DATE: 4th July 2011Washington DC - Horizon Centre

[FLASHBACK: GRAINY FOOTAGE OF 2000 WHEN FORMER ALLIES PIMP IN AND NALDO STOOD ACROSS THE RING FROM ONE ANOTHER IS SHOWN...AND HOW THEIR FEUD HELPED LAUNCH THE PPV DEPENDENCE DAY. AS THE COMMENTARY OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES HIGHLIGHTS ONE OF THE BIGGEST NIGHTS IN THE HISTORY OF THE TFWF...THE SCENE SCRAMBLES TO SNOW. THE WORD “2011” FLIES ACROSS THE SCREEN AND THEN THE MUSIC VIDEO OF DEPENDENCE DAY 11 PLAYS HIGHLIGHTING THE PARTICIPANTS TONIGHT AND OF COURSE THE MAJOR MAIN EVENT.] (THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SIGNS SUCH AS ‘MICHAEL THUNDER LEFT HIS GOLDEN TICKET IN HIS PILLS BOX’, ‘MASKED MARVEL REAL AMERICAN ZERO’, ‘ICONIC INTENSE...JOSE RAMON’ AND ‘2 BELTS, 4 MEN, 1 MATCH’. FINALLY THE SHOT SETTLES ON THE ANNOUNCE TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES.) SC: One Monday Mayhem removed from Death or Glory 2011 and we are here...Washington DC, the capital for a PPV which truly begs the question who can you depend on. SJ: Ho! Ho! Ho!(SCOOP LOOKS TO SNOOP WHO IS DRESSED IN A SANTA OUTFIT.) SC: What are you wearing? SJ: Festive clothes! SC: It’s Independence Day not Christmas... SJ: What? SC: American Independence Day... SJ: The day Jeff Goldblum and Will Smith saved us from those aliens? SC: THAT WAS A FILM! SJ: So I don’t need to wear this tin foil hat...that stupid guy from Smoothchop told me it was essential to stop them reading your mind! SC: Smoothchop? Christmas? This is why you make my life so difficult. SJ: That and I have been sitting in your garden naked watching your wife through the window...tell me is it really that natural to have so much hair...down there. SC: Your about two seconds away from a clip around the head...anyway, we are here tonight and the question for the last 12 years has always been who can you depend on at Dependence Day...this year no different...4 superstars battle over 2 belts in our Main Event with only themselves to trust...it promises anarchy and chaos for sure, it is Fallen Angel, Phenom, Jack Hondo and Jack Benevolence doing battle...that plus a whole host of other matches! SJ: And candy canes! SC: (sigh) Let’s take a look at how our first match came about... Dan Alexander/Horizons vs APB/Old School Style [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF HORIZONS MAKING THEIR DEBUT AT DOG 2011 LEADING TO A CONFRONTATION WITH OSS. THIS IS FOLLOWED BY NEW COMER DAN ALEXANDER TAKING IT TO APB THE SO CALLED ‘GATE KEEPER’ OF NEW TALENT BEFORE APB COULD FIND HIM AND THE SUBSQUENT BRAWL WHICH ERRUPTED ON MAYHEM WHICH SAW EARL BAN BOTH TAG TEAMS FROM THE TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH AND MAKE THIS SIX MAN TAG.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...currently in the ring at a total combined weight of 575 pounds...the team of Dan Alexander and Horizons!!! SC: A unity of sorts between these three new stars taking it to the establishment here in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: And you know what really bugs me is the way the crowd, this fickle bunch of Capitol Hill nerds have turned on such a promising threesome. JH: And their opponents... *'WHAT' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE FLANKED BY MOSS AND JORDAN OF OLD SCHOOL STYLE. THEIR FAMED TRON VIDEO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE THREE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING WITH PURPOSE.) JH:  Making their way towards the ring accompanied by their trainer and tag team partner APB...at a total combined weight of 704 pounds...Adam Moss...Sean Jordan...Old School Style!!! SC:  Listen to this place getting behind the students and trainer here tonight! SJ:  Exactly...these fans are cheering on a fat dude, an old dude, and a dude with blond hair which sucks...they might as well be cheering a combination of Ian Monks! SC:  I am sure from his mental institution he is firing you somewhere in his mind... SJ:  He can do that? I didn’t mean it! MATCH BEGINS...with Dan Alexander starting off for his team against Adam Moss for Old School Style. The two men lock up, but it's the far stronger Moss who shoves Alexander away rather effortlessly to a quality pop from the crowd. Dan scoffs, gets back to his feet, and they lock up again -- only for Moss to throw him once more! Alexander showing some frustration, now, and as he goes to lock up for a third time, he jams a thumb right into Moss's eye! The sneaky move draws some heat from the crowd as Alexander uses some of his Judo knowledge to get a good throw in and ground the bigger competitor. Utilizing a series of well-scouted joint holds, Alexander goes to work on Adam Moss's knees, weakening the strong man's base. As they get back up to their feet, Moss does get a good shove off on Dan before making the tag to APB who licks his chops as he zeroes in on Alexander. It's a snickering Alexander, however, who immediately makes a beeline straight for his own corner to tag in Dante Rivers as soon as Bartsch gets into the ring. Bartsch and Rivers lock up now, with Rivers using his speed advantage to keep the pace up on APB. APB trying to get some leeway with some grappling, but Dante's speed and agility is too much for APB to get any real offense in. At one point, APB goes for a German suplex, but Dante manages to flip out of it, nailing APB with an enzigurgi as soon as the seasoned vet turns around. Rivers with a pin attempt, and APB with a kick-out to show some of that veteran resilience. Rivers with a tag now to tag team partner Flare, and the two hit a sweet-looking combination of a leg sweep/spinning heel kick that still can only get a two-count. SC: Seems like Horizons have got a decent bead on APB right now, partner. SJ: Can you blame them? The OSS can claim 'old-school' all they want, but Horizons and Dan Alexander are as 'new-school' as you can get! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...APB fighting off more and more of Horizons' offense, but the much younger superstars seem too fast for the OSS leader. At one point, we see Flare with a snapmare on APB before Rivers comes dashing forward with a basement dropkick right to Bartsch's face that only gets them another kickout. It isn't until Dan Alexander is tagged back in that the chemistry seems to drop as the Jiu-Jitsu practicioner seems to lack the natural communication needed to keep up with the speedier light-heavweights. Rivers sets up APB in the corner and gets to all fours for Alexander to follow up with some "poetry in motion," but Alexander scrunches his face up and hesitates to complete the double-team. When Alexander finally does get the cue, he runs forward, jumps off Rivers, but hits nothing but turnbuckle! The crowd comes alive as APB runs to make the tag, but he's caught by Rivers by the leg as he leaps forward! Rivers struggles to keep a good grip as APB turns onto his back to kick Rivers in the face! Rivers staggers back as Alexander runs forward to grab APB, but APB makes the tab to Sean Jordan who slingshots from the apron into a dropkick to Dan Alexander's face! Flare comes in to try and stop the momentum and eats a running calf kick from Jordan for his trouble! Here comes Rivers, now -- and he just gets FLATTENED by Moss who comes barreling in like a steamroller! Now, it's all six men in the ring, pummeling each other with fists and snapping off knife-edge chops -- and it's the superior communication from APB and the OSS that enables them to suddenly switch off targets, confusing their opponents, leading to a HUGE triple-clothesline that sends all three new-schoolers tumbling to the outside! The crowd is on their feet as the heels go to regroup near the ramp -- and here's APB with a suicide dive on Dan Alexanders... and ADAM MOSS FLINGING SEAN JORDAN LIKE A LAWN DART OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO HORIZONS! MOSS STANDING TALL IN THE RING AS THE OTHER FIVE MEN LAY PRONE ON THE OUTSIDE! FINISH...sees a lot more momentum in the favor of Old-School Style and APB as their highly-refined chemistry gets the better of their opponents. We see a bevy of innovative tag team maneuvers including a uranage backbreaker/guillotine leg drop combo from OSS to Dan Alexander, as well as a high-risk leg-lariat Doomsday Device from APB/Jordan to Dante Rivers of Horizons. Both big moves get close two-counts, and after a blind tag from Dan Alexander, we see the TFWF rookie bite off more than he can chew, taking an absolute beating from Adam Moss. Alexander teases a few tags to his teammates, but his cockiness proves unwise as he eventually gets cornered and slammed from pillar to post, afterwards. After a particularly scary looking flapjack, Moss tags in APB who grins upon getting into the ring with Alexander, absolutely schooling the young man with some stretch-worthy submissions as well as a variety of technically-perfect suplexes. Getting another close near-fall after an explosive T-Bone suplex, APB reaches down to grab Alexander but gets a rake to the eyes instead. Desperately, Alexander crawls over to Horizons to make the tag, but both Rivers and Flare look at each other, snicker, and hop off the apron. A confused Alexander holds out his arms, but it's Horizons who -- unpleased with Dan's obnoxiousness from earlier -- decide to call it quits, wiping their hands clean. Blinking, Dan turns around only to find all three of his opponents waiting for him. The crowd pops huge as Sean Jordan whips forward with a spinning back kick to Dan's gut that stuns him, momentarily! They pull him into the middle of the ring, and all three men go running into the same set of ropes! They bounce back and... OH MY GOD! SPEAR FROM MOSS, CLOTHESLINE FROM JORDAN, AND A RUNNING CALF KICK FROM APB AT THE SAME TIME! APB FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! Winners, via pinfall: APB & Old School Style After the match Horizons bail out of the ring and walk up the ramp pointing at the OSS who celebrate. In a stupid fashion Dan Alexander attempts to fight them once more. He swings wildly as APB ducks and dives his punches. Dan begins openly sobbing that he cannot punch APB. Bartsch turns him round and boots him out of the ring as if to signify Dan Alexander being booted from the T.F.W.F.. The crowd cheer as Alexander walks up the aisle sobbing holding his backside. SC: They don't call him the guardian of the T.F.W.F. for no reason. SJ: 'Dan Alexander crying' and 'CM Potato Skins' are trending on Twitter right now! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO EXILE STANDING IN FRONT OF A MIRROR HE HAS A WEIRD LOOK ON HIS FACE, BUT YOU CAN HEAR THE CROWD HEAT THROUGH THE ARENA.) E: Time to up the anti... (HE REMOVES MAKEUP FROM HIS POCKETS AND BEGINS TO PAINT HIS FACE WITH THIS SORT OF EVIL DERANGED LOOK ON HIS FACE...) (RINGSIDE.) SC: What the heck was all that about? SJ: Maybe he was born with it... SC: What? SJ: Maybe it’s Maybelline!!!! SC: They should really get someone from Torcher for these PPVs. SJ: I couldn’t work with Mahoney...dont worry I will carry you through this. In fact...YOU CAN DEPEND ON ME! SC: (sigh) Let’s go to Jaycee... Masked Marvel vs Blade [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF MASKED MARVEL’S VICIOUS AND JEALOUS ATTACK ON BLADE AFTER HE WAS REFUSED INTERVIEW TIME TO ENGAGE THE AUDIENCE IN A RATHER POINTLESS MASKED MARVEL REPUBLICAN FACT LAST WEEK ON MAYHEM.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A USA FLAG FLYS ONTO THE TRON WITH A PICTURE OF A SPINNING MASK OF THE MASKED MARVEL IN FULL VIEW. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND ADDRESSES THE CROWD WITH LITTLE INTEREST.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Metroville, USA...weighing 225 pounds...Masked Marvel!!! SJ: You know Scoop, I was talking with Marvel before this show kicked off and he told me that he is disappointed a 51st star hasn’t been added to the flag to celebrate him as an independent state of brilliance. SC: And I suppose you agreed to this. SJ: Well, first off I thought he was trying to get more marshmallows added to a Lucky Charms box with all that talk of stars and what not...then I just got confused. SC: ... JH: And his opponent... *'RISE TO IT' - KISS PLAYS* (CROWD POP. A MONTAGE OF THE SUCCESS FEDERATIONS BLADE HAS APPLIED HIS TRADE APPEAR ALONGSIDE A CUT SCREEN OF THE FAMED INDY LEGEND IN ACTION. BLADE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND DOES A CUT THROAT SIGN ACROSS HIS NECK BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Manchester, England...weighing 245 pounds...Blade!!! SC: What a tremendous fight Blade put up at Death or Glory 2011 against the sinister and deranged Drake Mosa. SJ: And he still lost! Hahahahaha! MATCH BEGINS...The crowd are amped up for what is sure to be an exciting and high flying affair between two of the top cruiserweight talents in the TFWF.  Blade looks focused and ready as Marvel trash talks a few ringside fans before finally turning his attention to his opponent.  The bell sounds and the match is underway!!  The two men lock up in the centre of the ring and immediately Blade takes control with a side head lock.  Marvel shoves him off and Blade hits the ropes, drop down by Marvel, Blade hits the opposite ropes, leap frog by Marvel, but Blade puts the breaks on and slaps the taste out of Marvel’s mouth as he turns around!!  The crowd pop as Blade nails a nice standing drop kick to the dazed Marvel and then hits a front flip leg drop!  He makes the cover, 1…..2…Marvel kicks out and quickly gets to his feet.  He swings a right hand but Blade blocks it, nails a kick to the mid section and then hits a quick snap suplex on Marvel!  The crowd are right behind Blade as he makes the cover again, 1…..2….kick out from Marvel!  Blade is up quickly and he waits for Marvel to get to his feet, arm drag from Blade, then a hip toss, then another arm drag!!  Marvel staggers up and Blade nails a running forearm smash that knocks Marvel down to the canvas.  Blade wastes no time and hits an elbow drop and makes the cover, 1…..2…Marvel kicks out and quickly rolls onto the ring apron.  Blade is too fast though and he grabs Marvel by the mask and pulls him to his feet, he turns Marvel around and drops him with a hangman’s neckbreaker over the top rope!!  The crowd pop as Marvel falls to the mats on the floor as Blade stomps his feet and signals for a big dive!!  The crowd are on their feet as Blade hits the opposite ropes, sprints across the ring and then dives with a tope con helo through the middle and top rope and comes crashing down onto Marvel to a huge crowd reaction from the crowd!!  Blade leaps to his feet and high fives some fans at ringside before bringing Marvel to his feet and whipping him into the ring apron!  Marvel hits hard and Blade charges, but Marvel dodges to the side.  Blade leaps onto the ring apron and then in one motion hops onto the middle rope and springboards back with a moonsault, but Marvel is waiting with a drop kick to the stomach that knocks Blade out of mid air!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ as Blade hits the ground hard and Marvel staggers to his feet, almost in disbelief at the move he pulled off!! SC:  What a frantic opening to this match folks!  Blade was on fire and knocking Masked Marvel from pillar to post! SJ:  Yeah but just like a perfectly timed campaign ad Marvel hit that amazing drop kick to knock Blade out of mid air and he’s right back in this match! SC:  Credit where it’s due, that was a great move to stop Blade in his tracks and give Marvel a chance to regain his senses. SJ:  This has got ‘classic match’ written all over it already Scoop!  Although any match where Marvel is involved ends up being a classic.  MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Marvel takes control on the outside as he whips Blade into the barricade and then follows up with a running knee to the jaw and then a running bulldog on the outside!!  The crowd boo as Marvel stands up smirking as Blade is down and hurt.  Marvel rolls into the ring to break the referees count and then waits for Blade to get back in the ring.  Marvel leans against the ropes, shouting insults at Blade as he staggers to his feet and then crawls into the ring under the bottom rope.  As soon as he’s back in the ring Marvel stomps down on Blade’s head and back a few times before bringing him to his feet and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles.  Blade arches his back on impact before Marvel charges and blasts him with a running Yakuza kick to the head!  Marvel whips Blade across into the opposite corner again with serious force.  Blade bounces out of the corner and collapses to the mat as Marvel quickly makes the cover, 1…..2….Blade kicks out!  Marvel brings Blade up and nails a backbreaker and then quickly hooks on a camel clutch.  Blade looks in serious pain as Marvel keeps the pressure of the hold on, working on Blade’s lower back.  Blade refuses to tap out as Marvel releases the hold and then sends Blade crashing to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep.  He makes the cover, 1…..2….Blade kicks out again!  Marvel stays on the offensive and plants Blade with a German suplex with a bridge, 1…….2….Blade rolls his shoulder up just in time!!  He holds his back but looks to be getting a second wind as he shakes his head and clenches his fist.  The crowd are getting behind Blade as Marvel whips him off the ropes, he swings with a clothesline but Blade ducks it and as Marvel turns around Blade kicks him in the mid section and drops him with an inverted DDT!!  The crowd pop as Blade and Marvel are both down on the mat as the referee begins his count on both men.  They start to stir at 6 and they are both on their feet at a count of 8!  Marvel throws a right hand, Blade returns with one of his own!  Right hand from Marvel, right hand from Blade!  Marvel throws again but this time Blade blocks it and fires back three unanswered right hands as the crowd roar!  He whips Marvel to the ropes but Marvel holds on to the top rope!  Blade charges and Marvel tips him over the top but Blade lands on the ring apron!  He hops up and blasts Marvel with an enziguri kick to the back of the head!  Marvel is dazed as Blade pulls him through the ropes and onto the ring apron.  The crowd rise with expectation as Blade looks to suplex Marvel off the ring apron!!  He lifts him up, but Marvel blocks it!  Marvel fights him off and backs off along the apron.  Blade charges but Marvel lands a big kick to the head, then another that spins Blade around and Marvel heaves him up and drops him with a belly to back suplex right on the edge of the ring apron!!!  The crowd ‘ooh’ at the impact as Blade rolls off the ring apron and lies on the arena floor clutching his back!!!  Marvel climbs back onto the ring apron looking pleased with his handiwork as the crowd boo him loudly. SC:  Oh my Blade was dropped right on the edge of the ring frame, there’s nothing there but unforgiving wood and steel!  He must be in agony. SJ:  You notice Marvel worked his lower back over earlier and has now really hit a home run with that suplex on the ring apron!  Smart wrestling there from the most patriotic wrestler in the TFWF today!! SC:  This is a hell of a match folks and right now Blade is in a world of trouble. FINISH...The crowd are right behind Blade as he tries to get to his feet on the outside.  Marvel is back in the ring and orders the referee to make the count on Blade!  As the referee makes the count Marvel hops onto the turnbuckles and lies across the corner with his hands behind his head!  The crowd are chanting for Blade as the referee’s count is at 5!  He uses the guard rail to pull himself to his feet with the count at 7.  He staggers forward to the ring apron but stumbles and falls to the ground!!  The crowd are going nuts as Blade pulls himself back to his feet with the count at 8 and then dives into the ring at a count of 9 to just stop the count in time and the match continues!!!  Marvel looks furious as he jumps off the ropes and charges over to the now standing Blade, only to eat a huge superkick to the jaw!!!  The crowd pop is huge as Marvel falls backwards out cold and Blade collapses on him and makes the cover, 1…..2…..Marvel kicks out!!  Blade slams his fists on the mat in frustration before slowing getting to his feet and dragging Marvel up with him.  He hooks Marvel for a northern lights suplex, but Marvel blocks it and fires off with punches to the mid section.  Marvel stands up and kicks Blade in the midsection and then heaves him over with a huge Olympic slam!!  Marvel makes the cover, 1……2….Blade kicks out to a big crowd pop!  Marvel quickly gets to his feet and drags Blade closer to the corner.  He climbs the ropes and looks to steady himself, but Blade is up, he hops up onto the middle rope and then leaps up, hooking Marvel around the head with his legs and sends him flying off the top turnbuckle with a hurricanranna!!!  The crowd are going wild as Blade makes the cover, 1……2….Marvel kicks out at the last possible second!!  The crowd are rocking as Blade gets to his feet and signals that the match is over!!  He drags Marvel to his feet and then heaves him up for a powerbomb!  Blade rushes to the corner and slams Marvel into the turnbuckles with the buckle bomb!!  Marvel staggers out of the corner into the waiting arms of Blade who scores with a leaping codebreaker!!  He makes the cover, 1……2…..Marvel gets his foot on the rope to stop the count!!!  The crowd can’t believe it and neither can Blade as he gets to his feet and gestures to the referee that it was a 3 count!  The referee is adamant as Blade shakes his head and then goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle he signals for the ‘RaZorblade’ as the crowd cheer.  He leaps off but Marvel gets his knees up at the last second, right into Blade’s previously injured back!!!  Marvel quickly hooks Blade up in the ‘Marvel Lock’ as the crowd goes nuts!!!  The referee is down checking on Blade who is writhing in pain as Marvel keeps the hold locked in tight and yells at Blade to tap out!!  Blade refuses as the referee asks him if he want to give up.  He keeps fighting and finally gets his hands on Marvel’s and is able to break his grip to a huge crowd pop!! Blade rolls over and tries to get up but Marvel nails him with a shining wizard kick to the head!! Marvel stands up smirking and motions that the match is over. He gestures to the crowd and poses for a few moments to even more crowd heat. Marvel goes for the ‘Marvel Lock’ again but Blade grabs him and rolls Marvel up with a small package variation, 1……2…..Marvel reverses the position….1…..2….he grabs the ropes for leverage….3!!!! The crowd heat is huge as Marvel uses the ropes to steal a win from Blade!! Winner, via pinfall: The Masked Marvel SC: Oh come on! Blade had that match won and Marvel used the ropes to steal the win. What a disgrace. SJ: What a genius! In this dog eat dog political minefield that is the TFWF, you’ve gotta do whatever you can to win!! SC: That was one hell of a match until Masked Marvel once again cheated to gain a tainted victory. SJ: Well that’s just the way the cookie crumbles. Marvel quickly slides out the ring as Blade is up and complaining to the referee about the pull on his ropes. Marvel laughs and points at Blade from the ramp as Blade turns to the ringside fans who yell in support of him. Eventually Blade turns back to Marvel who is celebrating on the ramp with his back to the ring. Blade sprints out of the ring to a huge crowd as Marvel turns around and sees him coming before leaping off the entrance ramp and making his exit through the crowd with Blade in hot pursuit!!! SC: This issue between Blade and Masked Marvel looks far from over folks. Ok, I’m getting word that Mahoney McMillan is standing by with the World Champion, Fallen Angel, so let’s take it to the back. SJ: Oh great, that guy! (ACTION CUTS TO BACKSTAGE.) (MAHONEY MCMILLAN STANDS BACKSTAGE.  IN FRONT OF A TFWF BANNER.  HE HAS A MIC IN HAND AND ADDRESSES THE VIEWERS IN THE ARENA AND AT HOME.) MM:  Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time, the TEN time World Heavyweight Champion, Fallen Angel!! (THE CROWD POP IN THE ARENA IS HUGE AS ANGEL WALKS INTO SHOT WITH THE WORLD TITLE SITTING PROUDLY ON HIS RIGHT SHOULDER.  HE IS DRESSED IN HIS WRESTLING GEAR AND LOOKS CONFIDENT AND FOCUSED AS MAHONEY TURNS TO HIM.) MM:  Fallen Angel.  Ten time World Champion.  That must feel pretty good. (ANGEL SMIRKS AND ADJUSTS THE WORLD TITLE BELT ON HIS SHOULDER BEFORE REPLYING.) FA:  I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t mean the world to me.  What I achieved at Death or Glory…when I defeated Phenom…was without a doubt…the most significant moment of my career…to come back from the injuries I sustained…I beat MDK one on one at Saturday Night Slam..to get my vengeance on that worm…and then to defeat Phenom with the biggest prize in professional wrestling on the line…it’s more than I could ever have imagined…a story of personal redemption no doubt…but now it’s about forging a legacy for the next ten years…it’s not about looking back…it’s about looking forward…it’s about proving to every single person I’ve wronged in the past…including people like you…that despite all that…despite all the sins of my past…when the history books are written…no one will be able to deny that Fallen Angel was the greatest wrestler…and the greatest World Champion to ever set foot in the TFWF… (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA ROAR THEIR APPROVAL AS MAHONEY NODS BEFORE ASKING HIS NEXT QUESTION.) MM:  Well as part of looking forward, tonight you’re facing two men who have never competed for the World Title in Jack Hondo and Jack Benevolence.  You’re thoughts on these two challengers? (ANGEL RUNS HIS HAND ACROSS HIS BEARD AND COMPOSES HIS THOUGHTS BEFORE REPLYING.) FA:  Two talented men…two excellent competitors…two relatively new faces in the TFWF…and two men from opposite ends of the spectrum…in Jack Hondo…a man of honour…a man who loves this sport…a man who only seeks excellence and the best competition…in Jack Benevolence…a man that reminds me so much of myself from five years ago it’s scary…ruthless…cold…calculating…and willing to do whatever it takes to win…there’s no doubt Mahoney…as far as first Title defences go…this is as tough as it gets… MM:  And what about the possibility that you could walk out of here tonight as Intercontinental Champion but lose your World Title? (ANGEL MUSES FOR A MOMENT BEFORE HE SPEAKS.) FA:  It’s a strange situation…no doubt about it…not a situation I hoped or expected to find myself in…the Intercontinental Title is a prestigious Title in its own right…I wouldn’t complain if I left the ring tonight with some gold…but I’ve got to be honest Mahoney…there’s only one Title I’m interested in and that’s the one that has defined my career…the one that has twisted and moulded and shaped me into the wrestler I am today…and that’s the World Heavyweight Title…I can’t lie…if I don’t leave with this Title tonight…no IC Title is going to make up for that devastating loss…but if that is the hand fate deals me…then so be it…on the other hand…I could leave with nothing…I wanted a challenge and I wanted to give something back…so I have no complaint…nights like tonight are why I came back and I’ve been in this business long enough to know that you don’t always get what you want…I just know I’m going out there to win this match and keep my World Title…that the bottom line… (MAHONEY NODS HIS UNDERSTANDING.) MM:  Any comments on the attack last week by Phenom on you and Jack Hondo? (ANGEL’S EXPRESSION HARDENS.  HIS CALM DEMEANOUR FROM EARLIER VANISHES IN AN INSTANT.) FA:  A coward attacks from behind Mahoney…a coward uses a weapon…a coward does everything he can to gain an advantage…to unlevel the playing field…I’d expect nothing less from Phenom…he is pissed off and looking for revenge…I can appreciate that…but I’m sure I speak for Jack Hondo when I say we didn’t appreciate being hit from behind with a baseball bat last week…tonight…Phenom has nowhere to run…no sneak attacks…tonight Phenom is in exactly the same position as the rest of us…he’s in the ring with some of the best in the world…and the World Champion who has defined an era…the industry standard…I don’t call myself these things…these are labels others have placed on me…but they are true…and I will prove it once again…when I beat Jack Benevolence…when I beat Jack Hondo and when I once again beat Phenom…I have everything to lose tonight Mahoney and you know from experience…when I appear at my most vulnerable…that is when I am at my most dangerous…there’s a reason I’ve held this World Title ten times in my career and that’s because I do this better than anyone else in history…tonight I will face the old and the new…and when that final bell tolls…I will still be World Champion…       (ANGEL LOOKS UTTERLY CONVINCED BY HIS WORDS AS MAHONEY TURNS BACK TO THE CAMERA.) MM:  There you have it folks, a very focused and determined World Champion ahead of tonight’s blockbuster main event.  Back to you at ringside! (ACTION CUTS BACK TO RINGSIDE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: An intense Fallen Angel there tonight Snoop... SJ: He seemed like he just crapped his pants to me, Angel got lucky at Death or Glory and its written all over his face...the man fears Phenom! SC: I am not sure he does and we certainly know one man who doesn’t fear anything is up next, our first title match of the evening pits Joel Bryant doing battle with Legion...with the Hardcore title on the line. T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Joel Bryant (c) vs Legion [FLASHBACK: JOEL BRYANT SUFFERING THE CONCUSSION AT THE HANDS OF RICK RAMPAGE IS SHOWN AND HOW IT HAS BEEN EFFECTING HIS IN RING PERFORMANCE AS WELL. BRYANT THOUGH BEAT THE ODDS AT DEATH OR GLORY 2011 TO CAPTURE THE HARDCORE TITLE FOR A 4TH TIME IN HIS CAREER AND NOW FINDS HIMSELF FIGHTING MEDICAL ADVICE AND LEGION.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'CRY LITTLE SISTER' - GERRARD MCCANN* (CROWD HEAT. LEGION WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Long Beach, California...weighing 222 pounds...Legion!!! SC: No SIN tonight for Legion, though some are arguing they were the ones who set this match up. SJ: Women of the cloth! Would you call a nun a whore! SC: What? SJ: You disgust me... JH: And his opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SC: I am not convinced this man should be wrestling tonight...and neither does referee Gene Perry. SJ: Gene Perry is an idiot. Who’s he to judge who should be wrestling or not...next he will be wanting to count pinfalls. SC: HE’S THE REFEREE!!! MATCH BEGINS...Legion circles Bryant as he tries to bait him with a collar and elbow tie-up, but slaps Bryant hard across the face when he does so. Bryant keeps himself in check as Legion once again offers the tie-up and once again gives Bryant the slap in the face. Legion looks to once more taunt Bryant, but Bryant simply grabs Legion by the arm and whips him into the ropes, knocking him down with a clothesline on the rebound. From there Bryant uses his ‘ground and pound’style of unorthodox offense to keep Legion on the defensive, backing him out of the ring and down the entrance ramp. Referee Gene Perry shows concern for Bryant as he tries to hold him back. Bryant follows Legion through the curtain before there’s the sound of a loud BANG as Bryant falls back onto the ramp, Legion coming through the curtain as he tosses aside a busted steel chair. Legion gives Bryant the Stations of the Cross before making the cover. 1… 2…kick out! Legion drags Bryant with him, taking him to look into the faces of the fans before he gets rammed face-first into the protective railing. SC:Legion has taken control of this match and is doing a number on Bryant’s already weak head. SJ:Lucky for Bryant he doesn’t have much of a head to get broken anyway. SC:Will you be serious for a change!? SJ:Ok – I think Bryant should consider himself seriously lucky his head was pretty screwed up even before the concussion syndrome. MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Legion uses Bryant’s head as a battering ram into different objects, referee Gene Perry trying to warn off Legion to no avail. Legion puts Bryant’s limp form over by the Spanish Announce Table, giving himself plenty of setup with some kind of dangerous move on Bryant. Legion uses these moments to assert physical dominance despite pleas from Gene Perry to stop what he’s doing. At one point, Gene even tries to put himself in front of Legion and plea with him to stop the match, leading to Legion merely shoving the referee down hard over the steel ring steps, taking him out of the equation. Legion then tries to find Bryant where he left him only to see him stumbling woozily through the audience. Legion follows at a stalking pace, ready to take down Bryant with a tackle. However, at the last minute Bryant manages to move out of the way and make Legion charge into a large wall of boxes, causing many of them to come falling down on top of Legion. Bryant stumbles around, trying to gain a sense of balance as he looks around the area for a weapon, settling for taking a chair from the fans as he slams it against the floor, waiting for Legion to emerge from the boxes. As Legion finally gets up, Bryant swings the chair like a bat and connects with a vicious shot to the side of Legion’s head. SC:Bryant is acting on pure instinct right now, and that’s a very dangerous thing for Legion since at his heart Joel Bryant has always shined in Hardcore matches. SJ:At least he’s doing the job he’s supposed to, unlike that useless Gene Perry. SC:He was trying to plead with Legion not to ruin the man’s life! SJ:Hey, when you go by the name Crazyman, your life is pretty well down the crapper anyway. FINISH...Bryant drags Legion over with him back to the ringside area, looking over at the Spanish Announce Table for a source of inspiration. The announce team try to argue with Bryant, but Bryant swings the chair against the side of the table, scattering the duo. Bryant pulls down the top of the table and its equipment, clearing an empty space as he looks down at Legion. Bryant pulls Legion over to the table and lies him flat as he attempts to revive Gene Perry, getting a bit of slow movement as a response. Bryant lifts Legion into a German Suplex position, but Legion blocks the attempt as he manages to slide behind Bryant into his own version of the German Suplex. Bryant blocks the attempt and spins around, hooking Legion into a headlock. Legion blocks a suplex attempt, then has his own suplex attempt blocked.Bryant then slides behind Legion and spins him around quickly before kicking him in the gut and delivering a hard double arm DDT, crashing through the Spanish announce table. He manages to fall onto Legion and make a cover. 1… 2… 3!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Joel Bryant SC: And once again Bryant manages to beat the odds and win against yet another competitor from the One Ring Circus. SJ: But what kind of price will he pay physically, because his body just can’t withstand that much more punishment. SC: Scoop, that sounds like real compassion from you for someone else. SJ: No, I really want to know the price he’ll pay, because then I’ll know how much longer until this idiot finally drops dead. Post-match Bryant barely manages to get to his feet as the referee hands him the title, looking down on it before collapsing to the ground. The referee calls over to people in the back as EMTs enter, bringing a stretcher with them as they check on both Legion and Bryant’s status before strapping Bryant to the stretcher and carrying him off slowly to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO MICHAEL THUNDER’S LOCKER ROOM.) (WE OPEN TO FRED AND CARL LAUGHING TO THEMSELVES AS THEY SEARCH THROUGH MICHAEL THUNDER’S BAGS AND GEAR.) F: Hey, Carl! Just think… if we find that Golden Ticket in here we could go out there and cash it in tonight! C: Oh dude, I’m gonna find it first. TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, just imagine it! (THEY BOTH SMILE TO EACH OTHER, SEARCHING THROUGH ANOTHER BAG AS THEY CONTINUE THEIR QUEST TO FIND THUNDER’S GOLDEN TICKET. ALL OF A SUDDEN CARL SHRIEKS WITH EXCITEMENT AS HE PULLS OUT THE FAMED TICKET, HOLDING IT ALOFT AND FRED TURNS WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE. SUDDENLY BEFORE EITHER CAN SAY ANYTHING THE TICKET IS RIPPED OUT OF CARL’S HAND, AND BOTH MEN OF DOOM AND DOOMER STOP DEAD. SLOWLY THEY TURN, BACKING UP AS MICHAEL THUNDER HIMSELF IS STOOD THERE WITH THE TICKET IN HAND.) MT: And what in the hell do you two punks think you’re doing with my FUCKIN’ TICKET?! F: Dude… C: Well, uh, Mr. Thunder, ya see… it was a joke! F: Yeah! A joke! You see Mr. Thunder we thought it’d be funny if you came back and were scared shitless ‘cause ya ticket’s gone. C: That’s it. Yeah! (THUNDER’S ANGRY EXPRESSION QUICK DROPS INTO A WARM SMILE, AND FRED AND CARL VISUALLY RELAX. THE VETERAN REPLACES THE TICKET IN HIS BAG, BEFORE THUNDER WALKS BETWEEN THE PAIR, PLACING AN ARM ON EACH MAN’S SHOULDER. HE SMILES, PULLING THEIR HEADS IN LIKE A GRANDFATHER WITH TWO TEENAGE GRANDCHILDREN.) MT: Awwww guys, well y’know I’m sorry I missed that! You guys are pretty funny folks, huh? F: We certainly are sir. MT: Here, let me see if I’ve got a present in my bag for y’all… (HE TURNS, BEGINNING TO SEARCH THROUGH HIS STUFF, BEFORE HE TURNS BACK AROUND AND LANDS A HUGE RIGHT HAND TO CARL! CARL STUMBLES BACK AS THUNDER TURNS TO FRED, THROWING IN A BIG RIGHT ON HIM TOO BEFORE HE RUNS FRED AT THE WALL, SMASHING HIS HEAD INTO IT. CARL STAGGERS FORWARD AND THUNDER RUNS HIM AT THE WALL TOO BEFORE HE GRABS HIM, SLAMMING HIM DOWN ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR WITH A SPINEBUSTER. THUNDER THEN GRABS A STEEL CHAIR SET UP BY A DESK, FOLDING IT AND HE SMASHES IT OVER FRED’S SKULL!) MT: Think you’re gonna steal from me?! HUH?! That’s what’s wrong with your fuckin’ generation, not one of you knows a damn thing about respect! (IMMEDIATELY HE BRINGS THE CHAIR BACK DOWN ON FRED, BEFORE TURNING TO CARL AND DRIVING THE STEEL INTO HIM TOO. THUNDER GOES MAD SMASHING THE CHAIR OVER BOTH MEMBERS OF DOOM AND DOOMER, OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN. HE BRINGS THE CHAIR DOWN ONE LAST TIME ON CARL’S HEAD, THROWING IT TO ONE SIDE AS THE FANS IN THE MAIN ARENA ARE BOOING THUNDER MASSIVELY FOR HIS BRUTAL ATTACK. HE STAGGERS BACK, SITTING ON A BENCH AS HE LEANS OVER, LOOKING AT THE CRUMPLED OUT-COLD BODIES OF DOOM AND DOOMER.) MT: Go tweet that to all your mindless hicks of followers; let ‘em all know what happened when you thought you could cross Michael Thunder. Let ‘em all know that Michael Thunder is sick and fuckin’ tired of your entire greed-driven, bullshit generation and it’s money-hungry ideals. This is MY sport, MY professional wrestling… and once I’ve put paid to Dragon Demonico tonight I’m gonna start to plan when I’m gonna take my place at the top of it with the TFWF World Heavyweight Championship. (FINALLY HE STANDS, CROUCHING DOWN OVER CARL AND FRED BEFORE HE STOMPS HARD ON THEIR BACKS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, DRIVING HIS BOOT IN HARDER AND HARDER. FINALLY HE STOPS, TAKING A POT-SHOT KICK AT FRED’S SIDE AND THE VETERAN SMIRKS TO HIMSELF, SPEAKING WITH A MOCKING AND SARCASTIC TONE.) MT: Why don’t you kids just get on off of ma lawn! (HE LAUGHS A LITTLE, BEFORE HE REACHES DOWN TO DRAG BOTH MEMBERS OF DOOM AND DOOMER OUT OF HIS LOCKER ROOM AS THE SCENE RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I think someone needs to get a hold of Michael Thunder, I mean sure, Fred and Carl might have been in the wrong...but that was...well over the top his response. SJ: Oh so now you protect thieves...tell me...were you OJ Simpson’s black glove salesman? SC: Let’s go to some tag action... SJ: ...oh so now you are saying TWO PEOPLE sold him the gloves! T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Divine Legacy (c) vs Kovalenko/Rampage [FLASHBACK: DIVINE LEGACY ARE SHOWN WINNING THE TAG GOLD AT DEATH OR GLORY 2011 AND THEN THE SHOCK ENTRANCE ON MAYHEM OF RAMPAGE AND KOVALENKO ALMOST SMASHING THEIR WAY INTO CONTENTION FOR THE BELTS!] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION - MEGADEATH PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. LEGACY AND DIVINE WALK ONTO THE STAGE AND TOWARDS THE RING WITH THE TITLES SLUNG OVER THEIR SHOULDERS.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 555 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Legacy...AB Divine...Divine Legacy!!! SC: No sooner the Champions and already in a very tough spot here tonight. SJ: These guys are good though Scoop and they aren’t just going to roll over for the ORC... JH: And their opponents... *'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS* (TREMENDOUS CROWD HEAT. RAMPAGE AND KOVALENKO WALK ONTO THE STAGE TO THE ORC TRON AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 578 pounds...Viktor Kovalenko...Rick Rampage...The One Ring Circus!!! SC: The Circus have this ability to mix and match teams when challenging for these belts and this team right here is pure power. SJ: But...they haven’t been together long so its going to be interesting to see how they fair. MATCH BEGINS...with both teams staring down, before Kovalenko and Legacy go to the apron, leaving Rampage and AB Divine as the two legal men. They kick off by going to lock up but Divine ducks it, running off the ropes and he lands a big forearm, staggering Rampage slightly. Divine fires back with another forearm to stagger Rampage against the ropes before he runs out, going for a big boot -- which Divine ducks! Divine fires back with a leg sweep to bring Rampage crashing down and he lands a standing moonsault, getting a two. Rampage fires back with a big clothesline before he starts to beat down on Divine, but Legacy storms the ring and spears Rampage to the mat! He then bails as Kovalenko comes in, before Kovalenko helps Rampage up and climbs to the apron. Rampage then turns, right into a spinning wheel kick from Divine before he goes to the corner and tags in Legacy! Legacy stalks Rampage, catching him with a big suplex before he leaps up for a huge elbow drop. He then drags Rampage back up against, firing in the elbow strikes before he digs deep with the power to send Rampage over! Legacy roars to the crowd, who still boo him anyway, before Legacy tries to powerbomb Rampage but eats a big back body drop instead! Rampage staggers to his corner, tagging in Kovalenko who flies onto the grounded Legacy, firing in knees at his head and driving elbows into his neck. He rolls Legacy into a guillotine choke, wrenching back on him as he fires in elbows to the head in order to try and weaken him down. Kovalenko then releases Legacy, firing him into Rampage’s corner as he follows up with a huge back elbow to the head, and as Legacy staggers out he gets hit with a huge spinebuster by Kovalenko! Legacy heads towards his corner, getting stopped by Kovalenko who drags him back, applying a kneebar and reaching up to tag in Rampage. Rampage then drops a knee over Legacy and smirks before he goes for some ground and pound. He then gets to work on Legacy, hauling him for a scoop slam and a delayed vertical suplex before he goes for a big boot -- that’s caught by Legacy! Legacy fires in, taking Rampage with a capture suplex, but he turns right into a massive knee to the head from Kovalenko. Kovalenko and Rampage then hit a big double DDT to Legacy, earning a two count. The crowd begin to boo the ORC even more as Rampage turns, shouting at them, and allowing enough time for Legacy to get the tag to AB Divine! Divine stands on the apron, waiting for Rampage to turn as he springboards for a big crossbody -- but gets powerslammed right back into the mat by the ORC member! SC: AB Divine goes up top but the power game of Rick Rampage is too much! We’ve seen a fairly balanced beginning here, and now the One Ring Circus is just beginning to dominate a bit more. SJ: That’s why they’re the One Ring Circus, they dominate everything! SC: Well with the huge power game of Rick Rampage and Viktor Kovalenko on their side it’s what we’d expect! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...AB Divine attempting to fight back against Rampage as he throws a big flying forearm, before he fires back at the standing Rampage with a running crossbody! He then drags Rampage to his feet and runs to the ropes, springboarding for an asai moonsault -- but Rampage catches him over the shoulder and drops Divine with a big emerald fusion! He covers for two before Divine fights his way up, catching Rampage with a bulldog before he runs for his own corner, but Rampage runs, crashing into Divine to send him at his own partner in Legacy. Rampage then irish whips Divine off the ropes, landing him with a massive swinging side slam before he takes Divine up top for a superplex. He tags in Kovalenko who lifts Divine up into a muay thai clinch, quickly followed with some punishing knees to the head -- but Divine transitions into a small package for two! Kovalenko is furious as he kicks out, smashing into Divine with a huge shoulder block before he throws in some brutal MMA strikes to big boos from the crowd. Kovalenko then drags Divine up, tossing him hard at the corner before he catches Divine from behind, landing a big german release suplex! He covers… but Divine kicks out at two! Divine then attempts to go for his own corner as Legacy climbs back up again, reaching for the tag. Kovalenko smirks, dragging Divine’s leg back in an attempt to prevent any tag in -- but Divine spins, landing a huge enzuigiri! He rocks Kovalenko, running to tag in Legacy to a huge cheer. Legacy storms the ring, hitting a lous thesz on Kovalenko as he piles in forearms on the MMA wrestler, dragging him up and planting him with a michinoku driver! He then runs for Rampage in the corner, but Rampage drags his head and brings it down on the top rope as he drops down, sending Legacy staggering back into the clutches of Kovalenko -- but Divine slides in, low-blowing the Ukrainian! The crowd boo the dirty tactics of both men but Legacy simply shrugs it off, crashing Kovalenko against the corner with a huge shoulder to the gut. He repeats with the shoulder, driving Kovalenko up against the turnbuckles again before he pulls Kovalenko in -- powerbombing him at the corner! Kovalenko collapses down, Legacy scoring a two count off of it. He smacks the mat in anger, hauling Kovalenko up before he drives him with a backbreaker, and Divine springboards off the apron into a big elbow over Kovalenko’s chest! Legacy scores another two, roaring to his feet as Kovalenko crawls to his corner, getting the tag to Rampage. SC: Legacy’s huge strength has powered Divine Legacy back into this one -- have we ever seen anyone manhandle Viktor Kovalenko like that before?! SJ: Well, possibly Anya, but not quite in the same way… SC: Will you stop?! FINISH...Rampage runs at Legacy, catching him with a back elbow before he goes for a powerbomb, but Legacy counters, hauling Rampage for an air raid siren in the middle of the ring, getting a two! Rampage then fires back, landing a big boot to drop the tag team champion before he applies a camel clutch and Kovalenko runs in, kicking Legacy square in the face! But out of nowhere comes Divine, using Rampage as a step-up to land a huge crossbody to Kovalenko. He then runs, dropping Rampage with a shining wizard! He then climbs to the top rope as Legacy hauls Rampage up for a big vertical suplex -- but before Divine can leap off Rampage drops out behind him, pushing Legacy into the ropes in order to crotch Divine. Rampage then drags Divine out, lifting him for the Heavenly Descent -- Legacy with the Identity Eraser to Rampage! Legacy covers… one… two… thr-- Kovalenko breaks it! Divine runs at Kovalenko but Kovalenko brings him driving back down again with a huge sambo suplex. He then turns around, lifting Legacy and driving him with the Total Viktory! Rampage makes the cover… one… two… thr-- NO! Divine just manages to throw the kick and save it. SC: Both teams have come within touching distance of winning here, with the Tag Team Championships in the balance, will it be the ORC’s night or will Divine Legacy win out? SJ: I just can’t decide who I like more! Legacy and Rampage battle their way up, trading shots back and forth before they lock up and Rampage hauls Legacy, going for the Heavenly Descent! -- but Legacy slips out, running for the Identity Eraser -- but Rampage ducks it! The crowd are on their feet as both men turn, landing a clothesline each before they drop to the mat, in pain and holding their heads in pain. Slowly they crawl to their respective corners, tagging in Divine and Kovalenko! Legacy rolls from the ring as Divine runs across -- but Rampage out of nowhere brings him down with a Lous Thesz! He beats down on Rampage before throwing him to Kovalenko, who hauls him up for the Total Viktory. As Divine’s on Kovalenko’s shoulders Rampage hooks him as if going for a reverse DDT, and as Kovalenko throws Divine, Rampage drops! Divine’s head crashes sickeningly into the mat as Kovalenko covers… one… two… three! Winners, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Viktor Kovalenko and Rick Rampage Rampage and Kovalenko are presented with the T.F.W.F. Tag Team titles...they show little emotion as they strap them to their waists and walk from the ringside area. They stand on the ramp as the crowd boo. Make the famed 'ORC' signal and then walk to the back. [HYPE VIDEO: HARD STEEL 2012...THE ONLY METAL WORTH FIGHTING FOR IS GOLD.] SC: Hard Steel there...a PPV in September which has always captured the imagination of the T.F.W.F. fans. SJ: Well, I wonder if this could well be the PPV Michael Thunder cashes in the Golden Ticket at... SC: Tonight though...many wonder given the severity of the Main Event whether Thunder will present himself as the ultimate opportunist...and speaking of opportunities...as the backstory between Joey Lupino and Johnny Frost the ringman of Drake Mosa becomes clear...the question tonight is will Lupino look to bury that past here at Dependence Day... DWIWF North American Championship Drake Mosa (c) vs Joey Lupino [FLASHBACK: LAST WEEK ON MAYHEM AND THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN FROST AND LUPINO IS SHOWN AS WELL AS A PRELUDE TO THEIR PAST INVOLVEMENT WITH ONE ANOTHER. FAST FORWARD TO THE INSANE DRAKE MOSA INSERTING HIMSELF IN PROCEEDINGS WITH LUPINO ON TWO OCCASSIONS ON MAYHEM.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'SON OF SAM' - SHINE DOWN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF DRAKE MOSA PRODUCING A SET OF HARD NOSED MOVES AND SUBMISSIONS ARE SHOWN. FROST HIS CORNER MAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN THE INTENSE MOSA FOLLOWS SUIT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Johnny Frost...from Cherry Falls Mental Institution...weighing 230 pounds...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Drake Mosa!!! SC: Mosa is pretty much the most insane guy in the T.F.W.F. right now and is going to present a hell of a challenge to Joey. SJ: I think Lupino is going to underestimate him tonight... JH: And his opponent... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WOMEN WOLF WHISTLING. JOEY LUPINO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS TRON VIDEO BULLET SPRAYS HIS NAME ABOVE HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING AS VARIOUS MAFIA IMAGES AND HIM WRESTLING ARE SHOWN ON HIS TRON VIDEO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from, New York, New York...weighing 235 pounds...Joey Lupino!!! SC: An intense look on the kisser of the challenger as he comes to the ring! SJ: He looks constipated to me... MATCH BEGINS...with Lupino and Mosa locking up. With minimal weight difference between them, neither gains an immediate advantage, but Joey seeks to dominate early and pushes Drake into the corner. The referee steps in to break them up and Joey stands back, letting the champion out of the corner. They lock up again, this time Mosa getting the upper hand and pushing Lupino back into the corner. Again, the referee pushes them apart and Mosa happily steps back - but not before smacking Joey hard across the face! SC: Drake Mosa with a cheap shot in the early going. SJ: That’s simply Mosa’s way of telling Joey Lupino which one of them is the champ and which one is the chump! Lupino rubs his cheek as he steps out of the corner, seemingly impressed with Mosa’s strike. They lock up; Lupino transitions into a wristlock before twisting Drake’s arm back into a hammerlock. Mosa hits back with elbows to the face, breaking the hold. He bounces off the ropes and charges with a running clothesline, but Lupino ducks. As Mosa comes back off the opposite ropes, Lupino drops him with a hard chop to the chest. Drake quickly returns to his feet and takes an arm drag for his trouble. Lupino picks Drake up and whips him into the corner. Mosa hits the turnbuckles before Joey runs in with a clothesline that squashes Drake in the corner. Lupino stands on the second rope and yells for the crowd to count along as he rains down punches on Mosa’s face! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... but then Johnny Frost starts trash talking Lupino from the floor. As the referee turns his attention to Frost, he doesn’t spot Mosa nailing Lupino with a low blow! Drake grabs Joey and runs forward, slamming Lupino with a spinebuster! SC: A blatant low blow from Drake Mosa turns the tide in this match! SJ: That was a clear strike to Lupino’s upper inner thigh area. If you can’t see a legitimate move when it’s right in front of you, maybe I should do the play-by-play commentary! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Mosa capitalise on the advantage Frost’s interference gave him. After slamming Joey to the canvas, he grabs Lupino by the head and smashes him repeatedly back down. The referee manages to pry Mosa off his opponent, but Drake immediately goes back to work, stomping on Joey’s head and neck as the challenger tries to cover up. Mosa picks Lupino up and attempts an Irish whip. Lupino reverses and drops his head to deliver a backdrop, but Mosa puts the brakes on. Drake tries to kick Lupino’s head off, but Joey moves back just in time. He charges towards Mosa, who drops down and takes the bottom rope with him. Lupino luckily manages to grab the ropes as he flies over, scrambling to stay on the apron. Mosa attacks with a rake of the eyes, then races across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and charges at Joey with a full head of steam, but this time Lupino drops down and Mosa sails over the top rope, falling to the floor. As Mosa climbs to his feet, Lupino measures himself on the ring apron. He takes a running leap but Drake sees it coming, stepping out of the way and leaving Joey to crash into the crowd barrier! The crowd boo as Mosa climbs onto the ring apron, grinning as he taps the side of his head. SC: Mosa may be crazy, but he’s not dumb and he saw that one coming. SJ: Now Drake’s ready to whack Lupino off! SC: … What? SJ: You know, like in the Mob, when they’re gonna kill a guy, they whack him off. SC: I don’t think that’s the correct term, exactly… Joey slowly climbs back into the ring to avoid the count, but Drake is waiting with more hard boots to the face. He takes a step back and drops a knee right on the back of Lupino’s head! As Joey struggles to his hands and knees, Mosa stands over him, driving rights and lefts into the challenger’s head. With an angry cry, Joey grabs Drake around the legs and stumbles to his feet, lifting Drake up into an electric chair! Joey prepares to drop Mosa but doesn’t catch Johnny Frost at ringside again. Frost clips Lupino’s foot, causing him to fall forward and allowing Mosa to crash down on Joey’s neck and shoulders! Mosa doesn’t even attempt a cover, smiling broadly as he lifts Lupino to his feet, only to send him back down again with a snap suplex. Mosa grinds the heel of his boot against Lupino’s face. He hits a nasty falling head butt, then begins biting Joey’s face! SC: Despicable behaviour from our North American Champion! SJ: No, Drake, you don’t know where he’s been! The referee has to physically pull Mosa off Lupino, who rolls to the corner and attempts to get back on his feet. Drake charges forward again and squashes Joey with a big splash. Mosa stands on the second rope, punching and taunting Joey, digging a thumb into the challenger’s eye. The referee screams at Mosa to get out of the corner, but Drake simply looks back and spits at him! Mosa turns his attention back to Lupino and throws a high overhand shot, but Lupino blocks it! Joey strikes back with a hard punch to the throat of Mosa, causing the champion to stumble out of the corner. With his back to Lupino, Drake is too late to stop the challenger grabbing him by the waist and throwing him with a German suplex back into the turnbuckles! Lupino drags Mosa back from the ropes and covers him for 1... 2... Kickout! Taking the initiative, Lupino mounts Mosa and hammers him with hard shots to the face, before standing up and dropping a leg across his throat! SC: Joey Lupino is running on pure adrenalin! SJ: Medical reports say that’s not the only stimulant he takes! SC: Will you stop? Joey Lupino doesn’t need performance enhancing drugs! SJ: Yeah, he’d need to know how to perform before he can enhance it! Lupino picks Mosa up and whips him into one corner, then another, then a third, before finally whipping him with all of his strength into the last corner. With a boot to the gut, Lupino sets Drake up for “The Hit,” but Mosa struggles out of it and reverses into a back body drop. Drake pulls Lupino to his feet and nails him vicious elbows to the face before hoisting him up and driving him down with a brutal brainbuster! Mosa climbs to his feet and stumbles to the ropes. He yells at Johnny Frost to give him a chair. Frost is uncertain but Drake leans between the ropes and screams, “Gimme a fuckin’ chair, Johnny!” Frost quickly grabs a folding chair from ringside and hands it to Mosa, who places it in the centre of the ring. SC: What is Drake Mosa doing!? If he uses that chair, he’ll be disqualified! SJ: And Joey Lupino can’t win the title on a disqualification! I love it! The referee threatens to disqualify Mosa but Drake doesn’t listen as he pulls Lupino to his feet. The crowd’s boos become even more ferocious as they realise what Mosa plans to do - he’s setting Lupino up for “The Hit” on the steel chair! He pulls Lupino up, but Joey struggles hard. Managing to free his arms, Lupino stands up, holding Mosa’s legs as the North American Champion hangs over his back. With a snarl, Lupino kicks his legs out and drops down, driving Mosa head first into the canvas! SC: A back body drop into a driver! A last ditch move for Lupino! SJ: Lupino blatantly just tried to break Mosa’s neck! SC: Mosa just tried to do the same thing! SJ: Why would Mosa want to break his own neck? SC: God, I need a vacation… FINISH...Both men are struggling to their feet, the referee’s ten count getting ever nearer to completion as Lupino and Mosa force themselves to stand. Drake hits first with a wild swinging right, but Joey answers with a stiff shot of his own. Back and forth the strikes go before Mosa rakes Lupino’s eyes and tries to hoist him up for the “Danger To Society.” But Lupino struggles and reverses it into a DDT! Drake gets up to his knees but tastes a running dropkick to the face for his troubles! Lupino picks Mosa up by the hair and pelts him with a series of punches before attempting an Irish whip. Drake reverses the move, whipping Lupino into the ropes and going for a hip toss as Joey comes back in. But Lupino puts the brakes on the move, nailing Mosa with a stiff kick to the gut! He locks Mosa’s arms and hoists him up, driving Drake back down to the canvas with “The Hit”! Lupino rolls Drake over and drapes an arm over him… but Johnny Frost has climbed onto the apron and is arguing with the referee! SC: Are you kidding me!? Joey Lupino has this match won and Johnny Frost is trying to steal the victory from him! SJ: Johnny Frost just wants to see Drake Mosa retain his belt, so he doesn’t take his anger out on Johnny later! I can respect that! Lupino pulls himself up and marches to the side of the ring, arguing with Johnny and the referee. Mosa stirs and crawls towards them while the ref tries to keep Frost and Lupino from fighting. Lupino turns back to Mosa but, with the referee still arguing with Johnny, no one spots Drake hitting Joey with a low blow! Mosa gets to his feet, lifting Joey onto his shoulders - “Danger To Society” on the chair! As Mosa shoves the chair out of the ring, Frost drops off the apron, grinning to himself. Drake makes the cover! 1... SC: Oh come on! 2... SC: Not like this! 3!! The referee calls for the bell! Winner, via pinfall and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Drake Mosa SJ: Ha ha! What brilliant strategy! I love it! SC: Strategy? That was out and out cheating! The referee hands Mosa the North American Championship as the crowd boo ferociously. JH: The winner of the match and still DWIWF North American Champion, Drake Mosa! SC: Drake Mosa may have stolen a win here tonight, but you can rest assured Joey Lupino isn’t going to take this lying down. SJ: You and Lupino can moan all you like, but the fact remains, Drake Mosa leaves Dependence Day with the North American title! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SHOW BETH MCCAIN WITH DR. RIVERIA AND JOEL BRYANT AS HE IS CARTED OUT OF THE ARENA.) (JOEL BRYANT IS BEING TAKEN TOWARDS AN AMBULANCE ON A STRETCHER. HE STRUGGLES TO SIT UP.) JB: I’m fine, God damn it, let me up! (THE MEDICS RELUCTANTLY ALLOW BRYANT TO HIS FEET. JOEL TAKES A FEW STEPS, LEANING AGAINST THE STRETCHER AS HE RUBS HIS TEMPLE. JACK HONDO AND JOSE RAMON APPROACH, CONCERN OBVIOUS ON THEIR FACES.) JH: Bryant… Joel, you OK? JB: Right as rain. (BRYANT STUMBLES. JOSE AND JACK MOVE TO AID HIM, BUT HE WAVES THEM OFF.) JB: Go on, take care o’ your business. (BRYANT CLIMBS INTO THE AMBULANCE AND COLLAPSES ON A STRETCHER INSIDE. A MEDIC SLAMS THE DOORS SHUT; HONDO AND RAMON LOOK ON, STILL WORRIED. SUDDENLY LEGION, RICK RAMPAGE AND VIKTOR KOVALENKO ATTACK! HONDO AND RAMON DEFEND THEMSELVES DESPERATELY AGAINST THE ORC MEMBERS. RAMON HAMMERS ON THE BACK OF THE AMBULANCE.) JR: Go, go, get him outta here! (THE AMBULANCE TAKES OFF; HONDO AND RAMON ARE BUSY FIGHTING WITH KOVALENKO AND RAMPAGE AS SECURITY RUN IN TO BREAK UP THE FIGHT. NO ONE NOTICES THE AMBULANCE STOP JUST DOWN THE STREET. THE DRIVER POKES THEIR HEAD OUT AND… IT’S MYSTI! SHE GRINS MALEVOLENTLY AS LEGION RUNS UP TO THE AMBULANCE AND CLIMBS INTO THE BACK BEFORE THEY SPEED AWAY!) (RINGSIDE.) SC: The war between the Js and ORC does not seem fully over as a hideous attack here tonight on Joel Bryant! SJ: And what condition has this left Hondo and Ramon in as well...they still have matches here tonight! JC McDonald vs Darrius King [FLASHBACK: THE WAR OF WORDS BETWEEN JC AND DARRIUS IS HIGHLIGHTED FROM MONDAY MAYHEM LEADING TO THIS MATCH.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'BLACK AND YELLOW' - WIZ KHALIFI PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. GOLD AND YELLOW CONFETTI...TONS OF IT FALLS FROM THE CEILING AS GOLD AND BLACK FIREWORKS SHOOT UP FROM THE ENTRANCE RAMP. DARRIUS KING WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS SPREAD WIDE. HE TAKES OFF HIS DESIGNER SHADES, LOOKS AT HIMSELF IN THE REFLECTION AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 254 pounds...Darrius King!!! SC: Well it might be a battle of arrogance tonight because I don’t think the T.F.W.F. has a more arrogant set of people in the form of JC and this man...Darrius King. SJ: But Darrius is a former NRWF Champion! What’s McDonald done... SC: Do you REALLY need me to answer that? JH: And his opponent... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING CROWD POP. 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 World Champion and a hell of an athlete...JC’s rise back to the top needs to start with a win here tonight. SJ: He still has youth on his side despite his long career Scoop...but the fact remains this man Darrius King is more than JC can handle. MATCH BEGINS...with both men circling the ring before McDonald turns to respond to a fan chant in his favour, and Darrius King takes advantage by trying to attack him from behind. King throws in the shots as hard as he can before McDonald powers out, throwing a huge right hand to stagger King back into the corner. McDonald taunts before he runs, looking to clothesline King into the corner but King dodges, looking proud of himself for avoiding it. As he turns JC runs, taking him down with a huge clothesline to a massive pop and McDonald gets in control, landing some massive strikes to King. He lands King against the ropes and irish whips him off, sending him flying with a big back body drop before he follows up with a big hip toss onto his knee for a backbreaker. McDonald then smirks, slapping at King’s chest hard and King staggers back to the corner, holding his chest in agony. McDonald then runs, landing a big boot to King to drop him to the mat, getting a two count. McDonald then drags him back up and lifts him for a scoop slam, landing it! King staggers up to his feet and turns, and McDonald lifts him for another scoop slam before he does some military presses with King and throws him for a big military press, landing King on his knee for a gutbuster! King rolls out of the ring, holding his gut hard and McDonald walks to the side, leaning through the ropes -- only for King to reach up and rake his eyes! The crowd boo King as McDonald staggers back holding his eyes and King runs, kicking his legs out, taking advantage of the bandage around McDonald’s knee following his Death or Glory contest. He then beats down with punches and stomps all over McDonald, keeping him grounded as the crowd boo. King then spends all his time behind McDonald, stalking him and firing in with big moves as he catches McDonald for a back suplex and then a sidewalk slam for two. King then taunts, shouting at McDonald to get up, and as the former World Champion stands he gets taken down with a big shoulder block. King then drags McDonald to the middle rope, placing his throat on it as he chokes the hell out of McDonald, getting huge boos before he breaks at four. With McDonald’s head on the middle rope King climbs onto the apron, running along it and jumping to land a big fame asser with McDonald’s head on the rope! King then sneaks back into the ring as McDonald staggers around and he rolls McDonald up, getting a close two as McDonald fires out. He’s then right in behind McDonald, catching him with a full nelson before he lifts him, driving him down with a sitout full nelson slam and he covers once more, earning a two. The crowd then boo again as King climbs onto the second rope, taunting, and as McDonald stands again King leaps off with a diving clothesline, immediately placing a boot on McDonald’s throat to choke him once more. SC: These fans are really hating on Darrius King’s cheap tactics to keep McDonald down here! SJ: Not all fans, I just got a tweet from an @EFK_Judge saying that’s the best bit of the match. MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...the action continue with King using cheap tactics to try and keep in control. As he is on the mat and King goes for a low blow McDonald manages to reach down, catching the hand! He steps over, still in control of the arm as King suddenly pleads his innocence -- but McDonald pulls him in, damn near taking his head off with a clothesline! King rolls to his feet, immediately getting hit with a big belly to belly suplex and King rolls back up to his feet as McDonald lifts him onto his shoulders and drives him down with a big samoan drop. The crowd pops for McDonald running for a shoulder block but King dodges, sending McDonald into the ropes and King catches him for a spinebuster on the rebound. He then goes back to some brawling as he throws in punches all over McDonald’s head before he leaps, landing a knee drop. He then drags McDonald up, but McDonald counters with a punch to the gut and he lifts King for a delayed vertical suplex as the crowd chant the numbers, counting to 5 before McDonald drops with the move. He covers for two and then gets to his feet as King is dragged up, but King’s in there, immediately hitting a gut kick and he lands a huge gutwrench suplex, covering for a two. King begins to argue with the referee as McDonald is now standing behind him. King turns, immediately getting hit with a massive forearm to the face and he staggers back to the ropes, stumbling forward and McDonald hauls him up, looking for an inverted powerslam -- but King drops down into a backslide pin… but McDonald kicks out! He pushes up and King runs, landing a big knee to the head before he leaps for an elbow drop, but McDonald moves. King goes for another running knee, but McDonald catches the leg and pulls it in -- capture suplex! King holds his back in pain as McDonald flexes his biceps, getting the crowd behind him, and now it’s all McDonald. He stalks King who staggers up and gets caught with a massive spear from McDonald for two before King throws his shoulder. McDonald wastes no time in hauling King up, throwing some big elbows to the side of the head, sending him into the corner before he irish whips him out, smashing him into the opposite corner. King staggers out and McDonald hauls him up, landing a huge michinoku driver! McDonald makes the cover, but no! King kicks out at two and a half! The crowd pops hugely as King is to his feet and McDonald runs with a big clothesline to take him down, before hitting a second clothesline, and then he catches King, spinning him with a side slam for another two. McDonald smashes on the mat at the kickout before he grabs King, lifting him for the inverted powerslam and he runs, landing it! The crowd cheer for the big move as McDonald covers… one… two… no! McDonald doesn’t get the win! SC: King kicked out! You’ve gotta give it to King, for all the chat, the cheap-tactics, the hiding behind his opponent to get the advantage, he can sure go in the ring. SJ: Not to mention he be pimpin’ dem ho’s real style ‘cos his homeboys are gangsta and are gonna cut some bitch tonight! Fo’real. SC: … I understood literally NONE of that. SJ: I’m connecting with our homies Scoop. You should try it some time. FINISH...Immediately McDonald is on his feet, signalling for the Perfecto as King staggers up, holding his head in pain. As he turns he’s kicked in the gut and McDonald hooks him, lifting him up for the finishing powerbomb -- but King drops down and he dives, throwing his shoulder at McDonald’s hurt leg! Immediately King escapes the ring, taking a breather as McDonald holds the leg before he looks at King and climbs out. King staggers back and starts to run around the ring, trying to escape the former World Champion as McDonald takes off running around the ring after him! The crowd cheer as McDonald’s in pursuit before King leaps over the steel stairs and turns, kicking them to send them crashing into McDonald’s legs! The crowd boo as McDonald hits the mat, holding his legs in pain as King smirks and taunts. He then drags McDonald up, landing a big discus clothesline to drop him again before he places McDonald’s leg against the steel ring post and he takes a few paces back and runs, going for a kick -- but McDonald moves! King’s leg hits the steel and staggers back, holding it in pain as McDonald staggers to his feet, tossing King back into the ring. He then climbs in himself, but before he can do anything King lands a big side slam backbreaker! McDonald holds his back in pain as he lands on the mat and King immediately grabs his legs, wrapping him up into the Haas of Pain as King attempts to force the submission, capitalising on the already-present leg pain from JC McDonald. JC cries out, trying to force himself not to tap as he reaches for the ropes, but he’s too far from them to get close enough and break the hold. Slowly McDonald crawls, trying to reach it again before King stands, attempting to drag McDonald out away from the ropes -- but the momentary release in pressure allows McDonald to scramble to the ropes, breaking it! King shouts at the referee and McDonald slowly manages to push himself up, and as soon as King turns McDonald catches him in a fireman’s carry, twisting him out into a cutter! He covers… one… two… thre- NO! King throws the shoulder up and McDonald smashes on the mat in anger. He tries to drag King up -- but King lands the low blow! The crowd boo as McDonald clutches his groin in pain and King catches him, lifting him for a piledriver! He covers… one… two… thre-- McDonald kicks out! SJ: What?! No! Stay down dammit! SC: McDonald didn’t become a two time World Champion without some serious resiliency. You can never count the Mould out, ever. SJ: Except in a “Who isn’t a retard that turned on Fallen Angel when he used to be cool and really good” contest. The crowd are cheering like hell for JC McDonald’s kickout as King shouts at the referee that it was a three, and he shoves the referee in the chest! The referee almost goes to DQ him but McDonald rolls him up… one… two… thre-- NO! The crowd boos as King gets to his feet, lifting McDonald up, but he fires his way into control and he lifts King up for the Perfecto! He looks to bomb him -- but McDonald’s leg gives way and King is able to drop down and hit a jawbreaker, stunning McDonald. King then runs off the ropes, going for the Gamebreaker -- but JC dodges it, and King crashes into the ropes! He stumbles out as McDonald kicks him in the gut, lifting him into the air and he drives him -- PERFECTO! He covers… one… two… three! Winner, via pinfall: JC McDonald McDonald gets to his feet. He looks at the crowd and makes a Championship signal around his waist as they cheer. He looks down at King and scoffs before making his way towards the back. Eventually when King gets up he is met with jeers and laughter. King throws a bit of a tantrum before walking to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SHOW DRAGON DEMONICO STANDING WITH OZZY FINCH.) (BACKSTAGE OZZY FINCH CAN BE SEEN DRESSED UP WITH A MICROPHONE IN HAND, LOOKING INTO THE SCREEN WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE. HE DOESN'T WASTE TIME BEFORE SPEAKING UP.) OF: In just a few short moments, we will see Dragon Demonico vs Michael Thunder, a battle that has been in the making for quite a bit of time now! I was fortunate to catch my guest before he heads to the ring, Dragon Demonico! (THE CAMERA PULLS BACK A BIT TO SHOW MORE OF THE SCENE TO REVEAL DRAGON DEMONICO WEARING HIS USUAL YELLOW WRESTLING TIGHTS. DRAGON DEMONICO'S USUAL SMILE THOUGH IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN, AS THE WRESTLER SEEMS TO BE A BIT ANGRY HEADING INTO THE MATCH. OZZY FINCH LIFTS THE MICROPHONE TO HIS FACE WHILE HE BEGINS TO SPEAK.) OF: Dragon, ever since you announced that you were going to be in the Golden Ticket Match, the TFWF has noticed things between you and Michael Thunder aren't so nice anymore, do you have any idea what this is about? DD: If I had any general idea of what the hell is going on with Thunder I would tell you, but honestly, I don't have any idea what's gotten into the guy since the Golden Ticket match, you know, where he thought it would be cool to beat me down and all. Heading into the Golden Ticket match I noticed Mike changing obviously, he went from the whole supportive guy to someone that was paranoid about having to go against me at Death or Glory. But, at Death or Glory, he actually pulled off the victory. So even though I was pretty pissed off about the missed opportunity, I decided that Mike winning was the next best thing to me winning, so I had to give him a hand. But that's where everything went insane... Thunder attacks me, goes completely insane claiming that nobody deserves what they have, and that he never got any support. The poor guy took too many hits to the head during the Golden Ticket match it seems! OF: Well, that all comes to it's climax tonight as you get to take on Michael Thunder one-on-one in just a few minutes, what is your mentality going into this match? DD: My mentality is that I have to not only get revenge for being embarrassed at Death or Glory by this lunatic, but I also have to prove that he's dead wrong about almost everything he claimed last week on Mayhem. You know, the whole old guy thing where they think the next generations are stupid and all that shit. But listen up, Thunder, because I've only got a few seconds to speak before I'm due out in the ring to kick your ass! You like to think that just because it took you years and years to figure out how to wrestle when you started your career, you're the top shit now that we're fast forwarding like 20 years into the present time, but trust me, you're not. I'm going out to that ring tonight to show you that me getting those World Title contender opportunities were no damn fluke, they were because I've worked my ass off trying to make it here, and I'm going to continue that tonight when I pin you in that ring! Just because it took me one year, and took you twenty is the reason you're acting crazy! (OZZY IS ABOUT TO LIFT THE MICROPHONE TO HIMSELF AGAIN FOR ANOTHER QUESTION, BUT DRAGON TAKES THE MICROPHONE AND LOOKS DEAD INTO THE CAMERA, OBVIOUSLY NOT FINISHED.) DD: I'm going into this match tonight to prove you wrong Thunder, show you that it's not all just because of smiles and flashy moves that I get my opportunities here! I get them because I can prove that I deserve them, and if the point that this generation is harder workers is too much for you to understand, so be it, go run around the backstage yelling about who you've never been supported and worked so hard some more, but when it comes to the ring tonight when we get our match, I'm going to win. Not just to fight this whole generation arguement, but to prove to you that I am better than some flashy rookie, I'm going to prove to you that I deserve everything that I've gotten so far, and I'm going to prove to you that this is the only the beginning for my career, and that I'm just getting started here! If you still think that you have some chance of beating me Thunder because of your strange way of thought, well this is your chance, and I'd love to see you even try to stop me from winning tonight! (DEMONICO HANDS THE MICROPHONE BACK TO OZZY, WHO HAS NOTHING LEFT TO SAY ON THE MATTER OF DEMONICO AND THUNDER AS HE WATCHES DEMONICO LEAVE THE SCENE, OBVIOUSLY PREPARED TO BRING IT TO THUNDER.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Demonico seems very focused on the task at hand tonight Snoop. SJ: Nerds on the internet seem very focused on downloading porn...doesn’t mean they are going to get a girlfriend though does it. SC: Where do you come up with this stuff? SJ: Some Knights site... Michael Thunder vs Dragon Demonico [FLASHBACK: THE BUBBLING TENSION IN THE FRIENDSHIP OF DEMONICO AND THUNDER IS SHOWN, SPECIFICALLY HOW IT BECAME A JEALOUS VIEW ON THINGS FROM MICHAEL AS DEMONICO ROSE IN THE TFWF RANKS. HIGHLIGHTED FURTHER IS THUNDER’S MELTDOWN, HIS GOLDEN TICKET WIN AND HIS PROMO ON MAYHEM.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. THE CROWD CHANT 'THUNDER' AS THE WORD IS SHOUTED IN THE SONG, AND MICHAEL THUNDER STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE. HE SURVEYS THE CROWD, NODDING HIS HEAD IN APPRECIATION BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A STRUT AND SHOWMANSHIP LEARNT FROM HIS TWENTY YEARS IN THE SPORT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...he is the 2011 King of the Deathmatches...Michael Thunder!!! SC: Well here comes the attitude! SJ: It’s an attitude I like. Why should Michael Thunder care about fricking upstart Dragon Demonico. JH: And his opponent... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (NICE CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A DRAGON CAN BE SEEN ON THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. RED PUFFS OF PYROS EXPLODE AS DEMONICO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING FOCUSED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! SC: This kid is adored by the T.F.W.F. fans and has been so impressive since he got here. SJ: He’s a snot nosed punk and Michael Thunder is going to make him pay! MATCH BEGINS...Demonico tries to use early aggressiveness on Thunder in order to get a quick win, but Thunder manages to slide out of the ring when Demonico is held back by referee Virgil. Thunder shows his annoyance towards the crowd and the referee as he takes a lot of time outside the ring, utilizing a full eight seconds of the referee’s 10-count before re-entering the ring. Demonico tries to go on the offensive again, but this time Thunder is prepared when he catches Demonico in a cross-body attempt and manages to flip him over his head into a modified fall away slam. From there Thunder uses an array of old school wrestling to keep Demonico grounded and disoriented, using sleeper holds, suplexes, and all variations of lock ups to slow down Demonico’s pace. SC:Thunder on a mission to erase Demonico out of the TFWF, and so far is doing a very good job keeping him out of doing whatever he wants. SJ:See Scoop, this is a Golden Ticket winner we can get behind and be proud of. He has incredible talent, outstanding morals, and he’s actually wrestling instead of doing gymnastics like these other flyboys. This is going to be a man’s champion, unlike that other Golden Ticket winner no one likes to mention named Scorpio. SC:Didn’t Scorpio beat Fallen Angel – SJ:I said, we don’t mention him! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Thunder keeps Demonico grounded, making great use of all sorts of dirty tricks like submissions using the ropes and raking Demonico across the eyes when the referee isn’t able to pay attention. Thunder tosses Demonico to the outside as he follows suit, measuring Demonico as he prepares to deliver a crippling blow. Thunder lifts Demonico onto his shoulders and charges into the ring post, driving Demonico’s shoulder into the turnbuckle. Thunder rolls the limp Demonico back into the ring, and makes the cover. 1… 2… 3 – no, shoulder up at the last second! Thunder rolls Demonico back quickly into a pinning position. 1… 2… th – no, shoulder up! Thunder pounds the mat in frustration as he looks to put Demonico into his ‘Fire in the Eyes,’ but a bit of posturing for him gives Demonico a window to come back as he starts using elbows to escape the hold and quick hitting attacks and charging offense to get his momentum back. But every time he gathers some momentum Thunder manages to get himself to the safety of the outside of the ring and calm down the momentum of Demonico. Finally when Thunder argues with a fan on the outside, Demonico comes flying in from off-screen and crashing onto Thunder with a plancha. Demonico starts raining down on Thunder with rapid fire lefts and rights. Demonico lifts Thunder up and pulls him over by the ruined Spanish Announce Table, then grabs Thunder in a reverse headlock as he runs up the stairs before flipping around and dropping Thunder with a swinging Tornado DDT as the crowd chants ‘Holy Shit.’ SC:And Demonico proves that with just an instant he can turn the whole complexion of the match. SJ:But – but Thunder is the King of the Deathmatches! And a Golden Ticket winner! You’re not supposed to treat royalty like crap – that’s what they’re supposed to do to people like you! SC:What do you mean? You’re no better than me. SJ:Award-winning journalist. SC:Maybe in the Special Olympics. FINISH...Demonico rolls Thunder into the ring, putting him into a pin. 1… 2… kick out! Demonico lifts up Thunder, charging him into the turnbuckle before connecting with a springboard into a hurricanrana with a pin. 1… 2… kick out! Thunder tries to roll up Demonico with his kick out, but Demonico continues rolling through the pin attempt and delivers a swift dropkick to the face before making a cover. 1…2… th – no, kick out! Demonico brings Thunder to his feet as he attempts the ‘Dragon Spike,’ but Thunder counters and turns it into a suplex. Thunder rolls Demonico to his feet as he prepares to use his famed ‘Thunderstruck Armbar,’ but Demonico quickly rolls around and into a school boy roll up! 1… 2… thr – kick out!Demonico lifts Thunder up, but Thunder quickly pokes Demonico in the eyes as he gets a warning from Virgil, the referee. Thunder wastes no time as he takes down Demonico, wrapping him up in the ‘Thunderstruck Armbar!’ Demonico does everything he can to try and escape, inching his foot towards the ropes as the referee watches the upper body. Demonico manages to get a foot on the bottom rope as the referee breaks the hold. Showing frustration, Thunder removes a turnbuckle pad as the referee admonishes him. Thunder argues, but when Demonico comes up behind him, Thunder uses a reflex kick down low on Demonico while the referee is distracted by the pad, then Thunder quickly rolls Demonico into a school boy as the referee makes the count, failing to notice the hold Thunder has on Demonico’s tights. 1… 2… 3!! Thunder rolls out of the ring with a smug look on his face while Demonico shows anger. Winner, via pinfall: Michael Thunder SC: What a damn shame to end the match with such blatant cheating and dirty tactics by Michael Thunder. SJ: Hey, it’s like they say – History is written by the winners, and at this rate Thunder is going to be Demonico’s biography writer! Thunder walks up the ramp tapping the side of his head as if to say he is smarter than Demonico before heading to the back. Demonico receives a standing ovation from his fans at Dependence Day 12. (ACTON GOES BACKSTAGE. STANDING THERE IS JOSE RAMON.) JR: This is it, Exile – the final chapter. We’ve danced around each other for far too long, and it’s started to become very unhealthy for the two of us. This hatred for each other is all we’ve ever known, and I’ve grown weary; not of hating you, but of all the fighting – Constantly at each others' throats, breaking the hearts of the women in our lives. Tonight this must end, and don’t think for a second that this will be a happy ending for either the winner… or you. Because make no mistake, I’m going to win and I’m going to do it by – as usual– doing the job you claimed you would do. You know, the job where you said you were going to kill me. You injure me to the point of altering my career, turn my sister against me, and walk away with a smile on your face thinking I’m going to just live and let live because you turned things full circle on me? Well the moment your hands touched my sister, your life became forfeit. I suggest going to your friend Legion and asking him to save your soul, because your body’s about to become a temple of ruins. Tonight marks the end of this feud one way or another, so I can assure you that I'm going to give you my absolute best in this match, because I want to leave you with a lasting memory of our time against each other. I've grown up, and it's time you do the same. (RINGSIDE.) SC: Jose Ramon has been such an intense individual here for the last few weeks, but I have to wonder what that makeup thing with Exile was earlier tonight. SJ: I don’t know, but this feud ends here tonight for sure! T.F.W.F. European Championship MDK (c) vs Scorpio [FLASHBACK: THE ORC COMING IN AT THE END OF DEATH OR GLORY 2011 AND RUNING THE END OF THE ROBERTS AND SCORPIO MATCH IS SHOWN. SCORPIO EXTRACTING REVENGE ON MAYHEM AND THREATENING EARL INTO THE MATCH.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOUR AND A VARIETY OF THE WRESTLER'S MOVES AS SCORPIO STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FEW PAPARAZZI BEHIND HIM. HE POSES BRIEFLY BEFORE THEY HEAD TO THE BACK AND THE S-FACTOR WALKS DOWN THE RAMP, TAKING OFF HIS TRADEMARK DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND HANDING THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW. HE THEN TAKES A DUPLICATE PAIR FROM HIS JACKET POCKET AND PUTS THEM ON AS HE HEADS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from London, England... weighing 225lbs...'The S-Factor' Scorpio!!! SC: You think that a lot of Scorps revenge tonight is based on the ORC just throwing their weight around for no reason? SJ: That and he is jealous...MDK has formed a faction of wrestler Scorpio could only dream of having, but he could never get people on board like MDK has done. JH: And his opponent... *'CHARLIE BIG POTATO' - SKUNK AND ANASIE PLAYS* (BIG BAD CROWD HEAT. THE LETTERS 'M...D...K...' FLY ONTO THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. MDK WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from London, England...weighing 275 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...MDK!!! SC: The ORC and Earl relationship has been a bit strained recently...tonight, MDK could do a lot to help that by taking down Scorpio. SJ: He will do just that! MATCH BEGINS...The crowd are amped up for this big time grudge match and both Scorpio and MDK look focused and ready for a fight!  The referee makes his checks on both men and as he goes to signal for the bell MDK charges and crashes into Scorpio with a running forearm cheap shot!  The crowd boo as the bell sounds to officially start the match and the much bigger MDK bulrushes Scorpio into the corner and fires off some big right hand punches, kicks to the mid section and elbow shots to the side of his head!!  It’s an all out assault from MDK as the referee makes his count and tries to get MDK to back off out of the corner as the crowd boo loudly.  He eventually does and MDK backs away a couple of steps as Scorpio looks dazed from the unexpected assault.  MDK charges in again, more big knee strikes to the mid section, punches, kicks and eventually stomps as Scorpio slumps down into the corner under the constant attack!!  MDK stands on Scorpio’s throat and chokes the life out of him as the referee counts and then threatens to DQ the leader of the ORC!!  The crowd are booing the house down as MDK grabs the referee by the collar and walks him backwards, all the while snarling and threatening him!!  The referee is about to call for the bell when MDK lets him go and turns around, only to be met with a running spear from Scorpio that cuts him in half to a massive crowd pop!!!  Scorpio is on MDK in the mount position, raining down right hand punches as the crowd goes wild!  MDK is able to create some distance and shoves Scorpio away, he goes to stand up but Scorpio charges and nails a running knee strike to the side of MDK’s head!!  He crashes back to the mat and Scorpio is back on him in the mount position with rapid punches and then stiff forearm shots to the side of MDK’s head!!  The referee counts and eventually he has to physically haul Scorpio off MDK!  The referee again looks close to throwing the match out but Scorpio pushes past him only to be grabbed around the neck by MDK!!!  He heaves him up into the air and then with complete disregard for his opponent he choke slams Scorpio over the top rope and to the floor!!!  The crowd reaction is insane as Scorpio crashes to the floor with a sickening thud!!  MDK drops to his knees to recover and then slowly stands up with a sick smirk on his face which results in the biggest crowd heat of the match so far!!  SC:  What an unbelievably vicious move by MDK!!  A chokeslam over the top rope and to the floor.  Scorpio could be seriously injured here folks. SJ:  That’s what happens when you mess with MDK!  Scorpio thought he was a tough guy on Mayhem when he jumped MDK and got this match made, well he ain’t so tough now is he?! SC:  The referee has struggled to keep order in this match, these two men despise each other and it’s shown in the intensity of the opening few minutes.  SJ:  Yeah but now MDK is in control and we’re going to have to see if Scorpio really does have that fighting spirit everyone says he does! SC:  Thankfully Scorpio is moving but MDK is going to the outside, this could get ugly really quick! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...MDK is on the floor and stalking around the ring as Scorpio uses the ring apron to pull himself slowly to his feet.  Just as he gets standing MDK charges and plants a big running boot right in Scorpio’s face, knocking him down to the floor!  MDK stomps away at Scorpio and makes sure to get some trash talk in before he lifts Scorpio up and then heaves him up for a slam, but instead drops Scorpio chest first across the ring barricade!!  The crowd are booing the hell out of MDK as he stamps on Scorpio again before driving him back first into the ring apron.  He backs away a few feet and charges but Scorpio gets a boot up to the face!!  The crowd pop as MDK staggers back and Scorpio hops onto the ring apron.  He sets himself and leaps with a hurricanranna but MDK catches him and blocks the attempt!!  He heaves Scorpio back up and then in one motion powerbombs him right on the edge of the ring apron!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ loudly as Scorpio’s back smashes into the steel ring frame and he crumples to the ground in serious pain.  MDK rolls into the ring with the referee’s count at 8 and then takes a bow to some more intense booing from the crowd!!  He flips them off before rolling back out of the ring to continue his assault.  He drags Scorpio and whips him hard into the ring barricade and again Scorpio smashes his lower back and drops to the ground.  MDK swaggers over to the prone Scorpio and stands on his neck again, he leans down on the ring barricade for extra leverage and at the same time threatens to slap a Scorpio fan who is hurling abuse at him!  MDK laughs as the fan runs away before he lifts Scorpio up in a side slam position and then walks him over to the steel ring steps.  He looks around him and laughs to some huge crowd heat before lifting Scorpio as high as he can and then dropping him back first across the ring steps!!  The confidence is oozing from the European Champion as he rolls back into the ring to break the count.  Scorpio is writhing in pain on the ground, clutching his back as MDK rolls back out the ring and grabs Scorpio and lifts him to  his feet.  He rolls him back under the ring and motions that the match is over to some big crowd heat.  MDK makes the cover, 1……2…..Scorpio kicks out!  The crowd cheer in support of Scorpio as MDK quickly brings Scorpio to his feet and nails a couple of right hand punches before whipping Scorpio towards the ropes.  MDK ducks his head for the backdrop but Scorpio puts the breaks on and kicks MDK in the chest as the crowd cheer!!  The big man staggers back as Scorpio nails a jumping enziguri to the back of the head!!  MDK is on wobbly legs as Scorpio lets out a roar and launches a superkick, but MDK catches his leg!!  He spins Scorpio around and then turns him inside out with a massive lariat to the face!!!  He quickly makes the cover, 1……2…..Scorpio just gets his shoulder up to a huge crowd pop!!!  MDK is quickly on the offensive as he grabs Scorpios legs and turns him over and into a Boston crab!!! SC:  This could be it folks, MDK has systematically worked over Scorpio’s lower back and now he has that Boston crab sunk in deep!! SJ:  Scorpio has been battered from pillar to post tonight and rightfully so.  The little punk thinks just because he retired Aaron Roberts and won the World Title one time that he’s the king of the TFWF.  Everyone knows that’s MDK and the ORC!  SC:  Do you ever get tired of kissing MDK’s ass?  Honest to God!  MDK is as vicious as the come and it looks like his mission tonight is to make Scorpio tap out. SJ:  Mission is about to be accomplished!!      FINISH...The crowd are clapping and stamping their feet in support of Scorpio as he fights through the pain of the Boston crab.  He crawls and claws and finally reaches the ropes to a huge crowd pop!!  MDK is furious and he quickly picks Scorpio up and signals for ‘The Hellshot!’  He grabs Scorpio and heaves him up, but Scorpio reverses it in mid air and plants MDK with a big time DDT to a huge crowd pop!!!  Scorpio drags himself up, clutching at his injured back as MDK rolls over into the middle of the ring.  Scorpio runs to the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and springboards back with a picture perfect Lion-sault!!  He makes the cover, 1……2…MDK kicks out!!  Scorpio stays on the offensive and lands a leg drop from the middle turnbuckle.  He makes the cover again, 1……2….MDK kicks out!!  Scorpio is running on adrenaline alone as he staggers back to his feet and motions at MDK to stand up, it’s 'Glitterazi’ time!!  MDK slowly gets up as Scorpio swings with the lariat but MDK pulls the referee in front of him!!  Scorpio connects with the referee and knocks him flying out of the ring through the ropes!!  Scorpio is stunned as MDK smirks and waits as Scorpio turns around and MDK plants him with the ‘AGR!!!’  Aaron Roberts old finisher!!!!  The crowd heat is intense as MDK makes the cover and a second referee sprints down the ramp and into the ring, 1……..2…..Scorpio kicks out to a huge crowd pop!!!  MDK can’t believe it and he jaws with the second referee as Scorpio tries desperately to recover!!  He is on his feet in the corner and MDK charges but Scorpio gets both feet up to the face!!  He winces with the pain of his injured back before climbing to the top turnbuckle and then leaping off with a corkscrew moonsault and crashes right onto MDK!!!  Scorpio with the cover, 1…….2…..MDK kicks out!!!  The crowd are going nuts as Scorpio signals for the 'Paparazzi Flash' he grabs MDK and goes for it, but it’s blocked!!  ‘HELLSHOT!!!’  MDK collapses onto Scorpio, 1…….2…..Scorpio gets his foot on the rope, but the REFEREE DOESN’T SEE IT, 3!!!!!! SC:  He had his foot on the rope!!  Scorpio had his foot on the rope!!!  That wasn’t a pin. SJ:  What, I didn’t see anything! SC:  Of course you didn’t!  You never do!!  Ladies and gentlemen, Scorpio has been robbed here and I for one…wait a minute, what’s this?  The referee from earlier is in the ring! MDK is celebrating in the ring but the first referee who was knocked out earlier is pointing to the rope and indicating to the second referee that Scorpio’s foot was on the ropes!!  The two referees are in deep discussion as MDK suddenly releases what’s going on!  He tries to get the second referee to raise his hand but he refuses and signals that the match is to be RESTARTED!!!  The first referee rolls out of the ring as the crowd explode with noise!!  MDK is utterly furious but Scorpio is up and he rolls MDK up in a surprise school boy roll up, 1……2…..MDK just kicks out in time!!!  Scorpio is up first, 'GLITTERAZI!!’  He makes the cover, 1……2….MDK kicks out again!!  Scorpio can’t believe it and he struggles with his injured back to stand up.  He eventually gets to his feet and grabs MDK but he responds with a big time European uppercut that rocks Scorpio!!  MDK kicks Scorpio in the mid section and then plants him with a Blue Thunder Bomb!!!!  He makes the cover, 1……2…..Scorpio kicks out!!!!  The crowd are rocking as MDK drags Scorpio up and goes for the ‘Hellshot’ again but Scorpio blocks it, spins around and ‘PAPARAZZI FLASH!!!’  Scorpio with the cover, 1…….2…..MDK rolls his shoulder off the mat at the last possible second!!!!! The arena is shaking with the noise from the crowd for this fantastic match as Scorpio stands up and drags MDK into the corner. He climbs the ropes and desperately drags MDK up with him!! He signals to the crowd but MDK smashes him with a low blow!! The crowd are booing the house down as MDK moves around on the ropes and holds Scorpio in position. He hooks him up for the ‘Hellshot’ and this one looks to be over!! But Scorpio blocks it!! Elbows to the mid section!! Over and over again!! MDK with a head butt!! Scorpio is dazed and MDK goes for the ‘Hellshot’ again. He tries to lift Scorpio up, but he blocks it again!! The crowd are in awe as the two men battle for position on the middle turnbuckle!! Scorpio with more elbow strikes, over and over again!! He climbs to the top turnbuckle, hooks MDK around the head – ‘AGR OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!’ The two men crash to the mat and are motionless but Scorpio rolls over with an arm over MDK’S chest, 1………2…….3!!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F European Champion: Scorpio SC: Scorpio has done it!! With Aaron Roberts own finishing move he has beaten MDK and claimed the European Title!! What a damn match! SJ: This is the biggest miscarriage of justice in the history of the world!! MDK won that match. He pinned Scorpio and they restart the match!! What the hell? SC: Scorpio’s foot was clearly on the ropes and thankfully the referees were able to make the right call. That should not take away from Scorpio’s win here tonight Snoop, that was one hell of a victory and some revenge for the brutal way the ORC attacked Aaron Roberts at Death or Glory. SJ: Whatever. There’s no way MDK is going to stand for this. This one is far from over if you ask me! Scorpio drags himself to his feet with the help of the ropes as MDK looks on furiously from the outside of the ring. The referee hands Scorpio the European Title which he holds over head to a massive ovation from the crowd!!! [HYPE VIDEO: A HYPE VIDEO IS PLACED FOR THE ONE RING CIRCUS WHICH SEEMS VERY UNTIMED AND UNUSUAL. IT PROMISES THAT A CHANGE IS COMING...] SC: What the heck was all that about? SJ: Change apparently... SC: What are the One Ring Circus up to? Maybe tonight we will get a key with Exile... No Holds Barred - T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Exile (c) vs Jose Ramon [FLASHBACK: THE FEUD THAT WILL NEVER END WHICH STARTED ALL THAT TIME AGO WITH THE BATTLE FOR CHRISTINIA. THE IMAGES SHOW A YING AND YANG APPROACH TO IT THAT THEN SPINS AROUND TO HIGHLIGHT THE CHANGE IN THE FANS PERCEPTION OF BOTH THESE MEN. THE YING AND YANG IS THEN LOCKED BEHIND PRISON BARS TO SIGNIGY NO HOLDS BARRED...WITH THE WORDS ‘IT ENDS TONIGHT’.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (DECENT 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: Despite the run in with the ORC earlier...Jose seems to be back on track. SJ: Well he is going to need to be if he hopes to stand more than a few minutes with Exile. JH: And his opponent... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. 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 HIS FACE IS DECKED OUT LIKE DORIAN WONG???!?!?!) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Exile!!! SC: What the hell? SJ: Dorian Wong is back! SC: Don’t be an idiot that’s Exile...but that a weird psychological thing to be inserting into this match... MATCH BEGINS...Unlike at DOG, there is no attempted handshake as both men dive towards one another, locking up quickly, Ramon on the offensive, hip tossing Exile, and then driving his boot into Exile's sternum with a very stiff boot, and then another, with Exile wriggling in pain!  Ramon is like a man possessed, unrelenting, as he pulls Exile to his feet and whips him into the corner.  Ramon then follows through, sending his shoulder into Exile's tender sternum, pulling him out and going for the cover... One...Tw... NO!  Exile kicks out much to the dismay of the fans.  Ramon however, refuses to give an inch as he pulls Exile up and throws him into the ropes.  Exile bounces off the ropes, Ramon locks in for the clothesline, but Exile ducks!  Exile bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes charging at Ramon, leaping off of his feet with a missile drop kick!  Sending Ramon to the canvas, Exile goes in for the pin!  One... Ramon kicks out!  The fans are out of their seats, cheering for Ramon.  Exile rocks back and forth for a moment, telling, before reaching down and just way laying into Ramon with lefts and rights.  He then sends in a rear choke hold, attempting to cut off all oxygen flow to Ramon's brain.  The ref comes to check on Ramon, but as he does Exile whispers something into Ramon's ear that gets the slightly dozey Ramon fighting back and as his hand is raised once, it stays up, his hand in a fist shaking it furiously.  Exile pulls Ramon onto his feet, keeping hold of his opponent as he does so.  He moves to use the ropes, but Ramon quickly counters and throws an elbow into Exile's gut, and then another, forcing Exile to break the hold!  Exile tries to keep the upper hand, but Ramon is there, parrying Exile's incoming fist with his forearm, then grabs Exile by the back of his head and throws him out over the ropes, sending Exile into a heap onto the ground!  Ramon is right there behind him, jumping over the top rope and right ontop of the current Light Heavyweight Champion!  Both men are slow to recover, though Exile is the first one up.  He pulls Ramon with him, and then uses the barricade, slamming Ramon's head into it.  Once... Twice.. All the while security is having to hold back the spectators from getting too close, though one yells at Exile causes him to stop.  He begins to yell and argue with the fan, which gives Ramon enough time to shake the cobwebs from his head, as he grabs hold of Exile's outstretched hand and whips him right into the steel stairs!  With a clatter, they fall apart, and Exile seems to be out of it, laying on the still standing portion of the steps.  Ramon then turns and begins to throw weapons into the ring. SC: This is a no holds barred match ladies and gentlemen and it seems as if both of these wrestlers have realized it will take more than wrestling to get the job done.  Both men now on the outside of the ring, though Ramon wasting no time, starting to gather an arsenal. SJ:  Just keep that painted freak away from me!  If he comes near me, you hold him off, and I'll.. I'll.. SC:  Hide? SJ:  Exactly! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Both Exile and Ramon back in the ring, ladders had been brought in by Ramon, and a table brought in by Exile as these two men continue to be intent on destroying one another.  Exile has the upper hand after laying Ramon out with the unfolded table, he glances around the ring for a moment, before stalking over towards one of the ring camera men and snatches their in-ear headset with the wires, before rushing back towards Ramon and wraps the wires around his throat, choking him much to the dismay of the fans who boo loudly.  The referee unable to do anything keeps a steady eye on Ramon who tries to get the chord away from his throat.  Finally in a desperate measure, he reaches up and grabs hold of Exile's hair, pulling it as hard as he can to gain some ground, as he then jabs his thumb as hard as he can into Exile's eye.  Exile lets go of the chord, holding his face now as Ramon squirms, trying to catch his breath as another Ramon chant echoes through the arena.  Red faced, Ramon slowly gets to his ducking a stiff arm from Exile, shoving him as he goes past.  Exile attempts to recover, but finds it impossible because Ramon is right there behind him!  He spears him into one of the erected ladders, the metal crashing down on top of both of them!  Ramon manages somehow to get his arm across Exile.  One... Two...Th...NO!! Exile barely breaks the pin.  The official checks on both wrestlers to make sure that they were fit to continue on, Exile gets to hands and knees and slowly gets to his feet, his eyes wild as he reaches down and pulls Ramon onto his feet, laying forearm after forearm into Ramon's head before laying him out on the table.  He then climbs to the top turnbuckle, and moonsaults off of the turnbuckle right on top of Ramon, as the table shatters under such direct force!!  The cheers for Ramon again coming from the fans, but it doesn't seem as if it makes any bit of difference as both men continue to remain lifeless.  The ref begins to count out both of the wrestlers.   Exile finally shows signs of life at the count of five, crawling over slowly to Ramon, going for the cover.  One... Two.. Thr...NO! Ramon kicks out!  Exile, having recovered slightly stands up and begins to get into the referee's face, telling him that he was counting slow.  Ramon lays on the canvas battered and bruised, barely moving.  Exile finishes telling off the ref, returning to the task at hand, moving back towards Ramon.  Reaching down, Exile makes a grab for Ramon, pulling him up onto his feet, but Ramon is right there, having managed to get his hands on one of the metal legs of the table which he rams into Exile's stomach, once, twice, three times sending him back with each hit!  Ramon drops the table leg, grabbing hold of Exile's head and brings a closed fist into his face, then another, and then another.  Exile is forced into the corner, Ramon continues his assault, he drives a knee into Exile, before he hunches down to bring his shoulder into contact with Exile's sternum, Exile moves out of the way at the last second and Ramon's shoulder connects with the steel pole with a sickening crash!  Ramon goes down, Exile goes for a roll up.  One... Tw... Ramon doesn't kick out, he manages to somehow get leverage and reverses the roll up.  One... Two... Exile breaks the roll up by squirming out of it. SC:  These two men are not just fighting for the Light Heavyweight title, they are fighting for their lives, their careers.  For so long they have been the bane to one another, that if they don't end it here tonight, one of them may not survive the next time! SJ:  Wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't Exile, would it?  What, why are you looking at me like that? SC:  The sheer determination, the willpower to continue going after all that they have been through.  It's admirable, twisted but admirable. FINISH...The ring littered with weapons and a tall ladder that has been set up and Exile with the upper hand as he has a kendo stick that is wrapped with barbed wire and beating Ramon mercilessly, Ramon's sides and back beginning to seep in blood as the crowd continues to give massive heat to Exile. He goes for the the pin... One...Tw... Ramon manages to kick out somehow! The fans turn quickly, cheering and chanting Ramon's name! Exile stands up, stomping Ramon into the sides and back for all that he can before he turns on the crowd, leaning over the ropes and yelling at them! This gives Ramon enough time, slipping the barbed wire off of the kendo stick, wrapping it around his leg even as his hand bleeds. Barely able to stand, Ramon watches as Exile continues to go off on the fans, shaking the ropes and telling them they should be cheering -him-. Finally, Exile turns and is met with a superkick to the face with the barbed wire wrapped boot! Down goes Exile! Ramon goes for the pin! One... Two... Thr...NO!! Exile gets his shoulder up barely in time to beat the three kick. Ramon hits the canvas, and in desperation goes for another pin. One...NO! Exile with the kick out. The two men slowly getting up to their knees exchanging lefts and rights, not even getting up on their feet as they try to knock the other man down. The ref keeping a close eye on the action as Exile finally gives in and just tackles Ramon off of his feet and drives lefts and rights into his face as Ramon tries to fight him off but to no avail. With another stiff forearm he lays out Ramon but instead of going for the pin, Exile seemingly has other things in mind as he goes for the turnbuckle, but before doing so he throws a chair on top of Ramon. Climbing up onto the top of the turnbuckle, Exile takes off delivering a Phoenix Splash ontop of Ramon with the chair making a very loud impact! Exile curled up in pain for a moment, throws the chair off and goes for the cover. One...Two... Thre....NO!!! Ramon kicks out! Ramon kicks out!! Exile rages as he holds onto his ribs, looking wild eyed as he then stares down at the crumpled bloody form of Ramon with wicked intent in his eyes. Exile stands and begins to look look over the various array of weapons, finding a thin length of chain, wrapping it around the length of his arm he returns to Ramon and delivers an elbow drop, before standing up and delivering another one, the chain impacting with Ramon's body each time. Then for good measure, Exile unwraps the chain from his arm and begins to wrap it around Ramon's neck trying to choke him once more, but Ramon slumps quickly, rolling out of the way! Exile actually smiles as he slowly stalks Ramon who's trying to crawl away, before grasping hold of his hair after wrapping the chain around his hand and then rams his fist into the back of Ramon who goes down, but then begins trying to get to hands and knees and crawl away again! Exile goes to hit him again, but Ramon quickly rolls onto his back and meets Exile's gut with his barbed wire wrapped boot! Exile goes down. Ramon slowly gets to his feet and crawls over Exile, but not going for the pin as he launches a volley of lefts and rights into Exile's skull. Making sure Exile isn't moving, Ramon grabs hold of a chair and begins to climb the ladder, he stares down at Exile before he leaps, holding onto the chair! Shooting Star Press from the ladder! The impact rattles the ring as Exile's face gushes with blood, as does Ramon's. Both men are out for the count it seems as the ref begins to count them out... One... Two... Three... Four... Ramon moves slightly. Five... Six... Ramon finally manages to somehow crawl and drape is arm over Exile's body. One...Two...Three!! The official motions for the bell to ring. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Jose Ramon SC: Ladies and gentlemen we have a new light heavyweight champion, but at what cost? I think we need to get the EMT's down here, immediately. SJ: You know if Exile had just left out the facepaint I bet he could have won. Ramon stands over Exile for a moment as the crowd cheer loudly if all remembering the vicious feud these men have put on. He slings the Light-Heavyweight Chamopionship over his shoulder and mouths the words 'Its Over' before raising one finger in the air to more crowd cheers and walking to the back. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE FURTHER HYPE VIDEO FOOTAGE SHOWS MDK, RICK RAMPAGE AND VIKTOR KOVALENKO STANDING OUTSIDE THE EARL’S OFFICE. RAMPAGE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR.) EOC: Gentlemen...wont you come in... (BEFORE EARL CAN FINISH SPEAKING. MDK SLAPS THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF HIS MOUTH.) MDK: It’s time...right now... (ALL OF A SUDDEN KOVALENKO AND RAMPAGE BEGIN TRASHING THE EARL’S OFFICE. RAMPAGE GRABS IZIAH HUNTER WHO IS PASSING BY AND SMASHES HIM INTO THE WALL. KOVALENKO LEVELS OZZY FINCH TO THE GROUND. THE THREE MEN BEGIN AN ASSAULT ON THE BACKSTAGE CREW AS THE CROWD ARE GOING WILD IN THE ARENA. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE AMBULANCE FROM EARLIER COMES FLYING INTO THE PICTURE. IT SMASHES INTO SOME STRUCTURE AS LEGION HOPS OUT. HE BEGINS HELPING WITH THE ASSAULT BACKSTAGE AS NOBODY IS LEFT UNTOUCHED.) SC: What the hell is going on here...we need to help back there! (AGENTS, REFEREES AND SECURITY FILTER TO THE BACK, THE ORC SEEM ORCHESTRATED AND WELL PLOTTED AS THEY FEND THEM OFF DOING MORE AND MORE DAMAGE. FINALLY AS THE 4 MEN STAND TALL AND ARE JOINED BY EXILE MAKING THE 5 MDK TAKES THE MICROPHONE.) MDK: We wait in the wings no longer...we promised that sooner or later our time would come T.F.W.F. and we gave you the appetizer of what we can do...I promised a main course and here it is...on the night America celebrates it’s Independence...The One Ring Circus celebrates...it’s independence from the T.F.W.F.. We will do what groups like TCK couldn’t do...we will run this thing into the ground and that starts right now...gentlemen... (RINGSIDE.) SC: He has promised it for months...a revolution and it seems now even Earl has served his purpose...the ORC have become the renegade group of the T.F.W.F. they promised to be...and what a dark day this could be for the T.F.W.F.. SJ: And to me it doesn’t seem like the books are shut on who could join them...can you imagine if the ORC can bring more members into it’s thinking...just like they did with Kovalenko and Exile before. SC: I am getting word they are on their way to the ring...and we have a Main Event to see...what are we in for! MAIN EVENT: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match/Intercontinental Title Match - 2 Falls Fallen Angel (c) vs Phenom vs Jack Hondo (c) vs Jack Benevolence [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE CONFRONTATIONS ON MONDAY MAYHEM ARE SHOWN WITH REGARDS THE HEAVYWEIGHT AND INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIPS. ALL FOUR MEN ARE GIVEN A TALE OF THE TAPE TYPE DEAL WITH THE FINAL IMAGE BEING THE FOUR OF THEM STANDING IN THE RING.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is a two fall affair for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental and Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING HEEL 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…Phenom!!! SC: Phenom and Louis had a lot to say about the state of the match earlier this week... SJ: Damn, imagine if the ORC could Phenom on their side...I mean he isn’t happy about guys like Benevolence and Hondo being near that World title shot. JH: Introducing... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE TRON VIDEO STARTS WITH THE WORDS "THE PROPHERCY", "THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING"...AND THEN THE NAME JACK BENEVOLENCE FLIES ACROSS WITH A MONTAGE OF HIS MOVES. RUSSELL WHITE LEADS HIM OUT ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS PYROS GO OFF AND HE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Russell White...from Parkland, Washington...weighing 230 pounds...Jack Benevolence!!! SC: Benevolence is one tricky customer and could well be holding gold at the end of this one... SJ: He is one of the best in the business that is for sure. JH: Introducing... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Jack Hondo!!! SC: Crowd favourite the All-American Jack Hondo! SJ: I thought he was Canadian... SC: ... JH: And their opponent... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING CROWD POP. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Fallen Angel!!! SC: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE!!! SJ: I CAN HARDLY HEAR YOU! MAN THIS IS UNBELIAVABLE!!!! MATCH BEGINS...all four men are stood in each corner of the ring, staring one another down as the referee raises both the Intercontinental and Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship. The bell rings and all four men remain in their corners, before finally they walk to the middle and engage in a four-way test of strength. All four men push at one another before Benevolence and Phenom seem to strike up a bit of a team, kicking at Angel’s gut before the pair begin to beat down on the World Champion. After a while both turn, right into a double clothesline from Jack Hondo that gets a huge pop and Hondo helps Angel up, before they both turn to Phenom and Benevolence. Angel and Benevolence go right at it as Hondo and Phenom battle it out, both ending up in opposite corners trading punches, elbows, forearms and kicks. Finally Angel and Hondo get the upper hand, irish whipping both their respective opponents into the middle of the ring as they collide. The crowd cheer again as Phenom gets to his feet, eating an exploder suplex from Angel, and as Benevolence turns he finds himself dropped with a spinebuster by Jack Hondo! Phenom rolls out of the ring as Hondo and Angel turn their attentions to Benevolence. The cocky newcomer tries to go toe to toe with Fallen Angel on punches, but Hondo quickly applies a waistlock and Angel runs, landing the clothesline as Hondo german suplexes Benevolence over. He staggers up into a big scoop slam from Angel and Hondo follows up with the leg drop to a cheer. Benevolence quickly rolls out of the ring as Phenom goes over to help him up, but Hondo’s out there to take it to the former World Champion! Hondo blasts Phenom with a big clothesline, before sending him back into the ring where Angel takes him with a gutbuster followed by some brutal mounted punches. Angel drags Phenom up, irish whipping him off the ropes and he goes for a back body drop, but Phenom counters with a facebreaker over the knee. He then goes for an early Final Destination but Hondo wraps the arms up, landing a big tiger suplex! He bridges… one… tw-- Angel breaks it! Hondo gets to his feet, and he and Angel stare down briefly, both going nose to nose as the crowd cheer -- but Jack Benevolence is right behind Angel and he tackles him from behind right into Hondo! Benevolence gets to work, hauling Angel up and he smashes his head off of the top turnbuckle before driving into him with a huge clothesline. Benevolence taunts, dragging Angel up and he catches him with a shoulder jawbreaker, immediately controlling him with a grounded headlock. Across the ring Phenom is now on his feet as Hondo staggers up right into some massive shots from Phenom that takes Hondo into the corner, and Phenom presses him right up against the turnbuckles before he brings him out and throws him shoulder-first against the ring post! Hondo staggers back out into a big boot from Phenom who then hauls Hondo up, crashing him back down again with a vertical suplex. Phenom then signals for Benevolence to bring Angel to his feet, and Benevolence irish whips the champion right into a swinging side slam from Phenom. Benevolence then drags up Hondo, lifting him for a suplex before Phenom catches the legs onto his shoulder, allowing Benevolence to drop for a sick over the shoulder neckbreaker as Phenom bombs the Intercontinental Champion down. Angel then gets to his feet as Benevolence lands a big European uppercut, staggering him back into a straight punch from Phenom before Benevolence drives him with a huge reverse STO. Benevolence then takes a great deal of pleasure in dragging Angel up, throwing him from the ring with a smile on his face as Phenom and Benevolence turn their attentions to Hondo. SC: Well we’ve seen two alliances forming here; one between the champions, and one between the challengers! But how long do you think they’ll last? SJ: Phenom and Benevolence are going to battle it out like men once they’ve destroyed Angel and Hondo. As for the champions? Well at this rate, expect an engagement party before Hard Steel and the first TFWF in-ring civil partnership! SC: … I give up. SJ: Does that mean I just became Intercontinental Champion?! MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Phenom and Benevolence stalk Hondo, beating down on him in the corner for a while before Phenom gets Benevolence to irish whip him out, taking him down with a huge back elbow. Phenom then hauls Hondo up for a powerbomb, and Benevolence goes down on one knee, allowing Phenom to drive Hondo into the knee! The crowd boo as Benevolence leans in the corner as Phenom gets to work on Hondo, throwing in those famous hard shots of his. He then goes for a running shoulder block on Hondo -- but Hondo dodges! Hondo runs and takes Phenom down with a flying forearm, but before he can do anything else Benevolence is right in there with some nasty stomps, using the top rope for leverage. Benevolence then drags Hondo up, throwing him into the corner for some nasty repeated elbows to the side of the head, over and over and over again, knocking Hondo for six. Benevolence then takes a few steps back and he runs, going for a massive elbow -- but Hondo dodges again! Benevolence crashes into the turnbuckles, staggering out right into a big swinging neckbreaker from Hondo! The crowd are going wild for Hondo, but as he turns he gets a boot to the gut from Phenom, who hauls him and brings him down with a death valley driver! The crowd are booing like hell as Phenom smirks, covering… one… two… -- Benevolence to break it up! Benevolence drags Hondo to his feet and tosses him at the corner where he collapses against the turnbuckles, slumping on the mat, but Phenom quickly stands and spins Benevolence around. Benevolence and Phenom stare down, before Phenom makes a cut-throat gesture, calling the entire teaming-up off! The crowd suddenly explode into cheers, and as both men are intently staring at each other neither notices Fallen Angel stood right next to both of them. Suddenly Benevolence turns, spotting him and he runs, right into a back body drop from Angel! Benevolence hits the deck as Angel turns, and as Phenom runs he catches him with a big powerslam! Angel’s on fire as Benevolence is to his feet and Angel scoops him up, going for a gut wrench powerbomb -- but Phenom out of nowhere takes him off his feet with a big boot! Phenom then grabs at Benevolence, lifting him and he throws in some shots before he clasps for a back body drop, lifting Benevolence up, but Benevolence elbows his way out, and as Phenom staggers back towards the corner none other than Jack Hondo sparks into life with a roll-up… one… two… Jack Benevolence with the save! The crowd boo as Benevolence drags Hondo up, but suddenly Hondo punches his gut and he runs off the ropes, dropkicking Benevolence’s head. Benevolence staggers back into the gut wrench powerbomb from a now-standing Fallen Angel to a huge cheer, but before Angel can make the cover Hondo dropkicks him on the mat! Hondo then drags Phenom up, on fire right now as he throws in some big chops at Phenom before out of nowhere blasting him with a savate kick! Hondo makes the cover lying chest-first on Phenom… one… two… Angel drags Hondo off, right into the wheelbarrow as he lifts Hondo and drives him with a wheelbarrow facebuster, landing on Phenom! He then turns, picking up Benevolence and he locks in a sleeper-hold, dragging Benevolence over and with all his strength he hauls him with a sleeper hold suplex -- landing him on Phenom and Hondo! The crowd goes wild as Angel turns, flexing his biceps, but he doesn’t spot Phenom manage to sneak a hand onto Benevolence for a pin… one… two… Hondo breaks it! Angel turns as Hondo runs at him with a big knee to the head before Hondo drags Benevolence up with a bridged fisherman’s suplex for two! SC: Jack Hondo’s on fire here! SJ: Well that’s why you don’t let retards play with matches. SEEK ADULT SUPERVISION FOR GOD’S SAKE! FINISH...Benevolence throws his shoulder up to huge boos as Hondo gets to his feet as Fallen Angel’s on his feet behind the Intercontinental Champion. Hondo turns -- right into a kick to the gut from Angel, who looks for the Cradle of Darkness immediately -- but Phenom is up and he grasps Angel around the throat! Angel drops Hondo, trying to force Phenom off of him as Phenom lifts him up, and Angel grabs at Phenom’s head, causing him to stagger across the ring with Angel in the air. They end up towards the ropes and Angel falls over the top, dragging Phenom over with him and both men crash onto the apron and to the outside! The crowd gasps as Benevolence and Hondo are the only two remaining in the ring, both staggering up before they turn and face off. Hondo swings a punch but Benevolence drives a knee into Hondo’s gut, hauling Hondo onto his shoulders and he lands a TKO! He covers… one… two… kickout! Benevolence smashes the mat in anger, dragging Hondo up and he storms him at the corner, lifting him to the top rope. He climbs up onto the second rope, attempting to superplex him -- but Hondo shoves Benevolence down! Hondo prepares to leap off the top, when out of nowhere Angel rolls into the ring, grabbing him -- BRINGING HIM DOWN WITH THE ANGEL DEATHDROP! The arena’s going crazy as Angel covers, going for the pin… one… two… NO! Benevolence drags him out, immediately wrapping his legs up into the Critical Quick! The crowd are on their feet as Benevolence has Fallen Angel locked up in the middle of the ring, with nowhere for Angel to go as he desperately grasps for the ropes but they’re too far! Benevolence smirks, leaning back and wrenching on the legs even harder -- when out of nowhere Phenom’s in the ring! Phenom wraps a hand around Benevolence’s throat, lifting him --  FINAL DESTINATION! The crowd’s going crazy as Phenom’s on top of the world, but as he turns there’s Jack Hondo on his feet and he locks in the pumphandle, hauling Phenom up -- PUMP-HONDO SLAM! But Hondo collapses back, exhausted as all four wrestlers are out cold in the ring. SC: All four guys are down, whoever can crawl into a pinfall could well call themselves the Intercontinental Champion! SJ: LET’S GO PHENOM! LET’S GO JACK! LET’S GO PHENOM! LET’S GO JACK! All four men are down as the crowd is cheering like mad, and slowly Hondo and Jack Benevolence stagger to their feet, staring down in the middle of the ring. Immediately they go at it, throwing rights and lefts in a huge resurgence of the ‘Jack-Off’ and the fans cheer for every shot thrown by Hondo, booing for every punch thrown by Benevolence. Finally Hondo gets the upper hand, driving Benevolence into the corner before he pulls him out, landing a big kitchen sink to flip him over! Benevolence clutches his gut in pain and Hondo hauls him up, going for the Pump-Hondo Slam! The crowd is going wild as Hondo runs for it, but Benevolence slips out behind and he sends Hondo flying into a now-standing Fallen Angel! Angel rocks Hondo with a huge right as he staggers back into Benevolence’s clutches, and Benevolence lifts him for the Jack’s Hammer -- but Angel runs in there, spearing Benevolence down before he can hit the move! Benevolence slowly rolls out of the ring, holding his gut in pain by ringside as Hondo and Angel square up. The fans are cheering loudly for the two crowd-favourites as they lock up, jostling for position in the middle of the ring before Angel gets the upper-hand, throwing a wild series of elbow strikes at Hondo’s neck, rocking him. He then kicks Hondo in the gut, pulling him in for the Cradle of Darkness! He lifts Hondo, hooking the cradle -- but Hondo fights it, keeping hold of the arm and he slips out, feeding the arm between Angel’s legs for the pumphandle! He lifts Angel -- DRIVING HIM WITH THE PUMP-HONDO SLAM! The crowd cheers as Hondo staggers back -- right into the grasp of Phenom! PHENOM OUT OF NOWHERE -- FINAL DESTINATION! HE COVERS HONDO… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!! Winner of the 1st fall, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Phenom SC: What a dominating performance there, Phenom just claimed the Intercontinental Championship! SJ: He’s not done there, look! The crowd are booing like hell at Phenom as the referee attempts to hand him the Intercontinental Championship, but he pushes it away! He covers Hondo again, this time looking to take the World Heavyweight Championship too… ONE… TWO… THRE-- ANGEL MAKES THE SAVE! The crowd cheers as Angel leaps onto Phenom, throwing a wild flurry of punches on him as Hondo rolls to the side, holding his head in pain, and as Angel drags Phenom up Hondo runs, clotheslining Phenom down! He turns, going for another Pump-Hondo on Angel -- but the Standard drives Hondo at the corner, hauling him to the top as he looks for the Angel Death Drop! He hooks Hondo -- but Hondo punches before getting to his feet on the top, kicking Angel back! Angel staggers -- into Phenom’s grasp! But Hondo’s up top and he leaps, looking for a double axe handle -- BUT PHENOM REACHES UP WITH HIS FREE HAND, CLUTCHING HIM AROUND THE THROAT TOO! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING THE NEW IC CHAMPION DIGS DEEP, HAULING ANGEL AND HONDO UP, NAILING THEM WITH A DOUBLE FINAL DESTINATION! SJ: OH MY GOD! PHENOM JUST CHOKESLAMMED OVER 500LBS OF MAN! SC: But look! It’s Benevolence! The crowd is booing like hell as back in the ring, begging for Phenom to turn is Jack Benevolence -- with the TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship belt in his hands! He stalks behind Phenom as he slowly turns and Benevolence runs -- CRASHING THE TITLE OVER PHENOM’S SKULL! PHENOM DROPS BACK OUT COLD AS BENEVOLENCE DROPS THE TITLE, MAKING THE COVER… ONE… SC: Jack Benevolence is going to steal it! He’s gonna take the big one! … TWO… SJ: C’MON JACK! … THRE-- NOOO! ANGEL, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY MAKES THE SAVE! He pushes his way to his feet as Benevolence grabs the championship once again, looking to give Angel the same treatment. Slowly Angel staggers up and Benevolence runs -- EATING A KICK TO THE GUT! HE DROPS THE TITLE AS ANGEL PULLS HIM IN, HOOKING HIM -- CRADLE OF DARKNESS ON THE TITLE! ANGEL COVERS… ONE… TWO… THREE!!! Winner of the 2nd fall, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Fallen Angel SC: Angel did it! He retained the World title and Phenom’s taken the Intercontinental Championship! SJ: HE SCREWED JACK BENEVOLENCE OVER!!! The crowd are cheering as Angel picks up the Undisputed World Heavyweight title, raising it above his head. Slowly Phenom is coming round as he is handed the IC title, and he clutches it close to himself, staring Angel down. Angel turns and the two have a brief moment, locking eyes as they each raise the two biggest championships in the TFWF. To the side Jack Hondo is stood in the corner, holding his back in pain from the second Final Destination, but nodding his head with happiness at seeing Angel retain. On the other side is Jack Benevolence, who is screaming at the referee that he was robbed and demanding the match is re-started. SC: Well it was a hell of a main event and one of the most exciting in Dependence Day history! SJ: And look who got the titles! It’s gonna be interesting on Mayhem to see where we go from here. The crowd is excited for the finish of the show as Angel, Benevolence, Hondo and Phenom are all in the ring, staring down with one another and celebrating. All of a sudden the music in the arena cuts out completely and the TA-Tron falls to simply a TFWF logo. The wrestlers in the ring look around, wondering what the hell that was all about when all of a sudden we cut to a camera shot running towards the sound and lights area just off the stage. As the camera gets there the sound technicians are all out cold, the equipment destroyed, left in a heap and in pieces all around the area. The titantron comes back to life, showing the shot of the destroyed sound and light area to the crowd who fall quiet. SC: I… what the hell? All of a sudden the sound of a siren fills the arena as the camera moves around, showing the ambulance from earlier driving out from the side of the set! The crowd boo, spotting Legion at the wheel as he drives the ambulance up onto the stage, positioning it at the top of the ramp. In the ring Benevolence, Hondo, Phenom and Angel have all ignored their tensions following the match, staring at the ambulance. Legion smirks, cranking up the sirens before he begins to rev the engine -- and a look of horror spreads over the faces of the guys in the ring! Legion releases the brake, and immediately the already-battered ambulance comes hurtling down the ramp, headed straight for the ring! The arena is going crazy as Angel and Phenom bail out of the ring on one side and Benevolence and Hondo escape on the other, with Legion not letting up on the accelerator at all! As the ambulance approaches all four wrestlers pin themselves up against the ringside barriers and all cameramen, ring crews, technical crew members and other workers at ringside run for the announce tables and the timekeeper’s area. The crowd is collectively holding their breath as the ambulance reaches the end of the ramp, mere inches from the ring-- SJ: HOLY SHIT! SC: WHAT THE HELL?! The ambulance crashes straight into the ring without letting up any momentum! The entire side of the ring buckles, the wood base splintering up into the air and the two nearest ring posts breaking free and falling to the floor. The ropes fall free, slacking as the ambulance is half way through the ring, the entire side completely destroyed around it. Inside Legion is still smirking, completely unhurt by the crash as the side door and back door of the van open -- and the One Ring Circus bail out! MDK is wielding Louis as he steps out, with Viktor Kovalenko walking out next to him, roaring the crowd. From the back door comes Exile and Rick Rampage, wielding a lead pipe and another baseball bat respectfully. Legion pushes open the driver’s door, stepping out as he grabs James Onlee’s railway spike from the passenger seat, smirking as he surveys the ringside area. SC: What are they doing?! They could have just seriously injure those four guys! SJ: I… I think that might be the idea… Immediately Rampage, Exile and Legion head for Angel and Phenom as MDK and Kovalenko head for Benevolence and Hondo! The ORC on both sides back their adversaries up against the ringside barriers -- and it’s on! On one side Exile drives his lead pipe into Phenom’s gut and Rampage brings his baseball down on Angel’s head; Legion gets to work driving the railway spike into the spines of both men before all three drop their weapons, choosing to beat the hell out of both men with their bare hands. The other side of the ring is a similar story as MDK drives the slugger into the guts of Benevolence and Hondo, before Kovalenko mauls them with his brutal strikes. All of the One Ring Circus throw punches and kicks into the wrestlers at ringside, beating them all until they aren’t moving before MDK shouts out something. Exile, Rampage and Legion throw Phenom and Angel into the ring as Kovalenko hauls Hondo in and MDK drags in Benevolence. SC: Can we get some answers backstage? Why isn’t anyone coming out to stop this? SJ: You saw what they did before the main event! Backstage is trashed! The ORC stare down at the four guys out cold on the mat, smirking before Legion crawls across the debris of one half of the ring and reaches into the ambulance’s door, pulling out a spray can. He hands it to MDK who sprays “One Ring Circus” on the mat with a smirk on his face. He nods to Rampage who drags Jack Hondo up, throwing in some more punches. He then hauls Hondo up, delivering the Heavenly Descent before he leaves Hondo in a heap over the ORC logo. Kovalenko stares down at Phenom, dragging him up before he hauls him up onto his shoulders, driving him head-first into the mat with the Total Viktory to a boo from the crowd before Phenom is positioned so he’s lying next to Hondo. Exile then drags Fallen Angel up, throwing in some punches -- but all of a sudden there’s a cheer as Jack Benevolence runs at Exile, tackling him down! Benevolence begins to try and fight the ORC off and get out of there, but out of nowhere comes Legion to take Benevolence down with a back body drop, sending him into the windshield of the ambulance that shatters with Benevolence slumped in it! The arena is in shock as Legion drags Benevolence out, throwing him at Exile who nails him with the Outcast, pushing him next to Phenom. SC: This… this is horrific. Pre-planned, methodical, meticulous; I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything so destructive so quickly. SJ: Those four ain’t moving Scoop. Those four ain’t moving at all… The crowd is booing like hell as MDK points at Fallen Angel, a sick smile on his face. Kovalenko drags the Standard up, placing him into MDK’s clutches as the leader of the One Ring Circus looks around -- before driving Angel down with the Hellshot! He stares at the four wrestlers laid out across the ORC logo sprayed on the mat before he pushes Angel into place, and Legion takes the spray can, spraying “The” on Hondo, “One” on Phenom, “Ring” on Benevolence and “Circus” on Angel. The five members of the ORC stand over their fallen foe, before they pick up their weaponry from earlier, bailing out of the ring. Exile heads to the timekeeper’s area, swinging his lead pipe at the walls, smashing at them before Kovalenko arrives, ripping the wall down. Exile and Kovalenko bare down on the timekeeper and crew members trying to reason with them, before they go wild with strikes all over them! Rampage joins in on the attack, beating down on every member of the crew that had sought refuge there with brutal strikes. SC: This is… this… Snoop we need to get outta here… SJ: For once I agree with you! Legion turns his attentions to a camera man, driving the railway spike against his gut before he picks up the camera from his shoulder. He walks around, broadcasting the faces of the angry and somewhat scared fans before he runs at that crew as Exile throws a few forward, allowing Legion to slam the camera into their heads! Throughout the chaos Hall attempts to escape, but finds himself right in MDK’s clutches! MDK drags him up onto one shoulder, before he runs, driving Hall through Snoop and Scoop’s announce table with a powerslam! The arena explodes with boos as Rampage, Kovalenko and Exile pile the bodies of the attacked ring crew in the debris as Snoop and Scoop desperately try and escape. They run to the side but are quickly stopped by MDK who blocks their path as Legion drops the camera and grabs Snoop, throwing a punch at him! He staggers back, and Scoop squares up to Legion, eating another punch. Legion immediately drags Snoop to his feet before he drives a shoulder into his gut, running him at the steel stairs and crashing him into and over them! Snoop lays out cold as the crowd boo Legion who stares down at the commentator. Scoop is up on his feet, shouting at the One Ring Circus members next to him, but as he turns he eats a huge big boot from Rampage! He drops to the floor as Rampage hauls the commentator up, driving him with the Heavenly Descent, before dumping him at ringside. The entirety of the One Ring Circus raise their arms before Kovalenko and Rampage pick up the two baseball bats and Legion takes the railway spike, and they get to work destroying everything around them. They swing the weaponry at the ring, buckling the ring posts and ripping at the apron as MDK takes the spraypaint and Exile hoists a camera on his shoulder. Both walk around the ringside area, covering every TFWF logo in sight with an ORC logo instead, including the apron, ringside barriers, t-shirts of downed crew members, and even fan signs and t-shirts. Kovalenko, Rampage and Legion continue destroying the ringside area, ripping the barriers apart, taking apart the ring with the four main event wrestlers laying in the middle and beating down on any remaining crew members. Throughout it all security guards push their way through the crowd, forming a line along the front row between the fans and the ORC, before they begin to usher the fans backwards, beginning to evacuate the arena. The crowd boo the ORC as they continue to destroy everything at ringside, and slowly the fans are moved further and further back. The Circus get to work pulling the ringside barrier open before suddenly security comes running from the back! The security actually gets a cheer from the crowd, but quickly Kovalenko, Rampage and Legion set on them, beating the five security members down until they too aren’t moving. MDK sprays“ORC” on each of them, stamping down them once more as the crowd is halfway evacuated from ringside. Finally MDK calls the ORC to stop, and he nods to Legion. Legion then climbs into ambulance as the rest of the ORC march up the ramp, destroying everything else in their wake before they reach the set. Two go to each side, smashing the mini-trons to pieces and spraying “ORC” over them. Back at the ring Legion has the ambulance fired back up again as he revs the engine and puts it in reverse. The rest of the Circus step back and Legion hits the gas, backing out of the ring debris before he reverses up the ramp with speed! The crowd and security even stop to stare at the action as the ambulance tears it back up the ramp, and at the last second Legion leaps from the seat, sending the ambulance crashing back into the set without him! Sparks fly and one side of the set crashes down, the props and side-screens breaking and falling to the stage with loud bangs as the One Ring Circus re-convene on the ramp, watching as more sparks fly around the set and smoke begins to seep out from it. MDK, Rampage, Kovalenko, Exile and Legion watch on as the Dependence Day set is left with the ambulance smashed through it and one side partially collapsed. Suddenly some of the electrics blow, bringing down the entire right side, crashing it over the stage and the abandoned production area below before there’s a deafening creaking. The ORC collectively smirk as the giant TA-Tron swings slightly, and a support snaps! All of a sudden the entire TA-Tron, almost in slow motion, breaks free of the supports holding it up, and it comes crashing down, landing on the ambulance as wires, sparks and electrics fly everywhere. Finally it all stops as the entire middle and right of the set is destroyed. The ORC turn to face the one aerial camera still in operation as the camera flies around ringside, starting with the ring in pieces on one side and the four wrestlers laying out cold with “The One Ring Circus” sprayed on them. It moves around the ringside area, the fans evacuated and the barriers ripped apart, moving to the announce table where Hall, the timekeeper and the ring crew all knocked out in a heap in the rubble. It moves to show Snoop and Scoop unconscious on the ringside mats with the steel stairs broken around them before moving around the side of the ring, showing the torn apron and more damage to the barriers with debris strewn about. Finally the camera settles on the entire ORC, standing side by side on the ramp with their arms raised, and most of the Dependence Day 12 set including the iconic TA-Tron brought down and smashed to pieces behind them, smoke continuing to emanate from the destruction. MDK screams “Independent from the TFWF!” into the camera as he points to the “ORC” on his t-shirt, and the show fades to black…