DATE: 31st May 2010 Monday Mayhem - from Sydney, Australia -Wentworth Park

*’ALIVE – POD PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEKS MAYHEM ARE SHOWN INCLUDING THE FALL OUT BETWEEN VIKTOR AND JOEL AND THE CHILLING PROMO BY FALLEN ANGEL TO CLOSE OUT THE SHOW, THIS COUPLED OF COURSE WITHT HE STUNNING OTHER HALF OF THE MAIN EVENT ANNOUNCED.] (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE FORD CENTRE. THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SUCH SIGNS AS ‘CHESTER FOR PRIME MINISTER ’, ‘LATRIISHA IS ONE HOT MOMMA ’ AND ‘THE ONE RING CIRCUS SUCK ’ 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 Wentworth Park in beautiful Sydney, Australia.  Folks, this is the final Monday Night Mayhem show before the biggest Pay Per View Event of the TFWF calendar year, Death or Glory 2010 is nearly upon us and Snoop, these fans here in Australia are in for one hell of a night of action!! SJ:  If they would all put down their beers and get off their kangaroos they would probably enjoy the show more! SC:  Will you stop!?  Australia has welcomed the TFWF with open arms and with Death or Glory only a few weeks away this is the most exciting time I can remember in the TFWF for a long time.  Tonight we’ve got a very intriguing main event match as the World Heavyweight Champion, Sebastian Cross faces off against Legion in a non title match! SJ:  Everyone knows it’s Cross vs. Onlee vs. Wong at Death or Glory inside Hell in the Cell with the World Title on the line.  What everyone doesn’t know is that tonight Legion is going to shock the world, he’s going to beat Sebastian Cross and leave him set up perfectly for James Onlee to destroy at Death or Glory! SC:  There’s no doubt Legion is going to look to do Onlee’s bidding here tonight, but let’s be honest, Sebastian Cross is heading into Death or Glory to end this whole saga and I’m sure he’s got something lined up for Legion.  SJ:  It better be his RSVP to the wedding of Onlee and Whitley! SC:  You’re a sick, sick man.  Folks we’ve also got a very unique tag team match tonight as Viktor Kovalenko teams with Chester Addison to take on the unusual team of Joel Bryant and Kent Clark. SJ:  It’s the Intercontinental Title match at Death or Glory with the North American Title match mixed in!  I’d be shocked if Kovalenko and Addison don’t walk out of here with the win tonight.  I mean TCK have been impressed by Kovalenko recently, so that automatically makes him a winner in my eyes! SC:  Of course it does!  Thankfully Kovalenko hasn’t seemed too enamoured with the way TCK have been scouting him in recent weeks.  A lot of the matches on the card tonight are very intriguing and the match between Latrisha and MDK is one that has a lot of people talking. SJ:  Only because they’re wondering just how badly MDK is going to mess up Latrisha’s beautiful face!  SC:  I wouldn’t worry about that Snoop.  MDK might be one of the most dominating men on the TFWF roster but that won’t phase Latrisha at all.  She’ll be more than a match for the big man here tonight.  SJ:  And if she does get horribly disfigured there’s always a job for her working for me.  I could use a woman with Latrisha’s ‘assets’ around my apartment! SC:  I hope one of these days she hears these lines from you and comes down here and smacks you in the face!  Tonight we also have another unique tag team match as Scorpio and Phenom team up to take on Exile and Jose Ramon. SJ:  You really think Exile and Ramon can work together as a team here tonight?  Not a chance in hell.  In fact there’s more chance of getting Phenom to record a version of ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas’ with Scorpio!  SC:  Now there’s a thought!  Our opening match of the night has some real bad blood behind it as Dragon Demonico finally gets his hands on APB! SJ:  I don’t know what the problem is with Demonico but he needs to back off from APB before he gets hurt! SC:  Are you kidding me?  APB has been running around the TFWF for nearly a year now, making accusations, beating people down, attacking anyone that doesn’t follow what he says or does!  He’s gone after Demonico twice now and I know for sure the newcomer is going to let APB have it with both barrels here tonight! SJ:  Well he better hope it’s a kill shot, because if not, APB will break his damn neck! SC:  There you have it folks.  It’s the final Monday Night Mayhem before Death or Glory and I’m sure we’re going to…. *‘ANEMA’ – TOOL PLAYS* (SUPER MASSIVE CROWD POP!  THE CROWD IN THE ARENA GOES INSANE AS THE WORLD CHAMPION APPEARS FROM THE BACK AND STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP.  CROSS FIXES THE CROWD WITH A LOOK OF FEARSOME INTENSITY AS THEY CONTINUE TO GIVE HIM A ROCKSTAR RECEPTION.  HE IS DRESSED IN A PLAN WHITE T-SHIRT AND BLACK TROUSERS WITH THE WORLD TITLE BELT SLUNG OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER.  HE NODS TO THE CROWD SLIGHTLY BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TO THE RING. ) SC:  The people of Australia are losing their minds for the World Champion and rightfully so!  This man is walking into hell at Death or Glory with everything he has worked for and loved in his life on the line.  Look at the intensity on his face here tonight!  SJ:  That’s not intensity, that’s fear!  He’s scared of Onlee, he’s scared of Wong and he’s going to finally lose it all at Death or Glory!  I love it!!  (SEBASTIAN CROSS STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A MIC IN HAND AS THE CROWD CHANT HIS NAME.  HE RUNS HIS HAND ACROSS HIS HEAD AS HE COMPOSES HIS THOUGHTS BEFORE RAISING THE MIC UP.) SC:  It’s hard to put into words what I’ve been through over the past two years at the hands of James Onlee and Dorian Wong.  There’s only so much pain you can suffer before it just becomes background noise.  You all know what has happened to my family thanks to these monsters.  You’ve all seen the physical pain they’ve put me through.  The scars on my body are a constant reminder of all the times I’ve failed to stop them.  The empty side of the bed I look at every night reminds me of what I’ve lost.  The fact that the only thing I can truly remember about my son is the smell of his skin and the colour of his eyes…is what makes me come back each and every time… (THE CROWD ARE HUSHED AS CROSS’ VOICE BREAKS SLIGHTLY AND HE LOWERS THE MIC FOR A MOMENT.  HE LOOKS OUT AT THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE WHO ROAR THEIR SUPPORT.  CROSS MOTIONS WITH HIS HAND IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT.  HE LOOKS AT THE WORLD TITLE BELT ON HIS SHOULDER AND THEN HOLDS IT UP FOR THE WORLD TO SEE.) SC:  This is the key to it all.  This piece of gold and platinum that represents all that is great and good in professional wrestling.  This is what these men covet.  Wong and Onlee can talk about my failings as a father.  They can mock me.  They can claim to be able to give Whitley and Joseph a better life that I could but that’s not what this is about.  Not for them.  This is about power.  This is about control.  Control over me and if you have this Title, control over this company.  They both want what every weak willed man wants.  They want it all but they don’t want to work for it.  They don’t have the scars that I have.  They haven’t been beaten down and bloodied as often as I have.  Onlee and Wong want my life, they want my family, they want my Title…but at Death or Glory they’re going to find out that these things do not come without the highest price…this is beyond wrestling and beyond what we know about pain and suffering.  At Death or Glory, this ends and I promise you people, I promise Whitley and Joseph, I will get you back.  I will make you safe and I will put James Onlee and Dorian Wong in the ground ONCE AND FOR ALL! (THE CROWD POP IS OFF THE CHARTS AS CROSS STARES INTENTLY AT THE CROWD FOR A MOMENT OR TWO BEFORE RAISING THE MIC BACK UP.) SC:  At Death or Glory there will be no more games, no more tricks, no more attacks from the shadows.  That cell door will close behind us, it will lock and I will unleash a hell on James Onlee and Dorian Wong that even their sick and twisted minds couldn’t imagine!  This ENDS at Death or Glory…no matter the cost…no matter the pain…no matter how much I bleed…I will not stop…I will not take a backwards step…this is it…end game…this match is the destination we’ve been travelling towards for the past two years and when the dawn breaks on June 24th this story ends in the only way it can…I get my family back… (THE CROWD POP AGAIN IS MONSTROUS AS CROSS WHISPERS THE FINAL WORDS AND LOWERS HIS HEAD FOR A MOMENT.  HE THEN LOOKS BACK UP WITH A SMIRK ON HIS FACE AND RAISES THE MIC UP.) SC:  Onlee, tonight you are going to get just a glimpse of what awaits you at Death or Glory.  Wong, tonight you get to see just how dangerous you’ve made me.  Tonight as I slam my fists into Legion’s face.  As I stamp his head into the mat all I will see is you Onlee.  All I will hear is your voice Dorian.  Tonight I make an example of Legion and I will leave him lying in a pool of blood and broken teeth…. *’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY’* (MONSTER HEEL HEAT.  THE CROWD IN THE ARENA BOO THE HOUSE DOWN AS CROSS IS CUT OFF BY THE ARRIVAL OF JAMES ONLEE.  A FEW MOMENTS PASS BEFORE EVENTUALLY A NUMBER OF ONLEE’S PARISHIONERS EMERGE FROM THE BACK AND LINE UP ALONG EITHER SIDE OF THE ENTRANCE RAMP.  FINALLY ONLEE HIMSELF EMERGES WEARING A LONG CLOAK AND HOOD. CROSS LOOKS UP AT ONLEE WITH MURDEROUS INTENT AS ONLEE STARES BACK AT HIM WITH A SLIGHT SMIRK ON HIS FACE.  WITH HIS PARISHIONERS SURROUNDING HIM ONLEE TURNS TO THE TA-TRON AND POINTS AT IT, ALL THE WHILE STARING AT CROSS. THE CROWD ARE BOOING LOUDLY AS THE TA-TRON COMES TO LIFE WITH FOOTAGE OF WHITLEY CROSS STANDING IN A WHITE WEDDING DRESS WITH A NUMBER OF ONLEE’S PARISHIONERS.  THE CROWD EXPLODE WITH MONSTER HEEL HEAT AS ONLEE CONTINUES TO SMIRK AS ON THE TA-TRON WE SEE THE SMALL FIGURE OF JOSEPH CROSS DRESSED AS A PAIGE BOY! IT’S TOO MUCH FOR CROSS WHO ROARS LIKE A WILD ANIMAL AND SPRINTS TO THE ROPES AS THE CROWD POP WITH EARTH SHATTERING FORCE!!  HE VAULTS OVER THEM AND LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE AS ONLEE’S PARISHIONERS TRY TO RUSH HIM.  CROSS IS TOO QUICK THOUGH, THROWING RIGHT AND LEFT HANDS KNOCKING DOWN PARISHIONERS AS THEY COME TOWARDS HIM!     CROSS IS HALF WAY UP THE RAMP AT THE PARISHIONERS KEEP COMING AT HIM AND HE KEEPS LAYING THEM OUT WITH PUNCHES!!  ONLEE STARTS TO LOOK WORRIED AS ONLY FIVE PARISHIONERS ARE LEFT STANDING!  CROSS SUPERKICKS ONE AND THEN NAILS ANOTHER WITH A RUNNING FOREARM STRIKE TO THE HEAD! THE CROWD NOISE IS OFF THE CHARTS AS IT LOOKS LIKE CROSS IS ABOUT TO REACH ONLEE WHO IS SLOWLY BACKING OFF BUT SUDDENLY THE CROWD NOISE TURNS TO MASSIVE HEAT AS DORIAN WONG LEAPS THE GUARD RAIL AND ONTO THE RAMP WITH A CHAIR IN HAND!!!  HE SLAMS IT ACROSS THE BACK OF CROSS WHICH DROPS HIM TO HIS KNEES.  WONG STANDS OVER CROSS SMIRKING BEFORE RAISING THE CHAIR UP AND SMASHING IT DOWN ONTO CROSS’ HEAD, BUSTING HIM WIDE OPEN IN THE PROCESS!! WONG STANDS OVER CROSS BREATHING HEAVILY AND ADMIRING THE BLOOD WHICH NOW POURS FROM CROSS’ HEAD AND DOWN ONTO HIS WHITE T-SHIRT. THE CROWD CONTINUE TO BOO AS ONLEE POINTS TO WONG AND HIS REMAINING PARISHIONERS BEGIN TO SLOWLY SURROUND WONG! JUST AS THEY ARE ABOUT TO ATTACK JACK AND JILL RUSH FROM THE BACK WITH METAL PIPES IN HAND!  WONG CHARGES INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE PARISHIONERS AS JACK AND JILL BEGIN SWINGING WILDLY AT ANYONE WHO COMES NEAR THEM!! THE CROWD ARE GOING INSANE AS A FULL ON BRAWL BREAKS OUT ON THE RAMP!  JAMES ONLEE STANDS PERFECTLY STILL WATCHING THE MAYHEM UNFOLD AS LAW AND ORDER AND TFWF SECURITY RUSH OUT FROM THE BACK TO TRY AND BREAK THE FIGHT UP!!  CROSS ROLLS OFF THE RAMP AND TO THE FLOOR AS HE TRIES TO REGAIN HIS SENSES BUT HE IS STILL BLEEDING LIKE A STUCK PIG AS THE BATTLE BETWEEN WONG, JACK, JILL AND ONLEE’S PARISHIONERS CONTINUES!  EVENTUALLY MEMBERS OF THE SYDNEY POLICE FORCE EMERGE FROM THE BACK TO HELP BREAK UP THE BRAWL!! EVENTUALLY WONG IS DRAGGED AWAY BY FOUR SECURITY GUARDS AS HE SCREAMS AT JAMES ONLEE THAT THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE AT DEATH OR GLORY!!  THE CAMERA EVENTUALLY COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE AS ORDER IS SLOWLY RESTORED.) SC:  This is insane!!  This issue between Cross, Wong and Onlee is out of control!  SJ:  Cross is bleeding all over the ramp!  Wong looks like he just took a bite out of one of our security guards!!  Look at Onlee, he hasn’t moved or even reacted to this! SC:  Folks we’re going to have to call in some more security here to try and restore order.  Thank God these three are going to be locked inside Hell in the Cell at Death or Glory because I don’t think the TFWF can handle much more of this! SJ:  Cross is up and he’s going for Wong!!  Oh!  The security just tackled him down before he could there!!  This isn’t over yet Scoop!  Wong is still trying to get at James Onlee SC:  Ok, ok, let’s go to the video, this situation is going to erupt again at any moment!  Unbelievable!   [HYPE VIDEO: DEATH OR GLORY 2010 - FINAL CARD.]  APB vs Dragon Demonico (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A DRAGON CAN BE SEEN ON THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. RED PUFFS OF PYROS EXPLODE AS DEMONICO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING FOCUSED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! SC: Still in a bit of shock here folks over what we just saw to kick off this show, but here comes a man who did shock the world last week by including himself in this North American title match. SJ: I was also shocked to find out he wasn't the lead star of 'How to train your dragon' JH: And his opponent... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. 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: Now Allen had some help last week from some unknown pals Snoop and I got to wonder if young Demonico here is sat there wondering if the same fate might occur tonight. SJ: He's probably sat there wishing he had wiped his ass better...a chaped ring hole has no business when your wrestling in front of the world. SC: WILL YOU BE SERIOUS! FINISH...Dragon starts off the contest very agrressive no doubt pent up from weeks of mindless attacks from APB. Bartsch being the ring veteran spends a lot of time breaking up moves and offense by using the ropes and sliding out of the ring. The momentum of the match changes when the two hooded figures from a few weeks ago then leap over the barricade and Dragon can almost sense the wolves on the outside. The odds are evened up when Clark, Martins and Addison hit the ring and brawl with the two masked men, but then Martins accidentally clocks Addison and the two Connection buddies get into a brawl. The masked men then deliver a variant of a 3D to Clark onto the steel steps!!! Clark is out cold as Demonico tries to help, but Bartsch spins him around and WHAM hits the 'All Points Bulletin' he makes the cover and takes a big win into D.O.G. 2010. Winner, via pinfall: APB Match Time: 7m39s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match the masked men turn their attention to the Commonwealth Connection giving them a beating. APB is left standing tall and looking mighty impressed with his well engineered work. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (THE FEED STARTS TO CUT OUT A BIT BEFORE TEMPORARILY GOING INTO A FIT OF LOUD, WHITE NOISE. IT COMES BACK HOWEVER, ALBEIT IN A COMPLETELY NEW LOCATION. THE CAMERA, OUT OF FOCUS, SUDDENLY BEGINS TO SHARPEN AND SHAKE A BIT, CATCHING THE FAMILIAR, TOOTHY GRIN OF ONE DORIAN WONG.) DW: ...greetings. (INSANE HEAT FOR WONG, WHO QUICKLY REVERTS TO HIS GHOULISH SCOWL. THE CAMERA, OBVIOUSLY HELD IN DORIAN'S HANDS, ZOOMS OUT TO REVEAL THE FACE-PAINTED SADIST IN ALL HIS EGOMANIACAL GLORY.) DW: My sincerest apologies for the interruption, but I must say -- it's been a very... VERY long time. (MORE HEAT AS WONG ROLLS HIS EYES.) DW: Oh, how the more things change, the more they stay the same. Still the insects, I see. Pity. Well, how's this for a change, hmm? After nearly an entire year in exile, the Philosopher King has been racking his brain trying to make sense of everything that's come to pass over the last few months. The absolute failure of that hooded idiot, James Onlee... this newly-lit fire in my dear, dear Sebastian... it's enough to drive a man crazy, don't you think? (DORIAN MOVES THE CAMERA TO HIS SIDE, SHOWING WHAT SEEMS TO BE TFWF REPORTER PEZ, BEATEN AND BOUND TO A NEARBY CHAIR WITH A PREDATORY JACK & JILL CLUTCHING MENACINGLY AT HIS SHOULDERS. HIS FACE IS ALMOST UNRECOGNIZABLE UNDER ALL THE BRUISING AND CONTUSIONS, A SIGHT THAT BRINGS A DEFINITE GRIN TO THE MAD MAN'S FACE AS HE ACKNOWLEDGES PEZ, AS WELL AS HIS CHILDREN.) DW: Mr. Pez here, understands. Isn't that right? (JACKS FORCIBLY GRABS PEZ'S BLOODIED MOUTH, FORCING HIM TO "TALK" AS JILL LAUGHINGLY PUTS ON A VOICE.) JL: Oh, most definitely! But no worries, 'cause my new daddy's gonna fix everything and make it allllll better -- teehee! (DORIAN SMIRKS AS JACK SHOVES PEZ'S FACE AWAY, WIPING THE BLOOD ON THE ANNOUNCER'S OWN SHIRT.) DW: And I will. Because you see, the war between the three of us has been brewing for what feels like an eternity. It's something out of any classic story, if I can be honest... (DORIAN PUTS ON A HEROIC LOOK FOR THE CAMERA.) DW: The ultimate, sympathetic hero in Sebastian Cross! (BIG POP. DORIAN THEN SWITCHES TO A MORE SOMBER GLOWER.) DW: The God-fearing, corrupted evil of James Onlee... (MASSIVE HEAT. DORIAN THEN SWITCHES AGAIN, THIS TIME TO A DEADPAN LOOK THAT, FOR SOME REASON, LOOKS PARTICULARLY FRIGHTENING.) DW: And then there's me. Always me. Not the hero, not the villain... but instead, the man who closes the whole book. The man who finishes the story. The man that's going to take those two sewer rats at "Death or Glory," burn them alive in the middle of that ring and hang their corpses from the chain links of that cell. You think what happened at last year was terrible? You haven't seen anything, yet... because when I get ideas bouncing around this old head of mine, people get hurt. (DORIAN LICKS HIS LIPS, BRINGING THE CAMERA CLOSER TO HIS FACE...) DW: And believe me, James. Believe me, Sebastian -- in the past year, I've had a LOT of time to think. (THE LAST IMAGE WE SEE IS OF DORIAN STANDING UP AND APPROACHING PEZ AS THE FEED IMMEDIATELY BACK TO MAYHEM.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA WHERE WE SEEM TO BE FOLLOWING A VERY DETERMINED-LOOKING PETE MAZUREK, STRIDING INTO HIS FIGHTER'S LOCKER ROOM WITH A ROLLED-UP NEWSPAPER IN HIS HAND. INSIDE, WE SEE VIKTOR KOVALENKO STANDING IN FRONT OF A TELEVISION, STANDING VERY TENSELY IN FRONT OF A TELEVISION.) PM: Viktor! What the hell is this?! (KOVALENKO HARDLY EVEN RESPONDS AS PETE THROWS THE PAPER DOWN AT VIKTOR'S FEET.) PM: Everyone back home is going crazy with rumors that you're joining those 'Career Killer' scumbags! Now, I'm gonna ask this only once, and by God, Viktor -- you better tell me the truth. Are you, or are you NOT joining TCK? (VIKTOR ARCHES AN EYEBROW AT THE TELEVISION, STILL NOT ACKNOWLEDGING HIS TRAINER.) PM: Are you even listening to me?! HEY! Wake up! (PETE EYES THE TELEVISION AND ISNTANTLY GOES TO TURN IT OFF, ONLY TO HAVE HIS ARM JERKED BACK BY THE MASSIVE BEARPAW THAT COULD ONLY BELONG TO THE UKRAINIAN JUGGERNAUT. PETE YANKS HIS ARM OUT AND EYES HIS CHARGE SUSPICIOUSLY BEFORE VIKTOR VERY SIMPLY GESTURES HIS HEAD TOWARDS THE TELEVISION. HE OFFERS ONLY ONE WORD AS PETE LOOKS ON.) VK: ...him. (SURE ENOUGH, WE SEE JOEL BRYANT ON THE TELEVISION DURING AN INTERVIEW ON A CABLE SPORTS SHOW ABOUT PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. THE FORMER "CRAZYMAN" IS JUST IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS RANT AS WE LISTEN IN.) JB: ...he's a liar, a hypocrite, and worst of all, a coward. A guy like that shouldn't have the Intercontinental title, let alone be representing an entire nation, you know what I mean? (THE LOOK ON VIKTOR'S FACE IS ONE OF ABSOLUTE MURDER AS BRYANT CONTINUES.) JB: The guy's a second-rate fighter -- we all know it. I EXPOSED it, for Christ's sake. So, at the pay-per-view, with that title on the line, it's gonna be academic: I'm gonna smash his head in with a chair, and make that big bastard tap in front of the entire world. And hey, if he wants to get his new friends in TCK to come through? I'll do the sa-- (AND WITH THAT, PETE TURNS THE TELEVISION OFF, SQUARING UP WITH HIS FIGHTER WHO IS LOOKING LIKE HE'S READY TO EXPLODE.) PM: This nonsense needs to stop, tovarisch... VK: ...then it stops. PM: What? VK: Tonight. I talk with them. Myself. (AS VIKTOR TURNS TO LEAVE, PETE NOW GRABS KOVALENKO'S ARM -- A GESTURE KOVALENKO IMMEDIATELY TAKES OFFENSE TO.) PM: No, Viktor. VK: Then who stops it, Petro? (VIKTOR EFFORTLESS RIPS HIS ARM AWAY, ARCHING AN EYEBROW.) VK: You? (WITH NOTHING TO SAY, MAZUREK HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO LET HIS FIGHTER HEAD BLINDLY INTO ENEMY TERRITORY. THE SCENE SLOWLY FADES TO BLACK.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: By God we need to get some help for Pez! Where is security... SJ: Coffee break... SC: WHAT? SJ: Union laws...but did you see that! Viktor Kovalenko is joining T.C.K.! SC: PEZ! SJ: Bah, we will just rehire Sniff... SC: ... Scorpio/Phenom vs Exile/Jose Ramon (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (BIG 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: Sorry folks, Wong is just so... SJ: (interupting) Enough about Wong...lets see Scorpio, you know this man is going to regain the Tag Team titles at D.O.G. 2010 Scooper. JH: And his partner... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Phenom!!! SC: Now we got the news that Jose Ramon has drafted in a coach of sorts for the match. Torch is training Ramon. SJ: If its training Ramon how to lie on his back and close his eyes while Jaycee announces the other guy the winner, Jose has the best trainer in the business. 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...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Exile!!! SC: Now can this man tonight, put the problems between him and Jose behind him and get the win, cause across the ring is going to be Scorpio and Scorpio would like nothing better than to take a big win into D.O.G.. SJ: Its a win, win for Scorps...cause Exmotionalile wont be able to contain his rage. JH: And his partner... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs... 'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: The guts and determination Jose has shown here has been a reason why he has won these fans over. SJ: Also because he paid them...money loving fans... FINISH...The mistrust between Ramon and Exile is plain to see, but nobody can doubt that they form a great team almost mirroring one anothers moves at time. On the other side of the ring the big bad Phenom wants nothing to do with the feminine Scorpio proving both teams seems equally as snookered in that department. Phenom and Scorpio are able to cut the ring off and work on Ramon, but an inspired suicidal spear like move by Ramon on Scorpio allows the famed crawling moment between both parties and a hot tag to Exile who unloads. Its not long before Exile is able to plant Phenom with the 'Outkast' which on a man of Phenom's size brings the place to its feet. He hooks a leg and gets the win for his team as the crowd go wild. Aaron Roberts emerges wearing a 'Latrisha Touched My Python' t-shirt which enrages Exile and he chases Roberts and Scorpio up the ramp leaving Ramon and Phenom in the ring. Ramon gets to his feet and lays a chair over the head of the downed Phenom. The crowd leap onto their feet as Ramon mounts the top rope and looks to nail the 'Posterized' onto the chair, but Phenom rolls out the way and Jose lands hard. If on cue, Phenom begins a vicious assault on Ramon leaving him bloodied and almost dead in the ring. So bad that after numerous bell rings to stop the onslaught, LAO's crew comes down and pulls Phenom off of Ramon and to the back...the crowd are in a stunned sense of silence as Phenom looks pleased with his work, but Ramon pulls himself wobbly to his feet. His eyes puffed open, blood streaming from his mouth and signals to Hall to pass him the microphone screaming down to the microphone. 'Hey you son of a bitch...I am not done yet...come back and finish me...' The crowd go mental as Ramon cannot even stand. If insulted Phenom tries to pull off the guards and come back to the ring, but 5 of them hold him back. 'Phenom...fuck you...you hear me...fuck you...at Death or Glory 2010...I am going to leave all your blood caked on the floor in a circle!' Once more Phenom goes crazy as the crowd cheer for Ramon who needs EMT help before passng out with his music playing. Winners, via pinfall: Exile and Jose Ramon Match Time: 12m32s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO MAHONEY MCMILLIAN WALKING BACKSTAGE AROUND THE LOCKER ROOM AREA.) MM: Scoop, Snoop. Mahoney McMillian here in the backstage locker room where I’ve been told that Viktor Kovalenko should be around in a few – (SUDDENLY THE LARGE FIGURE OF VIKTOR BRUSHES PAST MAHONEY, PURPOSEFULLY ENTERING INTO A LOCKER ROOM JUST BEHIND MAHONEY AS THE DOOR SLAMS SHUT IN FRONT OF HIM. WE SEE THE LOGO OF THE TCK ON THE DOOR, WITH MAHONEY LISTENING IN CLOSE ON THE DOOR. AFTER SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS HE TURNS BACK TO THE CAMERA.) MM: Well perhaps Viktor isn’t as interested in confrontation as he claimed earlier; I haven’t heard any raised voices or violent outbursts yet. (MAHONEY TURNS BACK TO THE DOOR, ATTEMPTING TO LISTEN THROUGH IT WHEN LEVEL-ONE PEEKS OUT OF THE DOOR, GIVING A HARD STARE TO MAHONEY WHO RUNS OFF.)) (THE ACTION COMES BACK TO RINGSIDE.) *‘WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE’ – GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD POP!!  THE FANS IN THE ARENA LEAP TO THEIR FEET AS ONE AS THE ICONIC ENTRANCE MUSIC OF TIGER YOUNG HITS!!  THE MAN HIMSELF STRIDES OUT ONTO THE RAMP AND SIGNALS TO THE CROWD FOR AN EVEN BIGGER REACTION!) SC:  Tiger Young is BACK on Monday Night Mayhem!!  What a moment! SJ:  Who the hell let this moron in here?  Doesn’t he have a line of knee braces to sell on the home shopping network? (THE CROWD ARE STILL GOING CRAZY AS YOUNG CLIMBS THE RING STEPS AND INTO THE RING.  HE SMIRKS AND NODS IN APPRECIATION OF THE CROWD’S REACTION TO HIM. YOUNG HAS A MIC IN HAND AND HE SIGNALS FOR THE CROWD TO QUIET DOWN BEFORE RAISING THE MIC UP TO ADDRESS THE CROWD IN THE ARENA AND THE MILLIONS WATCHING AT HOME ON LIVE TV.) TY:  TFWF…how the fuck you all doing tonight? (MONSTER CROWD POP.) TY:  That’s right, bitches…I’m baaacckkk!! (MONSTER CROWD POP.  YOUNG SMIRKS AND GOES TO RAISE THE MIC UP AGAIN WHEN SUDDENLY THE CROWD ERUPT IN FIERCE BOOING AS LEVEL ONE AND JC MCDONALD EMERGE FROM THE CROWD AND GO TO EITHER SIDE OF THE RING. YOUNG DROPS THE MIC AND CHARGES TOWARDS MCDONALD WHO JUMPS OFF THE RING APRON AND SMIRKS AS LEVEL ONE MOVES TO GET INTO THE RING ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE.  YOUNG RUSHES TOWARDS HIM AND LEVEL ONE HOPS DOWN JUST AS YOUNG SWINGS A PUNCH THAT MISSES. MCDONALD IS BACK ON THE RING APRON AS YOUNG TURNS AWAY FROM THE ENTRANCE RAMP WHICH IS THE SIGNAL FOR JONNAH STREET TO SPRINT DOWN THE RAMP WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND!!!  THE CROWD ARE GOING NUTS AS STREET SLIDES INTO THE RING AND SMASHES THE CHAIR INTO TIGER’S RIGHT LEG AS HE HAS HIS BACK TURNED!!! THE CROWD HEAT INCREASES AS YOUNG CRUMPLES TO THE MAT AND STREET SLAMS THE CHAIR INTO TIGER’S FAMOUS INJURED RIGHT KNEE A FEW MORE TIMES.  JC AND LEVEL ONE CLIMB INTO THE RING AND LOOK ON AS JONNAH STOMPS DOWN ON YOUNG’S BAD KNEE A FEW MORE TIMES.) SC:  This is a disgusting and heinous sneak attack by Jonnah Street! SJ:  This is payback for all those creepy letters Tiger sent.  He wanted to get back into TCK’s jungle?  Well this is what happens! SC:  What the hell is Jonnah doing now? (YOUNG IS WRITHING IN PAIN AS STREET GRABS TIGER’S BAD LEG AND BENDS IT OVER HIS OWN MASSIVE SHOULDERS BEFORE STANDING UP AND HEAVING YOUNG OFF THE MAT!!) SJ:  That my friend is what we in the wrestling business call a horse collar and that version is going to rip Tiger Young’s knee out of its socket!! SC:  Look at the power of Jonnah Street, he’s got Young hanging upside down by his bad knee and he’s cranking away on that hold! (YOUNG IS YELLING IN PAIN AS JONNAH CONTINUES TO WORK THE HORSE COLLAR ON TIGER’S BAD KNEE AS THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY.  EVENTUALLY STREET LETS HIM GO AND YOUNG CRASHES TO THE MAT WHERE HE LIES CLUTCHING HIS KNEE AND SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER. STREET STANDS OVER HIM AND SMIRKS CONFIDENTLY AS JC AND LEVEL ONE RAISE HIS ARMS IN TRIUMPH TO EVEN MORE CROWD HEAT!) [FLASHBACK: THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN DORIAN WONG AND SEBASTIAN CROSS IN SIBERIA AT ICE STORM 2009 WHERE WONG'S ALLIANCE WITH JAMES ONLEE WAS REVEALED.] (RINGSIDE.) SC: Folks, we have just seen during that reminder of the Cross, Onlee and Wong feud, T.F.W.F. legend Tiger Young on a stretcher being taken out of the building and it seems there might not even be a match at Death or Glory 2010. Jonnah Street and that vicious assault on the knee...the same knee which has plagued Tiger's career...well I can't describe what we have just seen. SJ: I can...seems Jonnah has the night off. Maybe we can go score some Aborigini chicks or get a Koala drunk enough it fucks a Kangaroo! Wohoo! SC: ... Latrisha vs MDK (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'CHARLIE BIG POTATO' - SKUNK AND ANASIE PLAYS* (MIXED RECTION. THE LETTERS 'M...D...K...' FLY ONTO THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. MDK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from London, England...weighing 275 pounds...MDK!!! SC: Ornery Hillman got paid the big bucks to deliver the Tag Team titles away from 4 the 11 by Ian Monks and so far both MDK and Ruckus have been quite impactful. SJ: Monks even though he is a raving looney now...knows talent and he knows investments... JH: And his opponent... *'KEEPS GETTING BETTER' - CHRISTINIA AGUILLERA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A SPORTS CAR IS SHOWN ON THE TRON WITH THE WORD 'MISS PERFECTION' ETCHED INTO IT BEFORE THE SCREEN SHATTERS AND IMAGES OF LATRISHA DISHING OUT PUNISHMENT ARE SHOWN. SHE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE, PULLS OFF A SEXY POSE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING DETERMINED.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...weighing 127 pounds...she is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Latrisha!!! SC: THE WOMAN WHO HAS SHOWN WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT HOW DAMN GOOD SHE IS! SJ: MOTOR BOAT CITY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! SC: WILL YOU STOP! FINISH...Latrisha seems somewhat distracted this week by the impending problems with Roberts which no doubt is exactly what the ORC is hoping for as MDK slaps her around the ring like a rag doll. He makes short work of her setting her up within five minutes of the match and punishing her with a 'Hell Shot'. He makes the cover and nods his head knowing he has the win. Winner, via pinfall: MDK Match Time: 4m28s Match Rating: 3 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks, just before the break we saw a distracted and obviously tormented Latrisha go down to MDK and Snoop is this a sign of whats going to be going through her mind come PPV...this bogus thing with Aaron Roberts? SJ: Molestatiion is nothing bogus...its damn serious... SC: Ok... Viktor Kovalenko/Chester Addison vs Joel Bryant/Kent Clark (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'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...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion..."The War Hound," Viktor Kovalenko!!! SC: Is he in league with TCK? SJ: He'd be a dumbass if he wasnt... JH: And his partner... *'ENTERTAINMENT' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (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 the DWIWF North American Champion...Chester Addison!!! SC: I am just surprised this guy is up and at them after what we saw earlier tonight. SJ: Chester the Molester is soon out of the T.F.W.F., I gurantee... JH: And their opponents... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (BIG ASS 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 this guy like Addison lucky to be going here Snoop. SJ: He was lucky his parents didnt drop him down a canal at birth! SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And his partner... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD ROAR. 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... 'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SC: JOEL BRYANT HAS THAT LOOK IN HIS EYES! SJ: Yeah hoping he isnt molested... SC: WILL YOU SERIOUSLY STOP! FINISH...With Clark and Addison lagging over their earlier run in with the friends of APB. It seems neither man wants to invest too much in ring time, but Kovalenko and Bryant are happy to oblidge as they take turns pummeling them if sending a message to one another. Clark does have one thing working for him though as Viktor doesnt seem able to put him away and when he fails to hit a move, Viktor ups and leaves ringside. The crowd boo him. His mentor Pete comes out, but Viktor shrugs him off as well. Bryant then pulls Addison into the ring and slaps on the 'Cuyahoga River Fire' before Chester taps. After the match, Bryant gets on the microphone and speaks. JB: Viktor Kovalenko...hear me now you son of a bitch...I am going to crack your fricking head open with a chair...get this translation down for him Pete...the thing that Jaycee's ass is sat on...I am going to pick up at D.O.G. 2010 and wrap around your head, not once, not twice, not even thrice...but many fricking times...and when I am done slamming some sense into you, I am going to lock you in like I did Chester here and you wont be able to walk away when the going gets tough like you have done before...and after 7 months in the T.F.W.F., I will be the first man to beat Viktor Kovalenko one on one... The crowd pop. All of a sudden Viktor comes walking back out. Pete tries to stop him, but Vik pushes past him. JB: Come on you son of a bitch...come on here and now! COME ON I FUCKING DARE YOU! Bryant is pacing in the ring like a wild animal when all of a sudden, Level One leaps over the barriers like a hired hitman and grabs the chair that Hall is sitting on...he whams it into the head of Bryant and leaves him for dead. Viktor stops in his tracks under the boos of the crowd...and almost cracks a smile as he slowly backs back up the ramp. Winners, via submission: Joel Bryant and Kent Clark Match Time: 11m23s Match Rating: 4 Stars SC: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! SJ: VIKTOR IS PART OF TCK!!!! SC: ARE YOU SURE? SJ: PUT THE HOUSE ON IT! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (BACKSTAGE IN THE DESERT SEX LOCKER ROOM, AND IT SEEMS AARON ROBERTS AND MASKED MARVEL ARE IN DISCUSSIONS, WHILST SCORPIO IS BUSY WITH THE HAIR STRAIGHTENERS AND CHECKING HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR) AR: Mr. Marvel, The Cobra knows you are just the man for this! You have the connections!! This case could go right to President Salami!!!! MM: You mean Obama, and there is more chance of him actually making a political mark than there is him seeing this case, after all. Rape? Seriously? It certainly didn’t seem that way... AR: THAT BITCH VIOLATED THE COBRA’S PEE PEE! HE SHALL NOT STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE! PRESIDENT OBLAMMO OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS MUST KNOW THE TRUTH!!! S: Straight or curly? Oh decisions decisions!! AR: How can you worry about hair when The Cobra has been molested by the female equivalent of Charlie Chester The Child Molester?? S: Umm... Ooh... Err..... (SUDDENLY THE DOOR TO THE LOCKER ROOM FLINGS OPEN AND STOOD THERE IS LATRISHA, WITH SOME PAPER IN HER HAND. AMUSED SHE DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE) L: What the HELL is THIS? AR: No less than you deserve you filthy fiddler!! Now get back or The Cobra will be forced to bring the pain!!! L: You want... To ban me from ringside from my OWN title defence.... because of some farcical sexual harassment suit... When YOU were the one who assaulted ME!? AR: You knew where your hands were going bitch, now The Cobra won’t say it again... Get back or he’ll slap the taste out of that once pretty mouth!! (SUDDENLY LATRISHA FLIES AT ROBERTS, BUT IS STOPPED BY EXILE, WHO STRUGGLES TO HOLD HER BACK. THE COBRA COWERS AGAINST THE WALL OF THE LOCKER ROOM, SCORPIO RUNS TO HIS COLLEAGUES AID) S: You better hold her back, or Vidal and I will be forced to deliver some split end fuelled justice!!! (EXILE AND LATRISHA JUST STARE AT SCORPIO, CONFUSED BY HIS METROSEXUAL TAUNTS AND THREATS. HOWEVER THEIR CONFUSION IS SHORT LIVED WHEN TWO CHAIR SHOTS FROM BEHIND SEND THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS SPRAWLING, SUDDENLY THE ONE RING CIRCUS STORM THE DRESSING ROOM AND NAIL AARON AND SCORPIO, MARVEL TRIES TO ESCAPE BUT GETS BLASTED WITH A SHOT TOO. AS THEIR DEATH OR GLORY OPPONENTS LIE THERE MOTIONLESS AFTER THE ASSAULT IN WALKS ORNERY, SEEMINGLY PLEASED WITH WHAT RUCKUS AND MDK HAVE JUST ACHIEVED. HE WALKS OVER THE LIMP BODIES OF EXILE AND LATRISHA AND LOOKS OVER THE TAG TEAM TITLES AROUND THEIR WAISTS) O: Tonight boys you sent a message to every single person in the TFWF that you are the real tag team champions around here... And at Death or Glory, you will make it official at last... (ORNERY DROPS THE TITLE HE IS EXAMINING AND LEADS THE PAIR OUT AS THE CAMERA SHOWS THE EXTENT OF THE CARNAGE LEFT BEHIND FROM THE TAG TEAM CHALLENGERS) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO T.C.K.'S LOCKER ROOM WITH THE CAMERA SHOWING A SHOT OF THE ENTIRE ROOM AS FALLEN ANGEL AND JONNAH STREET ARE SAT IN DISCUSSION ON A LUXURIOUS SOFA, AND JC MCDONALD IS SAT IN AN ARMCHAIR LISTENING TO AN IPOD. THE CROWD IN THE MAIN ARENA IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TO BOO LOUDLY.) FA: Just keeping working on that leg -- your submission was great. Break that knee to pieces and trust me, Tiger Young will have the pleasure of having his career killed twice. (TONNES OF HEAT FOR THE CAREER KILLING STATEMENT AS JONNAH NODS HIS HEAD, THANKING ANGEL FOR THE ADVICE BEFORE ANGEL TURNS TO LOOK AT JC.) FA: What about you then? (ANGEL CONTINUES TO LOOK AT JC, WHO REALISES HE'S BEING SPOKEN TO AND PULLS HIS EARPHONES OUT, LEANING FORWARD.) JCMD: What'd ya say man? FA: I was just giving Jonnah some pointers on Young at D.O.G... what about you then? Makel's back still as destroyed as it should be? JCMD: You bet Angel, I doubt he'll even make it to Sydney, let alone compete. That son of a bitch got broken by the Mould! So broken in fact... that Mrs Selina Makel's been calling me all the damn time; I'm guessing Sandy has as much use as Kirsta's front teeth right about now then judging by the suggestions she was making... (JC SMIRKS CRUDELY AS THE FANS BEGIN A 'BULLSHIT' CHANT FROM THE RINGSIDE AREA. ANGEL SHARES JC'S SMIRK, CLEARLY FEELING T.C.K. IS IN A STRONG POSITION FOR DEATH OR GLORY.) FA: Tiger Young's knee... Sandy Makel's back... damn... THIS is how T.C.K. should be doing business. (JONNAH AND JC SHARE ANGEL'S SENTIMENTS BEFORE THEIR DISCUSSION IS INTERRUPTED BY A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. THE THREE TURN TO IT BEFORE JONNAH GETS TO HIS FEET AND OPENS IT, SHOWING A BACKSTAGE RUNNER STOOD ON THE OTHER SIDE WITH A BIG BOX FULL OF DVD CASES.) BR: Delivery for Mr. Angel... JS: Angel? You ask for something to be brought here? FA: … send him in. (THE RUNNER STEPS THROUGH THE DOOR AND HEADS INTO THE MAIN AREA OF THE LOCKER ROOM WHERE JC AND ANGEL ARE STILL SAT. ANGEL STANDS AND TAKES THE BOX FROM HIM.) FA: Excellent... close it on your way out. (WITHOUT A SECOND GLANCE TO THE RUNNER ANGEL SITS BACK DOWN, SIFTING THROUGH THE DVD CASES AS JONNAH SHUTS THE DOOR AND STEPS BACK INTO THE ROOM.) JS: So? FA: So, what? JCMD: What's with the DVDs? FA: These, gentlemen, are a catalogue of matches involving Viktor Kovalenko and Joel Bryant... our 'Pre-D.O.G. Homework' if you will. (AN INTERESTED LOOK SPREADS ACROSS THE FACES OF 'THE MOULD' AND 'THE STREET' AS ANGEL NODS HIS HEAD. HE LOOKS DOWN AT THE DVDS, AND BACK UP TO HIS T.C.K. COLLEAGUES) FA: Once Rhys Pect is gone at Death or Glory, '4 the 11' will be OVER... and we will show why The Career Killers ARE the PPV known as Death or Glory... (ANGEL SMIRKS AT STREET AND MCDONALD, AND THE TWO SMILE BACK AT HIM. THE CROWD IN THE MAIN ARENA BOO THE HELL OUT OF THEM AS ANGEL BEGINS TO POUR THREE GLASSES OF WHISKEY. FADE TO BLACK.) (RINGSIDE.) NON TITLE - Sebastian Cross vs Legion (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'EMER-GENT-CY - THE GREENERY PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. LEGION WALKS ONTO THE STAGE ALONGSIDE A SET OF CHURCH OF ONLEE FOLLOWERS. THE DEPART AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Long Beach, California...weighing 220 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Legion!!! SC: Legion tonight could do his master a major favour... SJ: Is his master studying for something? SC: What? SJ: Nevermind...something I heard... JH: And his opponent... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (TREMENDOUS 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. 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: NO TITLES ON THE LINE TONIGHT FOLKS...ITS JUST BUSINESS! SJ: Cross has been itching to shut Legion up for weeks... FINISH...Cross is like a man possessed and he lets the LHW Champion know as he assaults the hell out of him for the first 3 minutes of this contest with every cheer in the audience fully behind him. Cross beats Legion from pillar to post and then it happens, if on cue, James Onlee walks onto the ramp and Cross loses all sense of reason and goes for him, but Legion is wise to protect his master and levels Cross before he can get to him, inflicting damage in and out of the ring. Legion delivers more punishment as the watchful eye of Onlee carries on watching. As Legion looks to put Cross in the famed submission he looks to wrap Marvel in, in Sydney...Cross counters and SLAM nails him with the 'Re-Liberation' he covers Legion for three and gets the win. The crowd roar expecting Cross to go for Onlee, but he stops. He picks Legion up and looks square in the eyes of Onlee and delivers another 'Re-Liberation'. He then takes his World title and looks to the ramp....he then looks to a spotlighted area of the arena where Dorian Wong stands in the nose bleed section, further highlighted by the tron picking it up. Cross motions with a cut throat across his neck. He points to the two of them and then raises the World title to the roar of the crowd. Winner, via pinfall: Sebastian Cross Match Time: 10m23s Match Rating: 4 Stars SC: No more bullshit, no more attacks, Sebastian Cross is at peace with himself...one mission to get his family back and kick the Holy Hell out of these two men...GET READY FOLKS...ITS DEATH OR GLORY 2010!!!! (END SHOW.)