT HIS NAME BUT PECT DOESN’T REACT AS HE SLOWLY RAISES THE MIC UP TO SPEAK.)
RP: A marked man. That’s what everyone is calling me, a marked man. I can’t walk down a corridor without looking over both shoulders. I can’t trust anyone, Exile, Jack Hondo, none of them. They call themselves my allies but I don’t buy it. Last week I had Desert Sex come out during the main event and try to take me out. So well done TCK, job done. The entire world is waiting to see who will take me out and try to claim the spot as the fourth member of TCK. Congratulations, you’ve kept me from getting to Fallen Angel and you’ve got the whole wrestling world thinking about taking me down and claiming your bounty. I can live with it though. I can deal with it. I’m just not going to stand around and wait for the sky to fall on my head. I’ve always been known as pro-active so let’s get this shit over with right now!!
(PECT ROARS THE LAST FEW WORDS IN THE MIC AND LOOKS EVEN MORE FIRED UP.)
RP: Someone wants to take me out of this sport? You think you can do what Fallen Angel couldn’t and break my spirit? Then let’s go, right now! You want the fame and the power you get from TCK? Then man the fuck up and try me. Come on, I’m ready, let’s do this right now!!
(PECT RIPS HIS T-SHIRT IN HALF AS THE CROWD ROAR IN SUPPORT OF HIM! HE STANDS BREATHING HEAVY AND WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO TRY AND TAKE HIM DOWN WHEN SUDDENLY…)
*’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS*
(SUPER MASSIVE CROWD POP!! THE TOKYO DOME COMES UNGLUED AS THE WORLD CHAMPION STEPS OUT ONTO THE RAMP DRESSED IN HIS STREET CLOTHES. CROSS AND PECT LOCK EYES AND THE TENSION IN THE AREA IS INCREDIBLE AS CROSS MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.)
SJ: I knew it!! Cross is going to be the fourth member of TCK.
SC: Will you shut up! There is no way in hell Sebastian Cross would join TCK!
(PECT AND CROSS ARE NOW FACE TO FACE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AS THE CROWD BUZZ WITH EXCITEMENT. PECT SNEERS AT CROSS AND RAISES THE MIC UP.)
RP: So it’s you huh? You better take your best shot ‘Champ’ because you’re only going to get one chance before I rip your head off!
(CROSS SMIRKS AS HE RAISES A MIC UP.)
SC: Settle down Rhys, I’m not out here to claim TCK’s bounty and I don’t give a shit about your issues with them. I only care about one thing and that’s to take James Onlee apart and get my family back. Instead I’ve got distractions each and every week with you being the latest to get involved in my business. I thought you’d be more keen on taking piss tests than pissing me off!
(THE CROWD ‘OHH’ AT THIS COMMENT AS PECT SHAKES HIS HEAD AND TAKES A STEP FORWARD.)
RP: So what do you want Cross, an apology? You want me to say sorry for laying you out last week at the end of the show?
SC: No. I just want to know if it’s true and you’ve been added to the World Title match at NOR 10. I want to know what kind of fight I’m going to have to get through at NOR 10 to finally get my hands on James Onlee.
(THE CROWD RUMBLE WITH NOISE AS PECT SMIRKS AND CROSS ADJUSTS THE WORLD TITLE ON HIS SHOULDER.)
RP: Like I said before, being a marked man isn’t easy, but if I’m going to be a marked man, I should hold the most important prize in wrestling today! You forget Cross but long before you arrived in the TFWF I was the guy who was blazing a trail across this company, setting records, selling out arenas and defending that World Title. So you want to know if Rhys Pect is going for the World Title at NOR 10? You bet your ass I am!!
(THIS BRINGS A HUGE CROWD POP AS CROSS LOOKS FURIOUS.)
SC: Rhys Pect confirms he’s in the World Title match at NOR 10 making it a four way match!
SJ: How in the hell can this drug using cheat get a World Title shot?
SC: It’s never been shown he actually used drugs and you know that to be true. It could have all been a set up by Fallen Angel.
SJ: Oh please, TCK would never stoop that low!
*'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(SUPER MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. THE CROWD ARE BOOING THE HOUSE DOWN AS JC MCDONALD APPEARS ON THE STAGE. HE IS DRESSED IN A SMART BUSINESS SUIT AND LOOKS FURIOUS AS HE IS HANDED A MIC BY A RINGSIDE OFFICIAL.)
JCMD: Pect, I don’t know what kind of shit you’ve pulled with the TFWF Championship Committee but this is BULLSHIT!
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PECT LOOKS AMUSED AS MCDONALD STARES A HOLE THROUGH HIM AND SEBASTIAN CROSS.)
JCMD: First Makel and now you! What the hell is happening to this company? I’m the only real number one contender around here. I’m the only person who can take that World Title from Cross and adding a drug cheat like you and a punk like Makel to the match is another bullshit move that TCK are not going to stand for!
(MORE BIG CROWD HEAT WHICH MCDONALD IGNORES.)
JCMD: Pect, you’ll be lucky to make it to NOR 10 if half the people who have shown interest in being the fourth of TCK come good on their word you’ll be lying in a hospital bed for the rest of 2010! As for you Cross, get your fucking mind on the prize. Onlee isn’t your concern right now. Right now you need to worry about the unstoppable force that is JC McDonald hunting down you and your World Title and taking back what is rightfully mine at NOR 10!
(THE CROWD HEAT IS HUGE AS CROSS SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF.)
JCMD: Tonight I’m going to take Makel out before the Pay Per View and then deal with you two at NOR 10, it’s going to be real simple…
*’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP MIXED WITH BOOING. MAKEL WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH A HUGE GRIN ON HIS FACE AS MCDONALD IS CUT OFF MID-SENTENCE.)
SC: The true wildcard of the World Title match and the TFWF as a whole is out here and JC McDonald does not look impressed.
SJ: I’m not surprised! He should be facing Cross at NOR 10 and taking the World Title back for TCK. I don’t like how Makel and Pect have weaselled their way into this match!
(MAKEL AND MCDONALD STARE INTENTLY AT EACH OTHER AS MAKEL REMOVES A MIC FROM HIS POCKET AND LOOKS SUPER CONFIDENT.)
SM: Alright Mr HGH take it easy…you’re making a lot of assumptions there big man and you’re going to look pretty damn stupid when you can’t back them up later tonight!
(MAKEL AND MCDONALD ARE NOW FACE TO FACE AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP AS THE CROWD ARE NOISE AS HELL AND HYPED UP.)
JCMD: No assumptions Makel, these are promises. I’m taking you out before NOR 10 and I’m taking my World Title back.
SM: You can flap your gums all you want JC, the fact remains that Cross beat you at Ice Storm. I beat your pal Angel and if it wasn’t for that bogus drugs test Rhys would no doubt have won his match at Ice Storm too. Now I don’t give a shit what the other two do. All I care about is becoming World Champion once again and I’m going to do it at NOR 10!
JCMD: You think you’re the bad ass of the TFWF these days huh? Let’s prove it. Fuck waiting for the main event, I’ll kick the piss out of you right now!
(THE CROWD ROAR AS MAKEL AND MCDONALD DROP THEIR MICS AND LOOK READY TO BRAWL WHEN SUDDENLY THE CROWD’S ATTENTION IS DRAWN BACK TO THE RING AS PECT IS ON THE MIC.)
RP: You two assholes need to wait until later if you want to…
(THE CROWD ARE SHOCKED AS PECT IS CUT OFF BY A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW FROM SEBASTIAN CROSS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!!! EVEN MAKEL AND MCDONALD ARE STUNNED AS CROSS STANDS OVER PECT AND MOUTHS ‘THAT’S FOR LAST WEEK’ BEFORE HOLDING THE WORLD TITLE BELT UP FOR A BIG CROWD POP.
CROSS STANDS TALL OVER PECT AS MAKEL SHAKES HIS HEAD AND FLIPS MCDONALD OFF BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE BACK. MCDONALD STARES DOWN CROSS FOR A MOMENT OR TWO LONGER BEFORE FINALLY TURNING AND HEADING BACKSTAGE AND LEAVING CROSS STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH THE WORLD TITLE HELD HIGH OVERHEAD.)
SC: I can’t believe that shot to Pect from Cross!! You could almost call it a cheap shot but as Cross said, it was payback for Pect’s DDT on him last week at the end of the show!
SJ: See, this is why Cross shouldn’t be World Champion, he’s too unpredictable and too out of control to represent this company!
SC: Well the tensions couldn’t be any higher between Cross, McDonald, Pect and Makel and it’s going to come to a head at NOR 10 as all four men will clash for the World Title! That will be a match for the ages and we’re going to go to a quick preview of NOR 10 before our first match of the night!
[HYPE VIDEO: NOR 10 CARD SO FAR.]
APB vs Scorpio vs Chester Addison
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'ENTERTAINMENT' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS*
(CROWD POP. A UNION JACK FLASHES ACROSS THE TRON THEN THE WORDS 'QUEEN, COUNTRY, MONEY'. CHESTER ADDISON WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN HEADS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE)
JH: Making his way towards the ring, from London, England...weighing 224 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Chester Addison!!!
SC: So your Chester Addison and you know you have two of your opponents in the ring here right now for Night of the Revolution 10...what is going through your mind?
SJ: If I am Chester Addison...I would be constantly wondering what my parents were smoking when they named me.
SC: WILL YOU STOP!
JH: Introducing...
*'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS*
(CROWD BOO. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!!
SC: Sounds like this crowd is finally having enough of APB, Snoop.
SJ: How ironic, I was just begininng to like him!
JH: And their opponent...
*'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS*
(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 has pretty much guranteed victory tonight, I guess he sees this as do many as the chance to make a bold statement before the three way dance for the Tag Team titles at the PPV.
SJ: I think that pink boa is a bold statement...about how much machismo he has!
SC: ...
FINISH...A decent opener. APB seems a little off this week, but neither Scorpio or Addison seem to be in top form either. However, its a see saw battle between the two to take the advantage. Scorpio hits his 'S-Factor' on Addison and goes for the pin, but APB breaks it up. Bartsch and Scorpio go at it. Addison recovers a little and hits a beautiful standing drop kick. Scorpio loses his balance and falls out of the ring. Addison then locks Bartsch in position and nails a 'Final Notice'. Scorpio cannot scramble back into the ring quick enough before the referee counts three and awards the match to Addison.
Winner, via pinfall: Chester Addison
Match Time: 9m02s
Match Rating: 3 Stars
Scorpio backs up the ramp pointing in the direction of Chester who grabs his belt and holds it above his head with a groggy APB still out for the count.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(CUT TO BACKSTAGE, WHERE WE SEE AARON "THE COBRA" ROBERTS CHECKING ON HIS RING GEAR IN THE DESERT SEX DRESSING ROOM. HE LOOKS PUMPED AND READY TO GO, WHEN SUDDENLY, WE SEE CREME DE LA CREME ENTER WITH A FLIRTY SMILE. IN HIS WRESTLING TIGHTS AND A T-SHIRT WITH A PICTURE OF MONICA FROM "FRIENDS" ON IT (THE WORDS, "I LOVE COX" EMBLAZONED BOLDLY ON THE FRONT), HE PUTS A HAND ON AARON'S LOWER BACK, TRYING TO SURPRISE HIM.)
CC: Hey there, studly. What're you up to?
AR: "The Cobra's" ready to go, that's what -- he's finally medically cleared to wrestle since retaining HIS North American championship.
(CREME LOOKS MILDLY CONFUSED, PURSING HIS LIPS.)
CC: ...but you've already wrestled since 'Ice Storm.'
(NOW, ROBERTS HAS A LOOK OF CONFUSION ON HIS FACE, SCRATCHING HIS HEAD.)
AR: I did?
CC: Yeah, honey -- you did.
(AARON LAUGHS GOOFILY, SMACKING HIS FOREHEAD.)
AR: Well, then -- looks like the Cobra's just been waaaayyy too busy with the chicks to remember! Hehehe... hehe... heh...
CC: So, Aaron... the guys and I were talking, and you're the only one of us at NOR that doesn't have a match.
AR: Damn right. "The Cobra's" finally got a day off to sit and just polish his belt.
CC: Well, why don't you come to LA and cheer me on, huh? The other boys are gonna be in New York, and I can use someone like you behind me.
AR: Like, to cheer?
CC: That, too.
AR: Well, you know what, maybe I--
(THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN, AND THIS TIME WE SEE THE MANAGER OF YUUTA YAAKU, MR. KONICIWA , FROM LAST WEEK. HE WALKS IN, POLITELY BOWS, AND APPROACHES THE REIGNING NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION. HIS JAPANESE ACCENT IS FAIRLY THICK, BUT THE MESSAGE IN HIS WORDS IS CLEAR.)
MK: Roberts-san.
AR: Uh, Creme? Who the hell is this guy?
MK: I have announcement for you.
AR: Wait, right now?
MK: Yes. 'Night of Revolution,' you will receive great honor... great award.
AR: Another music award?
(CREME GIDDILY CLAPS HIS HANDS LIKE A GIRL AS AARON DOES A FIST-PUMP IN THE AIR.)
MK: You misunderstand. At 'Night of Revolution,' you have challenge from Yuuta-san.
AR: What the hell is a Yuuta-san?
MK: Yuuta Yakuu. Next North America champion.
(KONICIWA BOWS ONE LAST TIME, A SMALL GRIN ON HIS FACE, BEFORE EXITING. WE SEE AARON AND CREME LOOK AT EACH OTHER AS "THE COBRA" PEERS OVER AT HIS NORTH AMERICAN TITLE.)
AR: Goddammit -- first Ukraine, now China?!
(ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.)
(CUT TO BACKSTAGE, WHERE WE SEE "THE WAR HOUND," VIKTOR KOVALENKO, MARCHING DETERMINEDLY DOWN A HALLWAY. HIS FACE IS AS MEAN AS EVER, EVIDENCED BY A FEW TFWF PRODUCTION TEAM MEMBERS SCURRYING AWAY. SUDDENLY, VIKTOR STOPS, NARROWING HIS EYES AS THE CAMERA PANS OUT TO SEE NONE OTHER THAN JOEL BRYANT...)
JB: Kovalenko.
VK: ...
(VIKTOR'S NOSTRILS BEGIN TO FLARE AS JOEL IS DOING HIS BEST TO TRY AND DE-ESCALATE THE SITUATION.)
JB: Not very talkative, are you? Well, that's fine, 'cause after last week, it's official. You and I? We're both in the King of the Deathmatch tournament, and lemme just tell you right now that I look forward to standing across from at some point in Los Angeles.
(VIKTOR SNEERS FOR A MOMENT, FOLDING HIS MONSTROUS ARMS OVER HIS CHEST.)
JB: Easy, Viktor. Look... I'm not one of these guys like Desert Sex, or Phenom, or even the Killers. If we go at it in LA, rest assured it's gonna be the kind of fight that you're looking for... that I'm looking for. But let's talk about tonight, shall we? Tell me up front -- can we co-exist or not?
(VIKTOR NODS HIS HEAD SOLEMNLY, BEFORE FINALLY SPEAKING A FEW SENTENCES IN UKRANIAN. BRYANT IS OBVIOUSLY CONFUSED AS HE GESTURES FOR VIKTOR TO SLOW DOWN.)
JB: Whoa, whoa -- let's try that again. My Ukrainian's a little dusty, I admit...
(VIKTOR SNORTS.)
VK: I said... tonight, no need to worry.
(NOW, IT'S JOEL WHO NARROWS HIS EYES.)
JB: Tonight, huh? That so?
VK: But if we meet again in California... friend or enemy... I will end you.
(BRYANT NODS HIS HEAD, BOLDLY STEPPING UP TO THE HULKING UKRAINIAN. HIS TONE IS DELIBERATE, ALMOST THREATENING.)
JB: Then let's make sure you make it to LA in one piece, huh? 'Cause I'd love to see that.
(BOTH SUPERSTARS ARE IN QUITE THE INTENSE STAREDOWN AS JOEL BACKS UP AND ONCE AGAIN, OFFERS HIS HAND. KOVALENKO EYES IT AND SHAKES IT WITHOUT QUESTION, OFFERING ONE MORE THOUGHT AS JOEL BEGINS TO WALK OFF.)
VK: Do me favor tonight, tovarisch -- show me why.
JB: Why, what?
(THERE'S THE TINIEST HINT OF A SMIRK ON VIKTOR'S FACE AS HE SAYS HIS LAST WORDS.)
VK: ...why everyone says I should fear you.
(THE TWO SUPERSTARS GIVE EACH OTHER A MUTUAL NOD OF RESPECT AS THE SCENE FADES OUT.)
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Aaron Roberts was never medically cleared to wrestle...that is very concerning Snoop, and now more so he is facing a Japanese sumo legend...with the North American Championship on the line.
SJ: This is not fair to Aaron! He doesn't know what is going on!
SC: Also folks, the talked about potential meeting of Kovalenko and Bryant at the tournament is something a lot of people are buzzing about tonight they are actual partners...speaking of partners, both these men will have seen theirs in action earlier, Martins and Clark give us a second mini preview of Night of the Revolution 10.
SG Martins vs Kent Clark
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS*
(BIG 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: Kent Clark here still a firm favourite with the crowd.
SJ: What a Japanese crowd in love with basically a computer game nerd...SHOCKER!
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: The Evolutionist has captured the imagination of these fans with the run of the Commonwealth Connection...what a signal of intent if he can pick up a win over Kent.
SJ: I literally am becoming bored by the second...I wonder if this is like the shadow of a disease dropping over me...like leprosy...OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY HAND!
SC: It's holding the side of your face in a 'Home Alone' moment.
SJ: Oh yes...
SC: ...
FINISH..Clark and Martins bring an above average encounter, both no doubt with thoughts of NOR 10 and a chance to grab Tag Team gold for Kent and he comes out blazing, taking advantage of a rocky performance from Martins. Clark eventually catching Addison with the 'Dragon Punch' he rolls him up and grabs the three to send an important message for next week to them. As he celebrates in the ring, Scorpio slides in and connects with a 'S-Factor' on Kent. He then starts a beat down on the dazed Martins. This forces Addison out of the back from earlier. He guns for the ring, but Ness has planted himself in the crowd and launches over the rail onto him completing the post match beat down. Desert Sex walk up the ramp celebrating as they turn around standing there is APB. Bartsch swings a right and decks Ness, but Scorpio wastes no time high tailing it back down the ramp, over the guard rail and through the crowd.
Winner, via pinfall: Kent Clark
Match Time: 8m19s
Match Rating: 3 Stars
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(BACKSTAGE, BETH MCCAIN STANDS ALONGSIDE SANDY MAKEL, WHO IS LEANING NONCHALANTLY AGAINST THE CORRIDOR WALL WITH A SLIGHT SMIRK ON HIS FACE AND HIS ARMS FOLDED.)
BM: I’m here with Sandy Makel, who in a short while will be stepping into the ring against JC McDonald in a match that could set a major tone for the World Title contest set for NOR 10. Sandy, how are you feeling going into the match tonight?
SM: Oh, I positively wetting myself with nerves here, can’t you tell?
(MAKEL JUST CHUCKLES AT BETH, WHO LOOKS SLIGHTLY TAKEN ABACK BY THE DRIPPING SARCASM)
SM: What did you expect me to say, Beth? Come on, am I supposed to be worried about Mouldy? TCK have come at me one at a time and team handed more times than I can count, and I can count a six deck Blackjack shoe. Last I looked, I’m still standing, still beating them in the ring, and still getting my long overdue shot at putting that Undisputed Title back where it belongs, right around my waist.
(SANDY’S SMIRK GROWS AS HE SAYS THE LAST PART, AND BETH TAKES THE OPENING TO SPEAK AGAIN)
BM: Speaking of the Undisputed Title match, last week you put yourself firmly in the middle of the mix, but you weren’t the only one. Rhys Pect inserted himself into the match at the end of the Main Event on Mayhem last week and set up the match as a four way encounter. What are your thoughts now that the match is finalised?
SM: That it doesn’t make much difference. Seriously. I mean, I said it last week and I’ll say it again. I’m going to take that title back, no matter what. Cross can take it as the favour it is, and go after Onlee without all that excess baggage to carry around. McDonald, well, he’s probably the only guy in the world who can be a multiple time world champion and not even be a factor, since he’s always going to be the bitch that gets himself carried on a pedestal by whoever his friends are that week, and come NOR all his friends are going to be on the other side of the country. As for Rhys… well, he’s going to be so busy looking over both shoulders for the next guy that wants to scalp him, he probably won’t notice it when I pin them both to the mat.
BM: But…
SM: No, Beth. No buts, no ifs, no maybes. This is just what it is. I’m Sandy Makel, the Dice, the ultimate damn wildcard, and when the dust settles at NOR, everyone is going to see exactly just how damn dangerous that makes me. Tonight, McDonald gets a preview, and when it comes to the crunch the message is going to be simple. When the stakes are at their highest, a loaded Dice is the LAST thing you want rolling against you.
(ON THAT, SANDY JUST PUSHES OFF THE WALL, GIVES BETH A CHEEKY LITTLE PAT ON THE HEAD, AND WALKS AWAY SMILING…)
(ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.)
(CUT TO INSIDE OF IAN MONKS’ OFFICE, AS HE IS BUSY LOOKING OVER VARIOUS DOCUMENTS. THERE IS A KNOCKING AS IN WALKS RAMON WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE.)
JR: You wanted to see me, chief?
IM: Don’t call me chief.
JR: Sure thing chief. What’s up?
IM: It concerns your match with Phenom for the Intercontinental title.
JR: Ooh, wait a minute.
(RAMON STEPS OUTSIDE THE OFFICE, COMING BACK IN WITH THE ‘GOT WOOD’ SHIRT SEEN LAST WEEK.)
JR: Sorry, you reminded me I needed to drop this off for you.
IM: I didn’t… that… I can get that for free anyway!
JR: Yeah, but then you wouldn’t be paying me for beating the crap out of Phenom.
IM: I already do – I mean, stop talking and pay attention!
(MONKS SLAMS ON THE DESK FOR A MOMENT BEFORE REGAINING HIS COMPOSURE.)
IM: I recently had a request come in for a stipulation to be added to the match that I think I – and everyone else – would like to see.
JR: Ooh, Viagra on a Pole. Is it Viagra on a Pole? Please say it’s Viagra on a Pole. Or a Swede, or…
IM: You’re such a funny man… well a few weeks ago, you remember bumping into Exile?
(RAMON SUDDENLY IS A LITTLE MORE SERIOUS, HIS EXPRESSION GUARDED.)
JR: Yeah, so?
IM: Well you two made such great TV last year, I’ve decided to do a few things about it. One obviously is that the two of you are meeting for your match in a few moments. The next is that he’s going to get to know you and Phenom much more intimately since he’s joining you in challenging for the Intercontinental title at Night of the Revolutions.
(MONKS GIVES A SMIRK AS RAMON’S EXPRESSION BECOMES EXTREMELY ANGRY. HE STALKS OUT OF THE ROOM WITH MONKS GIVING HIMSELF A SMALL NOD BEFORE RAMON BURSTS BACK IN, A CHAIR IN HAND THAT HE THROWS AGAINST MONKS’ WALL, CAUSING HIM TO DUCK.)
JR: YOU SON OF A BITCH!
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: Talk about putting the cat amongst the pigeons Snoop...Exile has been inserted into this Intercontinental Championship match. I personally see this as a massive plus factor for Phenom because he will know Exile wants to tear Jose limb from limb!
SJ: What a bold move by Mr. Monks...I hope he makes that idiot Ramon pay for the damage to his office...
SC: What did you think of Sandy Makel backstage there?
SJ: He did not give me even a tingle down below...I mean...ummm...fine.
SC: Ummm...let's go to Jaycee...
SJ: What...STOP LOOKING AT ME!
Jose Ramon vs Exile
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'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: You think of all that time back in PWR where Exile got back on track...and he wanted to be here for one reason to prove something to everyone.
SJ: Well he proved to me he is a complete moron. WELL DONE SPAZ!
SC: Will you stop!
JH: And his opponent...
*'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS*
(THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs... 'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!!
SC: The jokes are gone from Jose Ramon...
SJ: Thank God...he wasn't even fucking funny...YOU SUCK! WE WANT ABRIKO!
SC: Sit down!
FINISH...Best match of the night so far as an old rivalry treats the fans of Japan to some near falls and almost moments between two very evenly matched wrestlers on the night, it is literally a case of either one could take the spoils at even given moment and with both missing their own finishers and trying to score the other finishing move on each other a moment had to be caught. It's Jose Ramon who reminds Exile of what he is capable of, Exile goes for a hurricanrana off the second rope, which Jose counters into a powerbomb pin, but unseen to the ref, Jose flicks his feet onto the rope and Exile is counted down for three. As Exile and the referee argue post match, Exile turns around and shoves Ramon. Ramon shoves back and the two are jawing again. Phenom hits the ring and nails them both with a double clothesline. He then grabs them both around the throat and in one of the moments of the night delivers a double 'Final Destination' on the mat. The IC Champion stands there with a look of satisfaction on his kisser.
Winner, via pinfall: Jose Ramon
Match Time: 13m22s
Match Rating: 4 Stars
(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.)
(T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.)
SC: Welcome back folks...Phenom making a major impact there on the match between Exile and Jose Ramon laying them both out at the end there and letting them know he was the Intercontinental Champion.
SJ: Wait...they didn't know...don't they read our website? IT IS RIGHT THERE!
SC: Nevermind...
James Onlee/Question Mark vs Joel Bryant/Viktor Kovalenko
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...currently in the ring from Parts Unknown...at an undisclosed weight...Question Mark!!!
SJ: Hmmm more clues to who he is...
SC: THATS THE SAME INFORMATION FROM A WEEK AGO!
SJ: To the untrained eye...but Fallen Angel is also from Parts Unknown...they are bound to be neighbours!
SC: ...
JH: And his partner...
*’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: Sebastian Cross stands in the back tonight knowing he has three men after his World title, but knowing even more that this man currently houses his family somewhere in the world...how must he be feeling?
SJ: Hmmm...the wife and kids are away for the forseeable future, I bet his internet porn bill has been through the roof and Dominoes has been on speed dial. I imagine he is doing rather well.
SC: ...
JH: And their opponents...
*'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.)
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: Joel Bryant has been on a roll in the T.F.W.F. recently and many want to see him become King in a few short weeks.
SJ: King of what?
SC: THE DEATHMATCHES! JESUS!
JH: And his partner...
*'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS*
(MIXED REACTION. THE ARENA GOES DARK AS THE T.A.T. SHOWS A BLACK-AND-WHITE MMA TRAINING MONTAGE. THE LIGHTS AROUND THE TRON FLARE TO THE BEAT OF THE WAR DRUMS AS WE SEE A STONE-FACED VIKTOR KOVALENKO MARCH OUT WITH THE UKRAINIAN FLAG DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs... "The War Hound," Viktor Kovalenko!!!
SC: Kovalenko what a success story he could become if he won this tournament...
SJ: I would eat a giant shit if he did...
SC: That is a pretty bold...and slightly disgusting statement.
SJ: 2 Girls 1 Cup paved the way for poop munching Scoop.
FINISH...Without a doubt match of the night as 4 of the best go at it like we have not seen before. There seems to be little advanatge with either side as the put on a clinic. Question Mark is very very solid again, Kovalenko is his destructive self, Bryant continues to prove why he is fast becoming the man of 2010 in T.F.W.F. and to top it off Onlee is showing little signs of ring rust. Unfortunately something had to give, Question Mark maybe a bit pissy at an Onlee tag and with thoughts drifting to the tournament lays his own partner out with a shot to the back of the head before hitting a stunner! Onlee stumbles back and is nailed with a flying tackle by Kovalenko who near spears him out of his wrestling boots. Kovalenko walks over and pulls Question Mark into the ring and takes him down with a vicious jackhammer, before mounting him with punches. Joel Bryant wastes no time locking Onlee in the 'Cuyahoga River Fire'. Onlee with nowhere to go taps the mat and watches a big win for Viktor and Joel in a great contest.
Winner, via submission: Joel Bryant and Viktor Kovalenko
Match Time: 14m20s
Match Rating: 4.5 Stars
After the match Kovalenko and Bryant stare across from one another again. Bryant extends a hand, Kovalenko and him shake, but then pull one another close in going nose to nose. The crowd are on their feet as they are just jawing with one another. All of a sudden, Sebastian Cross hits the ring. He goes for speeding into both of them to get to Onlee. Bryant not impressed pushes Cross away who nails him with a 'Re-Liberation' he then tries to push past Viktor and grabs for Onlee who is rolling out of the ring...Viktor unimpressed grabs the world Champion and hurls him to the mat, he is about to leap onto him and do some damage, when Bryant pulls Viktor off of Cross. Viktor is unimpressed with this as well and takes down Joel!!! Joel and Viktor roll on the mat trading punches and knee strikes as security comes down to seperate them.
SC: What the hell is going on here...Cross has lost it again and went for Onlee and then all hell broke loose.
SJ: Cross is making a hell of a lot of enemies with this need to get to Onlee...who would have thought he would be delivering a 'Re-Liberation' to Joel Bryant...
SC: Whatever the case, Cross needs to get his head in the game and fast...real fast, or he will become a marked man very quickly by a lot of the T.F.W.F..
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.)
(AARON ROBERTS IS PACING THROUGH THE BACKSTAGE AREA WITH A LOOK OF FEAR ETCHED ACROSS HIS FACE,HE IS LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY, AND BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IT ISN’T HIS BEAUTICIAN. AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE BACKSTAGE AREA HE GRABS A MEMBER OF THE TFWF PRODUCTION CREW AND SHAKES HIM. A LOT)
AR: Where’s Ian Monks? This can’t be happening. The Cobra cannot go out there and get in the ring with that Monster. After all The Cobra is only just cleared to wrestle again! He might try and eat The Cobra!! Have you seen the size of him??! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAY SOMETHING!!!!
GUY: Umm sir, please stop shaking me... I haven’t seen Mr. Monks for a while, he was in TCK’s locker room last time I saw him.
AR: Fine, now get out of The Cobra’s way. He has serious business to attend to!!
(AARON LETS THE CREW MEMBER GO AND PACES OFF IN THE DIRECTION OF TCK’S LOCKER ROOM. HE ROUNDS A CORNER AND IS STOPPED ABRUPTLY BY THE SIGHT OF THE GIANT YUUTA YAKUU. AARON GULPS AND TRIES TO EDGE BACK AS THE SUMO JUST STARES AT HIM AND GRUNTS. AARON CONTINUES TO EDGE BACK BUT IS FORCED FORWARD AND RIGHT INTO YUUTA’S FACE AS A RUSH OF JAPANESE JOURNALISTS ALL RUSH ROUND AND SNAP PHOTO’S AND ASK QUESTIONS TO YAKUU. AARON’S FACE HAS SINCE TURNED VERY PALE AND THE PANIC EVIDENT. HE HAS NOWHERE TO GO AND YUUTA IS STILL STARING A HOLE STRAIGHT THROUGH HIM. EVENTUALLY THE PENNY DROPS AND THE JAPANESE MEDIA STOP FOCUSSING THEIR ATTENTIONS ON YUUTA AND ‘OOOH’ AS THEY REALISE THE MAN STOOD SHITTING HIMSELF IS THE MAN YUUTA WILL FACE AT NOR 10. THE CROWD SPREADS OUT LEAVING A LITTLE BIT OF ROOM FOR THE TFWF STARS AND THEIR ONE SIDED FACE OFF TO CONTINUE)
Y: あなただけ日前に腰の周りには、タイトルに残っている。(You only have days left with that title around your waist).
(AARON IS STILL CRAPPING HIMSELF, YUUTA INCHES FORWARD AND THE CHAMP GULPS AGAIN. EDGING BACK. THE COBRA IS CLEARLY NOT READY FOR THIS CHALLENGE)
AR: The Cobra’s Japanese isn’t very good... However.... あなたのお母さんは犬のような顔をして、彼女は5ドルの男の子の爆破をするのが好き。(Your mother has face like dog, and she likes to blow off boys for five dollars).
(YUUTA’S FACE TURNS A SHADE OF RED AT THIS COMMENT)
AR: And with that being said, and The Cobra showing you such respect sir.... How about you join Desert Sex and be The Cobra’s friend? After all... あなたのよう兼げっぷ、おそらく彼が部屋にすべての少年がオフ吸血されていない得ることができるすべてのお友達が必要... (A cum burper like you probably needs all the friends he can get when he isn't sucking off every boy in the room...)
(YUUTA INCHES FORWARD SOME MORE)
AR: Can The Cobra take that as a yes??
(YUUTA INCHES FORWARD, HIS FACE GETTING REDDER BY THE SECOND)
AR: No’s fine too... No works... The Cobra will be off now....
(AARON TURNS AND LEGS IT AWAY, RUNNING FASTER THAN HE HAS PROBABLY EVER RAN BEFORE. YUUTA GIVES CHASE BUT THE COBRA’S SPEED ADVANTAGE SEE’S HIM FLY OUT OF THE TOKYO DOME AND INTO THE STREETS. THE JAPANESE PRESS ARE WRITING ALL OF THIS DOWN AND SEEM EXCITED TO SEE YUUTA IN RING AT NOR 10)
(ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.)
(RAMON IS HEADING OUT OF THE BUILDING, GEAR IN HAND AS HE MUMBLES TO HIMSELF.)
JR: Stupid… lousy… can’t he take a –
(SUDDENLY RAMON BUMPS INTO SOMEONE, CALLING OUT ANGRILY BEFORE LOOKING UP.)
JR: Try watching where you’re…
(STANDING IN FRONT OF RAMON IS EXILE, ROADBLOCK IN TOW BEHIND HIM; THE TWO STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS WITHOUT A SOUND. FINALLY ROADBLOCK GIVES A NERVOUS COUGH.)
RB: Say, either of you have –
E: Cookies by the car, Roadblock.
RB: Cookies!
(ROADBLOCK RUNS OFF, LEAVING THE TWO ALONE AS THEY STARE AT ONE ANOTHER. FINALLY RAMON LOOKS AWAY, GIVING A NERVOUS CHUCKLE.)
JR: So, how have you been?
E: Oh, you know – beaten, bruised, and tortured. And that’s just recovering from what you did to me.
JR: Yeah, about that… I don’t suppose saying ‘sorry’ would be enough?
E: Hmm, let me think on – of COURSE NOT!
(EXILE GETS RIGHT IN RAMON’S PERSONAL SPACE, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL.)
E: YOU TOOK AWAY MY FAMILY!
JR: Yeah!? Well… well… you took away mine!
E: Oh, was that before or after you SENT your sister to me!?
JR: I… she… that’s neither here nor there!
E: Right, just like you knew your little ‘jokes’ would hurt people’s feelings which is why you planned to have Phenom make sure I couldn’t beat you properly.
JR: Hate to break it to you, but Phenom wasn’t out there beating just you up. Contrary to the opinion of one, you are NOT the center of the universe.
E: Hi Pot, my name’s Kettle. Listen, you may have fooled everyone else with this little song and dance, but I know you. I may have come to fight the TCK, but I’m staying so I can kick your ass!
(THERE’S A SCUFFLE BETWEEN THE TWO AS EXILE RUSHES RAMON INTO THE WALL. THE TWO CONTINUE FIGHTING WITH ONE ANOTHER BEFORE EXILE SWINGS AT RAMON, WHO DUCKS AND LIFTS EXILE UP AND BEHIND HIM INTO AN OPEN GARBAGE BIN. DUSTING HIS HANDS RAMON TAKES A MOMENT TO LOOK DOWN AT EXILE.)
JR: All I wanted to do was apologize. Stay out of my way and back in the garbage where you belong.
(RAMON DUSTS HIMSELF OFF AND WALKS AWAY… RIGHT INTO A SWINGING BAT TO THE FACE! RAMON CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND AS PHENOM WALKS IN, CHUCKLING WHILE CARESSING ‘LOUIS.’ HE PULLS OUT RAMON’S ‘GOT WOOD’ T-SHIRT AND TOSSES IT ON RAMON BEFORE GRABBING THE REST OUT OF HIS BAG AND TOSSING THEM INTO THE GARBAGE OVER EXILE.)
P: I bet you wish you had ‘wood’ now, don’t you?
(PHENOM KICKS RAMON FOR GOOD MEASURE BEFORE WALKING OFF.)body.ecxhmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;}
(RINGSIDE.)
SC: EXILE AND RAMON ARE GOING AT IT!
SJ: Get the people from One Night in Paris!
SC: ...
SJ: What?
SC: And what the hell was Aaron thinking?
SJ: He is not...the man is concussed...we need a doctor to look after him. I wonder if when Creme said he wanted to play doctor...he might he was a doctor...
SC: ...
Sandy Makel vs JC McDonald
(BELL RINGS.)
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD 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: McDonald feeling somewhat annoyed as we saw at the top of the show about this whole damn feeling of being well...ousted from his rightful number one contendership.
SJ: And he would be right to, I think it is a disgrace.
JH: And his opponent...
*’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS*
(MAJOR ASS CROWD POP. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…he is the 2009 King of the Deathamatches... Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!!
SC: He answers to no man except Sandy Makel and this crowd love it!
SJ: Yeah and this is where McDonald will make him pay!
FINISH...A nice solid Main Event of back and forth action commences as it seems no love is lost between these two men. Makel seems to have an early advantage and is solid as ever, but there is a fire in the eyes of McDonald this week which maybe Sandy has overlooked. Neither man has a clear cut advanatge as Mayhem has proved this week time and time again. Makel looks to try and secure the waist lock on McDonald to execute the 'Seven Out', but McDonald powers out, he then hits a big clothesline on Makel and knocks him down hard. McDonald lifts Makel to his feet and hits a quick fired Perfecto just about getting all of it. A debateable three count later when Makel might have got a shoulder up is seen, but McDonald gets the win. McDonald rolls out of the ring and makes a belt sign around his waist as Makel looks stunned he was counted down. As McDonald backs up the ramp. Rhys Pect emerges at the top. The finale of Mayhem centered on three challengers gunning for the Champion who still seems hell bent on destroying the T.F.W.F. to get to James Onlee.
Winner, via pinfall: JC McDonald
Match Time: 12m39s
Match Rating: 4 Stars
(END SHOW.)