Sunday February 14th 2010 KING OF THE DEATH MATCH TOURNAMENT: Los Angeles, California - Staples Centre REST OF THE CARD: New York, New York - Madison Square Garden

*’HEAVEN KNOWS ’ – AUSTIN HOWARD PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF PREVIOUS KINGS SHOWN HOLDING THEIR HANDS HIGH IN THE AIR POST THE ULTIMATE RANGER RULES MATCH ARE SHOWN WITH A TICKER GOING THROUGH THE YEARS. THE JOURNEY OF THE 8 MEN HERE TONIGHT IS SHOWN AS WELL. THE SCREEN THE BEGINS TO SHAKE AND IT SPLITS INTO TWO WITH AERIAL SHOTS OF LOS ANGELES AND NEW YORK. THE 8 PARTICIPANTS ARE SHOWN IN BLACK/WHITE IN THE LOS ANGELES HALF WHILE THE MAIN EVENT OF NEW YORK IS SPECIFICALLY HIGHLIGHTED IN THE OTHER HALF. THE TWO HALVES MORPH INTO SIGNS FOR LA AND SIGNS FOR NEW YORK. THE TWO COLLIDE AND THEN EXPLODE LEAVING THE NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 10 LOGO THERE...] (THE CAMERA FLIES AROUND MADISON SQUARE GARDEN SOME OF THE SIGNS SHOW ‘MAKEL IS OUR MAN’, ‘JOSE, PHENOM AND EXILE...YES!’ AND ‘CROSS WILL GET YOU Onlee’. THE SHOT SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP SITTING AT RINGSIDE.) SC: New York, New York for one night only will house one premier wrestling event and at its head a match for the Undisputed World Championship. A Champion himself who stands there looking for not answers about his reign, but for answers about his family...the catalyst of which is in Los Angeles tonight where our commentary team of Mahoney McMillian and Tremere join us. Gentlemen how is LA? (CUT TO LA) MM: The Staples Centre is filled to the rafters as always Scoop and alongside me for tonight the man who won the first ever King of the Deathmatches tournament the most decorated in many minds Hardcore and Deathmatch wrestler in the history of the T.F.W.F., Tremere...Trem they are calling this the most open tournament for years. Your thoughts? T: It does not get more open than this Mahoney...the tale of the tape has said it all...we have seen the promos for this event...I couldn’t even call who is going to win what to be honest with you. MM: Scoop, it is a wide open event here... (CUT TO NY) SC: Sounds like Los Angeles is going to be a night of the unexpected. SJ: And Tremere calls himself a ‘colour commentator’...we roll that relic out once a year and the best he can say is he couldn’t even call the tournament. Well, I am here in New York and I am saying now it is a Fallen Angel event and here tonight in front of these morons we are going to see JC McDonald regain the crown he should have never, ever lost! SC: Mahoney, it seems Snoop has made some bold calls here on tonight’s action... (CUT TO LA.) T: Tell that piece of crap, before I am rolled back into hibernation, I am going to take this microphone with me and shove it up his ass! MM: And they say the Hardcore is left in the ring...we have no time to waste here in Los Angeles, so up first it’s a simple one for us...two men and ten thousand thumbtacks to play with... Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Ten Thousand Thumb Tacks Match Jack Hondo vs 'The Reverend' James Onlee (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarterfinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a ten thousand thumb tacks match... *’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MASSIVE 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…'The Reverend' James Onlee!!! MM: Former World Champion and the most controversial man in wrestling right now Tremere and a man you know very well. T: This guy and me are former Tag partners, I know what Onlee can do in the ring Mahoney and I think this tournament is going to be right up his street. P: 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! MM: Hondo has that degree of electricity which really gets the crowd going Tremere. T: Hand slapping and foot stomping is great...but this is the King of the Deathmatches Mahoney...look at Onlee...in the ring working the ropes, sizing up this man Hondo...I can see this being over quick. The beginning of the match sees...both men circling the ring, sizing each other up. Hondo, the firm favourite in this match, calls to the crowd, who respond in kind and cheer him on. They lock up and Onlee takes it to the ground, trying to lock on his vicious ‘Deliverance’ submission hold. Hondo manages to break free and leaps to his feet. Deciding to pick up the pace, Jack attacks with a flurry of strikes and a big running clothesline that takes Onlee off his feet. The Reverend backs up into a corner and Hondo wastes no time chasing after him. Propping Onlee up in the corner, Jack stands on the middle turnbuckle and drives his fist into his opponent’s skull, the crowd counting every punch! Before Hondo can deliver the magical tenth punch, however, Onlee hits him with a dirty low blow before driving him to the mat with a spinebuster! James foregoes his usual submission-based assault for a moment to land a few stiff boots to the head of Jack Hondo. He kneels down and applies a chinlock, occasionally driving an elbow into the back of Hondo’s head. MM: James Onlee has slowed this match down to his pace and Jack Hondo is in a lot of trouble! T: Onlee has a gameplan, Mac - grind his opponent down, wear him out, then lock in that Deliverance and call it a night. But with those bags of thumbtacks lying around, who knows what else he might do? The middle of the match sees...Hondo beginning to fade, but he raises his hands towards the crowd and their cheers give him the energy to fight back. He gets back to his feet and a shoves Onlee backwards into the corner. The Reverend loses his hold on Hondo and Jack punishes him with a furious Irish whip that sends him flying into the opposite corner! Hondo does it again, sending James back first into the turnbuckles with a loud “Clang!” that echoes around the arena. Onlee drops to the mat, curled over and with a hand on his back. Hondo walks up to him to continue his attack, but it seems Onlee was playing possum; the Reverend has grabbed a handful of thumbtacks from a bag in the corner and throws them in Jack’s face! Hondo gets a hand up to protect himself but is still left with sharp tacks in his palm and cheek. He stumbles backwards and Onlee nails him with a brutal shoulder tackle. Onlee gets back up, grimacing as he rubs his back, and picks up the open bag of thumbtacks. With fire in his eyes, he stands over a dazed Jack Hondo. Onlee lifts the bag into the air and, with the horrified cries of the fans in his ears, dumps the thumbtacks over Hondo’s body! Jack yells out in pain as thousands of razor sharp thumbtacks fall on him, the metal cutting into his flesh! Hondo slowly crawls away, looking like a human pin cushion as thumbtacks are stuck in his head, arms, torso and legs! Onlee stalks him like a predator stalking his prey, rushing forward with a hard punt to the back! Hondo, shaking with pain, rolls out of the ring. Onlee doesn’t rush; he casually picks up another bag of thumbtacks and climbs out of the ring, slowly following Hondo as Jack crawls around the outside, shivering with shock. James opens the other bag and grabs Hondo by the hair, pulling him back onto his knees. He puts the bag to Hondo’s face and tries to pour the thumbtacks into Jack’s open mouth! Adrenalin hits Jack Hondo and he grabs Onlee’s wrist, the two men now fighting over possession of the bag! Hondo struggles to his feet, his face a mask of rage as he pushes Onlee down to his knees. With a hard shot to the face, Hondo takes the bag from his opponent; he grabs a handful of tacks and shoves them into the face of James Onlee! James drops to his back, writhing in agony as Hondo pumps a fist in the air, causing the crowd to applaud him. He tosses the bag into the ring before grabbing Onlee and rolling him back inside. Pulling up the ring apron, Hondo grins as he reaches under and pulls out a table! MM: Oh boy! Tables and thumbtacks - a volatile combination! T: Hondo’s running on adrenalin. There’s no way of knowing how much he has left in the tank, so if he wants to win this match, he’s got to do it now! FINISH...sees Hondo climb slowly back into the ring. He sets up the table and, with an angry glare in his eyes, picks up a heavy back of thumb tacks. Onlee staggers to his feet, only for Jack to blast him in the face with the tacks! With the cheers of the crowd in his ears Jack Hondo empties the contents of the bag across the table - thousands and thousands of tacks shining under the spotlights! He turns to find Onlee back on his feet. James lands a stiff boot to the gut before slamming Hondo’s face into the table! Jack cries as more tacks pierce his skin. Onlee throws him into the corner and hoists Hondo up onto the top turnbuckle. Jack fights back and it’s a war of attrition on the top rope. Each man trades stiff blows to the face before Hondo gains the upper hand. Onlee staggers on the top rope but makes one last ditch effort, grabbing Hondo around the head. The Reverend falls backwards, nailing Jack with a DDT off the top turnbuckle and through the table! Onlee drapes an arm over a motionless Jack Hondo to earn the 1, 2, 3! MM: Oh my God! DDT from the top! T: That could crush a man’s spine! MM: James Onlee makes it through to the semi-finals, but at what price? T: The King of the Deathmatches must be able to take as much as he gives. James Onlee just showed the world how double tough he is! Winner, and Advancing: 'The Reverend' James Onlee (CUT TO NEW YORK) (WE CUT BACKSTAGE TO FIND BETH MCCAIN SNOOPING AROUND THE LOCKERROOM. WHILE NOT LOOKING WHERE SHE'S GOING, SHE ACCIDENTALLY BUMPS INTO THE "RUN-IN KING" JIMMY SIMPSON. THE CROWD GIVE A NOSTALGIC POP FOR JIMMY AS BETH HALTS IN HER FOOTSTEPS.) BM: Jimmy! Wow, I haven't seen you in FOREVER! How have you been? Win any world titles lately? JS: Well, my career may have finally taken- (JIMMY PAUSES, ACKNOWLEDGING HER SARCASTIC TONE) JS: You listen here hussie, I'm here for one reason and one reason only...I know who the 4th member of the Career Killers is! (A SHOCKING RESPONSE FROM MCCAIN AND THE CROWD) BM: You know who it is? JS: Damn right I do. (THERE'S A LONG PAUSE AS JIMMY STANDS THERE LOOKING PROUD. FINALLY, BETH INQUIRES.) BM: Well...who is it? JS: Oh...I was checking all of the soda machines for loose change earlier when I saw that Japanese feller talking to JC McDonald! My best guess is...Yoko...or Yukuu or whatever his name is...is the 4th member of the Career Killers! (AND WITH THAT JIMMY STORMS OFF, NO DOUBT, SCAVENGING FOR LEFTOVER FOOD SOMEWHERE. BETH MCCAIN RAISES HER EYEBROWS BEFORE LOOKING AT THE CAMERA) BM: Interesting....back to you Mahoney! (CUT TO LA.) MM: Jimmy Simpson is claiming that the new Japanese star who debuts against Roberts tonight is the new 4th member of The Career Killers. T: I don’t believe Jimmy Simpson has ever been right in his entire life...and what the hell is that joker doing there anyway? MM: I have no idea. T: Well it seems to me New York has already gone down the shit hole. MM: Well, we hope to keep people in LA entertained...the otherside of the brackets it’s about to heat up with a casket match...and a flaming one at that! Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Flaming Casket Match Viktor Kovalenko vs Jonnah Street (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarterfinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a flaming casket match... *'LAPDANCE' - NERD PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SHOWS SHOTS OF LAS VEGAS WITH A COUNTDOWN GOING ON. PYROS EXPLODE LIKE A GOLDEN MILE ON THE STAGE. JONNAH STREET WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HE ROLLS HIS NECK AND THEN STRIKES A MUSCLE POSE ON THE RAMP AS MORE PYROS EXPLODE AROUND HIM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 298 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Jonnah 'The House' Street!!! MM: Street is going to be one tough customer for anyone in this tournament, they call him the breakout star of 2010, Tremere tonight he faces a bit of an unknown quantity. T: It is going to be a power battle Mac, Street of course will have the in ring ability and Kovalenko will have the striking edge. P: And his opponent... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs... "The War Hound," Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: People have been raving about the opportunity to see Bryant against this man Tremere, can it happen tonight. T: Kovalenko then needs to lose his inhibitions about this being a straight up fight, I don’t think he can do that. The beginning of the match sees...a test of strength between these two powerful men. Kovalenko appears to be gaining the advantage when Street kicks him in the stomach and strikes the Ukrainian’s back with stiff forearms. Jonnah learns that trading blows with Kovalenko is a foolish endeavour as Viktor blocks the wild strikes and answers with a series of well-placed jabs to the face. Street hits back with a takedown and both men trade the advantage on the ground before rolling to the ropes. As the referee brings them back to their feet, the normally methodical Street begins to speed things up a notch, running the ropes and using his wrestling experience to outmanoeuvre Kovalenko. Jonnah takes Viktor off his feet a number of times with clotheslines and chops, forcing the Ukrainian to retreat to the outside. Kovalenko scowls as Street poses in the ring, grinning smugly. Not one to be intimidated, Viktor quickly climbs back into the ring and attacks with a vicious takedown, throwing Jonnah onto his back. Kovalenko quickly gets the mount and hammers down rights and lefts before Street can reach the ropes. Jonnah rolls out of the ring and shakes out the cobwebs as Kovalenko now stands inside, arms crossed and stone faced. MM: Two men who aren’t known for giving an inch or backing down from a fight, Tremere. T: Yeah, but only one of them has the stones to actually see this match all the way through. I’m talking about putting your opponent into that casket and lighting it up! The middle of the match sees...Street climb back into the ring and the two men lock up. Kovalenko goes for a takedown but Jonnah stuffs it, pushing his opponent into the corner. He drives his knee into Viktor’s stomach and begins to slowly pound on the Ukrainian, trapping him in the corner. With Kovalenko looking woozy Jonnah pulls him out of the corner and pushes him into the ropes. With a sick smile Jonnah ties Kovalenko’s arms up in the ropes! He punishes the Ukrainian with brutal knife edge chops to the chest, slapping Kovalenko’s face like a schoolyard bully. Viktor responds with a stream of abuse in Ukrainian but Street lands a hard punch to the gut before racing across the ring. Jonnah bounces off the ropes and runs back to deliver a huge shoulder block, but Kovalenko pulls himself free and drops to the mat, pulling the top rope with him! Jonnah can’t stop in time and flies out of the ring, landing in a heap on the ground! Kovalenko rolls out of the ring and pulls Jonnah to his feet before driving him back down with a stiff T-bone suplex! Street calls out in pain, landing hard on the thin safety mats. Viktor picks him up and pulls him back towards the ring, but Street catches him with a poke to the eye before whipping Kovalenko into the crowd barrier. One clothesline later and Kovalenko is sent over the barrier into the crowd! An angry Jonnah Street climbs over the barrier and grabs a chair, throwing it at the downed Ukrainian. As Kovalenko gets to his knees, Jonnah picks up a second chair; channelling the spirit of Sabu, he hurls it wildly at the Ukrainian’s head, and it hits Viktor’s skull with a loud crack! Street picks Kovalenko up and tosses him over the crowd barrier back into the ringside area. As fans boo and jeer him, Street turns to answer in kind, and security are forced to separate wrestler and fans before a nasty brawl breaks out. By the time Jonnah finally turns his attention back to Kovalenko, Viktor is on his feet. He grabs Street and pulls him over the crowd barrier with a spinning belly to belly suplex! Kovalenko pulls a dazed and confused Jonnah Street towards the casket. The referee opens it up and Viktor dumps his opponent inside. As the referee hands Kovalenko lighter fluid and matches, however, Viktor shakes his head. With a disgusted look on his face, he knocks the fluid and matches away. The referee tries to explain, but Kovalenko will hear nothing of it. His hesitation allows Jonnah to gain his bearings again. Street climbs out of the casket and sneaks up behind Kovalenko, shoving him into the nearest ring post. Viktor smacks into the post and stumbles back; Street grabs him by the head and smashes his face against the corner of the casket, opening up a small gash on Kovalenko’s forehead. He bundles Kovalenko into the casket and quickly shuts the lid. Street merrily sprays lighter fluid all over the casket before picking up the matches. He tries to light one, but it goes out too quickly; a second also fails. As the matches refuse to work and the crowd start to laugh, Street shakes his head. He reaches into his tights and pulls out a Zippo lighter with the TCK logo on it. Street shows it to the nearest camera and taps the side of his head, smiling as he lights it. Theatrically lowering the lighter to the fluid, Street is shocked when Viktor Kovalenko’s hand reaches out and grabs his wrist. The lid is thrown up by an incensed Kovalenko, who shoves Street back with a growl before quickly climbing out of the casket. MM: Kovalenko is alive! T: And he looks pissed off! Finish…The finish sees a fired-up Kovalenko taking Street off his feet and blasting him with brutal ground and pound. The dangerous cage fighter’s face is flush with anger as he attacks, but Jonnah manages to turn the tide and land a number of hard shots to the head of his opponent. Street clambers up and knees Kovalenko in the stomach. He sets the Ukrainian up for a powerbomb but Viktor reverse into a back body drop that sends Jonnah straight into the casket. As Street tries to sit up Kovalenko brings the lid down hard on his head, cracking the wood! Street is out and the casket is sealed, but again Viktor refuse to light it. MM: I know he’s opposed to it, but if Kovalenko doesn’t light that casket on fire, he could forfeit the match! T: I don’t know if he understands… wait, who’s this? Running down the ramp, gasping for breath, comes Viktor Kovalenko’s American manager Gordon Sharpe! Sharpe shouts at the referee for the lighter before grabbing it himself. He flicks the lighter and puts it to the casket, setting it alight! Sharpe demands that the referee call for the bell, which he does! Kovalenko is awarded victory as stage hands rush to the casket with fire extinguishers and Sharpe tries to explain himself to an infuriated Viktor Kovalenko! MM: Wait, is that legal? T: Well, the rules say the match is won when one man is put into the casket and it’s set on fire. It doesn’t state that his opponent must be the one to light it! MM: Well, regardless, Viktor Kovalenko is through to the semi-finals of the tournament! Winner, and Advancing: Viktor Kovalenko (CUT TO NEW YORK) (WE BREAK AWAY FROM THE ACTION TO FIND BETH MCCAIN STANDING OUTSIDE OF A LOCKERROOM THAT READS "SEBASTIAN CROSS" ON IT, AND THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE POP INSANELY FOR IT) BM: I'm standing outside of the T.F.W.F. Undisputed Heavyweight Champion, Sebastian Cross' dressing room, in hopes of getting a few words with the champ. (SHE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, NO ANSWER.) BM: I'm sure he's just busy. (SHE KNOCKS AGAIN, A LITTLE BIT HARDER. A VOICE IS HEARD ON THE OTHER END.) SC: WHAT??? BM: Mr. Cross? It's Beth McCain, I just wanted to get a few words with you about your match tonight. (THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, AND MCCAIN JUMPS IN HER PLACE, SLIGHTLY FRIGHTENED AS CROSS STANDS THERE, T-SHIRT AND JEANS ON, LOOKING EXTREMELY IRRITATED) SC: What do you want? BM: Uhhh...ehh...Tonight Mr. Cross you are going in against near impossible odds. You defend your title against three of the best this sport has to offer. Three men, whom you have intricate pasts with each, and one world title. Rhys Pect, the wild card in all of this, just recently added to the match a few weeks ago, J.C. McDonald, a man you've been butting heads with for the last 5 months, and of course, one of your oldest foes Sandy Makel. Your thoughts? SC: I think you've summed it up pretty much Beth. (CROSS STARTS TO CLOSE THE DOOR BUT BETH STOPS IT) BM: But don't you have anything to add? (CROSS OPENS THE DOOR BACK UP) SC: I'll one up you on this Beth. Tell me something... (SHE LISTENS INTENTLY) SC: How do you feel being Ian Monks little pet dog? BM: Excuse me? SC: You run around here and there, interviewing each of us, like it in the end it matters. Do you really think this federation gives a damn about your efforts? They don't. Because one day, when the whole world is watching you, you're just going to be tossed to the fucking wolves again. And they will tear you apart. It doesn't matter...how GOOD you are...or how HARD you work...or even...how much HEART you have, in the end...your boss...the sniveling cunt that he is....will do whatever he can to screw your life up. Now you may have it easier than some, because you've got a vagina, or maybe you've taken a few shots to the mouth from all of the Career Killers, I don't know. What I do know though, is that this career path you've chosen...in the end it will be the final nail in your own coffin. Everyone wants a piece of Sebastian Cross these days. Do you? Do you want a shot at the title? BM: I...uhh....I don't understand the question.... SC: You want my thoughts on the three bitches I'm facing tonight, here it is. I've beaten all three of them before, and I can do it again. They are banking on me being distracted, but if it's one thing they each should have learned already, is that Sebastian Cross works so much better...under pressure. Now, you go back to Ian Monks, and you tell him something for me. You tell him that if I don't get James Onlee one-on-one very soon....I will take matters into my own hands. It doesn't matter how many stooges he sends my way....Sandy Makel...Rhys Pect...J.C. McDonald...it doesn't matter. Because I've been here before, and the last thing that either of those men wanted was for me to have an ounce of hope. And that's exactly what drives me today, and tomorrow, and all the way to James Onlee. You tell Ian Monks that. You go and you tell him that...now. (AND WITH THAT, CROSS CLOSES THE DOOR LEAVING BETH MCCAIN STANDING THERE HOLDING A MICROPHONE BY HERSELF IN A DESOLATE HALLWAY.) (CUT TO LA.) MM: An intense Sebastian Cross there, Tremere... T: You wanna talk intense we have seen two men book their place in the next round of this tournament and we got another right here Mac! MM: Piranha fish tank match... T: The best part is when they get dunked in there and they bite!! MM: With that, let’s go to Pez... Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Piranhana Fish Tank Match Fallen Angel vs Creme de la Creme (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarterfinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a piranha fish tank 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia...weighing 217 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Crème de la Crème!!! MM: Now to me, Crème is way over his head in this...despite that famed tournament win he has 9 years ago. T: He is going to get eaten alive tonight...literally. P: And his opponent... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds… Fallen Angel!!! MM: All the credentials, all the experience...three matches away from becoming only the second man in the history of the T.F.W.F. to become a two time winner of the King of the Deathmatches. T: He is the favourite in all the bookies Mac... The beginning of the match sees... both wrestlers circle the ring, staring down before finally locking up. The larger Fallen Angel forces Crème against the corner, pushing him hard against the turnbuckles with a couple of shoulder barges before irish whipping Crème de la Crème from that corner into the other. Angel runs up at Crème, slamming a huge clothesline into him, before pushing his boot onto Crème's throat. The fans boo Angel's cheating as the referee pulls him away from the Desert Sex member, and Crème slowly begins to pull himself up using the corner. Angel once more runs at him for a shoulder tackle, however Crème manages to scramble out onto the apron, and Angel's own momentum sends him into the ring post! He stumbles out, clutching his shoulder as Crème climbs back into the ring and plants an elbow onto the damaged shoulder blade before dropkicking Angel back into the ropes. As The Career Killer rebounds, Crème lands a drop toe hold, but pushes on Angel's head to give it a facecrusher edge. Angel clutches his face in pain and rolls away from Crème, standing before Crème runs at him and lands a standing crossbody block and then pulls Angel up to his feet and runs him at the ropes near the piranha tank. T: Crème de la Crème going for the early win here! MM: Something tells me that Angel's not going to go down that easily... Mahoney's suspicions are right as Angel grasps both hands onto the top rope, however before he can do anything Crème kicks out at his legs and the TCK member falls back hard. Crème then climbs out of the ring and pulls Angel out before he rams Angel's head against the glass fish tank. Angel slumps to one knee and Crème throws a wild shot at the Career Killer's face, knocking him down - however as Angel lays face-down on the outside Crème shakes his fist, facially displaying the pain the shot has given him. Crème then grasps at Angel and pulls him up, however Angel manages to land a european uppercut, and as Crème spins he lifts Desert Sex's #1 fan and drops him with a huge back suplex on the outside! Crème shouts out in pain and clutches his back before Angel lifts him up in the scoop slam position and manages to throw him into the piranha tank! The fans go wild as Crème flaps about in the water in hysteria, and tumbles from the tank after just one! Angel leans on the ring apron for support as he watches Crème flail around on the floor, throwing a mixture of blood and water around the area as it becomes apparent there's a large bite wound on his left thigh. MM: Our first dunking there Tremere, and Crème de la Crème's been wounded. What could that mean for this match? T: It means Fallen Angel now has a target to aim for, and you've got to believe if anyone can dissect a body part, then seven-time world champion sure as hell can! MM: Good point, and let's not forget both Crème's signature figure-four leg lock and leg drop involve the use of that leg. The middle of the match sees...Crème standing as Angel runs at him, kicking away at Crème's injured leg and the Desert Sex member lands hard on the ramp. Angel slams a hard boot on Crème's leg before he twists the knee around into a toe hold before pulling the leg up and booting the wound. Crème rolls across the ramp and uses the guard rail to hold himself up. Angel slams a hard punch into Crème's head and lifts him as if going for a back suplex, however he spins and dumps the backs of Crème's legs over the rail! The fans gasp as Crème lands harshly, clutching his legs in agony. Angel smirks before dragging Crème down the ramp to the piranha tank by the one wounded leg. Angel then pulls Crème up and runs him at the steel stairs, and Crème's leg smashes into the steel before he stumbles out and Angel hauls him up, nailing him with a northern lights suplex. Angel then scoops Crème up onto one shoulder and runs him at the tank - but Crème gets a hand on the glass! He pushes himself off, and as Angel turns he slams a boot into Angel's gut and dropkicks him back against the glass! Angel stumbles forward into an inverted atomic drop before he runs, leaping over the hunched Angel and drops him with a sunset flip! T: Woah! Crème's back in it! MM: Well it was an intelligent fight-back from Crème, but can he turn it into a win? As Angel clutches his back in pain Crème stumbles to his feet and runs, landing a flying forearm to take the Career Killer down before he leans on the apron and clutches his leg in pain. Angel climbs to his feet and heads over to Crème, but Crème manages to slap him over the face! Angel stumbles back and Crème grasps at his trunks and head, tumbling him into the tank! Angel fights around in the water ...1... the fans count along as Angel pulls at the sides ...2... and hauls himself over ...3... and out of the tank! He rolls over as blood runs from his arm however as Crème throws a stomp with his good leg Angel dodges it and trips him up. Making a cut-throat gesture, Angel slams a boot into Crème's face and lifts him up before he drops him down with a scoop slam and throws the ring apron up. From under the ring he drags out a steel chair and the fans boo as Angel stands over Crème. As Crème clutches his leg in pain Angel lifts the chair and slams it down over the knee and Crème shouts out loudly! He stumbles to his feet and Angel levels him with a clothesline before he opens up the chair and slides it over Crème's leg, closing it over the knee. T: I told you! Angel's a damn smart competitor, I've been in the ring with that guy, and Crème's gonna be lucky if he can walk after this one... MM: What the hell's Angel got planned with that chair? Angel stamps on Crème's thigh before he hauls him up as if going for a sidewalk slam. The Career Killer shouts out and runs at the ring post - but Crème manages to get his good leg onto the post and he manages to land down on it. As a slightly stunned Angel stumbles back Crème uses Angels' knee to stand, crashing his leg with the chair around Angels' head in a modified enzuigiri! Angel stumbles back against the glass tank and Crème runs, clotheslining him into it! 1...2... Angel pulls up on the glass as the bites begin to turn the water red ...3...4... Angel manages to slide out! Crème pulls back on his golden locks in annoyance as Angel lays out on the ringside mats. Crème throws the chair off of his leg and uses the ring ropes to pull himself up onto the apron. MM: Crème's getting onto high ground, but with his leg is that wise? FINISH...As Crème raises his hand on the apron his injured leg gives way and he stumbles on the apron, clutching the top rope for support. As he holds himself up, using both hands on the top rope and behind him Fallen Angel gets to his feet. With Crème unawares, Angel grasps him into a waistlock and pulls back, landing a massive German suplex to Crème off of the apron! Crème falls limp as Angel pulls the chair dumped from Crème's leg across and he hauls Crème up, smirking widely before he pulls the Desert Sex member in for a standing head-scissors, lifting him up with a cradle before landing the famed Cradle of Darkness onto the steel! Crème de la Crème lies motionless on the outside as Angel hauls him up over his shoulders, throwing him forward into the water as he stumbles back against the apron...1...2... Crème continues to lay in the water as he is bitten ...3...4... Angel makes a cut-throat gesture with a smirk ...5! The arena goes mad with boos as Angel's hand is raised and the EMTs quickly drag Crème from the piranha tank. As they load Crème onto a stretcher Angel shouts at him before celebrating his victory. MM: Well you called it Tremere, Angel utilised that leg injury to break the Light-Heavyweight Champion down and now he's going to the semi-finals. T: It's where he got to last year before being eliminated by Sandy Makel, but can Fallen Angel re-claim the King of the Deathmatches title? Winner, and Advancing: Fallen Angel (CUT TO NEW YORK) (CAMERA GOES BACKSTAGE AS BETH MCCAIN IS STOOD IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA, GETTING A FEW WOLF-WHISTLES FROM THE NEW YORK CROWD. SHE BRINGS HER MICROPHONE UP AND SMILES.) BM: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guests at this time, the number-one contenders to the tag team championships... Ness and Scorpio! (BOOS GO UP IN THE MAIN ARENA AS THE CAMERA ZOOMS BACK TO REVEAL NESS STOOD NEXT TO BETH, HOWEVER THERE'S NO SIGN OF SCORPIO. BETH RAISES AN EYEBROW AS NESS NODS HIS HEAD TO HER.) BM: Uh... where's Scorpio? N: He said he'd be along in a second, apparently he forgot something. BM: Ok, well as you're here Ness; later tonight you and the absent S-Factor will be going up against the men who took your titles back at Autumn Annihilation, The Commonwealth Connection, and the alliance of Kent Clark and APB for the tag team championships. First of all, will this be revenge on the Connection? N: Revenge is a strong word Beth... (NESS CRACKS A SLY SMILE AS HE STARES DAGGERS INTO BOTH BETH AND THE CAMERA) N: But that word isn't strong enough to describe what we've got in store for Addison and Martins. Neither Scorpio nor I were pinned back in November, and it's been eating away at us for months that those two have effectively been walking around with stolen property. Well, they've only got a short while left to call themselves the false tag team champions before those belts come back home to Desert Sex, and I can promise you Beth, we plan on leaving them broken and bloodied in that ring for what they did... BM: Wow, sounds like the Connection will have a tough night. But what about the unlikely duo of Clark and Bartsch? We've seen APB use questionable tactics to help both himself and Kent win, leading to a bit of a rift, but they seem to be back on the same page tonig- S: STOP PRESS! STOP... PRESS! (BOTH NESS AND BETH LOOK TO THE SIDE AS THE CAMERA TURNS AND SCORPIO DANCES IN, CARRYING A BLACK BAG. BOTH LOOK CONFUSED AS THE S-FACTOR WHIPS HIS SUNGLASSES OFF, PLACING THEM ON MCCAIN'S HEAD AND HE LEANS ON NESS' SHOULDER) S: Thanks for holding the fort N-Bomb. N: I wasn't, I was just doing my inter- S: Oh you! So damn modest! He's so modest Beth, really. You know he once rescued a cat from a tree for an old lady and then refused the reward on a grounds of 'the satisfaction of seeing her smile'! N: WHAT?! No I didn't! (SCORPIO POINTS AT NESS WITH A SMILE) S: See? BM: Yeah... what a hero. Anyway, what's with the bag? S: What bag? Oh, THIS bag? Funny you should ask Beth... (NESS FACEPALMS AS SCORPIO DRAMATICALLY SHOWS THE BAG TO THE CAMERA AS BETH LOOKS CONFUSED) BM: Yes, that bag. S: Well you see, it's just a black bag. BUT the contents? Now that's a totally different matter... BM: … and that contents is? S: I though you'd never ask! (NESS MANAGES TO FIND ROOM FOR A SECOND FACEPALM AS SCORPIO DIPS INTO THE BAG.) S: Drum-roll please, N-Bomb. (AFTER A FEW CONFUSED LOOKS NESS BEGINS TO TAP THE WALL BEHIND HIM IN SOME FORM OF DRUM-ROLL BEFORE SCORPIO THROWS AWAY THE BAG IN EXTREMELY OVER-THE-TOP AND DRAMATIC FASHION. FROM UNDERNEATH HE REVEALS... A PLASTIC TROPHY. IT'S ABOUT SIX INCHES HIGH, A DULL GREY PLASTIC AND WITH A WOODEN BASE. ALL THOSE AROUND THE S-FACTOR LOOK CONFUSED AS HE BEAMS WITH A WIDE SMILE) S: Guess which country, despite all their terrible troubles, have voted us for a SECOND Lifetime Achievement Award in Music?! YOU GOT IT! PAPUA NEW GUINEA!!! N: What troubles have Papua New Guinea had? S: Y'know, the earthquake... BM: That was Haiti. S: Really? What did Haiti give us? N: Nothing. S: … bastards. (BETH STARES OPENED MOUTHED AS SCORPIO SHOWS OFF THE TROPHY, AND SLOWLY THE INTERVIEWER MANAGES TO COMPOSE HERSELF) BM: Well, uh, you've won one title today then, but do you think you can win two more with the tag team championships? S: Do I... do I think I can win the tag team championships? Is the Pope a Muslim? Seriously Beth, you're a bit thick... N: Hey kettle, you're looking a bit black today. S: I know you're angry at the Connection Ness, but racism is never called for. (FACEPALM TO THE MAX) S: But in answer to your question, yes Beth, yes I do think we can win the tag team titles. In fact, I KNOW we can win the tag team titles. Ness and I have conquered the Connection before, and with no Geriatric Cannibal to screw it all up for us this time, there's no way we'll be falling to them again; and I think we've proven time, and time, and time again that neither Nerdzilla nor his damn Sugar-Daddy can beat us... so if you were a betting woman Beth, you know who you're betting for. (BETH GOES TO SPEAK, HOWEVER SCORPIO PLACES A FINGER ON HER MOUTH AND LEANS INTO THE MICROPHONE. HE STARES AT THE CAMERA WITH A RAISED EYEBROW AND A WIDE SMIRK.) S: Ladies and Gentlemen, sit back now and watch Aaron beat Yakawakawhatshisface, then use the matches in between to go for a piss, grab some popcorn, buy the Desert Sex t-shirts from the merchandise stall, listen to a few runs of Barnacles On My Butt and then make sure you're comfortable for the SHEER DAMN AWESOMENESS OF NESS AND SCORPIO!!! New tag team champions? Bank on it. (WITH A THEATRICAL PIROUETTE, POSE AND SKIP OFF SCREEN, THE S-FACTOR LEAVES THE SHOT AND NESS JUST STARES BLANKLY. BETH LOOKS UP AT HIM) BM: I, uh... N: Save it. You think Oxfam will send me aid? BM: You'll have to send them a video first probably... N: Reckon I could just send them him? (BETH SHRUGS BEFORE NESS SHAKES HIS HEAD, BREATHES IN DEEP AND HEADS OFF TO FIND HIS PARTNER. BETH NODS TOWARDS THE CAMERA AND SIGNS OFF) (RINGSIDE) SC: No Aaron Roberts with them tonight as he is up next here Snoop, can you see Desert Sex regaining those belts tonight? SJ: Of course, they are Desert Sex, they can do absolutely anything they put their minds to...including complicated crossword puzzles! SC: I see...well Los Angeles has treated us to three of the first four King of the Deathmatches tonight...the fourth one between Bryant and Question Mark is coming up soon, but it’s our first title match of the night...let’s go to Jaycee Hall... DWIWF North American Championship Match Aaron Roberts (c) vs Yutuu Yakuu (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *’JAPANESE NATIONAL ANTHEMN’ PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. AN IMAGE OF THE JAPANESE FLAG FILLS THE T.A.T.. KONICIWA WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SPINS AROUND BEHIND HIM WALKS OUT YAKUU. THE TWO ENGAGE IN A CEREMONIAL BOW AND WALK TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Koniciwa...from Tokyo, Japan...weighing 575 pounds...Yutuu Yakuu!!! SC: Look at the size of Yutuu! SJ: It is times like this I am glad...I am not a toilet. JH: And his opponent... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP WHILST THE TAT SHOWS OFF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES. ROBERTS ADMIRES HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion... Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: I hope Aaron is over officially his mild concussion at the hands Viktor...and of course his international political gaff... SJ: It was a mild gaff...Japan has not become Desert Sex country yet... The beginning of the match sees… Roberts circles around the ring warily, sizing up the Japanese Behemoth who, in turn, takes on a traditional Sumo pose in the middle of the ring, seemingly waiting the champion out. Indeed, it’s Roberts who makes the first move, stepping in and quickly rolling off a flurry of punches to the head of Yakuu, who take half a backwards step under the barrage, before retaliating with a two handed push against Roberts’ chest that sends him flying across the ring. Roberts smoothly rolls back up to a knee in the opposite corner, looking almost shocked at the ease with which Yakuu manhandled him. The Sumo legend meanwhile, steps forward to the centre of the ring, retaking his traditional pose and just watching the North American champion as he gets to his feet. Roberts sighs heavily, shaking his head, and charges forwards again, this time exploding out with a lariat he gets every last ounce of his bodyweight behind. Yakuu takes it without dropping, but staggers back a couple of steps, taking a few more heavy blows to the head before he rights himself and retorts with a vicious knife edge chop, the force of which sends Roberts flying towards the ropes. Roberts, however, is savvy enough to roll with it, coming off the ropes and back at the debutant with a signature discus clothesline. It’s still not enough to take the Sumo legend down, though, and he gets hold of Roberts in something fairly similar to a bear hug before slamming him down to the mat. Roberts rolls away, a hand on his back and his teeth visibly clenched in pain from the impact. Getting to the turnbuckles, the champ begins to pull himself to his feet, but sees Yakuu making his first forward movement of the match and quickly slips to the mat and off to the side to avoid what would have been a monstrous turnbuckle splash. As Yakuu’s own missed move sends him staggering backwards, Roberts tries a new tack, slipping round to the back side and throwing his body against the back of Yakuu’s knee with a chop block. The challenger staggers, his tree trunk of a leg thrown out by the blow, and though he tries his damndest to regain his footing, he fails, and slowly, ponderously, topples backwards. The sound of his body meeting the canvas is almost deafening, and Roberts smiles at finally bringing the big man down. SC: After a lot of effort, Roberts has finally managed to take Yakuu off his feet, but he has been thrown out of his game here so far by the sheer strength of the Japanese star. SJ: How the hell does someone get that size eating raw fish and rice anyway? Seems like food poisoning 101 to me. The middle of the match sees… for a time, Roberts takes full advantage of Yakuu being grounded, realising full well that the massive size of his opponent makes keeping him on his back the best gameplan. Quickly, he comes off the ropes and drops an elbow to Yakuu’s chest, then follows it up with a series of hard punches to his head. Yakuu flails, trying to throw Roberts off, but that just allows the champ to show off his technical skills, quickly transitioning to take hold of a loose arm and try to go for an armbar. Once again though, Yakuu’s power and size comes into play. Despite Roberts’ best efforts, getting Yakuu’s arm fully extended proves an impossible task, as the Japanese beast fights against it and manages to roll onto his side, taking away any leverage for the hold. Once again, Roberts moves, sliding away and getting to his feet, only to drive a hard knee into his opponent just as he gets to all fours, right where his neck and shoulder meet. Again, Roberts makes a smooth transition, cinching in a front face lock and bearing down with his whole body weight on Yakuu’s head and neck. Slyly, he moves his arms, turning the hold into an illegal choke and trying to use his body to keep it shielded from the ref. It works well enough, and he manages to switch back to a legal hold just as the ref gets an unobstructed view. The ref gives him a warning anyway, which brings a blatantly false offended expression from the champ that he keeps on his face right up until the ref moves again, before switching right back to the choke. The minute he does, Yakuu starts to flail an arm, prompting the ref to get right back into the mix, but before he can even say anything to Roberts, the champ tries to switch back to the legal lock, and as he does, Yakuu takes advantage of the slightly loosened grip. Getting both arms around Roberts, he forces himself back to standing, lifting Roberts with him, and rushing him straight into the turnbuckle. This time, Roberts can do nothing to avoid the impact, and he finds himself crushed in the corner between the turnbuckles and the full mass of Yakuu. With the wind completely knocked out of him, he crumples to a seated position, and from there, he almost gets his head taken clean off by a running knee that the Sumo legend delivers as a follow up. SC: Roberts could be in severe trouble now. Yakuu turned the tables on him, and dear God, what an impact! SJ: That’s disgusting… imagine the damage to the Desert Sex merchandise sales! You can’t have a flattened face and be in a boy band! SC: Somehow, Snoop, I don’t think that’s what Roberts is going to be worrying about right now… FINISH… With Roberts in severe pain, Yakuu reaches down and drags him out of the corner before grabbing his head and pulling him to his feet. With seemingly little effort, Yakuu scoops Roberts up, turns towards the centre of the ring, and falls forward, crushing the champion between his body and the canvas with a power slam. Staying in place, Yakuu goes for the count. 1... 2... Thre… and somehow, without being able to push the mass from him, Roberts saves the pinfall by rolling a shoulder underneath Yakuu and breaking the count at the last second. Yakuu, surprised, comes to his knees for a moment before stands back up, bringing Roberts with him. Surprisingly, as Roberts comes to his feet, he manages to flail out a wild punch to Yakuu’s face which rocks the big man more than it seems like it should, unless you spot the champion quickly slip off the brass knuckles he’d concealed in his trunks and managed to put on during the challenger’s moment of hesitation while the referee’s vision was blocked. With Yakuu wobbling and the referee unaware, Roberts takes advantage and goes for it all, stepping forward and going for his trademark “AGR”, trying to finish it off. Somehow, he manages to connect, driving his challenger to the mat. However, any hope of sneaking in a quick pinfall is dashed by unfortunate circumstance, as Yakuu rolls sideways and falls out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. Roberts, after a moment to take a breath, follows him outside, dropping on top of Yakuu and laying a barrage of punches to his head before reaching underneath the ring apron. A moment later, he hops up and rolls back into the ring, telling the ref to start the count. After about a four or five count, Yakuu starts to stand up, and it looks like he’s going to easily break the count. However, as he tried to get into the ring, he stops and looks down, then looks up at Roberts with an enraged expression. As the ref keeps counting, Yakuu leans down, and the camera angle changes as the crowd start booing massively, the tron making it visible to all the fans in the arena and the watching viewers at home that somehow, Roberts had managed to noose up a thick length of rope attached to the under frame of the right, and knot it around Yakuu’s ankle. Roberts just grins and starts cavorting around the ring as Yakuu tries vainly to undo the knot. However, he doesn’t have time, and the ref can do nothing but count to ten and call for the bell. Winner, via countout and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts The crowd start booing the house down as the referee gives the belt to Roberts, who holds it in the air and acts for all the world like he’s just pulled off a win for the ages before dropping outside and looking at the still tied Yakuu. Openly, he holds the belt up in front of him with a cocky grin, mocking Yakuu and making a few sly comments about his heritage. The whole thing gets The Beast From the East so angry he just starts towards Roberts, kicking his foot out, bringing the rope and a bit of the support frame for the ring with it. Roberts grin turns to a shocked expression, and as the now free and highly annoyed Japanese star starts walking his way, he turns and unceremoniously hightails it up the ramp. As Yakuu walks after him, the Japnaese National Anthem begins to play, and the crowd show their respects to the immense debutant. SC: Aaron Roberts absolutely STOLE this match. This is a travesty, and Yuuta Yakuu deserved so much more. A dominant debut performance by the Beast From the East, and he will have raised a few eyebrows tonight. SJ: He’ll have raised the eyebrows of the boss! First match in and he breaks the ring? SC: I get the feeling that if he catches Aaron Roberts sometime soon, that won’t be the only thing he’ll break… (CUT TO LA) (OZZY FINCH STANDS SMILING WITH JOEL Bryant BY HIS SIDE. Bryant IS QUIET, SHIFTING HIS WEIGHT FROM SIDE TO SIDE AS HE PREPARES FOR HIS UPCOMING MATCH.) OF: I’m standing here with a wrestler who has had an excellent run these last few months. The current holder of the Hardcore Championship and a man who many believe can go all the way in tonight’s King of the Deathmatches tournament - “Crazyman” Joel Bryant. (OZZY TURNS TO FACE Bryant.) OF: Now, Joel, in a few minutes you face the mysterious Question Mark in a Fans Bring The Weapons match. Your thoughts? JB: Only one thought, Ozzy Finch, and that’s getting to the end o’ this road. You’ve got an arena of fans out there, bayin’ for blood, and most of ’em think I’m the man to give it to ’em. One way or another, I guess they’re right, but if you wanna know how I feel about my match with Question Mark; if you wanna know how I feel about the King of the Deathmatches and the pressure of bein’ a favourite to win… all I can say is this. I have had an incredible Winter, but now the Spring is here and it’s time to see new growth. This year I will grow into the wrestler I was always meant to be, and I’m gonna do it the same way I’ve always done it. I’m gonna take the hits and keep on walkin’, because I’m sure as hell not ready to stop just yet. The first step is putting a period on the Question Mark’s night. Now if you’ll excuse me, Ozzy, I’m gonna go see what toys my fans brought me to play with. (Bryant WALKS AWAY PURPOSEFULLY AS OZZY TURNS BACK TO THE CAMERA.) OF: That match is up next! Mac, Tremere - over to you! (RINGSIDE) MM: Bryant and Question Mark are up next folks...and walking the aisle is that man Question Mark right now. Let’s go to Pez. Quarter Final King of the Deathmatches - Fans Bring Your Weapons Match Joel Bryant vs The Question Mark (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarterfinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a fans bring your own weapons match...currently in the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing in at an Undisclosed Weight...Question Mark!!! MM: So you are Question Mark...how does someone prepare to face him... T: Well, I think that everyone is different in these types of tournaments so I don’t think Question Mark has any distinct advantage... P: And his opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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!!! MM: The fan’s choice is here and Question Mark better be ready for this! T: The Hardcore Champion will have a lot of pressure on him tonight... The beginning of the match sees...the two men stand off each other. The crowd is split between the two men and they lock up. Bryant takes the early advantage and uses an Arm wringer to take control, he works on the arm and shoulder of Question Mark as he looks to end this quickly. Mark tries to reverse and this begins a couple of minutes of back and forth action with both men trying to gain the upper hand. The match takes an interesting turn as soon as Bryant has Question Mark near the ropes, he looks like he is setting him up for a suplex but Mark counters and back drops Joel over the ropes and onto the outside. With Joel suffering Mark is quick to go ringside and collects a Crutch from a fan, he smashes it across Joel’s back multiple times until it breaks. He lays down some stomps and then goes back to the fans, he is passed a toaster of all things and waits for Joel to get back to his knees, as Bryant looks up Question Mark plants him in the face with the toaster, Bryant reels back and Question Mark looks confident. He picks Bryant up and hooks him up for a slam, but Joel counters and gets behind Mark, he then rushes Question Mark into the ring post face first. Joel then grabs a Baseball Bat from a fan and as Mark starts to get back up Joel plants him in the gut with the Bat. The crowd ‘Oooh’ as Joel then puts the boots in and the tables on this finely balanced match seem to turn in Joel’s favour. MM: Very even opening here Tre, with both men looking to gain the advantage, but each man seems to come up with an answer when needed. T: This is balanced on a knife edge so far, Joel Bryant may have the advantage but Question Mark could come back into this at any point. The middle of the match sees...Joel trying to keep his advantage by chucking Question Mark into the crowd. The two men brawl but Bryant’s advantage tells through and he uses the Baseball bat again to Mark’s gut, Question Mark reels back and Joel is passed a light tube from a fan. He swings it at Question Mark’s head, but Mark ducks the shot and as Joel turns back round Mark takes him down with a Clothesline. The light tube smashes into hundreds of shards of glass. Question Mark picks up Bryant and DDT’s him onto the glass!! Lacerations appear on Joel’s face as Question Mark covers for a 2 count. Mark picks up Joel and heads back towards the ring, on the way he is passed a cheese grater by a fan. The look in his eyes is clear as he lines Joel up against the barrier at ringside. He looks to put the grater against Bryant’s face but Joel counters with a kick straight to the balls. Mark reels and Bryant picks up the dropped Grater. He runs at Question Mark with but Mark counters and picks Joel up before Spearing him through the Barricade! Question Mark is a little groggy as he gets back to his feet and picks up Joel Bryant. A fan at ringside passes Mark his own Steel chair and Mark plants Joel in the face with the chair. Bryant drops to his knees and Mark nails him again. The lacerations from the glass earlier are now opening wider and the blood is a little more free flowing from Bryant’s head. Joel refuses to go down though so Mark nails him again. This time Bryant goes face first into the mat at ringside as Question Mark takes control. MM: Question Mark now in control, and Joel Bryant looks to be in trouble Tremere. T: Like we said earlier, this match can turn in an instant, but Question Mark has shown great ingenuity with that Spear through the barricade. Joel tries to lock in a dragon sleeper but Question Mark counters with some knee’s to the head and as both men reel from the move they both spy the Tazer in the middle of the ring. They stare at each other, and at the Tazer before both go for the weapon. The both get a hand on it and struggle for superioirity when The ending of the match see’s Question Mark try to continue his advantage ringside, he tries to use a Pool cue when Joel is lent against the ring post but Bryant moves out of the way and counters with a Double Knee Facebuster. As both men struggle back to their feet a fan throws a Tazer into the ring. The two combatants don’t realise as they fight on the outside. Eventually Joel rolls Question Mark into the ring. FINISH...Question Mark rolls over onto his chest, and spots the Tazer, immediately clutching it and concealing it as Joel Bryant enters the ring. He climbs inside and clenches a fist, before pulling Question Mark up - but Question Mark fires the Tazer right tat Bryant! He stumbles back, clutching his chest in agony from the shock as Question Mark hauls Joel Bryant up and throws him off with a huge F-5 move! MM: He's hit it! And we've certainly seen that move before... T: But could it be?! MM: Well that move, known as the Back Draft, was one of the finishing moves of 2005 King of the Deathmatches Torch. Is it Torch under the mask!? T: Duh! We know its not him! Question Mark makes the cover... ONE... TWO... THRE- BRYANT GETS A BOOT ON THE ROPE! The crowd go wild as Question Mark shakes his head and smashes the mat in anger before he hauls Bryant up and twists him around, grasping his arms into a reverse double underhook before he twists him around. Bryant pushes himself away and turns, frowning at Question Mark as if wondering if the attempted move had some sort of connection to a pre- HUGE SHOT FROM QUESTION MARK! Bryant stumbles back against the ropes and Question Mark throws a boot up for a kick, but Bryant grabs it and twists Question Mark for a dragon screw! He clings onto the leg and twists it around into the reverse texas cloverleaf - the Cuyahoga River Fire! The crowd all stand and cheer as Bryant drops down, grapevining the move. MM: He's got it locked in! But will Question Mark tap!!! Question Mark screams out in pain, before he begins to try and move his limbs as if knowing a way out of the move - but Bryant grabs the Tazer and fires it once more into Question Mark's leg! As the electric shock increases the pain in the leg beyond amounts even possibly resistable Question Mark rapidly taps out, and Bryant releases the hold. Bryant stands, however continues to watch Question Mark closely as he rolls out of the ring, limping off. Bryant's hand is raised, and he shakes his head, instead cheering his win and advancement. T: Well, 'Crazyman' is through to the next round! MM: Both Kovalenko and Bryant are through... but will they beat Fallen Angel and James Onlee respectively? Winner, and Advancing: Joel Bryant (CUT TO NEW YORK) (BACKSTAGE IN NEW YORK, BETH MCCAIN IS SEEN STANDING WITH SANDY MAKEL, WHO, FOR ONCE, SEEMS LESS COCKY AND MORE INTENSE THAN USUAL) BM: Sandy, not long now until you enter the ring and try to become a two-time Undisputed Champion. What’s going through your mind right now, with the match so close at hand? (MAKEL GIVES BETH A LOOK OF CONTEMPT) SM: I’m trying to figure out when Selina and I can do a rescheduled Valentine’s Day, since I’ve gotta work tonight. I mean, I don’t want to leave it too long… because that’s just not romantic, now is it? The only thing about that, though, is if things go the way I want them to later on tonight, I also don’t want to make it seem like I ’m celebrating my victory, rather than doing something special for the woman I love. You’re a woman, Beth… or that’s what I’ve heard anyway. What do you suggest? What’s the right approach for a man in my situation? (BETH GIVES MAKEL A SOMEWHAT FLUSTERED LOOK) BM: Uhhh… SM: Oh, that’s a shame. Here I was, hoping if I changed the subject to something a little more suited to you, you’d be able to say something that wasn’t totally asinine. Seriously, Beth, what the hell do you expect that I’m going to say? I’m thinking about JC McDonald, I’m thinking about Rhys Pect, and I’m thinking about Sebastian Cross. I’m thinking about just what I’m going to need to bring to the ring tonight to outlast all of them and become the Undisputed Champion for the second time. I’m thinking about every little edge I can possibly come up with that will get me there. I’m thinking about the metric shit-ton of things that a real goddamn Champion thinks of. Oh, and I’m also thinking, why the hell is Mahoney in LA doing commentary and I’m stuck here getting interviewed by you? BM: Because you couldn’t win your qualifier a few weeks ago? (MAKEL NARROWS HIS EYES ANGRILY, THEN VISIBLY COMPOSES HIMSELF AND SMIRKS) SM: Very witty, Beth. True, I could have been in LA, defending my KOTDM crown, in fact, I SHOULD have been there, if it weren’t for our deranged little champion getting involved in my match. Screw it, though, if you don’t get dealt the best hand, then you’ve just gotta play smarter to win with it. That’s what I did, and that’s why I’m only a couple of hours away from once again becoming Undisputed Champion. See, Beth, three things are going to happen tonight… (MAKEL HOLDS UP HIS HAND AND FLICKS UP A FINGER) SM: One, Rhys Pect is going to lose. (MAKEL FLIPS UP A SECOND FINGER) SM: Two, JC McDonald is going to lose. (MAKEL FLIPS UP A THIRD FINGER) SM: Three, Sebastian Cross is going to lose. And do you know why I know this? Simple, because a wildcard ALWAYS makes a game more risky, and in a big game, the smart money ALWAYS rolls with The Dice. Watch and learn, people. You’re betting on a loser if you bet against me. Now, Beth, on that Valentine’s Day thing… (MAKEL LOOKS AT BETH, THEN PAUSES, AND SMIRKS AGAIN, SHAKING HIS HEAD…) SM: You know what? Never mind, I’m better off asking someone who can get a date. (WITH THAT, MAKEL WALKS OFF, LEAVING BETH STARING AT HIS BACK WITH A HIGHLY OFFENDED EXPRESSION…) (RINGSIDE) SC: Our semi finalists have been confirmed...James Onlee vs Joel Bryant and Fallen Angel vs Viktor Kovalenko ...awaiting them a Last Blood Match and a Scaffold Match respectively...here and now three of the top Tag Teams in the World go at it for the belts... SJ: DESERT SEX! YEEEEEAAAH! T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match The Commonwealth Connection (c) vs Desert Sex vs APB/Kent Clark (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'I TOUCH MYSELF (REMIX)' - DIVINYLS PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. SCORPIO SLIDES ONTO THE STAGE MIMING HIS AIR GUITAR, BEFORE GETTING TO HIS FEET AND POSING FOR THE CAMERAS. NESS FOLLOWS BEHIND ROLLING HIS NECK AND PREPARING FOR ACTION.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by Aaron Roberts...at a total combined weight of 450 pounds...Ness...Scorpio...Desert Sex!!! SC: Former holders of the belts, they know what it’s about and Aaron on the outside is going to be a factor as well. SJ: This is Desert Sex, Scoop...they are moments away from GOLDAGE! JH: Introducing... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND STARTS POINTING TOWARDS THE RING. KENT CLARK COMES DOWN AFTER HIM AND BASICALLY HAS TO RESTRAIN APB FROM GOING MENTAL ON DESERT SEX BEFORE WE EVEN START THE MATCH.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 460 pounds...APB and Kent Clark!!! SC: This odd ball combo might be due the upset...and maybe grabbing the Tag gold might simmer down Allen. SJ: Nothing can simmer down Allen... JH: And their opponents... *'FROM HEADS UNWORTHY' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (CROWD POP. SG MARTINS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THROWS UP HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. HE WALKS TO THE RING NODDING HIS HEAD TO HIS MUSIC AND FOCUSING ON THE TASK AT HAND. HE SPINS AROUND AND OUT WALKS CHESTER ADDISON. THE TWO SHARE A LOW HAND SLAP AND WALK TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 452 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Chester Addison...SG Martins...The Commonwealth Connection!!! SC: The World Shockers are now the standard in this business...tonight they look to defend again. SJ: It ain’t happening!!! The beginning of the match sees...APB and Clark look clearly overwhelmed and out of place in this match as Desert Sex and Commonwealth Connection all have perfect chemistry and pick apart the duo. Desert Sex focus on getting Clark to their side of the ring with quick tags and distracting the referee, thanks in no small part to Aaron Roberts and his pointing out various things to the referee, leaving him out of position to see chokes and unfair play by the duo. At one point however, Clark avoids a Ness splash and finds himself in the Commonwealth’s corner, who tag themselves in. From there Commonwealth Connection and Desert Sex show their familiarity with the other’s work, as Commonwealth look to hit a double team suplex on Ness, only for Scorpio to come in and break it up. Then, when Ness is about to suplex Martins, he blocks the attempt enough to drop down Ness and Scorpio together with a headscissor/headlock takedown. From there, the Commonwealth work on the legs of Ness, keeping him low to the ground as they use various submission moves and double teams. At one point the duo has Ness perched with his body on the ropes and his legs on the shoulders of Addison as Martins bounces off the ropes and leapfrogs onto Ness. Martins makes the cover. 1… 2… break up! Both Scorpio and APB break up the count at the same time, and the referee does his best to get APB back to his respective corner. While Roberts distracts Martins from the outside, Scorpio drops Martins with a quick DDT. Ness slowly gets to his feet as he takes control of the match using strong power moves, but a mistake sees him whip Martins into APB’s corner, and he capitalizes on with a blind tag. From there the two engage in a sort of power struggle with APB gaining an advantage with longer reach and more experience. At one point APB has Ness locked into a hold when Roberts distracts the ref on the outside, allowing Scorpio to once again run interference and land a lowblow on APB. At this point Clark comes in taking down Scorpio with clotheslines while APB recovers. Ness stops his momentum with a well-timed kick to the midsection followed by tossing him through the middle rope to the outside. While the referee continues arguing with Roberts, Commonwealth come in and use superior teamwork to wear down Ness, but a mistimed double team dropkick sees Martins hit Ness when he moves to the side and Addison hit the referee, knocking him to the outside. When the Connection looks ready to take out Ness, Scorpio slides in to prevent the double team. The duos face off when Addison is taken down from behind by APB, leaving Ness and Scorpio to attack Martins. Clark comes in looking unsure, before hesitatingly joining APB in his attacking Addison. SC: Poor Clark, he has to be torn by his loyalty to help his partner and his revulsion at having to help Desert Sex. SJ: What for? Everyone likes a little Sex now and then. Especially the manly, masculine males like Crèmè. SC: Manly masculine… you do know Crèmè’s a ho – SJ: More beatings from Desert Sex and their newfound partners. I love the way Ness and Clark help their respective partners, almost like they’re cut from the same cloth. SC: They’re NOTHING alike! SJ: You’re right – Ness is cool while Clark is certainly “uncool.” The middle of the match sees...Desert Sex and the APB/Clark tandem’s temporary alliance hold strong with their ability to keep one or the other member of the Connection isolated from their partner as they use quick tags and some double team moves, mostly from Desert Sex. At one point Scorpio locks Addison into a headlock, keeping him in the center of the ring with the referee back inside the ring again. The ref does the check of knock out, but before the hand can drop at 2, Addison pulls some reserve out to loosen the hold with elbow shots to Scorpio’s stomach. However, trying to charge away proves fruitless as Scorpio keeps enough of a hold on the neck to drop Addison with a modified sleeper takedown. He makes the cover… 1… 2… – kick out! Scorpio goes to tag in Clark, but Clark moves his hand away. APB and Clark argue, with Scorpio attempting to interject. Flying out of the screen at the three is Martins, who squishes Scorpio into the corner and drops Clark and APB to the outside. Ness comes over to attack Martins where he manages to tie him up in the ropes, but when he charges at Martins he gets flipped over the top rope to the outside as Martins manages to drop down while holding the rope. Ness lands hard on Roberts and Scorpio as they attempt to break up the fall. With APB and Clark on the outside by the trio, Martins and Addison join in the ring as they charge towards the opposite ropes before leaping at all five men with a tandem plancha! While the ref starts the standard 10 count, the three teams slowly get themselves to their feet. After the 8 count Scorpio and Addison get back into the ring. Reenergized, Addison takes control of the match for his team as he and Martins once again show their abilities as tag team champions by not allowing Scorpio a moment of rest from their offense. However a moment comes when APB tags himself in at Scorpio’s expense, and this time the big man takes no time in stopping momentum when Martins attempts a crossbody that APB immediately turns into a powerslam. Using power and vicious slams APB dominates over Martins, almost to the point of excluding his partner completely. This costs him at one point when Clark distracts him by calling for a tag and APB snaps at him, only to turn around into a spinning wheel kick by Martins. Martins goes for the cover… 1… 2. – kickout! Martins lifts APB to his feet and attempts an Irish whip only to get reversed into one. On the rebound Martins ducks the clotheline attempt and hits a snap DDT onto APB, lying on his back to catch his breath. SC: Some back and forth action from three teams desperate to win tag team gold. SJ: Well Desert Sex is at any rate. APB looks like he’s ready to choke a bitch, and Commonwealth are doing everything they can not to be said bitch. SC: You really do love your effeminate men, don’t you? SJ: Metro is go, my man. Don’t you realize that? SC: What are – SJ: I’M NOT GAY! FINISH...The finish comes when Martins and APB both get to their feet, as Martins tags in Addison while APB tags in Ness. Addison puts up a strong fight for his team, using his own partner and even Clark at some stages to aid in keeping the big man locked down. At one point however, Martins has Ness on the ropes and goes to charge at him from the opposite side when Scorpio tags himself in. Ness drops down from the ropes and Scorpio delivers a high kick to the face of Martins, knocking him out. Clark and APB run in, as does Addison. With all three teams in, the referee tries to restore order as APB tangles with Martins and Scorpio and Ness tries to fend off Addison and Clark. With the referee breaking up Ness, Addison and Clark, APB and Scorpio both use the opportunity to get in an eye rake and low blow respectively. APB goes to take advantage but the referee puts him back in the corner as the illegal man while Roberts further distracts the referee. Scorpio uses the opportunity to hit Martins with the Paparazzi Flash! Scorpio with the cover! 1… 2… 3! Scorpio goes to his knees crying while Ness stands over him, both men awarded the tag team titles. SC: I don’t believe it! SJ: I know, a referee actually knowing who the legal men are in a wrestling match, it’s spooky! SC: Not that, you – folks, we’ve got new tag champs and… what’s this? Post match Addison and Martins are now up and arguing with the referee’s decision, getting into his face about the loss. Frustrated they move him aside as they confront Desert Sex, who look to want no part of the duo. From the crowd there is a commotion as a figure hops over the guard rail to attack the Commonwealth Connection from behind, joining in a postmatch beatdown on the duo. With the job done, the fans boo as the figure turns to reveal himself to be the Masked Marvel! He joins with Scorpio and Ness and Roberts as the three Desert Sex members raise their title up in the air. SC: What the – that’s the Masked Marvel from PWR! SJ: Holy shit! Get security on that convict! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Desert Sex (CUT TO LA) (CUT TO BACKSTAGE, AS OZZY FINCH IS PATROLLING THROUGH THE HALLWAYS UNTIL HE COMES ACROSS THE ULTIMATE SCALLY AND TORCH, WHO ARE WATCHING ALL THE ACTION FROM ONE OF THE MONITORS. THERE IS A TON OF EMPTY BOTTLES AND BROKEN GLASS EVERYWHERE AS THEY LAUGH AT SOME MOMENT THAT LOOKS PARTICULARLY VIOLENT.) OF: Torch? Scally? What are you guys doing here? T: Well if you got your head out of your ass, you’d know you’re talking with two former King of the Deathmatches, and we’re looking to see who thinks they’re going to measure up to our legacy of Hardcore. US: You mean ‘Scallycore,’ ‘cause nothing’s more hardcore than Scally. OF: Well can I get your thoughts on how you prepared for this tournament? T: Prepare? How do you prepare for a slew of matches that were created with the whole purpose of inflicting maximum pain with minimum wait? There’s no way to prepare yourself for having to face the most physically punishing tournament in wrestling today. US: Not only that, but you have to deal with some of the most vicious, bloodthirsty people and face all sorts of challenges and surprises around every corner. OF: Well speaking of surprises gentlemen, there are two questions that are gripping TFWF right, and I just have to ask your opinion on them – who is TCK’s fourth member going to be, and who do you think Question Mark is? T: Well, some little birdies have told me that they think that it’s Latrisha of PWR coming here. US: That’s total bullshit, and besides which nobody gives a damn about this Question Mark. As for this “TCK” group of Fallen Angel’s, here’s what I think of it. (SCALLY LIFTS HIS HEAD UP HIGH AS HE CLEARS HIS THROAT BEFORE HOCKING A TREMENDOUS LUGIE, RIGHT ONTO OZZY’S SHOE.) US: Tell me what happens. I’ll go get some more fuel. (THE TWO LEGENDS LAUGH AS SCALLY WALKS AWAY, WITH A SHADOW FROM ONE OF THE CORNERS GROWING WIDER AS WE SEE A HEAD POKE OUT WATCHING SCALLY AND TORCH.) (RINGSIDE) SC: Was that me or was someone watching Torch and Scally there? Someone around the corner? SJ: Certainly looked like it to me... Semi Final King of the Deathmatches - Scaffold DeathMatch Fallen Angel vs Viktor Kovalenko (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarterfinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a scaffold death match... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds… Fallen Angel!!! P: And his opponent... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs... "The War Hound," Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: Undefeated in T.F.W.F. competition so far...two steps away from being the King of the Deathmatches... T: He is going to have to get more in the spirit of this if he wants to win it and use some damn weapons! MM: Here we go ladies and gentlemen with this semi-final match, it's a scaffold and barbed wire affair! T: This was the same match that Fallen Angel went out to Sandy Makel last year! MM: Well Angel will want to put the ghosts of last year to bed, but with those nasty bites from the piranhas can he manage it? T: Not to mention he's going up against the man who just put his protégé of sorts, Jonnah Street, out of this tournament! The beginning of the match sees... Angel and Kovalenko climb the scaffold, meeting in the middle. Angel snarls at Kovalenko, curling his upper lip and making a cut-throat gesture. The pair lock up, with the more experienced Angel forcing Kovalenko back against one of the poles holding the scaffold, chopping at his chest. Kovalenko stumbles forward, right into an uppercut from Angel that sends him close to the edge, however Kovalenko manages to hold his balance. He turns, blocking a shot from Angel and he plants a hard forearm into the Career Killer's jaw, sending him stumbling back against the far pole. Kovalenko follows it up with a hard clothesline, dropping Angel onto the wood hard. Angel holds his back as he gets to his feet, and Kovalenko immediately plants a forearm into his back! Angel stumbles forward on the wood as Kovalenko runs, and Angel dodges it! This time it's Kovalenko stumbling on the edge and Angel turns, planting a forearm in the back of his head, and Kovalenko goes flying off the scaffold into the barbed wire!!! The crowd go mad with shock as Kovalenko rolls around in the wire, blood already beginning to pour from the torn skin. Angel stares down before he smirks and leaps - BUT Kovalenko ROLLS OUT THE WAY! Angel's attempted leg drop sees him crash and burn into the wire as the crowd explodes with noise! MM: We saw that very same move from Fallen Angel last year! In fact, it's how he lost the match to Sandy Makel! T: Do you think Kovalenko did some homework prior to this one then? MM: It seems that way, but can Kovalenko capitalise in the same way Makel did a year ago? Kovalenko crawls across the razor-sharp wire, battling through the pain as he covers Angel...1...2...NO! The crowd gasp as Angel throws a shoulder up and Kovalenko pulls him to a vertical base before throwing a shot at Angel's face, knocking him back before planting a knee into his skull. Angel stumbles back to the ladder, and begins to climb onto the scaffold as Kovalenko climbs the other one, and both men find themselves back on the top. Angel throws a punch, which Kovalenko responds to with one of his own, followed by a kick to the gut. He then pulls Angel into a front facelock, before draping the arm and lifting Angel with a huge suplex on the wood! Angel screams out, holding his back as Kovalenko slams a boot into his gut and pulls him to his feet. He then drags Angel up onto his shoulders as if going for a samoan drop, however appears to have second thoughts. T: seen it before, Kovalenko is so much more at home on the mat than in a wrestling and even worse, HARDCORE position like this! MM: Well, Fallen Angel will use any hesitation to his advantage... we know that much! The middles of the match sees...Mahoney's wisdom proves true as Angel drops off the shoulders and lifts Kovalenko, dropping him on the wood with a vicious back suplex. He then scoops Kovalenko up, tossing him off the scaffold and into the barbed wire! Kovalenko writhes around as Angel drops down off the top, covering Kovalenko ...1...2...NO! Kovalenko throws his shoulder up just in time, and Angel goes to slam his fist down in frustration before realising what exactly is covering the ground below his feet. Instead he pulls Kovalenko up and takes a few steps back, pumping his arm for one of his signature lariats. He runs, throwing the arm, however Kovalenko manages to drop down and he kicks out Angel's legs, dropping him face-first into the wire! Kovalenko wastes no time stamping down on Angel's back, driving his chest into the wire before he pulls up on Angel's hair and slams his face down into the razor-sharp barbs! Angel rolls onto his back, revealing a very obvious crimson mask and Viktor Kovalenko stares down, shaking his head as if to say that it's the last he'll use of the wire as a weapon. Kovalenko then pulls Angel up and drags him back to the scaffold, by which time Angel manages to come to enough to pull himself up. MM: What a match we've seen so far! T: Blood and gore... it's the King of the Deathmatch, Mahoney! MM: Well, can our only former-winner, Fallen Angel, manage to overcome this? As Angel and Kovalenko get to their feet on top of the Scaffold, Kovalenko throws a hard shot, knocking Angel back before he responds with an elbow to the face. Kovalenko stumbles back, holding his cheek in pain as Angel slams a knee into the gut, before spinning Kovalenko around and dropping him with a neckbreaker! Kovalenko rolls perilously close to the edge, and Angel kicks him, causing him to fall but cling to the edge. Angel nods to himself as he crouches over his hanging opponent, but Kovalenko gets a hand up around Angel's throat! The Career Killer's eyes bulge as he finds himself pulled towards the edge, however he manages to reverse it, hauling Kovalenko back up onto the scaffold. Kovalenko plants a boot into Angel's gut, before he clutches him - T-BONE SUPLEX!!! Angel clutches his back in pain as he pulls himself to his feet, using the pole for support. Kovalenko runs at him and Angel dodges it, causing Kovalenko to crash into the metal pole and he stumbles back. Angel kicks him, going for the Cradle of Darkness, but Kovalenko manages to reverse it into a back body drop of sorts, but Angel manages to hold on! MM: WOAH! Who's going to be the first to fall? T: Well Angel's clutching on for dear life! Angel throws wild knees at the head of Kovalenko before they both end back on their feet and Angel lifts Kovalenko for a back suplex, but he gets his hands on an overhanging piece of metal holding up the scaffold and drops down, clinching Angel into a waist-lock. Reaching the edge, Kovalenko pulls back, trying for a German suplex, however Angel manages to break the shot and he turns, slamming a huge elbow to the head! Kovalenko spins so he's facing out, stumbling on the edge and Angel grabs his head - ANGEL DEATH DROP OFF THE SCAFFOLD INTO THE BARBED WIRE! T: Excuse my French... HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MM: They've got to be dead! T: Don't be silly Mahoney, one of these two is going to the final... Both men are laid out in the barbed wire as the crowd keep a chant of 'holy shit' going. Angel manages to get an arm across onto the chest of Kovalenko … one... two... thr- KICKOUT FROM Kovalenko! Angel stares on despairingly as Kovalenko slowly begins to get to a vertical base. FINISH...Angel smirks as he waits for Kovalenko to turn, before planting a boot into Kovalenko's gut and he pulls him in, but the well-trained Kovalenko manages to pull Angel's legs from under him and Angel drops down onto the mat covered in wire. Kovalenko then goes for Angel's arm, going for the feared Anaconda Choke, but Angel manages to boot him away before climbing to his feet. He lunges for Kovalenko, however the War Hound dodges it and he scoops Angel right up into the Argentine rack position before dropping his head into the mat with a vicious Total Viktory! The crowd go mad as Kovalenko leans over Angel and throws a HUGE punch at the Career Killer's face, followed by another, and another, and another! He then pulls Angel into a grounded head lock before throwing some horrific knees a the Career Killer's head, and as Angel tries to defend himself Kovalenko grasps the arm and twists it - ANACONDA CHOKE! Everyone in the arena is on their feet as the Career Killer struggles, but soon the flailing limbs cease and Kovalenko gets an arm on Angel... one... two... three! The crowd go mad as Kovalenko's hand is raised! MM: WOW! Kovalenko... just damn near knocked the seven-time world champion out! T: This entire arena is stunned, but it means Kovalenko has made it into the final of his debut Tournament appearance. Winner, and Advancing: Viktor Kovalenko (CUT TO NY) (THE ACTION CUTS TO THE TCK LOCKER ROOM WHERE JC MCDONALD STANDS WITH BACKSTAGE INTERVIEWER BETH MCCAIN. MCDONALD IS IN HIS WARM UP GEAR OF A BLACK AND GOLD TCK TRACKSUIT. HE HAS A BOTTLE OF WATER IN HAND AND A PAIR OF SUNGLASSES ON HIS FACE. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD BOOING LOUDLY AT THE SIGHT OF MCDONALD WHO RESPONDS WITH A DISMISSIVE SNEER. BETH LOOKS TO THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION BEFORE TURNING BACK TO ADDRESS THE VIEWERS.) BMC: I’m backstage with the former World Heavyweight Champion and member of TCK, JC McDonald. Tonight JC you have the opportunity to… (BEFORE BETH CAN FINISH ASKING HER FIRST QUESTION MCDONALD SWIPES THE MIC FROM HER AND SMIRKS.) JCMD: Alright toots hit the bricks, I’ve got this. (BETH LOOKS FURIOUS AS MCDONALD SLAPS HER ON THE ASS AND THEN TURNS BACK TO THE CAMERA.) JCMD: New York City tonight I take back what is rightfully mine, the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title! Tonight there are no psychotic clowns to distract me, no prisons to have to fight in, tonight it’s all about me proving once again that I am the top of the food chain in the TFWF. Tonight I will smash through three of the greatest wrestlers in the world to reclaim what is rightfully mine. (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD BOOING AS MCDONALD REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND STARES INTENTLY INTO THE CAMERA.) JCMD: Cross, you have been on borrowed time for months around here and just like the rest of the TFWF locker room I’m sick to death of hearing about you and your family. James Onlee should do us all a favour and put the pair of them in the fucking ground so we can all get on with our lives. (THE EVIL SNEER FROM MCDONALD BRINGS MORE BIG HEAT FROM THE ARENA.) JCMD: Makel, Pect, you two have crashed this party without an invite and I’m not going to pretend I’m happy about it. Neither of you deserve this World Title shot. You might be world class talents but you haven’t earned your spot in this match. I am the true number one contender and tonight I’m going to prove it. The Mould is going back to the top boys and there’s nothing you three can do about it. The World Title is coming back to TCK once again because frankly, only a member of TCK has the skills, the looks and the all round talent to hold the World Title. It’s going to be another night of domination by TCK. I can’t think of a better way to start 2010 on Pay Per View, can you? (MCDONALD TURNS TO BETH WHO GOES TO ANSWER BUT MCDONALD CUTS HER OFF.) JCMD: Like anyone gives a shit what you think! (THE CROWD BOO AGAIN AS MCDONALD SMIRKS AND POINTS OFF CAMERA AND EVENTUALLY BETH WALKS AWAY LOOKING EXTREMELY UPSET. MCDONALD TURNS BACK TO THE CAMERA A FINAL TIME.) JCMD: Makel, Pect, Cross tonight I’m taking the World Title back and I’m doing it in style as only The Mould can. The fans of the TFWF might not like it, but I’m the best thing going today and tonight I prove it once and for all. See you in the main event, bitches. (MCDONALD DROPS THE MIC AND SMIRKS ONE FINAL TIME BEFORE WALKING OFF CAMERA TO THE LOUD BOOING OF THE CROWD IN THE ARENA.) (CUT TO LA) MM: JC McDonald looking to regain the World title...but we have one foot in the finale here...a shocking scaffold match which has seen BLANK book themselves a chance to become the 2010 King of the Deathmatches. T: Man, we are on the verge of something special tonight. ITS HARD-FUCKING-CORE!!! Semi Final King of the Deathmatches - LastBlood Match Joel Bryant vs James Onlee (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a semifinal King of the Deathmatches match and is a last blood match... *’SIRENS AND CHURCH BELLS PLAY* (MASSIVE 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from the Redfield Church of God…weighing 245 pounds…'The Reverend' James Onlee!!! MM: Took it to Jack Hondo in round one and now finds himself one match away from the final Trem. T: You know Sebastian Cross is somewhere watching this... P: And his opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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!!! MM: He beat Question Mark in round one taking his undefeated streak away...now Joel has a tough challenge in a former World Champion in round 2. T: I dont know who has the advantage here ... The match begins...with Bryant and Onlee staring across at one another. They walk towards the middle of the ring and go nose to nose jawing back and forth as the crowd get really into it. Onlee then out of nowhere hits a massive headbutt Bryant who grabs for his face as the crowd awe. Onlee pushes Bryant back with his forehead as a bit of blood trickles from the nose! Exchanging rights and lefts back and forth as they share the punches. Bryant gets the better of Onlee who then grabs him in a headlock and delivers a bulldog, Bryant wrenches in a mat based headlock Onlee tries to wriggle out, but cannot, Bryant synchs it in hard until Onlee is able to pull them to their feet and hit a fall away back suplex, Onlee pulls Bryant to his feet, but Bryant counters with an attempted small package as with a bit of blood now apparent there is a legitimate call for a pin which Onlee easily kicks out of. Both men get back to their feet as Onlee nails Bryant with a few forearm shots before and goes for a dtt, but Bryant counters and sends him into the ropes where he follows up with a clothesline as both men go to the outside. Onlee gets to his feet first and picks Bryant up and slams him down onto the floor. He then removes the mat and begins another slam before searching under the ring for a weapon to inflict more damage. Bryant staggers back to his feet and grabs the chair which Onlee has from his hands and Onlee slams him with a chair shot to the ribs before connecting around the back of the head. He drops the chair and plants Bryant with a ddt onto the chair as the crowd cheer for the blood. Bryant slowly get to his feet and then Onlee slams another chair shot to his head sending him hard to the canvass again. Bryant tries to get to his knees and Onlee brings another shot down! Onlee throws the chair into the ring and picks up Bryant looking to toss him in as well, but Bryant counters with a shot to the face and then another, he delivers another headbutt busting the nose open further he sends Onlee into the guard rail and he goes over the top into the fans. Bryant goes under the ring and removes a barbwire bat, Onlee pops his head up and Bryant plants the bat onto his face as the crowd ‘ohhhh’ in anticipation as Bryant is now bleeding and we have total blood and pins/submissions can commence. MM: A variation on last years match Tremere with this last blood match meaning you have to have bled to be pinned or be submitted. T: This years rules...last years rules...all I know is one of these men is going to the final of this tournament more than likely stained in their own blood and the other guys! MM: That is very true Tremere that early headbutt on Bryant saw an early opportunity to put this away, but I don’t think its going to be that easy. T: Nobody is going to give up this opportunity that easy Mahoney...not when they have worked this hard to get here. The middle of the match sees...Bryant searching for more weapons he throws a ladder into the ring, another chair, some thumbtacks, a table as the crowd begin counting the amount of weapons going into the ring. He slides into the ring and begins looking at which weapon to use on Onlee, however, Onlee is able to get up and hit a quick drop kick out of nowhere and sends Bryant into the ropes, he grabs the ladder and slams it into the face of Bryant who goes to the outside of the ring through the ropes. Onlee grabs a chair from in the ring and slides to the outside. Bryant starts to get up groggy and bleeding a lot, Onlee whacks him around the head with a chair three times as he falls to the floor. The crowd who are very blood thirsty get right into it chanting along as Onlee throws him back in the ring, he goes for a cover and gets a two count, he pulls Bryant to his feet and delivers a walking side slam onto the barbwire bat ripping his back open. Bryant rolls in agony, another cover by Onlee only yields a two count again. Onlee grabs the ladder and sets it up in the corner, he pulls Bryant to his feet and tries to send him into the corner, but Onlee is reversed and goes head first in himself. He staggers back with a bloody face and Bryant goes for a school boy which gets a two count. Both men lay on the mat gathering a bit of breath, both with their own blood. Bryant gets up first and pulls Onlee to his feet and hits a few rights and left shots back him into the corner and then sends him hard into the ropes following up with a spear which sends both men through the middle ropes!!!!! The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as both men are down and out near the announce table. Bryant gets up first, he stumbles a bit groggy and pulls the ladder from inside the ring and wipes the blood from his face. He removes the stuff like the monitors from the announce table. MM: Oh my God, we know what’s coming Tremere... T: Bryant aint setting a table for dinner baby! MM: But he is setting it for something! Finish...Bryant scoops Onlee onto the table, he sets up the ladder and begins climbing it. The crowd as he climbs begins to stand to watch what is going to happen. He pauses for a moment, the exhaustion of round one, the blood loss so far taking its toll on him, he wipes the blood from his face again and breathes heavily, but Bryant is stirring on the table, he rolls off the table and pulls himself onto the otherside of the ladder. Both men then begin an exhausted and blood drained foot race to get to the top of the ladder and have the higher ground advantage, the crowd cheering wildly below as they both get to the top. Bryant gets their first and begins hitting shots to the back of Onlee head, but Onlee will not fall down and powers through also making his way to the top, both men now nearly up right are trading blows on the top of the ladder, Bryant throws a wild right hand, Onlee ducks and then hip tosses both of them off the damn ladder through the announce table below!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MM: MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD! T: Now that was something very extreme! MM: Bryant and Onlee in front of us here now...both bloody, both broken and both not damn well moving. T: Hell if they don’t soon it could be a default King! MM: Now that would be a first in the history of the T.F.W.F.. Bryant and Onlee lie motionless for a moment...all of a sudden Question Mark comes out from the backstage area. He walks over to Bryant and lays his arm over James Onlee. With both men out for the count, the referee administers the count...one...two...three. MM: Is that even legal it wasn’t in the ring? T: There is no stipulations on that score Mahoney...but why the hell did Question Mark help Joel Bryant win the match? MM: Maybe he is a buddy of Sebastian Cross...but whatever the case...Joel Bryant the Hardcore Champion is in the final of the King of the Deathmatches. Winner, and Advancing: Joel Bryant (CUT TO NY) (CUT TO BACKSTAGE, WHERE A NERVOUS-LOOKING BETH MCCAIN SEEMS TO BE CREEPING ABOUT A TFWF SUPERSTAR'S LOCKER ROOM. SHE POKES HER HEAD UP AND MAKES SURE SHE'S BEING QUIET AS HER EYES GO WIDE UPON SEEING SOMETHING NEARBY. SHE GOES TO GRAB IT, WHEN SUDDENLY, A HAND SHOOTS FROM OFF-SCREEN AND GRABS HER BY THE WRIST. BETH YELPS AS SHE'S SLOWLY TURNED AROUND TO REVEAL THE MOUNTAINOUS FRAME OF ONE YUUTA YAKUU! THERE'S A MIXED REACTION FROM THE CROWD AS A VERY ANGRY-LOOKING KONICIWA STEPS FORWARD.) MK: Ms. McCain... what are you doing here? BM: Please, let me go, you're hurting me-- MK: This is a great dishonor, Ms. McCain. Do you understand? BM: All this time, it's been-- MK: Say no more. BM: But I know-- MK: You know nothing! Security! (YUUTA GRUNTS AS HE LETS GO OF BETH'S ARM. SHE FAVORS IT FOR A MOMENT WHEN A GROUP OF SECURITY OFFICERS RUSHES IN AND BEGIN TO ESCORT HER AWAY.) BM: I know who it is, and you can't hide it anymore! I know who the fourth- (AND WITH THAT, KONICIWA SHUTS THE DOOR, FORCEFULLY. HE GIVES YAKUU A LOOK AND SNEERS, AS THE SHOT FADES TO BLACK. (RINGSIDE) SC: What the hell is going on! He can’t do that! SJ: He is the Japanese Sumo Champion and that snoopy bitchy has no right going through his stuff... SC: She has every right! There is a rumour going around he is the 4th member of TCK and tonight we were damn close to finding out! SJ: Bah, who cares...let’s watch the Hired Hitman squash a couple of flies! T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match Phenom (c) vs Jose Ramon vs Exile (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *'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: I think Jose took this as a bit of a joke until Exile was introduced...tonight he looks to regain that Intercontinental Championship. SJ: Funny man isn’t going to have the last laugh... JH: Introducing... *'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 can do something he has yet to do in the T.F.W.F., a goal he set himself when he got here, to taste Intercontinental Championship gold. SJ: Never in a millions year...he is riding on emotions too much... JH: And their opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Phenom!!! SC: 300 pounds of complete badass wrestler and a hired gun for The Career Killers for many months...for me the favourite to be their 4th member. SJ: Well he is the favourite for this match, so I don’t see why he wouldn’t be the favourite to be their 4th member. The beginning of the match sees...Phenom going straight away for Jose Ramon, who's looking especially nervous with not one, but two TFWF superstars looking to put him in the ground tonight. The quick-thinking Ramon easily evades a huge clothesline from Phenom before running the ropes, only to get blindsided by a running calf kick out of nowhere from Exile. There's a loud pop from the pro-Exile part of the audience as he gets right back on the offensive, mounting Ramon and following up with a series of forearms shivers from the top. Phenom, however, lumbers over and practically palms Exile's head, hurling him off and sending him to the floor. He goes for a quick stomp to Ramon before effortlessly pulling him up to his feet, grabbing him by the back of the neck and one of his arms and simply chucking the smaller Ramon across the ring. Ramon crashes hard to the mat, favoring his back, as Phenom looks to continue his onslaught. His attention is split however, as Exile dashes forward with a jumping forearm shot that finds its mark and stumbles the big man. Exile continues pounding away, until a fairly-annoyed Phenom steadies himself and sends Exile rolling with a big shove. Not one to quit, Exile is right back on his feet, before getting shoved down to the ground again. Gritting his teeth, Exile's back up one last time, running forward but eating a HUGE yakuza kick that flips him inside out to even BIGGER crowd heat! With both fan favorites on the ground at the beginning of the match, it's clear from the "Hired Hitman's" eyes that he means business tonight. SJ: Hey, Scoop -- how many guys does it take to beat the Intercontinental champion? SC: Ugh, I don't know, Snoop. How many? SJ: Just one. But it ain't gonna be either of these morons. The middle of the match sees...Phenom really imposing his will on the other two superstars -- dividing up his attention and keeping them individually grounded with a series of ring-shaking slams and suplexes to hamper any chances of an aerial offense. We see some slight offense building on Exile's front with some good counters, a few quick roll-up attempts, and a high-veolcity hurricanrana, but the much bigger and much more durable Phenom is too powerful for Exile to do any real lasting damage at this point. Soon enough, we see Phenom hitting a big-time, sit-down "dominator" that flattens Exile like a pancake in the middle of the ring. Seeing a potential pinfall opportunity, Phenom rolls Exile over for a cover -- one! Two! NO! 'Nom gets interrupted by Ramon who isn't showing any signs of giving up, yet. Scowling, the "New York Nightmare" gets to his feet, but gets tagged with a dropkick to the chest which staggers him back. Ramon telegraphing another dropkick now, but switching it up at the last possible second and nailing a hesitation dropkick on the way down, right to Phenom's kneecap! Phenom buckles as Ramon switches it into another gear, unleashing a dizzying blitzkrieg of leg kicks to Phenom's knees and thighs that eventually bring the big man to a single knee. Sneering, Phenom looks up, and blocks a potentially match-ending kick to the head, only for Ramon to continue his momentum and spin into an even FASTER jumping roundhouse kick that practically takes Phenom's head off! The pro-Ramon crowd pop huge for Ramon, who plays right back to them. Unfortunately, he takes a little too long as here comes Exile from out of nowhere again, springboarding from the apron with a mile-high front dropkick that finds its mark! Ramon gets blasted to the ground, rolling into the ring ropes and trying to regain his bearings. Exile right back on his feet, however, as Ramon runs forward -- Exile ducks the clothesline attempt and runs forward into the ropes, leaping to the second rope and rebounding back with a SICK tornado DDT that plants Ramon right into the canvas! Exile with a cover! One! Two! Th--NO! Kickout from Ramon! Exile grabs Ramon by the head to pick him up, but Ramon with a lightning-fast European uppercut right to the chin that stun Exile for a moment. Ramon following up with another European uppercut, then a knife-edge chop before irish-whipping Exile into the corner. Exile about to hit chest-first, but he manages to stop himself and jump to the second set of turnbuckles. Ramon in hot pursuit, but Exile leaps over and twists in mid-air, grabbing Ramon and rolling through for a sunset flip! The ref slides into position, but here's Phenom with a running kick to Exile's head that cracks like a gunshot throughout the arena! The crowd responds accordingly as Phenom growls and forcefully grabs a confused Jose Ramon, setting him up for a high-impact tigerbomb! He's up... and BOOM! WHAT IMPACT! Cover by Phenom! ONE! TWO! THRE--NO! RAMON WITH A SHOULDER UP! SC: My god, that was close! SJ: That ref's looking at an "accessory to murder" charge if he lets this go on, I'm telling you. FINISH...an all-out war between all of the competitors involved. Phenom is slowly starting to gas out at this point, as the superior conditioning of the smaller superstarts is starting to become more and more apparent. At one point, we see Phenom grab Exile for a gorilla press slam, but it's Exile's quick-countering again that's a factor as he maneuvers out of it into a possible DDT. However, Phenom utilizes his strength to block the DDT, using his positioning to hurl Exile up and over with a Northern Lights suplex -- but what's this? Ramon catching Exile and dropping him down with a powerbomb! ONE! TWO! THR--! NO! The crowd pops huge at Exile's insane determination as he gets his shoulder up, rolling towards the ropes. Ramon goes to follow, but here's Phenom grabbing Ramon by the rights! He goes for a back towering back suplex, but Ramon backflips out of it, landing on his feet and giving him enough time to set up another basement dropkick! The dropkick finds its mark, bringing Phenom down to both knees this time as Ramon runs the ropes -- he goes for a running enziguri, but here's Exile out of nowhere with an enziguri of his own to the opposite side of Phenom's head! Phenom's down from the tandem attack and rolls to the outside as Exile and Ramon stand face-to-face again in the middle of the ring, starting to trade blows. Both men putting on a lightning-quick clinic of light-heavyweight action now, as Ramon eventually gets the upperhand, driving Exile to the mat face-first with a downward spiral! Ramon looking to the bustling crowd as he signals for the top rope! The crowd is going insane as he quickly moves into position, scaling his way up. Upon reaching the top, he makes gestures for everyone to bring out their cameras as he sets up for his patented shooting star press! Soaring into the air, he hits the apex of the jump before completing the flip -- and WHAT'S THIS?! PHENOM YANKING EXILE OUT OF THE RING! RAMON CRASHING HARD TO THE MAT! PHENOM SLIDING HIS WAY INTO THE RING AND GRABBING RAMON FOR THE FINAL DESTINATION! HE RAISES HIM UP -- BUT RAMON WITH A COUNTER CRADLE THAT ROLLS UP PHENOM TIGHT! ONE! TWO! THREE! RAMON IS YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION AGAIN! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Jose Ramon SJ: Oh, for God's sake! SC: He's done it! Ramon is your TWO-time, TFWF Intercontinental champion! SJ: But I wouldn't be celebrating quite yet, Scoop -- LOOK! (IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE MATCH, PHENOM'S INITIAL LOOK OF SHOCK TURNS RIGHT INTO ONE OF FURY AS HE GRABS RAMON BY THE HAIR, JERKING HIM UP TO HIS FEET. SHOUTING SOME RATHER UNSAVORY WORDS INTO THE NEW CHAMP'S FACE, HE HURLS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE. RAMON CRUMPLES TO THE MAT AS PHENOM BEGINS A MERCILESS SERIES OF MUDHOLE STOPS TO RAMON'S FACE THAT ARE FRIGHTENINGLY FINDING THEIR MARK. THE REF TRIES TO INTERVENE, BUT IS PROMPTLY CLOCKED IN THE FACE. EXILE TRIES TO JUMP IN AS WELL, ODDLY ENOUGH, AND GETS A FEW SHOTS IN BEFORE TAKING A "FINAL DESTINATION" FOR HIS TROUBLES. SUDDENLY, PHENOM FINDS HIMSELF ALONE IN THE RING WITH RAMON, WITH A CAMERA CATCHING ALL OF IT. WITH A WICKED, SADISTIC GRIN ON HIS FACE, PHENOM EYES THE CAMERA AND RIPS IT AWAY FROM THE CAMERAMAN.) SC: Oh, no... SJ: Oh, YES! (PHENOM TAKING THE CAMERA NOW, WITH A MIGHTY ROAR, SMASHES THE CAMERA INTO RAMON'S ALREADY-BLOODIED FACE. THE CROWD HEAT IS DEAFENING NOW AS PHENOM ISN'T DONE, YET. TAKING NOTE OF THE CAMERA'S CABLE, HE STARTS WRAPPING IT AROUND RAMON'S NECK BEFORE DRAGGING HIM OUT TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING. GRABBING THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE FROM THE MAT, HE TOSSES IT OUT OF THE RING TOWARDS THE RAMP, SCREAMING INTO RAMON'S FACE.) PH: YOU WANT YOUR BELT, CHAMP?! HUH?! (THE HEAT IS GETTING EVEN LOUDER AS PHENOM STANDS A THOROUGHLY-DEFEATED RAMON UP WITH THE CORD WRAPPED AROUND HIS NECK.) PH: THEN GO... (HE TAKES THE CORD AND STARTS RUNNING TOWARDS THE RING ROPES...) PH: GET IT! (AND IN ONE FLUID MOTION, PHENOM HURLS RAMON OVER, BUT STILL HAS A GRIP ON THE CORD, EFFECTIVELY HANGING RAMON BY HIS NECK OVER THE RING ROPES. WALKING OVER TOWARDS ONE OF THE RING POSTS, PHENOM SMILES AGAIN AND STARTS WRAPPING THE REST OF THE CORD AROUND IT, EFFECTIVELY LYNCHING THE CURRENT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION HERE, TONIGHT. A STRUGGLING RAMON IS KICKING HIS LEGS, TRYING TO UNDO THE MAKESHIFT NOOSE WITH HIS HANDS AS HIS FACE TURNS AN AWFUL SHADE OF PURPLE.) SC: For God's sake, will someone stop this?! (PHENOM, MEANWHILE, HAS SIMPLY LEFT THE RING VIA THE OTHER SIDE, CALMLY WALKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD AND WATCHING HIS HANDIWORK VIA THE TA-TRON -- THE IMAGE OF A SUFFOCATING AND BLOOD-GURGLING RAMON FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE. SUDDENLY, WE SEE A WOMAN RUSH DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDE INTO THE RING.) SJ: What the?! (THE WOMAN IMMEDIATELY STARTS UNDOING THE CORD ON BOTH SIDES BEFORE HELPING LIFT RAMON TO THE RING APRON. SHE KNEELS DOWN TO MAKE SURE RAMON ISN'T SERIOUSLY HURT BEFORE TURNING TO EXILE, STILL OUT COLD BY THE NEARBY TURNBUCKLES. SHE THEN STANDS, NARROWS HER EYES, AND QUICKLY TURNS TO FACE PHENOM, WHO'S WATCHING ALL OF THIS GO DOWN.) SJ: Hold on... wait one goddamn second. Is that-- SC: LATRISHA FROM PWR! (THE CROWD STARTS TO CHEER AS LATRISHA'S FACE FINALLY MAKES IT ONTO THE TA-TRON, SNEERING AT PHENOM. WE SEE HER MOUTH THE WORDS, "NO MORE," AS SHE SLOWLY SHAKES HER HEAD AT THE SMILING "HIRED HITMAN.") (BACKSTAGE) (THE ACTION CUTS TO KURT DAWSON WHO IS STANDING IN FRONT OF A TFWF BANNER WITH RHYS PECT. THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD GOING CRAZY AT THE SIGHT OF PECT. HE LOOKS FOCUSED AND SERIOUS AS HE RUNS HIS HAND ACROSS HIS FACE AS DAWSON ADDRESSES THE VIEWERS.) KD: Kurt Dawson here backstage with Rhys Pect who later tonight will challenge for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title against JC McDonald, Sandy Makel and of course the reigning and defending World Champion Sebastian Cross. Rhys, it’s been a controversial few months since your return to the TFWF following a long injury lay off. How do you feel going into tonight’s huge World Title match? (PECT SIGHS AS DAWSON HOLDS THE MIC UP TO HIM TO REPLY.) RP: How do I feel? How do I feel? I’ve got the whole wrestling world chasing me down for the chance to take me out of this sport and become the fourth member of TCK. I’ve got Fallen Angel faking drug tests and… (KURT QUICKLY INTERRUPTS.) KD: That’s quite an accusation Rhys, do you have any proof? (PECT SMIRKS AS HE REPLIES.) RP: It’s not an accusation Kurt, it’s the damn truth. What proof do I need, it’s Fallen Angel, you can’t put anything past him. He’ll sink to the lowest depths he can just to avoid facing me one on one. Trust me Kurt, I’ll prove it soon enough and then there will be no where for Angel to hide! (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CAN BE HEARD CHEERING THIS AS PECT LOOKS ALL FIRED UP.) KD: So back to tonight, are you ready for a match of this importance? RP: Ready? Kurt I was born ready. I’ve been World Champion before and I’ll be World Champion again later tonight. I don’t care who I have to go through or what I have to do, tonight Rhys Pect goes back to the top of the TFWF and then I’ll take care of Fallen Angel, TCK and anyone else that tries to get involved in my business. This is MY time Kurt, MY TIME! (KURT NODS HIS HEAD AS PECT LOOKS TOTALLY READY FOR THE MAIN EVENT LATER TONIGHT.) KD: There you have it folks, he may be a marked man but Rhys Pect is more than ready for his World Title match later tonight! It’s going to be a classic! (CUT TO LA) MAIN EVENT LOS ANGELES: Final King of the Deathmatches - Rangers Rules Match Viktor Kovalenko vs Joel Bryant (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is the FINAL OF THE King of the Deathmatches match and is a RANGERS RULES MATCH... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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!!! MM: Controversial semi final win by Bryant, but he is here now and this is one for the ages a guranteed new King tonight Tremere. T: There has been a lot of tension between these two guys building up...kind of fitting they are here together. P: And his opponent... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs... "The War Hound," Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: The Hardcore Champion vs. a man who hasnt used a weapon in his career. T: With those mines and what not he might not have a choice... The beginning of the match sees...both men looking at the timer clock coming down, of course the match made famous by the Kovalenko rolls his neck, then for the first time in the history of this event’s finale, he steps forward and extends his hand, Bryant shakes it and the crowd go wild. They circle, both men no stranger to the injuries and blood they have lost tonight. The inital lockup sees Kovalenko use his power to drop Bryant to the mat, but Joel sweeps the leg and looks to snap a submission move on, Viktor breaks free and both men are on their feet again circling the other. A second lock up commences and Viktor has control with a headlock, but Joel pulls out the back and hits a back cracker from nowhere getting the crowd going. Viktor is slow to get up and Joel pounces on the opportunity delivering lefts and rights from a mounted position. Viktor blocks the next attempt and spins Joel into an armbar the same one he used on Aaron Roberts all those months ago. Viktor pulls it tigher, but adjusts his mat position and sets off one of the mines and then is out on his back as the crowd cheer at the first bit of explosion going off in this one. MM: Is that inexperience Tremere? T: I think it’s just bad positioning, I mean it’s difficult to remember these mats now have to be tread on carefully. MM: Well, we saw the inexperience earlier with the casket match and literally his American helper had to help...well him out! T: Yeah, but now Viktor knows he can only win this one by escaping a cage, a ticking clock makes sense in any damn language. Bryant picks Viktor to his feet and sends him head first into a corner where a C4 goes off and the big Ukranian staggers back. Bryant then hits a wonderfully executed back suplex onto another mine in the middle of the ring and Viktor isn’t moving A scarred and bloodied body from two mines and a C4 explosion. Bryant picks Viktor up and the Ukranian swaggers back and forth on the spot almost dropping to one knee. Bryant lines up for a spear, but Viktor moves at the last minute and now Joel goes right into the turnbuckle with another explosion. Viktor drops to his knees and Joel lays motionless by the turnbuckle. Finally, Viktor gets up and picks Joel up. He hits two big European uppercuts and then body presses Bryant and drops him over the barbwire ring rope. Viktor then seems to have a crisis of conscience for a second afterwards, but realizing he doesn’t have time to do so begins to climb the cage on the inside MM: Viktor is going for it Tremere, but he is questioning that drop on the barbwire ropes. T: He hasn’t got time to do it, that fucking clock is ticking, MOVE YOU BIG PIECE OF CRAP! MM: Passion getting the better of you Tremere... T: I said it last year too...Get out and get out quick!! The middle of the match sees...Viktor climbing the cage, Joel gets to his feet once more stirs below with Viktor struggling to make any major progress up the side of the cage Joel is able to grab a leg and pull on Viktor. Viktor then boots him in the face, but sensing if he goes down its the end of him, Bryant stays upright and pulls onto Viktor actually climbing up the big man himself! Joel slaps on a sleeper hold around the neck of Viktor in an attempt to weaken him. Viktor using a left arm to elbow his opponent in the face over and over again, breaking open Joel’s nose. But the big man’s grip is weakening and he begins to fall back a little till finally he lets go and both men go crashing from the side of the cage onto a landmine below the crowd 'awww' in excitement. MM: GOOD GOD! Who came off worse there... T: I think Viktor might be near out cold, that sleeper had a major effect on him, but Bryant landed with Viktor on him and onto a damn mine...this is fricking hardcore man. Both men don’t stir for sometime as a death clock continues running overhead. Viktor gets up and slaps the side of his head. He grabs Joel and runs him into the side of the cage. He then hits a judo throw sending the Hardcore Champion skidding int he corner. Viktor once more goes for the climb, but keeps looking down more to see if Joel is moving. Then in an unprecedented move looks to position himself for a move on Joel from halfway up the cage. MM: This is insane...this man should not be attempting this! T: It’s for all the glory Mac, all the damn glory! Finish...Viktor looks to connect, but Joel gets up and delivers a jaw breaker as Viktor tries to turn his move into some sort of double axe handle. Blood splits out of Viktor’s mouth as the crowd awe. Bryant waits for a moment, gets Viktor onto his shoulders and hits a F5. The crowd go insane as Joel drops back down to his knees. He gets up himself and begins to crawl over to the cage side, putting his hands on barbwire to try and pick himself up, the blood pours out his hands as his face tells the story of a man in immense pain. He gets up and begins to climb, each rung looking more and more painful for Joel Bryant as he begins his climb with blood soaked hands with barbwire cuts. He gets a good portion of the way up the cage when Viktor gets to his feet. Viktor grabs for Joel and gets him in a powerbomb position and nails it off the side of the cage sending Joel into the corner. Viktor then lines up a tackle of his own as Joel is now on his knees, but Joel throws himself to the side and Viktor goes shoulder first into another live C4 corner!!!! MM: This is inhumane, this is crazy...no man can get a clear advantage here...and that damn timer is closing in... T: If the ring blows, the cage will collapse and then one man will literally win this is he can crawl out of the wreckage...they just cannot out do one another... MM: Two men seemingly destined to meet and your right...nothing seems able to separate them here tonight... Viktor and Joel both begin to stir and get to their feet, both look at the clock and begin to sway. For the first time in T.F.W.F. history they realize maybe its not about beating the other guy and escaping, but just beating the other guy. Both men move towards the farside of the cage, the crowd are chanting in time with the clock as both begin their ascent up the cage. It is no longer about destroying the other, its about the man with enough about him to pull himself over and drop down to the floor below. Both make the agonizing climb up the top of the cage...when all of a sudden... MM: WHAT THE HELL...WHAT THE HELL ARE TCK DOING HERE...ANGEL AND STREET... T: Oh for the love of God, is nothing sacred from these assholes... Street and Angel position themselves below the cage almost waiting to attack either man who drops down first, like a alligator pit below them. Both Viktor and Joel throw a respective leg over the cage when Question Mark all of a sudden comes rushing down the aisle to the cheers of the crowd! MM: He helped Bryant earlier and now he might well be putting a stop to TCK right here! Come on Question Mark! Mark pushes past TCK and knocks Street down and begins climbing the cage from the outside...he reaches the top where Kovalenko and Bryant are still trying to swing their legs over for the win. Question Mark then reaches into his pocket and removes a pair of...handcuffs? MM: WHAT THE HELL! T: NOT LIKE THIS! He grabs Bryant’s hand and cuffs him to the cage! The crowd cannot believe it. Kovalenko drops down the otherside of the cage...and hits the floor as Bryant tries to pull himself off the cage. MM: What is Question Mark doing? Why has he done this? Because of the first round? T: I don’t know... Viktor Kovalenko hits the floor and wins the tournament...he turns around and sees Bryant cuffed to the cage and begins to try and climb back up, TCK pull him down! Street clocks him with a right hand, Angel grabs the new King and tosses him headfirst into a guard rail. Question Mark drops down as he looks at the clock ticking. Bryant is trying to pull himself free, but it will do no good. As the clock hits 5...Question Mark stands on the otherside of Street and Angel...he pulls his black vest off to reveal a TCK shirt. MM: THE FOURTH MEMBER! T: ITS QUESTION MARK...BUT WHO... Angel and Street stand their with broad smiles as Question Mark pulls his mask off to reveal...LEVEL ONE... MM: Thats...thats...LEVEL ONE! T: The greatest enemy of Bryant’s career! The new TCK laugh as Bryant can be seen shouting ‘son of a bitch’ the cage goes off in a bang leaving the scene of Joel Bryant handcuffed to its remains and a broken new King of the Deathmatches left slumped in the corner near a guard rail. Stone Temple Pilots kicks in as Level One, Jonnah Street and Fallen Angel have garbage hurled at them... Winner, and 2010 King of The Deathmatches: Viktor Kovalenko (CUT TO NY) SC: I can’t believe what we have seen...what we have witnessed...it’s shocking... SJ: YEAH! THE T.F.W.F. JUST GOT FUCKED UP! SC: How do we move on from here... MAIN EVENT NEW YORK: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match - Fatal Four Way Elimination Sebastian Cross (c) vs JC McDonald vs Sandy Makel vs Rhys Pect (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is fatal four way elimination and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *'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 has had his trials and tribulations as of late, but tonight Rhys Pect has a chance to put all the doubters and sceptics to oneside... SJ: Cause tomorrow of course is ANOTHER DAY hahahahaha. SC: You are so damn smug about this! JH: Introducing... *'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: Former 2 time Champion has vowed that Ice Storm 2009 was a mere blip and tonight he will regain the Championship...can he do it? SJ: He is The Mould...he is in TCK...it will be done! JH: Introducing... *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (BIG 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…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! SC: The former King of the Deathmatches with a chance to really stick to TCK tonight and win himself the World title again. SJ: Not going to happen...did you even see what happened in LA...when he walked out there and said I am the 4th member of TCK...when he came back to the T.F.W.F.. They couldn’t believe it...and Makel will know what has gone down. JH: And their opponent... *’AENEMA’ - TOOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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: STANDING ON THEIR FEET IS THE ENTIRE OF MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! THIS PLACE HAS THE VISION THAT THE CHAMPION DOES...TO WIN THIS DAMN THING AND HAVE THAT MEETING WITH JAMES Onlee! SJ: Onlee is going to eat him for breakfast... The beginning of the match sees…All four men circle each other as the crowd in Madison Square Garden roar in anticipation. Cross and McDonald are focused on each other as Pect and Makel nod to each other that there will be no quarter given and nothing held back in this one. The referee makes his final checks and then calls for the bell to officially start the match!! The crowd pop as all four men charge into the middle of the ring and begin throwing rapid punches!! Cross and McDonald tee off on each other as Makel and Pect do the same. Cross ducks under a punch from McDonald and nails him with a drop kick that sends him back against the ropes. Cross charges with a clothesline that sends both men spilling over the top rope to the outside to a big crowd pop!! Makel and Pect are still trading fierce punches but it’s Pect who gains the advantage and lands three big right hands in succession before a knee to the midsection and then a reverse thrust kick to the mid section backs Makel into the corner. Pect whips him into the opposite corner and then charges with a running forearm smash to Makel! Pect hooks him and goes for a suplex, but Makel floats over and lands behind Pect and into the waist lock. He runs Pect to the ropes but Pect holds onto the top rope and Makel rolls backwards into the middle of the ring. Pect turns and charges but Makel is waiting with a big back body drop! Pect is up quickly but he is sent over by an arm drag from Makel, then another and another before Makel hits a knee to the gut and then snap suplex! He makes the first cover of the match, 1……2….Pect kicks out! Makel clamps a rear chin lock onto Pect as on the outside McDonald and Cross are still brawling! McDonald gets the advantage and whips Cross into the steel guard rail! The crowd ‘ohh’ as Cross smashes into the metal and arches his back in pain. McDonald charges and nails a big running elbow to the jaw before lifting Cross up and dropping him chest first across the guard rail. Cross is down and hurting as McDonald slides back into the ring and hits Makel in the back with a forearm shot and then throws Pect through the ropes and to the floor! Makel blocks a right hand from McDonald and catches him with a drop toe hold. Makel runs the ropes and then leaps planting both feet into the face of McDonald who is lying on the mat to a big crowd pop! McDonald is dazed as Makel waits for him to stand up, but Cross rolls back into the ring and nails Makel with a big back suplex that knocks him silly!! Makel rolls to the corner as Cross charges and nails McDonald with a shining wizard kick to the head!! Cross stands up and ducks a clothesline from Pect who is back inside the ring! Cross hooks Pect and nails him with a release German suplex! With McDonald, Makel and Pect all down in the ring Cross is the only man left standing to a massive ovation from the crowd!! SC: The reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion stands tall in the early going of this match and this sold out crowd in Madison Square Garden are going crazy!! SJ: Don’t worry, it won’t last long, the odds of Cross getting out of this match with the World Title must be fifty to one! SC: Eh, more like four to one you idiot. SJ: Oh, sorry I didn’t realise you were a mathematician! SC: (ignoring Snoop) This match has started at one hundred miles an hour and I don’t expect the pace to drop! Looks like JC is the first to his feet. The middle of the match sees…McDonald is the first to his feet and as Cross goes to grab him he is met with a thumb to the eye!! The crowd boo as Cross staggers back blinded and is then nearly decapitated by a vicious lariat from JC!! He quickly makes a cover on Cross, 1…..2….Cross kicks out in time to a big crowd reaction!! McDonald stays on the offensive as he brings Cross to his feet and nails some big European uppercuts before picking him and slamming him down to the mat. Makel is up and rushes McDonald but the big man spots him coming and is able to back drop him over the top rope and to the floor!! Pect is also on his feet and he grabs McDonald in a waist lock, but McDonald nails him with some elbow strikes to break the hold before whipping him off the ropes and planting him with a big time spinebuster!! With Makel on the outside and Pect down in the ring McDonald turns back to Cross with an evil smirk on his face. He brings Cross up and shoves him back into the corner. McDonald tees off with some elbow strikes to the face and then lifts Cross onto the top turnbuckle. He goes to climb up in front of him but Cross stops him with a stiff kick to the chest and then quickly stands up on the top turnbuckle and leaps off landing on McDonald’s shoulders and flipping him over with a big hurricanranna to a huge crowd reaction!! McDonald ends up lying with his chest across the middle rope as Makel stands up on the outside and spots him. He charges and leaps onto the ring apron nailing a big sliding kick to the face of McDonald who staggers back into the waiting arms of Cross who plants him with a DDT! Cross turns around to make the cover but Pect blasts him with a roaring elbow strike to the head that knocks Cross out the ring! Pect quickly makes the cover on McDonald, 1……2….McDonald kicks out just in time!! Pect is quickly back on his feet as McDonald rolls out to the floor and Makel slides back into the ring behind Pect. Pect turns around just as Makel charges and cuts him in half with a big spear!! He makes the cover, 1……2…..Pect kicks out! Makel brings Pect to his feet and goes for slam but Pect blocks it and instead nails Makel with a facebuster planting him into the mat!! The crowd are right behind Pect as he goes to the outside and then to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a front flip leg drop to Makel!! The crowd pop big for the move as Pect crawls over and makes the cover, 1……2…..Makel rolls his shoulder up just in time!! The crowd are going nuts for the fast paced and high impact moves of all four men as Pect brings Makel to his feet. He lifts him up for a slam but instead puts him upside down in the ‘tree of woe.’ With Makel hanging upside down Pect goes to the opposite corner and then charges, he leaps from the middle of the ring and nails both feet into the face of the prone Makel! Pect stands up looking to celebrate but doesn’t spot Cross who has climbed to the top turnbuckle! He leaps off and nails a missile dropkick to the chest of Pect! Cross slowly gets to his feet and sees Makel hanging upside down and dazed. Pect rolls to the floor as Cross goes to the opposite side of the ring from Makel and then goes out onto the ring apron. He points at Makel and signals for a coast to cost springboard drop kick which brings a massive pop from the crowd!! Cross leaps onto the top rope and launches himself forward just as McDonald slides into the ring. He too launches himself and dives at Cross knocking him out of mid air with a massive flying pounce shoulder tackle!!! The crowd ‘ohh’ at the incredible sight as Cross crashes to the mat and McDonald makes the cover, 1…….2…..Cross gets his foot on the bottom rope to stop the count!!! McDonald can’t believe it and begins to argue with the referee as Makel finally is able to get free from the corner as Pect tries to recover on the floor. SC: What a match! All four men putting it all on the line here tonight to win the biggest prize in wrestling today!! McDonald absolutely destroyed Cross with that pounce, unbelievable, he knocked him out of mid air! SJ: That’s why he’s in TCK and that’s why he’s going to be World Champion by the end of the night! SC: I wouldn’t be so sure of that! FINISH…McDonald is still jawing with the referee as Makel staggers towards him and hooks him from behind and hits the ‘Seven Out’ to a massive crowd reaction!! McDonald looks out cold as Makel gets up to make the cover but Pect is back in the ring and he nails Makel with a mafia kick to the jaw before once again trying to steal a pinfall by covering McDonald, 1……2…..JC kicks out again!! Pect quickly dives on Makel and makes a cover, 1……2….Makel kicks out!! Pect slams his fists on the mat in frustration before bringing Makel to his feet, but he is playing possum and he hits a chin breaker on Pect which staggers him before spiking Pect on his head with a exploder suplex!! Pect looks out for the count as Makel makes the cover, 1……2….Pect kicks out a fraction of a second before the count of 3!!!! Makel stands up just as McDonald gets to his feet. Makel grabs McDonald but is stopped with a kick to the midsection. McDonald then sets Makel and plants him with the ‘Perfecto’ to some big crowd heat!! McDonald looks extremely pleased with himself but doesn’t see Cross on the ring apron who leaps onto the top rope and springboards in, hooking McDonald around the head and planting him with a springboard tornado DDT to a huge crowd pop!!! All four men are down and out as the crowd get to their feet and give a sustained and extremely loud round of applause for the incredible match they’ve seen so far!! The crowd begin to stamp their feet as all four men lie on the mat breathing heavily and trying to regain their senses. SC: This match is going back and forth and there doesnt seem to be an opening here for any of the four guys Snoop. SJ: Come on JC! The match continues to progress, but to no avail for any of the competitors, all of a sudden the T.A.T. springs to life with a distorted image of James Onlee, Cross looks up and finds himself distracted as an image of his own son is shown on the screen...older...Cross' eyes become wide and he begins to pull himself to the ropes almost trying to pull himself closer to the tron image. The image flickers back around and Cross gets caught from the backside by Sandy Makel. Makel pulls off a 'Seven Out' and he gets the three count! SC: NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! SJ: YES! THE FAKE CHAMPION IS GONE! Cross gets up and debates the referee's count, he cannot believe what has just happened, Onlee has infact cost him the place in this match. SC: Well, James Onlee's apparent predetermined video package displaying the son of Sebastian Cross, its distracted the Champion... SJ:...FORMER CHAMPION! McDonald, then goes for a counter 'Perfecto' when the time is right, but Makel escapes the move and hits him with a ddt, he goes for a cover. Now security is trying to pull Cross from the ring. SC: Sebastian Cross will not leave the ring! He will not leave this match! SJ: He has to, he has been eliminated. Cross drops out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slides back in the ring and slams it into the head of the advancing Rhys Pect, he slams it in the face of Sandy Makel, he slams it in the face of JC McDonald... SJ: GET THIS MAD MAN SON OF A BITCH OUT OF HERE! GET HIM OUT NOW! SC: Cross has gone crazy, I mean can you blame him, Ian Monks will not give him James Onlee and the chance to get his family back and now the World title is no longer his as well. The other three men lie motionless in the ring as security tries to pull Cross out of the arena. He fights them off and slams more chair shots into the heads of the other three. SC: MY GOD I HAVE NEVER WITNESSED THIS IN THE HISTORY OF THE T.F.W.F.! THIS IS... SJ: ITS A COMPLETE CROCK OF SHIT IS WHAT IT IS! Cross is eventually pulled from the arena. None of the other three men are moving...the referee looks around for answers the crowd begins to become unsettled. The referee calls for the bell. SC: What the hell is going on here...what the hell... SJ: Scoop, this place is getting scary, the fans aren't happy. Jaycee Hall grabs the microphone... JH: The referee has given the decision that the remaining participants are unable to continue in this match... A tirrade of boos echo through Madison Square Garden. Fans begin shaking the railings. Security force comes out to the ring to try and restore some order. SC: What the hell does this mean? What the hell... SJ: That fucking zebra has stopped the match. SC: But Cross was eliminated...so who the hell is the World Champion? SJ: I dont know, but I am getting the fuck out of here, these fans are about to riot! Snoop drops his head set and Scoop even follows suit. The atmosphere in the ring is one of anger and complete betrayal of the T.F.W.F. Fans. The live feed for the PPV goes off the air... (END SHOW.)