DATE: 26th February 2011 KING OF THE DEATH MATCH TOURNAMENT: Los Angeles, California - Staples Centre REST OF THE CARD: New York, New York - Madison Square Garden

[FLASHBACK: THE PREVIOUS 10 WINNERS OF THE KOTDM TOURNAMENT ARE SHOWN IN SOME SORT OF GREY EFFECT WITH THE YEAR OF THEIR ACHIEVEMENT ETCHED ONTO THE SCREEN. THE GRAPHIC THEN SHOWS THE 8 MEN WHO HAVE QUALIFIED THIS YEAR AND HOW THEY DID IT. ALSO SHOWN IS THE MAIN EVENT OF NEW YORK FEATURING THE VETERAN PHENOM, THE PEOPLE’S CHOICE JOEL BRYANT AND THE DASTARDLY MDK...2 CITIES...2 CARDS...ONLY ONE...NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION 11.] (PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE ARENA IN NEW YORK’S MADISON SQUARE GARDEN AS THE SCREEN BECOMES A SPLIT VIEW WITH SIMILAR ACTIONS HAPPENING IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. FINALLY THE NEW YORK CAMERA SHOT SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP.) SC: Welcome everyone to Night of the Revolution 11...the only time in the T.F.W.F. calendar year that the federation is split in two over two amazing cities, for two full fledged cards of action, with me as always the one and only Snoop Jones...Snoop...a sense of excitement in the air tonight? SJ: It’s like a Justin Bieber concert...with the musky smell of youthful loins... SC: ... SJ: What? SC: Well, as always we are split between the tournament itself and what we have here for you in New York City, but it would be rude for us not to fly over to LA now and hook up there with our broadcast team of Mahoney McMillian and the first ever King of the Deathtmatches winner...Tremere. Gentlemen... (CUT TO LA) MM: Thank you Scoop and while we might not have the musky smell of youthful loins here in LA, there is certainly the smell of something in the air Tremere and that could well be opportunity. T: Yes, for one of these eight men the chance to be the King of the Deathmatches is something to really get hold of tonight. MM: In 2001, yourself and Killboy coined the name of this PPV as you looked to start a revolution against the hierarchy of the T.F.W.F. that wouldn’t embrace these type of matches. Now at NOR 11, this tournament is seen as the stepping stone to getting yourself a World title shot. How times have changed... T: It’s now the tournament which can really kick start someone’s career...we have seen what effects it has had on guys like Fallen Angel, Sebastian Cross and even the defending King himself...Viktor Kovalenko. MM: Scoop, I was wondering about your take on how NOR has progressed over the years... (CUT TO NY) SC: Well Mac, here I think we are seeing the 2011 version of a revolution...they call themselves the One Ring Circus and all five of them are here in NY tonight and no doubt are plotting and scheming their way to the top. SJ: That is totally uncalled for...and you know it! SC: We shall see as the night develops...but for now back to you Mac and Tremere for the opening of the King of the Deathmatches tournament... KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - QUARTERFINAL MATCH - 10,000 Thumb Tacks Viktor Kovalenko vs Drake Mosa (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarter final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a 10,000 Thumb Tacks Match... *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Johnny Frost...from Cherry Falls Mental Institution...weighing 230 pounds...Drake Mosa!!! MM: For Mosa this could well be a career maker right here tonight... T: Imagine if this intense rookie could knock off the reigning King...now that would be a story. P: And his opponent... *'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA GOES DARK AS THE T.A.T. SHOWS A BLACK-AND-WHITE MMA TRAINING MONTAGE. THE LIGHTS AROUND THE TRON FLARE TO THE BEAT OF THE WAR DRUMS AS WE SEE A STONE-FACED VIKTOR KOVALENKO MARCH OUT WITH THE UKRAINIAN FLAG DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs...he is the 2010 King of the Deathmatches...'The War Hound' Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: Kovlalenko used last year's win to propell himself to great heights here in the T.F.W.F., what is your take on him tonight repeating Tremere? T: Only Tiger Young has ever won this tournament more than once, for Kovalenko to bat 2 for 2 that would be some amazing spectacle, but if anyone can do it, it is the War Hound... Match begins...Kovalenko looks to get into a lock up, but Mosa wastes no time rushing over to the bag and trying to get hold of it. Kovalenko like a cat seizes on Mosa and hits him with a German release suplex sending him over the otherside of the ring. Viktor then bulrushes Mosa and mounts him, hammering rights and lefts into his face and upper body. Kovalenko pulls Mosa to his feet and looks to put him away with the famous ‘Burning Hammer’, but Mosa wriggles out the back and executes a version of the backcracker. Mosa then begins to crawl over to the thumb tacks as the crowd get behind him, despite his less than favourable attitude in recent weeks, before he can get there Kovalenko reaches out a meaty paw and yanks him back. Kovalenko then mounts Mosa on the backside and looks to stretch him with a modified camel clutch. Mosa’s face shows that of a man in complete agony and Kovalenko is not letting go anytime soon as he looks to wear down the rookie wrestler. MM: The success of Viktor Kovalenko last year was down to this ability to take it away from deathmatch wrestling Tremere and impart his MMA style into this tournament. T: And he has gone right back to the honey pot this year Mahoney and Drake Mosa is not prepared for it as we can see the reigning King is pounding away on him. MM: But these matches suit the personality of Mosa more I would say... T: Without a doubt, but every year a different King has taken a different approach to winning this one...you think about what types of styles employed over the years...and nothing is for certain. Middle of the match sees...Kovalenko has given Mosa a right pounding early on and taken the new guy to school. So far the actual thumbtacks have yet to come into effect. Kovalenko looks to send Mosa into the corner, but Drake reverses the move and sends Kovalenko into the corner himself. He follows up with a running clotheline which stuns Viktor, before he sends Kovalenko over the top ropes to the floor below. Drake drops to his knees and then his eyes light up, he begins to crawl over to the opposite corner and picks up the bag of thumb tacks. Like a farmer throwing seeds into the mud, he litters the canvass with the thumbtacks until the bag is completely empty. He looks incredibly pleased with himself as he gets out of the ring and grabs Viktor. He sends him shoulder first into the ringpost before slamming Viktor’s head into the ringpost causing a small cut above his eye and our first blood of the evening. Mosa rolls Kovalenko into the ring and the big man is immediately got some tacks to show for it. Mosa pulls Kovalenko to his feet and looks to hit a powerbomb, but Viktor throws Mosa over his own back after blocking the move and Drake goes crashing onto the thumbtacks as the crowd cheer like mad! Kovalenko then walks around and Mosa gets to his knees...Kovalenko charges and WHAM nails Drake with a spear! Both men hit the canvass and the thumbtacks incredibly hard. MM: Oh that has got to hurt! T: Really? Got any other insightful comments you can share with us. MM: Suddenly I remember why we only do this once a year... T: Now that is better! FINISH...Both men are slow to get up taking a lot of the contest of the tacks with them. Kovalenko is on his knees and so is Mosa. Kovalenko whacks Mosa with a straight right hand to the face, busting his nose wide open. Getting to his feet, Viktor pulls Mosa up and signals for the ‘Burning Hammer’, but Mosa blocks the move ‘Danger to Society’ which of course is the Drake version of the same move. The crowd actually cheer this as Drake flops onto Kovalenko for the cover...he gets one...two...Kovalenko somehow gets a shoulder up. Drake pulls him back to his feet and uses his boots to shimmy a massive load of tacks together in a big bunch. He then reaches down and to the disgust of the fans picks up another bunch and slams them into the face of Viktor!!! Viktor stumbles back holding his face. Mosa positions himself for a second ‘Danger to Society’ as Viktor stumbles into it, but he pulls away from Mosa and kicks him in the gut. Mosa falls to his knees. Still holding his face, Viktor hits him with a knee to the temple. He drops to the mat and slaps on the ‘Anaconda Vice’ with nowhere to go and rolling around on the tacks, Mosa taps the mat signalling the end of the match. Winner, and advancing: Viktor Kovalenko MM: What a match and what a showing by Drake Mosa here. T: He could have advanced maybe with a different draw, but Viktor Kovalenko proving with substance why he is the reigning King of the Deathmatches. MM: Kovalenko advances here in our first tournament match of the night... (CUT TO NY) (KATIE IS CURRENTLY STANDING OUTSIDE EARL’S OFFICE, SHE RELUCTANTLY KNOCKS ON THE DOOR AND WALKS IN.) K: Mr. Earl...I need to speak to you... (SHE DOESN’T FIND EARL THERE, BUT LEGION SAT AT THE TABLE WITH MYSTI AND WOMEN DRESSED IN THE SISTER’S IN NEED OUTFITS.) K: I must have the wrong office... L: Have you? K: I was looking for Mr. Earl... L: Are you sure that is what you are looking for? K: Well...what else would I be looking for in here? M: To find some purpose... K: Actually, I was going to be handing in my resignation as... L: Why? K: What? L: Why do you feel the need to resign your position, from what we understand...you have been doing such a great job. Wasn’t it you that brought in sponsorships like that drinks company. K: Mountain Dew... L: Yes, sorry, I am not how do you put it...in touch with modern fads and trends. K: Whether you think it was good or not doesn’t change the fact it has caused a wedge between Chester and me. Chester thinks I am trying to make him a laughing stock... L: That is most distressing... K: I am honestly not trying to make him a laughing stock. I am just trying to do my job... L: You don’t need to explain yourself to us child. The Sisters In Need and I understand what you were trying to do and we are not here to judge you. We are here to help you. M: Help you... SIN: Help you... K: Ok...well maybe I should be moving along since... L: Why rush...Mysti...why don’t you and the Sisters go and take Katie somewhere and have some girl time. She needs to understand that maybe Chester feels threatened as her rise to prominence as a woman...and that doesn’t have to be the case. M: As you wish Legion...come with us Katie... (BEFORE KATIE CAN ARGUE ANY FURTHER, MYSTI AND S.I.N. ESCORT HER OUT OF THE OFFICE. LEGION SITS THERE AND SMILES WICKEDLY. HE PAUSES FOR JUST A MOMENT BEFORE PICKING UP THE PHONE AND DIALING A NUMBER.) L: It is done... (HE REPLACES THE PHONE BACK DOWN AND LOOKS MOST PLEASED WITH HIMSELF.) (CUT TO LA) (RINGSIDE.) KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - QUARTERFINAL MATCH - Flaming Casket Match Dragon Demonico vs Michael Thunder (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarter final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Flaming Casket Match... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! MM: This tournament has never really had before a cinderella story Tremere, but here could be the cinderella story of our tournament. T: Hell, if we can get some footage of SIN and Katie having some girl time...and watch this...I am a happy man. MM: Ha! P: And his opponent... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (CROWD POP. 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...Michael Thunder!!! MM: The veteran Thunder, no stranger in recent times to matches involving fire... T: I bet you he wished he could have buried Lupino at Ice Storm 2010, that is for sure, but tonight he has to close the casket lid on Dragon to advance... Match begins...Demonico and Thunder stare across from one another as the crowd get really into it. Thunder steps forward and extends a hand to Demonico who shakes it firmly and we are underway with the crowd fully appreciating what they are about to see. The circle one another and lock up. Thunder takes control with a side headlock and immediately attempts to pull Demonico down to the mat, but the high flyer wriggles out and then hits a drop kick sending Thunder crashing forward to the mat. Demonico like a whippet runs over to the corner and bounces off the second turnbuckle with grace. Turning his body in mid air he executes a high cross body of sorts on Thunder who is just getting up. They roll through and both men leap to their feet, Demonico charges again, but the veteran throws him down with a hip toss and then a wrist lock is synched in. Thunder works the arm a bit...stretching...pulling and twisting it. Demonico somehow wriggles into a position to wrap his legs around Thunder’s back and pull him down into a variation of sunset flip with less sunset! Thunder and Demonico get back to their feet again and veteran in a flash flicks Demonico back down to the mat with a hip toss and goes back to work on the wrist. MM: Demonico might have all the flash moves, but this is typical Thunder...methodically working a body part and looking to wear Dragon down in this instance. T: It is what you have to do in these type of matches, though the choice of body part is bizarre, to me you wanna take someone like Dragon’s wheels away. That is how you get the upperhand. MM: Interesting point. T: Of course it’s interesting, I said it! Get the cloth out from your ears Mahoney...this is what they call real colour commentary! Middle of the match sees...Thunder for sometime has done an excellent job of working the arm of Demonico with a series of moves to wear it down, but as Tremere predicted, this doesn’t slow down the speedster, obviously, and Demonico blasts off the ropes to follow up with a front face drop kick when a Thunder irish whip goes wrong. Demonico holds his arm in pain as he drops down in search of the lighter fluid, but before he can get it, Thunder is back up and the veteran shows the lengths of how he will take this match by flinging himself over the top ropes onto Demonico below on the outside. The crowd sound their appreciation with chants of ‘Thunder, Thunder’ as the two men lay motionless. Eventually, Thunder gets up and goes to pick up the lighter fluid, but Demonico hits him with a leg sweep and it goes spilling out of his hands. Dragon then sends Thunder hard into the guard rail before leaping onto the canvass edge and hitting a leaping kick to the face of Thunder which has the crowd ‘awwing’ in appreciation. Dragon sets Thunder up once more and goes to repeat the move, but Thunder moves out the way and Dragon goes splits ville city on the guard rail with every man watching the PPV imagining the pain. Dragon slides off and falls into the crowd. Seizing an opportunity, Thunder grabs the lighter fluid and douses the casket in it. He then goes into the crowd on the hunt for Demonico. The two share rights and lefts back and forth through the crowd and up a set of stairs as the crowd are really into it. Demonico then eventually blocks a right hand by Thunder and then tackles him down the stairs as the two fall down the bottom in a heap and ‘TFWF’ chants echo through the arena. Finally, on his feet...Thunder more or less throws himself over the guard rail. Sporting welts and cuts from the fall down the stairs, he grabs the box of matches and strikes a match. MM: Looks like we are going to get some fire here as Thunder is setting this one up Tremere. T: Let the mother fuckers burn!!! MM: ... T: Someone has to bring some life to these proceedings! FINISH...Thunder has dropped the match on the casket setting the casket ablaze, it is now literally who can put the other in the casket and close the lid as the game has changed. Demonico and Thunder are now battling on the outside of the ring, trading rights and lefts. Thunder whips Demonico hard into the casket and Dragon goes flying over the top as the casket rattles back and forth on it’s foundations. Dragon has to put a small fire out on his arm as Thunder strikes again with rights and lefts on the fallen young star. Thunder goes to whip him in again to the flames, but Dragon puts the breaks on and jumps onto the canvass. He then leaps onto Thunder with a cross body of sorts sending them both down hard to the floor below. Dragon picks up Thunder and opens the casket and throws him in, he goes to close the lid, but Thunder sticks a boot into the hinges blocking the move. Dragon then tries to punch Thunder in the kisser, but the veteran blocks the move and pulls Dragon into some of the flames thus disorientating Dragon. Thunder gets out of the casket and hits Dragon with a short running clothesline. He pulls Dragon to his feet and nails the ‘Fire In The Eyes’ onto the cold hard floor. He picks up the young superstar and places him in the casket shutting the lid as the bell rings. Winner, and advancing: Michael Thunder Thunder immediately opens the lid as soon as its been shut and the bell rings, pulling Dragon out. Dragon after coming around to his senses extends a hand which Thunder shakes as the crowd appreciates the sportsmanship between the two. MM: The veteran Michael Thunder has advanced here to the next round of the tournament over Dragon Demonico. T:  And awaiting him...either McDonald or Benevolence. MM: It does not get any easier... (CUT TO NY) (BACKSTAGE, KURT DAWSON IS WITH..BLADE!!! THE CROWD ROAR IN APPROVAL ON SEEING THE APW WRESTLER.) KD: Folks, no surprises here, there is only one reason why this man would be backstage at a T.F.W.F. event...ladies and gentlemen, signed and delivered today the T.F.W.F. have signed Pete ‘Blade’ Edwards to a contract. Blade how does it feel to be here? B: It’s been a blur getting here Kurt, but I would just like to say... (AS HE BEGINS TO SPEAK, MASKED MARVEL WALKS INTO VIEW.) MM: Settle down...before we get excited about Sharpy debuting here...let me remind you all that tonight is the debut of the man simply known as Osman Sankoh...my NEW tag team partner...after the terrible demise of Zucchini... KD: Zukito? MM: Bless you...try and cover your mouth when you sneeze...so as I was saying, let us not waste time on this blunt boy and focus on the next T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions... (BLADE DOESN’T TAKE TOO KINDLY TO MARVEL’S WORDS AS GOES NOSE TO NOSE WITH HIM.) B: The one thing I learned in this business to do was respect... (AS BLADE SPEAKS, THE MASSIVE FRAME OF SANKOH WALKS INTO VIEW. HE IS BREATHING HEAVILY AND YOU CAN HEAR THE AUDIENCE GASPING AT HIS PURE SIZE.) KD: Gentlemen let’s not get into this here... MM: Shut up Kurt...this idiot thinks he can get in my face...well this is what happens! B: Do I look scared... MM: Well you should be!!!! He hasn’t eaten yet! B: Well, let me save it for the ring then huh...I am set to make my debut next week on Mayhem...I’ll save you two boys for that night. Let’s hope you can win your match tonight, cause its all down hill from there... (BLADE SHAKES HANDS WITH KURT AND THEN BACKS OFF, EYES NEVER LEAVING THE MONSTER Sankoh’S...) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Wow Blade has signed with the T.F.W.F.!!! SJ: You're excited about that? Did you see the size of Marvel's new partner...I smell a Tag Team title change! SC: Speaking of titles our first one is on the line now...it's Ash Wilson defending the North American title in this intense rivalry with Jose Ramon... DWIWF North American Championship Ash Wilson vs Jose Ramon (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American 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 AS BEST HE CAN WITH HIS KNEE IN BRACES, 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: Given the injuries suffered by Jose at the hands of Ash, what style must he imploy tonight to beat this focused member of the One Ring Circus? SJ: He can't beat her...she is going to snap off what is left of his leg... JH: And his opponent... *'FAINT' - LINKIN PARKPLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. 'FUTURE OF WOMEN COMPETITORS' FLIES ACROSS THE TRON. A GRAFFITI BASED SET OF IMAGES COME ON IN CONJUNCTION WITH ASH'S FINISHING MOVES. SHE WALKS TO THE RING AFTER THROWING ONE ARM IN THE AIR TO CELEBRATE HER ARRIVAL.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York, New York...weighing 163 pounds...she is the DWIWF North American Champion...Ash Wilson!!! SC: Game plan in this 3rd match between these two simple for Ash Wilson...work the knee. SJ: Writing is on the wall Scoop...and it says Ash Wilson STILL Champion... Match begins...As the referee signals the start of the contest the two competitors circle the ring. Ramon already favouring his injured knee, Ash ducks in straight away and tries to get hold of Jose’s leg but Ramon spins out. He allows Ash to get back to her feet and they lock up. Jose starts to gain the advantage but as if by magic his knee buckles and he drops to one knee. Ash takes his neck and gets Ramon in a side headlock. She squeezes and Jose is struggling back to his feet. As Jose starts to get back to a standing position Ash turns and pulls Jose over with a takedown. Utilising her advantage she continues wrestle Ramon who just cannot get to a standing position, she continues to use holds and spins showing off some real credentials as an Amateur Wrestler. Jose keeps trying to reverse but as soon as he puts weight onto his injured leg he buckles again. After a few minutes of dominating the ground game Ash actually hoists Jose up, leads him into the corner, gives him a chop before following up with a running knee to the side of the head. Jose stumbles forward and drops to one knee again. As if on cue Ash runs the ropes and nails Ramon with a flying clothesline before nipping up and taunting the crowd who shower her with hate. SC: It’s clear to see Snoop Jose Ramon shouldn’t be competing here tonight, Ash Wilson dominant here, and Jose unable to stand properly let alone launch any offence. SJ: You’re right. Jose Ramon shouldn’t be competing here. Who the hell decided he was worthy of a title shot? SC: Jose Ramon is one of the best competitors the TFWF has to offer!!! SJ: He’s a peg legged nobody with a stupid name. All he’s done is complain about having a poorly knee... Jose Ramon?? Jose Ramoan more like. SC: ... Middle of the match sees...Ash continues to taunt the crowd and Ramon, she doesn’t see Jose his back up on his knees, he struggles over to where she is talking to the crowd and the surprise is apparent as he rolls her up by surprise and the ref counts 1...2... No she kicks out with a very worried look on her face. The crowd pop big for Jose and Ash rolls out of the ring to regain her composure. Jose struggles to his feet using the ropes to help him. Once up he urges her back into the ring, the crowd start to berate the champion, calling her all sorts of names as she refuses. Eventually as the referee counts to 8 she jumps up on the apron and enters the ring, Ramon hobbles over and they just open up with punches. It’s like a Pier 6 brawl with the crowd on their feet, Jose’s size advantage starts to pay dividends as Ash backs into the corner, he continues to beat down on her until he can muster all his strength to hoist her onto the top rope. Clearly in Dream Street Ash doesn’t defend herself and Jose is able to take a few steps back and take a run up before himself jumping up on the second rope and nailing a beautiful overhead belly to belly suplex. Ash lands hard on the canvass but so does Ramon, once again clutching his knee. But it appears that he may have just opened up an opportunity for himself in the match. SC: Jose Ramon is back in this!!! But at what cost? SJ: About $45 on Pay Per View.... Who’d pay to watch this cry baby? SC: The capacity crowd here would Snoop... SJ: Did you know the population of Los Angeles are mostly stupid? SC: Did you know hot dogs are on 3 for 2 here tonight? SJ: Ooh really?? Back in a minute... SC: Fat bastard... FINISH...Back in the ring and Ramon and Wilson are both out on the mat as the referee begins to count them down. Slowly they both stir reaching a seven count as Wilson's up and she runs, dropkicking Ramon's knee and sending him back down again. She laughs to herself as she limps around the ring, mocking Ramon who watches her, seething and pysching himself up. Wilson crouches down in front of him, shouting at him as Ramon reaches out clubbing Wilson right in the face!!! The ORC member staggers back into the corner and as she stumbles out Ramon rolls her into a small package -- one... two... thre-- kickout! Ramon looks devastated that the element of surprise is lost as Wilson gets to her feet, shaking her head as if to say it's gone too far now. Ramon slowly staggers to his feet, holding the injured knee in agony as Wilson signals a '5' to the crowd. Wilson then runs at Ramon, looking for a superkick to use his own finisher on him -- TAKE FI--NO!!! Ramon catches the leg and flips Wilson off before he pushes her to the mat, keeping the leg held! The crowd cheer loudly as Ramon places one leg between Wilson's and he twists her, right into the Disjunction, Wilson's own sharpshooter! Ramon bends down as far as he can, wrenching on Wilson so much and fighting through the pain of his own leg that Wilson has no choice -- AND SHE TAPS OUT!!! Winner, via submission and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Jose Ramon Ramon hobbles onto one leg and holds the belt in the air as he becomes 2 time North American Champion. His celebrations are not cut short and he basks in the moment. [HYPE VIDEO:WE FADE TO BLACK WHERE WE SEE THE LOGO FOR THIS YEAR'S "KING OF THE DEATHMATCH" TOURNAMENT. SUDDENLY, THE WORDS BEGIN TO FADE OUT IN GOLD THEN BLACK EXCEPT FOR "KING," WHICH EXPANDS TO TAKE UP THE ENTIRETY OF THE SCREEN. "BLACK AND YELLOW" BY WIZ KHALIFA SOON BEGINS TO BLARE AS "KING" IS THEN COVERED IN SHINY DIAMONDS, ACCOMPANIED BY A LAUGH IN THE BACKGROUND. AS THE CHORUS TO THE SONG CONCLUDES, "KING" FADES OUT BUT THE DIAMONDS REMAIN IN THE WORDS "COMING SOON.".] (CUT TO LA) MM: What do you make of this King thing? T: We ain't got time to worry bout that, cause the only King we are worried about here is who is walking out the King of the Deathmatches Mac! KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - QUARTERFINAL MATCH - Piranha Fishtank Match Allen 'Portal' Bartsch vs Jack Hondo (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarter final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Piranha Fishtank Match... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A SERIES OF BARTSCH PERFORMING SOME PAINFUL LOOKING MOVES MIXED WITH A SILOHETTE OF AMANDA DANCING. ALLEN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 245 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! MM: Recent weeks on T.F.W.F. TV has seen these two going head to head a bit...but let it be said what a chance for Allen Bartsch the veteran here tonight. T: Don't forget his hardcore title credentials Mac...he may be older, but he can run with the bulls! P: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! MM: No doubt a fan's favourite in this one Trem... T: Crowd cheers will only carry you to the ring, it won't stop you from drowning in that tank though! Match begins...Hondo and APB wasting no time locking it up with one another, though with both of these men equally their fight for the upper hand turns into a stalemate, before finally APB decides he's had enough and breaks the hold only to drive his fist into Hondo's face! Hondo takes a step back but only for a moment to shake away the stars he's seeing before he returns in kind! APB staggers back a step but it seems as if he is not phased either as he rushes towards Hondo and takes him down quickly to the canvas. Driving lefts and rights into Hondo's face, before he finally lets up on the man. Taking full advantage of his aggressive opening, he pulls Hondo up onto his feet, and whips him into the ropes right by the tank. Hondo stops himself right in the nick of time from going over the ropes, wrapping his arms around them instead to stop his momentum. APB follows closely behind with a powerful clothesline trying to disengage him! Hondo ducks at the last moment, pulling the ropes down as he does and APB goes out of the ring, barely missing the tank! Hondo takes a few seconds to catch his breath as his opponent remains on the ground, unmoving. Recovering, Hondo climbs out of the ring, and pulls APB up onto his feet and slams his face into the water of the tank! APB attempts to fight the hold on the back of his head as he struggles to get free! MM: And a brilliant opening display by both Bartsch and Hondo. Bartsch may have a longer record in the Hardcore Division, but Hondo is showing him that he's not just going to lie down and take it. T: But don't count out the vet just yet, Mac. Hondo may understand hardcore rules, and this might not be his first Night of the Revolution, but he has to think outside of the box if he wants to get one over on the Portal. MM: Or in this case, the tank? T: Did you just...... Oh for the love of... And APB recovers! The middle of the match sees... APB having fought back from being nearly drowned to death and now in control as he breaks open Hondo's face on the opening of the tank, no doubt inciting the piranha within as well as the crowd who boos heavily. Ignoring the ravenous crowd, APB throws Hondo into the steel chairs, following quickly behind, APB delivers a knee to the face of his opponent, sending Hondo flat onto his back and dazed! Hondo now in no man's land, is unable to fight off APB as he is pulled up onto his feet and sent right into the tank, causing the tank to shake with the sudden impact while Hondo's arms dangle over the mouth of the tank! APB attempts to heft his opponent up into the tank, but at the last possible moment, Hondo fights back, sending a big boot into the sternum of APB and sending them both into a pile onto the ground! Hondo gets onto his feet only a split second before APB, but that's all the time needed to get back into the ring and away from the tank. APB, following closely behind, grapples with Hondo, attempting to get him set up for a pile driver, but Hondo manages to reverse it, sending APB into the ropes before connecting for a belly to belly suplex, taking his opponent down to the canvas hard! APB out on his back, Hondo steps up to deliver a drop elbow to APB's midsection, causing his opponent to curl up trying to protect his already abused body. Hondo, attempting to keep up the momentum, pulls APB up onto his feet, and goes to throw him into the ropes, but APB reverses, sending Hondo into the ropes and delivers a monstrous clothesline, sending Hondo onto the outside of the ring and right beside the piranha tank! Pulling himself up, Hondo doesn't realize that APB is right behind him. APB grabs hold of Hondo in a bear hug and attempts to lift him once more into the tank, Hondo is able to slip out of the grasp at the very last moment, his side wet, along with a few nice welts from piranha bites, Hondo side Russian leg sweeps APB onto the thin mat outside of the ring! MM: These two men are giving it all they can, both now having felt how painful only a few bites of the piranha can be. And no doubt neither one wanting to feel the full effect! T: That's part of the name of the game though Mac. Coming into this match, they both had to realize exactly what was going to happen. There isn't any glory without any sort of pain here tonight! MM: That is indeed the name of the game Trem, and I for one have to give a hand to both of these men in that ring. Their tenacity alone should be applauded. T: Tenacity is just a ten cent word, Mac for stubborn and driven, and if you don't mind me saying, slightly crazy, which you kind of have to be in that mindset for this. FINISH...The two men continue this battle as neither seems able to gain the advantage. Bartsch looks for the aid of a chair and it becomes his undoing as he goes to slam Hondo’s head with it and Hondo ducks. APB hits the ring post and the vibrations, make him disorientated. Hondo grabs the advantage with a front face bulldog onto the chair breaking APB’s wide open. Hondo then pulls Bartsch to his feet. He looks around to the cheering crowd and WHAM ‘Pump HONDOSlam’ onto the remains of the chair. Hondo pulls Bartsch to his feet and drops him into the tank booking his place in the next round. Winner, and advancing: Jack Hondo MM: Hondo in the end too much for the veteran APB in this one. T: Well this crowd is happy, it has one of it’s guys into the next round... MM: Hondo of course folks will face Viktor Kovalenko who despatched of Drake Mosa earlier on... (CUT TO NY) (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (THE CROWD CHEER LOUDLY AS THE SCENE OPENS TO 'THE S-FACTOR' SCORPIO STOOD NEXT TO 'THE ASSISTANT' KURT DAWSON. DRESSED IN HIS USUAL ARRAY OF TIGHT FABRICS AND VIBRANT COLOURS, SCORPIO SMILES INTO THE CAMERA AS DAWSON RAISES HIS MICROPHONE.) KD: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the man joining me at this time... challenging for the Light-Heavyweight Championship later tonight... 'The S-Factor' Scorpio! S: Not just 'challenging' for the Light-Heavyweight Championship Kurt, but 'taking' the Light-Heavyweight Championship. Thanks for the welcome all the same though. (SCORPIO LOWERS HIS SUNGLASSES, WINKING OVER THE TOP OF THEM AS THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CHEER THE IDEA OF SCORPIO BEING THE NEW LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. KURT SMILES AS HE NODS HIS HEAD, CONTINUING THE INTERVIEW.) KD: Well you've held that title before, but tonight you go up against a 4-time Light-Heavyweight Champion and a man that's calling himself the most dominant champion in the division's history, Shane Anderson. N-- (DAWSON PAUSES AS THE CROWD'S BOOING FOR SHANE ANDERSON ALMOST DROWNS HIM OUT, AND THE S-FACTOR SMILES WIDELY AT THE RECEPTION. SLOWLY THE HEAT DIES DOWN AS THE ASSISTANT CONTINUES.) KD: Wow... as I was trying to say... do you feel that tonight you definitely can take the title from Anderson? S: Kurt, honey, when you're THIS fabulous you can take pretty much any title from any champion, factor in the personal hatred between Shane and I, and oh my god IS IT ON?! YES IT IS! Kurt, I'm going out there not just to, quite frankly, RESCUE that title from that damn monotonous, dull, psychopathic moron but to teach him a thing or two. You've all seen the shit he's pulled, flooding Aaron's ears with poison about how I didn't care about Desert Sex anymore... if you look up 'jealous little gobshite' in the dictionary -- and there IS an entry, nerds -- you'll see Anderson's oily face staring back at you... so yeah, I definitely can take the title from Shane-O, because I'm GOING to. Desert Sex was my world, and he helped take that away from me... he's paying for that. KD: You spoke of the Desert Sex split and he's blamed you for that, with you blaming him. Do you think Aaron would have done what he did had Anderson not been involved? (SCORPIO PONDERS THE QUESTION FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE NODDING HIS HEAD.) S: Well you see Kurt, my mother told me when I was young that we're ALL born superstars... it just seems some people are determined to be bigger superstars than they need to be, and so they target the biggest fuckin' superstar of them all -- moi. Aaron... he's one of those that just wants to be better than he is. He's a hell of a talent, a skilled wrestler, a great singer and was my best mate for two years. But he saw me with the World Heavyweight Championship, he saw me on the front cover of magazines, he saw the attention I was getting... sooner or later he would have snapped. Shane-O just made sure that whole process sped up... quite sad really isn't it, the two of them so wrapped up in jealousy that it's gotten to this stage. KD: And should you beat Shane tonight, do you think that would help matters? S: Truth be told Kurt, yeah. Anderson's due ONE HELL OF AN ASS-KICKING tonight, and I'm gonna give it to him... that eliminates him... then I can sort things out with Aaron. (THE S-FACTOR NODS HIS HEAD, A SMILE ON HIS FACE AS THE FANS CHEER SCORPIO'S PROMISE THAT HE'LL KICK SHANE ANDERSON'S ASS TONIGHT. KURT RAISES HIS MICROPHONE, GOING FOR ONE LAST QUESTION.) KD: So, you think once you take out Anderson, that you can reconcile with Aaron and perhaps re-form the band? (SCORPIO LAUGHS AS HE LOOKS AT KURT ANDERSON AS THE CROWD CHEER A DESERT SEX REUNION. SUDDENLY SCORPIO'S FACE DROPS.) S: Who the hell said ANYTHING about reconciliation? (THE ARENA PRACTICALLY EXPLODES WITH CHEERS AS SCORPIO PATS KURT ON THE SHOULDER.) S: Shane Anderson's an obstacle in my path, but I've not forgotten what Aaron did to me at Ice Storm, and this ain't something that's going to go away any time soon either. Just watch tonight, watch what I do to Shane-O... because it's coming The Cobra's way too. (SCORPIO WALKS OFF DOWN THE CORRIDOR AS THE CROWD CONTINUE TO CHEER. THE CAMERA THEN SWINGS AROUND TO A CORNER JUST PAST THE INTERVIEW SECTION AND THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY AS AARON ROBERTS COMES WALKING IN WITH SHANE ANDERSON, CLEARLY HAVING JUST HEARD THE S-FACTOR'S INTERVIEW. AARON WALKS PAST KURT, SHOVING HIM BACK WHEN HE GOES TO TRY AND INTERVIEW THE COBRA.) AR: Who the hell does he think he is? You were right Shane... that pathetic little pretty-boy has been trying to hold the Cobra down for his own successes all this time, and now... NOW he has the cheek to decide he's going to come after his Sexy Snake-ness? Ha. What-EVER. We'll see who gets who first... (AARON WALKS PAST THE DOWNED KURT DAWSON, PICKING UP A SPARE LEAD PIPE USED TOF THE SCAFFOLDING FOR THE INTERVIEW SECTION. HE PATS THE COLD STEEL IN ONE HAND AND SETS OFF BEHIND THE S-FACTOR, READYING THE PIPE TO SWING IT WHEN ANDERSON REACHES OUT. HE TAKES THE PIPE, THROWING IT TO THE FLOOR AS SCORPIO DISAPPEARS FROM VIEW. AARON TURNS WITH A START AS SHANE STARES AT SCORPIO, SMIRKING.) SA: You can get him later... but first I get him. And he gets his. (THE TWO SMIRK TOGETHER, SHANE ADJUSTING THE LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OVER HIS SHOULDER AS THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.) (CUT TO LA) MM: Intensity on both sides of the United States here folks and none more than what is up next...the final spot in the semi finals is open... KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - QUARTERFINAL MATCH - Fans Bring Your Own Weapons Match 'The Mould' JC McDonald vs Jack Benevolence (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarter final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Fans Bring Your Own Weapons Match... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (DECENT 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Russell White...from Parkland, Washington...weighing 230 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jack Benevolence!!! MM: This is what to me shows off the phrase 'rookie sensation' however you dice it. T: And he is the Hardcore Champion, you remember that coming into this Mac, Benevolence has been wrestling those types of matches in preparation for the tournament... P: And his opponent... *'CALM LIKE A BOMB' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing 268 pounds...'The Mould' JC McDonald!!! MM: Former World Champion Tremere...and a hell of an in ring competitor. T: Only one of the 8 to have held the big prize here in the T.F.W.F. and also let's remember a former finalist in this tournament a few years back. He has the experience that is for sure. Match begins...McDonald stops short of getting into the ring and grabs hold of two proffered weapons that the fans had brought with them tonight, a fluorescent light tube and a cast iron frying pan. Glancing at the frying pan for a moment then to the fan he shakes his head and heads to the ring. Russel White, not to be outdone, finds it nigh impossible to get any weapons for his wrestler, before he finally just snatches a broom and a small mini fire extinguisher from the fans, and tosses them into the ring to Benevolence. Wasting no time, with Benevolence's back turned to pick up the weapons, the Mould swings the frying pan at the current Hardcore champ, who quickly dives out of the way before the cast iron could connect. Unable to get too far away and found in a corner, Benevolence reaches his hand out as if trying to reason with McDonald, who ignores it and goes to connect with the frying pan but finds his face full of white powder as Benevolence manages to get a hold of the extinguisher. Staggering back, Benevolence quickly gets onto his feet, and swings the red canister towards McDonald's head who ducks and blindly drives his shoulder into Benevolence, taking them both down to the mat. Even without being able to see clearly, McDonald is vicious with his rights and lefts. MM: Benevolence thought that he had an ace up his sleeve with that fire extinguisher, but it's going to take more than that to take the Mould out. T: This is his bread and butter Mac. You can't honestly tell me that Benevolence had it all riding on that? We both know better. MM: Be that as it may, the Mould is giving no ground. T: Patience Mac, patience. Something Benevolence knows well, and something McDonald is going to have to learn. The middle of the match sees... McDonald continuing to dominate the current Hardcore Champion, who looks to be losing steam quickly. Having gotten more weapons from the fans, McDonald seems to be methodically breaking down Benevolence, using a baseball bat. The fans cheering McDonald's name, he drops the bat and goes for the cover... One...two.. Benevolence manages to break the pin, getting his shoulder up but barely. McDonald keeps up though, using the bat now to choke his opponent who struggles to get air. Finally, Benevolence manages to send an elbow into McDonald, breaking the tension from the bat and quickly gets away. McDonald follows though, but is met with pain as Benevolence connects to McDonald's head with a piece of metal sheeting that White had tossed to him. Benevolence works furiously with the piece of metal, slamming it onto the Mould repeatedly, and forcing him down to his knees. With a quick as lightening move, Benevolence takes the opportunity to deliver a standing dropkick to the back of McDonald, and goes for the pin. One... Two...Th.. McDonald kicks out! Benevolence drives his fists into McDonald in flurry form to take the steam out of his opponent before going for another cover... One...Tw...McDonald kicks out once more! Not letting his annoyance get the better of him, Benevolence attempts to deliver a stomp to the sternum, but McDonald catches the boot, much to the surprise of White and Benevolence both and shoves the boot and the person attached to it away from him. McDonald gets up onto his feet and makes the first move, charging after Benevolence and whipping him into the ropes. Benevolence bounces off of the ropes and both men deliver a clothesline at the same time, sending both men to the canvas! As the ref looks on for signs of life, the crowd chants McDonald's name. Both men slowly get up onto their feet, but McDonald is the first one to recover as he sends Benevolence into the corner, where a big knee to the sternum comes from the Mould. Watching Benevolence crumple to the canvas, the Mould makes his way out of the ring and catches one of the first items that the fans toss to him, a replica TFWF Undisputed World Heavyweight title, before getting back into the ring. MM: The fans seem to be in great support tonight of the Mould, Trem. Even if some of their choices of weapons are... interesting. T: Interesting?! Who brings a frying pan to a hardcore match?! Though good call on it being cast iron. MM: McDonald is showing exactly that he has what it takes to go onto the next round if he can keep up his assault on Benevolence. T: But I've said it before and I'll say it again, Benevolence has passed through many tests of fire, and this time it isn't any different. FINISH... The finish of the match McDonald taking charge of the match as well as the current Hardcore Champ who was bloodied due to the various weapons that McDonald had used. White, disbelieving what he is seeing, yells at Benevolence to fight back, before mouthing off to the crowd. McDonald paying the manager no mind, belly to belly suplexes Benevolence and goes for the cover.. One...two...th...Benevolence kicks out! Shaking his head, McDonald drops a boot to Benevolence, motions to the crowd before he sets up for the Perfecto. The crowd begins to yell, but it's too late! McDonald doesn't see White coming up behind him, slamming a steel chair down upon the head of the Mould, and the Mould slumps to the canvas! Benevolence now up on his feet, takes the very big advantage, sets the chair on the canvas before delivering a Jack's Hammer to McDonald! He goes for the cover on a very disoriented McDonald.. One... Two...Three!!! Winner and advancing: Jack Benevolence MM: Benevolence stole one! T: This is the King of the Deathmatches tournament not Pussywillows Sewing Social Hour...JC McDonald let his guard down and now he is paying the price because Jack Benevolence is going through. Benevolence is helped to his feet by White who raises his arm, the two celebrate as the crowd rain down boos. [HYPE VIDEO:WE CUT TO ANOTHER VIDEO SEGMENT, THIS TIME IN BLACK-AND-WHITE AND CENTRED ON WHAT LOOKS TO BE A MAN'S FOREARM TATTOO OF A SNAKE. AFTER A FEW SECONDS OF PANNING OVER IT, WE HEAR A FEMALE VOICE-OVER PLAYING OVER THE SOUND OF "SHOW ME HOW TO LIVE" BY AUDIOSLAVE.) VO: They called my man everything under the sun. (WE THEN PAN TO ANOTHER TATTOO ON THE MAN'S CHEST, THIS TIME OF A DEMON, ALONG WITH IMAGES OF A SCORPION, A BIKER CHICK, A CELTIC CROSS AND A WEALTH OF OTHER IMAGES AS SHE CONTINUES ON. THE WOMAN'S VOICE IS SULTRY AND SINISTER AT THE SAME TIME.) VO: An outlaw. A criminal. A menace to society. (IT THEN FADES TO A SHOT OF THE MAN'S SCARRED AND ROCK-HARD KNUCKLES.) VO: They told him he'd burn in hell. (THE CAMERA THEN FADES TO A SHOT OF THE MAN'S BACK, WHERE THERE'S A HUGE IMAGE OF THE GRIM REAPER HOLDING A SCYTHE IN BOTH HANDS.) VO: And you know what happened when he finally went? (THE SCREEN THEN CUTS TO BLACK, AND AFTER A FEW SECONDS, THE SCREEN IS FILLED WITH LIGHT AS WE SEE A GARAGE DOOR OPENING TO REVEAL A MASSIVE BRUTE WALKING TOWARDS A HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE IN SLOW MOTION.) VO: They kicked him the f*ck back out. (WE THEN HEAR THE GIRL LAUGH, AS THE CAMERA PANS UP FROM THE MAN'S BOOTS TO HIS HARDENED, BEARDED FACE. THE BIG MONSTER LIGHTS A CIGAR AND TAKES A PUFF BEFORE GETTING ON HIS BIKE AND RIDING. AS THE PIECE FINALLY FADES TO BLACK, WE SEE THE THE WORD, "BONES" SCRAWLED ON THE SCREEN.] (CUT TO NY) SC: Well that is the second hype video we have seen here tonight...and we have also seen Blade and the man known as Osman Sankoh as well...the T.F.W.F. is expanding before our very eyes. SJ: Just need to get 'Sunday Night Snoop' off the ground and it will be complete. SC: What? SJ: Topical talk show host with various world politicians...the cast of Jersey Shore...myself and a guy dressed as a giant Duck. SC: ... SJ: Silence is GOLDEN! GOLDEN!!!! SC: (ignoring Snoop) Well, what is golden is the reigning European Champion Joey Lupino...his series with Michael Thunder was one for the ages, but now a different focus and a new goal...and a new challenger...as well. T.F.W.F. European Championship Joey Lupino (c) vs Domingo Cruz (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'I PUT ON' - KYLE LEE PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. "2...1...0" COMES ON THE TRON AS CRUZ WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF HIS HIGH FLYING EXPLOITS IS SHOWN AS HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Antonio, Texas...weighing 215 pounds...Domingo Cruz!!! SC: Second member of the ORC battling for gold tonight Snoop. SJ: Battling...this guy doesn't need to battle...he is Domingo Cruz!!!! 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...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Joey Lupino!!! SC: Joey going along way to winning these fans back... SJ: I heard he threatened to burn their homes down if they didn't cheer him... SC: WILL YOU STOP! HE IS A HOMETOWN HERO! Match begins...the two men circle the ring, Cruz not taking his eyes off of the veteran Lupino as he searches hungrily for any weaknesses. The two go the middle of the ring, looking to lock up when Cruz ducks the arms and tries a knee to Lupino's gut, only for Lupino to catch the leg and shove Cruz back! Lupino shouts that he has 'your number, rookie' as Cruz leans on the ropes, shaking his head. Cruz then goes for a clothesline, which Lupino dodges and Cruz turns around, right into a massive slap over the face from Lupino! Lupino smirks, turning and raising his hands to the crowd when Cruz brutally kicks his legs out! Cruz shouts at Lupino to remember the vicious assault from last week before he places a boot on Lupino's head, twisting his foot and casually walking off, mocking Lupino with the same hands-raised action to the crowd. Lupino angrily gets to his feet, running straight for Cruz as he nails the young wrestler with a massive clothesline to the back of the head, taking him down. Lupino immediately gets to work, stomping all over Cruz's back and head before he drags him up, kicking his gut and dropping him with a gutbuster over his knee. Cruz stumbles up to his feet, turning right into a headlock takedown from Lupino who keeps in the grounded headlock, shouting at Cruz that after the assault last Mayhem he's going to teach the ORC member some respect. Lupino lands a massive punch on Cruz's head as he stumbles up and Lupino lands a drop toe hold, grounding the high-flyer with a big elbow drop to the back. Lupino gets back to his feet, nodding his head as he watches Cruz struggle up. Cruz goes to throw a shot at Lupino, who catches the arm and chops at Cruz's chest back, spinning him round into a back suplex earning Lupino a two-count. They both struggle up to their feet as Lupino throws a few nasty shots as Cruz's head, whipping him off the ropes and catching a big back body drop on the rebound for another two. Cruz struggles up, turning into a big suplex from Lupino who rolls through it and lifts Cruz up again for the samoan drop, one... two... kickout! Lupino smacks the mat in annoyance as he hauls Cruz up to his feet, running him at the corner before he follows up with a big body splash to wind the challenger. Lupino lifts Cruz up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle before he cracks another huge shot over Cruz's face and climbs up to the second, looking for a superplex. Cruz manages to fight his way back though, slamming his fist into Lupino's head as he sends the veteran flying to the mat! Cruz stands up on the top, gloating to the crowd as they boo him loudly before he leaps from the top, dropping a big flying senton over Lupino's gut before he covers, getting one and a half. Lupino pushes himself to his feet, turning right into a massive dropkicking from the challenger, sending him back into the turnbuckles hard! Lupino stumbles out as Cruz continues this new vicious streak he's shown, dropping Lupino with a snap suplex before he leaps up for a leg drop over the throat, covering again... one... two... kickout. Cruz gets to his feet, climbing onto the apron where he shouts at the crowd to 'watch this!'. The crowd boo Cruz's cockiness, despite his agility and exciting nature as he springboards off the top rope into a big elbow drop over Lupino's chest, hooking the leg and earning a two. SC: What a competitive match so far, and the ORC's number-two has been showing a highly aggressive streak with these impact moves. SJ: That's a bit rude, Scoop... SC: … what? SJ: Calling Cruz a 'number-two', just because you're a pile-o-crap doesn't mean you've got to suggest he is too! Middle of the match sees...much of the same from Cruz as he continues to use flashy manoeuvres, cockily hyping them up much to the chagrin of the crowd. As Cruz hauls Lupino up from the match following a spinning wheel kick he throws a massive european uppercut at the European Champion, sending him back into the ropes where Cruz runs, taking himself and Lupino over with a big clothesline. Once on the outside Cruz lifts Lupino up, running up the stairs and onto the apron where he leaps off, dropping Lupino with a diving neckbreaker! The referee begins to count as Cruz uses the steel stairs as a springboard to spin into a diving back elbow as Lupino slowly staggers to his feet. Cruz then smirks and locks Lupino into a headlock, pointing at the steel stairs as the crowd boo loudly. He runs with Lupino, looking to bulldog the champion right on the stairs -- but Lupino reverses, pushing Cruz off and clean over the stairs! The crowd go wild with cheers as Lupino runs, going for a clothesline, dropping Cruz back to the floor, followed by another clothesline before he kicks Cruz's gut! He lifts Cruz up onto his shoulders, heading to the steel stairs by Cruz fights his way off, kicking Lupino's gut before climbing onto the apron and dropping with a big fame asser to drive Lupino's face into the mats. Cruz stands over Lupino, mocking him before he lifts him up, only for Lupino to throw a hard shot at his gut and turn, spearing Cruz back into the steel stairs! The count reaches eight and Lupino dives into the ring and out again, looking to end this one with a pinfall before he throws Cruz back into the ring. Cruz slowly staggers up as Lupino gets behind him, going for a back suplex by Cruz backflips out of it and rolls Lupino up -- one... two... th-- Lupino powers out, turning round as he brings Cruz down with a massive armdrag. Cruz hits the mat hard and turns as Lupino picks him up for an exploder suplex -- elbows to the head from Cruz who sweeps out Lupino's legs and standing double-stomps his chest, getting a close two-count. Cruz shakes his head, so sure he'd won this one before he pulls Lupino up and whips him into the ropes, dropping him with a hurricanrana and into the mounted pin -- one... two...thre-- Lupino reverses into a sitout-pin!!! One... two... thre-- CRUZ KICKS OUT! The arena boos Cruz's kickout loudly as both men get to their feet and Cruz runs at Lupino, who nails a snapmare dropping Cruz into a seated position before he boots Cruz' back hard! Lupino runs off the ropes, going to land a kick to Cruz's face, but the ORC member drops back before springing up into  -- REVERSE HURRICANRANA!!! LUPINO LANDS HORRIDLY ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS CRUZ COVERS... ONE... TWO... THRE--HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!?! Cruz gets to his feet, wide-eyed with anger as he stares Lupino down, running for a nasty flying kick in the corner, but Lupino dodges it and Cruz goes flying at the turnbuckles getting his legs caught up in the second one! Lupino stumbles back and looks down at Cruz tied up, before he looks out to the crowd, and back to the exposed challenger. The crowd go mad with cheers as Lupino runs -- DROPKICK TO CRUZ'S UNPROTECTED FACE! Lupino drags him out, covering... one... two... three--NO!! Cruz manages to power out, but as soon as he turns Lupino lifts him and SLAMS him down with a big-ass spinebuster, covering again but STILL only getting the two! Lupino gets to his feet, looking around at the crowd, shouting out 'Who wants to see this punk go down' to a MASSIVE ovation before he smirks widely. SC: What's Lupino got planned here? SJ: Probably off to get the barbecue and some matches, it's so far had a 100% success rate when it comes to finishing off young up-and-comers. SC: Will you stop?! FINISH...Cruz slowly struggle his way as he stumbles back, into the waiting hands of Joey Lupino who lifts him as if going for a back suplex, before spinning him around and dropping down -- BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB! CRUZ LOOKS OUT AS LUPINO MAKES THE PIN... ONE... TWO... THRE--NOOOO!!! The crowd are in shock as Lupino shakes his head in disbelief, getting to his feet as he leans in the corner, thinking over what it might take to finally put Cruz away. As he turns Cruz is struggling to his feet, and Cruz throws a shot at Lupino who stumbles back, before powering with a huge forearm to Cruz's head! Cruz staggers back as Lupino throws a boot at his gut, hauling him up onto one shoulder before bringing him down with a shoulderbreaker over the knee! Lupino stands back up, Cruz still over one shoulder and he looks to go for the powerslam, but changes his mind and instead runs throwing Cruz at the corner with a snake eyes! Cruz stumbles out... kick to the gut from Lupino, standing headscissors and Lupino hooks the arms, lifting Cruz up -- THE HIT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! LUPINO FALLS INTO THE COVER... BUT THE REFEREE DOESN'T MAKE THE PIN!!! Lupino looks up, screaming at him but soon spots what the referee's looking at as the Earl of Cleveland's on the stage pointing down the ramp to the ring as Rick Rampage, Legion and Ash Wilson come running from the back! Lupino stands, shaking his head as the ORC run to the ring, each member getting up on a different side. Wilson, who is still banged up from her earlier match, gets to work distracting the referee as Lupino's caught between Legion and Rampage on either side. He looks from one, to the other, and back again before running at Rampage! He catches Rampage with a big right hand but in seconds Legion's all over the veteran, dragging him to the mat as he stamps him down, soon joined by Rampage who joins in the two on one assault. Slowly Cruz gets to his feet as Legion and Rampage lock up Lupino's arms in scenes reminiscent of the last Mayhem, and the crowd begin to boo the hell out of the ORC even more! Cruz smirks, slapping Lupino over the face. Lupino looks back up at Cruz as he nods to Rampage, who dips into the waistband of his trousers and pulls out... a pen-knife and a lead pipe! The crowd are livid as Cruz proudly displays the items in front of Lupino, who suddenly looks scared at Cruz brandishing the knife. Cruz points it at Lupino, before smirking and shaking his head, and instead he places the blade on his right kick-pad and cuts a huge slit down it. He slides the knife out of the ring and crouches in front of Lupino so the veteran can see exactly what he's doing as he pushes the lead pipe inside the pads, concealing it from sight. He then stands and backs up as Legion and Rampage beatdown Lupino a bit more, holding his face up -- AND CRUZ NAILS LUPINO'S HEAD WITH A LEAD PIPE-AIDED ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!! The veteran slumps face-first on the mat as Cruz heaves him over and Wilson drops from the apron so the referee can see the cover... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! NO!!! LUPINO HAD A BOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! CRUZ GOES ABSOLUTELY APESHIT, SCREAMING AT THE REFEREE AS THE ORC ARE ALL LOOKING ON IN DISBELIEF!!! As Cruz continues to scream at the referee Lupino slowly but surely stands, looking dazed as he makes his way over to Cruz, wrapping him in a waistlock -- GERMAN SUPLEX DROPPING CRUZ ON HIS NECK!!! Both men lay out in the middle of the ring as the ORC go schitz!!! SC: THAT BOOT ON THE ROPES WAS LATE! IT HAD TO HAVE BEEN! SJ: What resiliency from the vet, you've gotta believe that roundhouse had all the match-ending potential as both these men's finishing moves, and still Lupino kept it alive! As both men struggle up to their feet Lupino continues to hold his head where the lead pipe had struck him, clearly in agony from it as he stumbles about the ring. Cruz uses the ropes to help him up, the back of his head in pain as he turns to Lupino, throwing an aggressive kick to his side with the lead. Cruz then lands a big european uppercut and as Lupino spins Cruz runs, grabbing Lupino's head and bringing him down over his knee for a big backbreaker! Lupino hits the mat and slowly pushes himself up, standing slumped over as Cruz backs up, running off the ropes and he attempts a scissors kick with the pipe -- but Lupino manages to catch the leg!!! The crowd is in amazement as Lupino keeps Cruz's right leg over his shoulders, and he reaches down for the left leg, pushing up with all his power to lift Cruz up with a leg on each shoulder, Cruz facing out to the crowd as Lupino runs and drops -- SECOND 'THE HIT' FROM LUPINO RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! LUPINO IMMEDIATELY PULLS THE LEAD PIPE FROM CRUZ'S KICKPADS, THROWING IT RIGHT AT THE THREE ORC MEMBERS BEFORE HE COVERS... THE CROWD CHANT ALONG... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Joey Lupino Lupino is presented with his belt as the adoring New York crowd give it out for their hometown hero. He thrusts the belt into the air and mouths the words 'I love you' before departing the ring...Cruz is slow to get up, but stares down Lupino as the Champion stands on the rampway holding the title proudly in the air. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE) (THE ACTION CUTS TO KURT DAWSON WHO STANDS IN FRONT OF A TFWF BANNER BACKSTAGE.  HE HAS A MIC IN HAND AND NODS TO THE CAMERA AS HE ADDRESSES THE FANS IN THE ARENA AND THE MILLIONS WATCHING AT HOME ON PPV.) KD:  Ladies and gentlemen joining me at this time is the man who later tonight will defend the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title in one of the biggest triple threat matches of all time!  Please welcome, the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion....Phenom! (THE CROWD IN THE ARENA ERUPT WITH A GROUND SHAKING ROCK STAR REACTION AS PHENOM STEPS INTO SHOT.  THE CROWD ARE MIXED BUT THERE IS A LOT MORE BOOING THAN CHEERING TONIGHT FOR PHENOM. HE IS DRESSED IN HIS WRESTLING GEAR AND HAS THE WORLD TITLE SLUNG OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER.  HE SMIRKS CONFIDENTLY AS DAWSON LOOKS UP AT THE DOMINANT AND DESTRUCTIVE WORLD CHAMPION.) KD:  Phenom, tonight you defend the Undisputed World Heavyweight Title against both MDK and Joel Bryant.  What’re your thoughts as you head into your second Title defence, this time against two of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world today? (THE WORLD CHAMPION SMIRKS AGAIN AS MOST OF THE CROWD IN THE ARENA CONTINUE TO BOO HIM.) PHE:  My thoughts?  My thoughts?  Kurt, you’ve been around this company long enough to know that you don’t want to know my thoughts.  If I open up and tell you what goes through my mind in the lead up to a match like this...we’d probably get thrown off the air for good! (PHENOM CHUCKLES AS KURT GOES TO SPEAK AGAIN BUT THE WORLD CHAMPION SNATCHES THE MIC FROM HIM AND LOOKS PISSED OFF.) PHE:  The World Heavyweight Champion is speaking Kurt.  This is my interview time, not yours.  So stand there, hold the mic up and keep your damn mouth shut.  Got it? (THE MANIAC THAT LIVES INSIDE PHENOM LOOKS TO BE BREAKING OUT AS DAWSON SIMPLY NODS HIS HEAD.  PHENOM STARES A HOLE INTO HIM FOR A MOMENT OR TWO AS THE CROWD IN THE ARENA BOO LOUDLY BEFORE TURNING BACK TO THE CAMERA.) PHE:  Tonight, two men who have NEVER been in a TFWF PPV main event, are going to step up and try and take my World Title.  MDK and Joel Bryant are going to try to make their name here tonight.  Their breakthrough moment.  Their day in the sun.  Unfortunately for them, they’re stepping into the ring with the most destructive, dominant and downright dangerous World Heavyweight Champion this company has ever seen! (PHENOM ADJUSTS THE WORLD TITLE BELT ON HIS SHOULDER AS HE PAUSES BEFORE CONTINUING.) PHE:  Ten years.  For ten long years I’ve scratched and clawed and fought my way to the top of this business.  I am the World Heavyweight Champion of the biggest company in professional wrestling...which makes me the biggest thing in professional wrestling today.  No one else even comes close.  Not MDK and his running buddies who think they’re going to take over this company.  Not Joel Bryant who has all the fans support but none of the talent you need to be a World Heavyweight Champion.  The fact of the matter is this Dawson; I have fought for a damn DECADE to get to this point.  I’ve gone through enough pain and suffering to last ten lifetimes.  It’s taken most of my adult life to get to where I am.  To be the best.  To be the World Heavyweight Champion.  I’ve had to commit unspeakable acts of violence and intimidation...and I’ve LOVED every God damn minute of it!  Tonight?  Tonight I confirm my status as the greatest in the world.  Tonight I put MDK and the ORC back in their place.  Tonight I shown Joel Bryant just how far has to go before he can call himself World Heavyweight Champion.  Tonight Kurt, tonight I take the next step towards my true crowing moment...when I headline Death or Glory 2011 as Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.  That’s not just some empty line...that’s a guarantee.  I’m the best in the world and tonight I’m going to continue my reign at the top of the TFWF.  MDK...Bryant?  Tonight you boys find out just how good the best really is! (WITH THAT PHENOM SHOVES THE MIC BACK INTO KURT DAWSON’S CHEST BEFORE WALKING OUT OF SHOT.  DAWSON LOOKS ON FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TURNING BACK TO THE CAMERA.) KD:  There you have it folks.  The World Champion is supremely confident tonight and he’s guaranteeing that he will headline Death or Glory 2011 as the World Champion!  Back to you at ringside. (RINGSIDE) SC: Phenom laying down a gurantee there and it's hard to argue with him when he does. SJ: If you do...he might smack you in the head with a baseball bat! SC: That is very true...which is equally as scary...speaking of which the Tag Team titles have been in the hands of the One Ring Circus for sometime now...will the former Champions Old School Style take the gold? Or has the Masked Marvel pulled out the ultimate ace in this one... T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship ORC (Legion/Rampage) (c) vs Osman Sankoh/The Masked Marvel vs The Old School Style (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'WHAT' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. MOSS AND JORDAN OF OLD SCHOOL STYLE WALK ON THE STAGE. THEIR FAMED TRON VIDEO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING WITH PURPOSE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 464 pounds...Adam Moss...Sean Jordan...Old School Style!!! SC: APB away in LA tonight on his own ventures is this a factor for the OSS? SJ: Of course...without their trainer they might end up self destructing...like a bomb...that only Matt Damon can disarm in a sexy kind of way... SC: ENOUGH! JH: And their opponents... *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN PLAYS* (CROWD BOO. MARVEL WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS AWIDE IN GLEA WITH THE PURE MONSTER Sankoh BEHIND HIM.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 639 pounds...Osman Sankoh and The Masked Marvel!!! SC: I have said it before, but I say it again...look at the size of this man! SJ: Over four hundred reasons he could be holding one half of the belts after this...what a coup by Marvel! JH: And their opponents... *'WAKE UP' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEAL HEAT. MYSTI EVANS AND SIN WALK ONTO THE STAGE IN SOME SORT OF NEW LOOKING ENTRANCE WHICH QUIETENS THE CROWD FOR A MOMENT. ALL OF THEM HOLD UP A SERIES OF GOLDEN RINGS IN THE AIR AS THEY MAKE A PASSAGE FOR RAMPAGE AND LEGION TO WALK THROUGH.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 497 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Legion...Rick Rampage...The One Ring Circus!!! SC: Here we go and what an entrance from the ORC! SJ: Mother have mercy this one is going to be epic!!! Match begins...All six men in the ring staring down, Legion and Rampage patting the tag team championship belts over their shoulders as the other two teams lay down their claims. Finally the referee gets in there to break it up and kick off the match as Masked Marvel immediately climbs onto the apron, leaving his juggernaut of a partner standing in the ring. Sankoh smiles as he looks to the other four, who simply look on in silence before engaging in a big argument as to who’s going to kick off against Sankoh. Quickly all four climb onto the apron in the hope that someone will be left in the ring, before they continue jawing as Sankoh paces the ring, waiting for his first TFWF match. As the arguing continues Marvel sneaks to the outside, grabbing at Legion and Rampage’s legs to bring them down face-first onto the ring apron, before he runs and sweeps Moss off to the outside. He looks up at Sean Jordan who realises he’s the only one left, before he slowly turns to look at Sankoh. Sankoh smirks as he walks over to Jordan, grabbing him and lifting him clean off the apron, bringing him down with a side slam to enter him in the match! Jordan gets to his feet as Sankoh runs, driving a massive shoulder to slam Jordan back into the turnbuckles before Sankoh throws Jordan out of the corner, halfway across the ring as Moss, Rampage and Legion look up with shock.  As Jordan slowly stumbles his way up Sankoh sends him flying with a big belly to belly suplex, quickly followed up by a clothesline that turns Jordan inside out. Sankoh stands over Jordan, smirking widely as Marvel repeatedly points to him, turning to the crowd to shout that this is all his doing. Sankoh drags Jordan up, irish whipping the OSS member into Marvel’s corner before Marvel reaches over and chokes Jordan out. As the referee gets Marvel off Sankoh storms at Jordan, throwing a brutal back elbow at his head as Marvel points to the downed Jordan and back to himself, flexing his biceps. Sankoh goes for the early cover, getting a two as Jordan throws a shoulder up impressively. Slowly Moss, Rampage and Legion climb back onto the apron as Sankoh roars out to the crowd and he turns back to the now-standing Jordan who’s leaning on the ropes. Sankoh runs at him as Jordan drops and Sankoh gets caught up in the ropes! Jordan can’t believe it before he throws a well-timed dropkick to the monster’s knees, bringing Sankoh down as Moss climbs into the ring. Jordan runs off the ropes, throwing a european uppercut to the kneeling Osman Sankoh at the same time as Moss dropkicks the back of Sankoh’s head! Sankoh falls face-first to the mat as Jordan runs off the ropes and Moss gives his own partner a back drop, splashing Jordan down onto Sankoh’s back and head! Jordan rolls the big man over, covering… kickout from Sankoh!  Moss points to himself and back to Sankoh as Jordan nods his head and the big man gets to his feet. Jordan and Moss run off opposite ropes, each hitting a clothesline to different sides of Sankoh before they run off the ropes again, going for a second pair of clotheslines -- only for Sankoh to scoop both up for a double sidewalk slam! The crowd gasp in amazement as Sankoh pushes Moss from the ring and Marvel leans over, tagging himself in. The Hardcore Politician cockily waves at Rampage and Legion before placing a single boot on Jordan’s chest… one… two… kickout from Jordan! Marvel quickly looks down at Jordan in utter shock, shouting at him that he was supposed to stay down, before he covers this time with a hooked leg… one… two… kickout again! Marvel stands up, turning to Sankoh and shouting that they need more of a beating to put them down, unbeknownst to him Jordan crawls across the ring tagging in Rampage! Marvel turns as Rampage runs -- big boot! Marvel hits the deck, clutching his face before he stands up right into a scoop slam from Rampage who lands a big leg drop over Marvel’s face! Marvel holds it in pain, turning to stretch his hand out for the tag to Sankoh, but Rampage is having none of it as he drags Marvel back to his own corner, tagging in Legion who uses the top rope as a slingshot to land an elbow over Marvel’s back. SJ: Get off him! Get Sankoh back in this one so we can see some new tag team champions! SC: Sankoh has been very impressive thus far, but we saw some fight back from the Old School Style and with Marvel’s cocky attitude getting the better of him here, he could end up costing them the match. SJ: It’s not a cocky attitude it’s because he’s ahead in the opinion polls! SC: Who’s opinion polls? Yours? SJ: … yes. Middle of the match sees...Legion’s assault on the Masked Marvel continue as he wears down his opponent with submissions. Marvel looks possibly close to tapping as Legion hooks him in a romero special, lifting Marvel up on his arms and legs before Rampage climbs into the ring and stomps on Marvel’s chest. Legion drops Marvel to the mat before he lands a big suplex as Marvel stands, earning a two count off of the Politician as Marvel throws the shoulder up in time. Legion drags him up, tagging in Rampage before he whips Marvel off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with an STO right onto Rampage’s knee! Legion climbs out onto the apron as Rampage stomps down on Marvel before he lifts him up and throws him with a big belly to belly suplex! Marvel lands in the OSS’ corner and Rampage shrugs, tagging in Moss to have at it as the OSS both stomp away on Marvel. Moss drags Marvel up, hooking him for a spinebuster before Jordan runs, dropkicking Marvel’s head as Moss hits the spinebuster. He makes the cover… one… two… kickout from Marvel to huge boos as Moss smacks the mat in anger. Marvel slowly makes his way up to his feet as Moss runs, going for a clothesline but Marvel ducks it and Moss heads towards Sankoh’s corner! Moss stops himself in time from colliding with the big man before he turns as Marvel runs, shoving Moss to send him head-first into Sankoh! Moss stumbles back as Sankoh reaches over the top rope, headbutting Moss and sending him flying before Marvel tags in the big man.  Sankoh climbs into the ring, lifting Moss up onto his shoulders as he walks around the ring with the OSS member. As he passes by Legion and Rampage’s corner Moss reaches out, tagging in Legion before Sankoh nails Moss with a fireman’s carry slam. He turns, going for the cover as Legion runs into the ring, kicking Sankoh’s head before he climbs over him and attempts to lock in a camel clutch! Sankoh pushes himself up off the mat, Legion still on his back before Sankoh snaps himself forward sending Legion flying off and hitting the mat hard! Legion manages to get to his feet as Sankoh runs, throwing a clothesline. Legion drops and Sankoh covers, getting a two before Legion fights his way back up, only to be brought crashing down with a big backbreaker from Sankoh. The big man then runs at the corner, throwing a big boot at Rick Rampage, sending him flying off the apron and landing over the ringside barricade to a loud “ooooh!” from the crowd! Sankoh smiles at the impact before he turns back to Legion who is staggering to his feet, and Sankoh spins him, lifting him right up into a military press. Sankoh bench presses Legion before he throws him up, bringing him SLAMMING down onto the knee for a HUGE gutbuster!!! Sankoh staggers back, looking down with pride at his work as Marvel leans over, tagging himself in and he drops on Legion, hooking the leg… one… two… thr-- NO!  Marvel stares at Legion wide-eyed mouthing ‘three’ to himself as Sankoh climbs up onto the apron. Holding his back in pain Marvel turns just as Rampage is getting back onto the apron from his impact with the ringside barrier and immediately he, Moss and Jordan hit the ring. Marvel spots them, making a break fro the tag to Sankoh but all three are all over Marvel, taking a limb each to drag him back. Moss grabs at Marvel’s arms as Jordan lands a brutal enzuigiri and Marvel stumbles right into a side slam from Rampage. Marvel clutches his back in agony as he stands, turning right into the now-standing Legion who leaps and lands his signature cutter, the X-acto! Marvel hits the mat hard as Legion covers one… two… thr-- Moss drags Legion off the pin! Moss drags Legion to the corner, climbing out onto the apron and he tags himself in before he goes for the cover on Marvel… one… two… thr-- NO! This time Rampage drags Moss off of the pin. Immediately the OSS and the ORC go nose-to-nose, jawing off at one another about who should make the cover, none of them noticing Marvel slowly crawling his way across the ring to Sankoh!  All four of them turn to face the corner just as it’s too late, and Marvel gets the all-important tag! Sankoh storms the ring -- clothesline to Moss! Clothesline to Legion! Clothesline to Jordan! Clothesline to Rampage! Sankoh raises his arms in celebration as Rampage rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron as Sankoh lifts Legion up onto one shoulder, running him at the corner as he launches Legion like a missile right into Rampage and both crash off the apron to the outside! Sankoh turns to the OSS as they both turn, and Moss shoves Jordan right into Sankoh! Moss makes a break for it, shouting his apologies as Jordan backs up, only for Sankoh to grab him and toss him straight over the top rope into Moss! He stands, raising both arms as the other four are out cold and the Masked Marvel smirks as he climbs into the ring, nodding his head and shouting at the other four not to mess with The Masked Marvel!!! SC: Oh my God, Marvel’s taking the credit for that! That was all Sankoh dammit! SJ: Marvel’s an inspiring leader Scoop, and like any inspiring leader he should be able to take credit for his subjects’ achievements. Just like I take credit for all your commentating awards! FINISH...Marvel continue to verbally bash the other four as Sankoh looks impressive in the ring, his huge stature and ruthless attitude making him already seem a huge threat to the TFWF roster. Marvel smirks as he turns to Sankoh, instructing him to destroy Moss when he gets back in as the legal man. With Marvel’s back turned the four on the outside begin to stand, and Legion heads to the timekeeper’s position where he grabs four steel chairs. He hands the other three out and all four climb into the ring, immediately swinging for the fences all over Osman Sankoh, taking full advantage of the no-DQ rules in the three-team match! Spotting the chairs just in time Marvel flies out of the ring like a scalded dog and the steel comes crashing down on Sankoh’s head and body!!! Rampage lands a big shot to Sankoh’s legs bringing him down as Legion smashes his chair clean on top of Sankoh’s head! Sankoh hits the deck as the OSS convene around him with Moss placing the chair under Sankoh’s head and Jordan placing his chair on top. Jordan then runs off the ropes as Moss bends down and he catapults Jordan with a big back body drop that’s flipped round into a leg drop to the chair over Sankoh’s head, sandwiching it between the steel! Jordan rolls from the ring, holding his legs in agony as Moss pushes the big man over, covering… one… two… thre—ORC IN TO PULL MOSS OFF OF HIM!!!  Rampage climbs onto the apron as Legion drags Moss over, allowing Rampage to tag in before the ORC pair throw Moss clean from the ring! Marvel looks concerned from ringside and he even attempts to get into the ring, but thinks better of it as Rampage and Legion trade boots into Sankoh. Suddenly the crowd boo double as loud as from the back Ash Wilson and Domingo Cruz come running out! Both hit the ring as Wilson and Cruz each grab one of Sankoh’s arms, holding him on his knees with his arms out-stretched and his head exposed! Legion’s the first one in as he runs, dropkicking the exposed head hard and the crowd “oooh” as it snaps back hard. Wilson and Cruz then heave Sankoh up, allowing Rampage to run in with a massive spear to the big man and Marvel leans on the apron with despair. Legion/Rampage then take over ‘propping up’ duty as Cruz takes his place, landing a huge roundhouse kick to Sankoh!!! Wilson then stands in front of the behemoth, signalling for the Dust to Dust as she goes for it, spinning – but Sankoh breaks free and headbutts Wilson!!! Wilson falls back into the corner as Cruz runs at Sankoh, getting dropped with a massive STO and Rampage tries only to feel a spinning side slam! Sankoh turns as Legion climbs to the top and goes for a missile dropkick to bring the big man down, but with one uppercut Sankoh swats the ORC member! In the corner Wilson staggers out along the ropes as the Masked Marvel runs into the ring, clotheslining her over the top rope and Marvel turns, flexing his biceps with pride at obviously doing all the hard work… With the other four members on the outside of the ring Sankoh stands in the middle of the ring, beckoning them into the match with none of them taking it. Sensing an opportunity Marvel sneaks out of the ring right up behind the legal Adam Moss, rolling him into the ring before he dusts off his hands and walks back around the ring. Sankoh immediately hauls Moss up, bringing him crashing down with a big facebuster right into the mat. Marvel cheers Sankoh on as the Hardcore Politician walks over to the announce table, sitting down next to Snoop as he picks up a spare headset while Sankoh goes for the cover… one… two… NO! Moss throws the shoulder up in time! MM: BULLSHIT! SLOW COUNT FROM THAT DAMN COMMUNIST REFEREE!!! SC: Always a pleasure to have you commentary Marvel, but don’t you have a match to wrestle? MM: Shut up Scoop, I’ve delegated my power to Congressman Sankoh allowing me to get more in touch with the American people. This is what a true Cult of Personality does! Isn’t that right Snoop? SJ: Cult of what now? Sankoh shakes his head in anger as he hauls Moss up, making a cut-throat sign to Jordan as he lifts Moss up over his shoulders, signalling for his finishing Diamond Fusion. The crowd recognise the move from various hype videos for Osman Sankoh as he turns with Moss now over one shoulder – BUT RAMPAGE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE TO LAND A BRUTAL BICYCLE KICK TO SANKOH’S FACE!!! SANKOH HITS THE DECK AND MOSS SLIDES OFF HIS SHOULDER TO THE MAT AND RAMPAGE RAISES HIS ARMS IN CELEBRATION!! MM: NOOOOO! THAT MAN JUST ESCAPED FROM GUANTANAMO, I SAW HIM IN HIS JUMPSUIT EARLIER! ARREST THAT MAN ON DAMN SIGHT! Rampage turns, looking to lay some more damage on Sankoh as Jordan comes storming – SPEAR!!! RAMPAGE HITS THE DECK AS JORDAN TURNS RIGHT INTO – THE X-ACTO FROM LEGION!!! Jordan’s head bounces sickeningly off the mat as Legion smirks evilly and he turns as Moss slowly staggers up, scooping Legion onto his shoulders and he runs, spinning Legion around and dropping him WITH A TKO!!! MOSS IS ON FIRE AS HE LEAPS TO HIS FEET AND DRAGS JORDAN UP, SIGNALLING TO SANKOH AND THE SPEARLINE!! SC: OSS have got it! They’re gonna take this one!!! MM: You’ve got ask yourself Scoop, it’s not what your partner can do for you, but what you can do for your partner… time to win this election! Sankoh slowly begins to get to his feet as Moss and Jordan ready themselves for the SpearLine, neither noticing Marvel sliding into the ring beside them. Sankoh turns as Moss runs for the spear, but Marvel grabs Jordan and drops him – MARVELBUSTER! Moss is momentarily distracted as Sankoh gets his senses together, catching Moss up right into it – DIAMOND FUSION!!! The crowd boos loudly as Sankoh covers Adam Moss… One… Marvel climbs onto Sankoh’s back, standing on him like a surf board… Two… Marvel salutes to the audience as he smiles… THREE!!! Winners, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: The Masked Marvel & Osman Sankoh Immediately Marvel leaps off of Sankoh’s back as he slides out of the ring, ripping both of the tag team championships from the timekeeper’s grip. He raises them above his head, climbing into the ring and to the top rope in one corner with both championship titles above his head. Sankoh gets to his feet as he pulls one of the titles out of Marvel’s hands, giving his partner an angry look before finally ducking down and lifting Marvel up onto his massive shoulders. Marvel celebrates like crazy as if it was all him while Sankoh raises his own championship belt high. (CUT TO LA) MM: Unbelievable scenes here tonight and in New York brand new Tag Team Champions on their debut as a tag team...its our first of our semi final matches up next folks... KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - SEMIFINAL MATCH - Last BloodMatch Viktor Kovalenko vs Jack Hondo (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a semi final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Last Blood Match... *'UNSTOPPABLE' - E.S. POSTHUMUS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE ARENA GOES DARK AS THE T.A.T. SHOWS A BLACK-AND-WHITE MMA TRAINING MONTAGE. THE LIGHTS AROUND THE TRON FLARE TO THE BEAT OF THE WAR DRUMS AS WE SEE A STONE-FACED VIKTOR KOVALENKO MARCH OUT WITH THE UKRAINIAN FLAG DRAPED AROUND HIS SHOULDERS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 lbs...he is the 2010 King of the Deathmatches...'The War Hound' Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: Two more matches and Viktor Kovalenko can set a little bit of T.F.W.F. history, Trem. T: And he is capable of doing it, we have said it over and over again, but this man has all the goods... P: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! MM: This crowd wants to see Hondo with that crown on his head... T: What they want and what they can get are two entirely different things Mac. Match begins...Kovalenko wastes no time charging into Hondo and taking him down with a spear. He then looks to hit a flurry of elbow strikes and punches to the face as the crowd think they are watching something out of the old PFL it is that precise and violent. Kovalenko picks up Hondo and tries to put him away with the ‘Burning Hammer’ hitting it almost immediately knocking out Hondo. The crowd are on their feet as Kovalenko has just opened up a massive can of whoop ass on Jack Hondo, but he cannot make the cover because Hondo is not bleeding. Kovalenko looks around on the outside of the ring for maybe some help and wastes a little too much time. Instead he looks to try and get back onto Hondo with that vicious assault to the face, which despite being vicious, failed to open up Hondo the first time around. Hondo however, doesn’t take this one lying down and blocks the first attempted strike, he then grabs the arm of Kovalenko and looks to put some variation of an armbar on him which doesn’t quite work as Kovalenko powers out, the move however, does break the two up. Kovalenko charges once more at Hondo, but Hondo hits a drop toe hold on the unexpected Viktor. He pulls Kovalenko pack to his feet and nails a release German suplex as the crowd are now not behind the violence, but behind Jack Hondo! Hondo follows up with a knee to the head of Kovalenko, once more picking him up and then sending him into the corner. Hondo rushes in with a knee to the midsection and then follows up with further knees to the midsection. A series of hard looking knife edge chops follow on from that as Hondo is pouring it on. He hip tosses Kovalenko out of the corner, gets on the second turnbuckle on the inside and nails a drop elbow to the face of Kovalenko, seeing that it is failing to open up the Ukranianian he turns around and removes the turnbuckle padding which is perfectly legal. He then pulls Kovalenko to his feet and looks to ram him head first into it, but Kovalenko puts the blockers on and returns the favour to Hondo causing him to stumble back with a small cut seemingly forming on his face. Like a vampire seeing blood, Kovalenko leaps at Hondo with a press move and then strikes repeatedly onto the cut breaking it wide open with his impressive and deadly elbow strikes. MM: Kovalenko is like a man possessed in this one Trem. T: That is what you need to do in order to win this tournament and Viktor Kovalenko is doing just that! MM:  Hondo broken open now and this means one thing really in the grand scheme of things...Viktor can go for the pin and Viktor can win this thing if he needs to. T: That is what I am thinking, that intensity is all about Viktor seeing the green light to victory...in this case blood. Middle of the match sees...Kovalenko once more on the offensive. His arsenal of throws, punches, kicks and strikes as Hondo is taking a beating. The cut on his face has been torn open, but there is no corner man to stop the bleeding as the T.F.W.F.’s conscience tries to keep on his feet. Kovalenko then clotheslines Hondo over the top rope as he goes crashing to the ground below. Then it seems Viktor takes a move out of the unusual for him and begins to climb the top rope! Looking at the outside he is going for something right out of anyone else’s page book, but his own! He sights Hondo for a diving attack, but Hondo misses and Kovalenko goes crashing to the ground in a heap of ‘WTF was he thinking’, the crowd are back on their feet as the bloody Hondo struggles to get to his. He walks over to one of the fans who is still holding a weapon from the earlier bring your own weapons match. Hondo takes it from him to the cheers of the crowd as he levels Kovalenko with an old fashioned metal ‘Dukes of Hazard’ lunch pail which adds insult to injury as the crowd eats it up. Hondo snaps it apart and then begins digging its jagged edges into Kovalenko’s face ripping small cuts and with that famous, warm smile turning more into a snarl he begins beating on those cuts with his working man’s fists breaking open the skin and causing a crimson mask of it’s own to appear on the Ukranian’s face. Hondo picks Kovalenko up and sends him flying into the steel steps as Vik goes over the top of them. Hondo then slides Viktor back into the ring and begins pummelling his face into that exposed turnbuckle to the cheers of the crowd in attendance, an Irish whip into the ropes and there is Hondo with a back elbow to the jaw as the crowd begin chanting his name ‘Hondo, Hondo, Hondo’. He hits an inverted atomic drop on Kovalenko and then a ddt onto the mat as the crowd are totally Hondo crazy. MM: The momentum has swung directly back in that man’s direction it seems Jack Hondo is willing himself to win this one. T: I don’t know if we have ever seen someone start to manhandle Viktor Kovalenko like this before...hell it’s something I don’t think we might ever see again! MM: No question about it Jack Hondo has made a damn massive account of himself here tonight! T: Maybe that crown is destined for the head of Hondo! FINISH...Covered in blood, Hondo begins battling a bit weaker than he was before, his open wound has no doubt zapped a lot of his necessary blood from him and he looks dead on his feet as he has expanded so much energy in taking down the big man. Look like a woodsman who is near dead chopping down a big oak, he on more than one occasion bends over to find a 4th, 5th, 6th wind...which allows Kovalenko back into the contest. All of a sudden it’s the Warhound finding the necessary gas somewhere to get going. He levels Hondo with more punches, more stikes and backs him to the corner before pulling off and Irish whip from hell which sends Hondo, a big man in his own right, upside down in the other corner ala a famous HBK move in the days. Hondo is dazed perched somewhere between no man’s land and the ring on the top of the third rope with his back to Kovalenko who now stalks him like prey. Going on the inside he looks to nail a German suplex off the third rope to the canvass below, but Hondo had his hands grabbing for life...some sort of instinct holding onto that remains of the top turnbuckle. Kovalenko pulls again, but Hondo is not budging. Kovalenko then begins headbutting the back of Hondo’s head, breaking open his own wounds deeper and deeper and then from nowhere Hondo unleashes a back elbow to the jaw stunning Kovalenko...and then another...and then another and the big man falls back and WHAM hits the canvass like a big oak crashing to the ground. Pulling himself up under the cheers of the crowd...Jack Hondo pulls out all the stops and produces a MOONSAULT off the top rope onto the fallen body of Viktor Kovalenko. The crowd erupt as he gets a near three count before whatever is left in Viktor shoots a shoulder up. Hondo rolls off Kovalenko as both men struggle to get to their knees...Kovalenko then from nowhere snaps on the ‘Anaconda Vice’ the crowd sound like they have had the air whipped out of them as their cheers turn to ‘come on’ chants...the referee turns to Hondo to see if he has passed out, but he hasn’t there is something in him which just will not give in. Kovalenko tries to lock the legs around the waist to help the move more, but Hondo is stirring...he is stiring...and defying seemingly everything ...picks Kovalenko up! Hondo hits some hybrid version of a fisherman’s suplex! He gets one...he gets two...he gets...three!!!!! The crowd explodes! MM: WHAT A VICTORY! WHAT A VICTORY! WHAT A VICTORY! T: My God where did he come up with that! That was amazing! MM: From nowhere, Jack Hondo has beaten the Anaconda Vice and has pinned Viktor Kovalenko in the middle of the ring...JACK HONDO is going to the finals! T: What a story! Hondo is helped to his feet by the referee and then drops back down again. EMTs rush out to tend to both men who have lost a ton of blood...it seems Hondo might not make it to the final after all. Winner, and advancing: Jack Hondo (CUT TO NY.) SC: One hand on the crown there Jack Hondo...what a match Snoop. SJ: Sorry, I was masturbating...what happened? SC: ... SJ: What? SC: Nevermind...two men with their mind on matters that matter up next...Aaron Roberts the ever eccentric challenger against the man who took the belt from him...the up and coming star...Chester Addison... T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Aaron Roberts vs Chester Addison (c) (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP WHILST THE TAT SHOWS OFF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES. ROBERTS ADMIRES HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds...Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: Labelled by many to be a bit of a fool...don't underestimate what he can do in the ring Snoop. SJ: I never have...I am Cobra through and through... JH: And his opponent... *'ENTERTAINMENT' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. A UNION JACK FLASHES ACROSS THE TRON THEN THE WORDS 'QUEEN, COUNTRY, MONEY'. CHESTER ADDISON WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN HEADS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from London, England...weighing 224 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Chester Addison!!! SC: With all the pressures of Katie on him...how will Addison handle this big stage? SJ: Probably not very well...cause he is a chump! Match begins... A somewhat distraught Chester looking over his shoulder every once and awhile, not having his head fully in the match while Roberts takes full advantage by using wrestling holds and ground grappling to keep Chester on the mat and unable to swing away. At one point in the early going, Roberts even taunts Chester by slapping him, but this only serves to anger the Intercontinental champion as he blocks a second slap and starts to wail away with rights and lefts onto Roberts, rocking him into the corner. The referee gives a count to Chester, who backs away but then starts to use shoulder tackles into Roberts, doubling him over before connecting with a gutwrench suplex that he immediately pounces on by further punching away on Roberts from the mount position, Roberts covering up. The referee tries to pull Chester away, but when Chester tries to shove him off, Roberts attacks with an eye rake. As Chester covers up his face, Roberts quickly strikes by driving Chester shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Roberts then pulls Chester back before winding him up and driving him back in again. As Chester connects the second time, he falls to the outside while holding his injured shoulder. SC: Clearly Roberts has been getting some good pointers from his partner Shane Anderson. SJ: And clearly you forget that Roberts is a former Intercontinental champion who knows what he’s doing! SC: How can I forget – Roberts tells us every day he’s a former Intercontinental champion. SJ: Well if you didn’t keep forgetting, then he wouldn’t have to keep reminding you would he? When Roberts goes outside to attack Addison, Addison keeps him backed away by lashing out at him, keeping his injured shoulder close by his side. Addison slowly gets into the ring and the action begins again, only Addison surprises Roberts with some basic grappling to keep him off-balance while he incorporates fighting, almost a mixed-martial arts blend attack. Getting some time to rest as Roberts is left reeling, Addison shakes feeling back into his shoulder as he continues the offensive. A costly mistimed clothesline though has Roberts knocking Addison to the outside, gathering some rest in the ring. SC: Looks like Roberts may have underestimated the Intercontinental champion. SJ: Nonsense! Roberts knocked him outside so that he can win back his title the honorable way – by countout. SC: … You know he can’t – SJ: Are you trying to hold down Roberts by telling him he can’t do something!? RACIST! SC: … Never mind. Middle of the match sees...sees Roberts capitalize on the missed attack from Addison by applying holds and using his high impact arsenal to wear out the shoulder. At one point, Roberts has Addison wrapped up in the ropes with his arms tied up as he applied a lot of pressure before the referee breaks Roberts away and getting Addison out of the ropes. As Addison falls to the mat, Roberts looks on with a smirk as he takes a page from the Anderson playbook by applying the Checkmate, Addison screaming in pain. The referee checks for submission as Roberts does what he can to make sure that Addison is tightly locked into the hold. It’s as he tries to lean back that Addison manages to roll through and turn the hold into a pinning predicament. 1… 2… th – kick out! Roberts breaks the hold, but immediately goes to work lifting Addison up onto his shoulders before using a modified shoulder breaker as he turns it into a power slam. He makes the cover. 1… 2… 3!! No, kick out!! Roberts again with the pin. 1… 2… thr – no, kick out!! Roberts tries a third time. 1… 2… thr – kick out!! Roberts pounds the mat in frustration, arguing with the referee over the calls. Roberts pulls Addison up with him, propping him up in the corner. But when Roberts goes to strike him down, Addison strikes first. Unable to capitalize though, Roberts delivers a few hard shots of his own. But every time Roberts gets in 2-3 shots, Addison responds with a big punch, until suddenly Addison starts building up a second wind as he wails away out of the corner on Roberts. Rocking Roberts back on his heels, Addison whips Roberts into a weak powerslam, unable to do more than drape his body over Roberts for the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Addison gets up to his feet, his injured arm still not moving very much as he covers by using various one-armed holds and takedowns very effectively. Addison manages to push Roberts into the corner using his good shoulder as he starts delivering hard elbow shots to the face, attempting to pull Roberts up onto the top turnbuckle. But as Addison tries to set up with a suplex of some kind, Roberts pushes him down, knocking him hard onto the mat. Roberts measures Addison with a sneer as he leaps off with a hard fist aimed at the face of Addison, coming up short and hitting mat as Addison moves out of the way in time. Grabbing at his hand and hopping in pain, Addison makes his move by running at Roberts and delivering an AGR! The crowd goes wild as both men lie motionless on the mat. SC: After all the work by Roberts and STILL Chester Addison showing championship fighting spirit! This is like something out of ‘Rocky!’ SJ: Hey, I liked the moose and squirrel as much as anyone else, but a children’s cartoon is nothing to compare this travesty of justice going on here! I mean, Chester Addison just stole Aaron Roberts’ finisher! That’s… gimmick infringement! SC: Please don’t say that – you remember the mess we went through the LAST time someone claimed gimmick infringement! SJ: Well it says something about Chester Addison’s skills that he has to copy a great champion like Aaron Roberts in order to keep his title. FINISH...Sees Addison slowly crawl his way across the ring, getting an arm onto Aaron as the referee drops into the cover... ONE... TWO... THRE--NOOO!!!! AARON GETS THE SHOULDER UP TO HUGE BOOS FROM THE CROWD!!! Addison can't believe it as he stares in shock at The Cobra who begins to stir and push himself up off of the mat. Addison stands, falling into the corner before he runs, going for a clothesline but Roberts ducks it, kicking Addison square in the groin but obscured from the referee's vision! Aaron rolls Chester up as the crowd boo like hell... ONE... TWO... T--no!!! Addison powers out as Roberts screams at him to stay down and he goes for another cover, only for Addison to reach up and smack Aaron one right in the jaw! Aaron reels back as Chester stands, kicking Aaron in the gut before he lifts him, looking for the Final Notice... but Aaron keeps hold of the ropes! Aaron drops off of Chester's back as Chester turns, and Aaron hooks it -- SNAKE BITE! Aaron floats into the cover... ONE... TWO... THE-- Chester powers up with huge resiliency as Aaron smashes his fist into the mat, screaming loudly. He drops out of the ring, grabbing the Intercontinental Championship belt from ringside as he climbs back in, measuring Chester for the shot but the referee reaches out, grabbing the title from him! Aaron tries to pull it back as the referee yanks it, sending Aaron backwards right into the grasp of Addison who hauls him up -- FINAL NOTICE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! HE HOOKS THE LEG... ONE... TWO... THREEEEEE!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Chester Addison SJ: He stole it! Goddammit that son of a bitch used the referee to win it! SC: Roberts tried to use the damn championship belt! SJ: TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE A RIGHT!!! SC: Addison did nothing wrong! Aaron rolls out of the ring in pain as Addison's handed the Intercontinental Championship and he raises it above his head to huge cheers from the crowd. From the back Katie, Addison's girlfriend, comes walking out with a beaming smile on her face. She climbs into the ring and raises Addison's hand to bigger cheers when all of a sudden boos rain down. Addison and Katie turn to the ramp where Legion, Mysti and the Sisters in Need are walking out with sick smirks on their face. Legion stands there, staring as Mysti and the Sisters in Need walk down to the ring, surrounding it as they all look up at Katie.  SC: What... what the hell's going on? Addison looks ready to fight as he points at Legion and shouts at him to bring it on. Legion simply oversees as slowly Katie lets go of Addison's hand and she walks across the ring to where Mysti is, nodding her head. Mysti reaches up and Katie takes her hand, climbing out of the ring with Mysti as the Sisters in Need surround her. They make their way up the ramp as Addison's looking completely shocked, shouting "What are you doing?!" as the Sisters in Need, Mysti, Legion and Katie all disappear into the back together... (CUT TO LA) MM: What a battle for the Intercontinental Championship...holy moley...and a major question at the end with Legion and SIN, but the question in LA however...who will be our next man to book a place in the final of the King of the Deathmatches tournament this year... KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - SEMIFINAL MATCH - Scaffold Death Match Michael Thunder vs Jack Benevolence (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a quarter final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Scaffold Death Match... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (DECENT 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Russell White...from Parkland, Washington...weighing 230 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jack Benevolence!!! MM: Well the question on my lips is can Russell White climb scaffolding... T: Hey, you do what you need to do to win here. Russell White might provide the occassional assist, byt Jack Benevolence is a Hardcore Champion and potential future king because he is Jack Benevolence! P: And his opponent... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (CROWD POP. 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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...Michael Thunder!!! MM: The veteran Thunder, no stranger in recent times to matches involving fire... T: I bet you he wished he could have buried Lupino at Ice Storm 2010, that is for sure, but tonight he has to close the casket lid on Dragon to advance... Match begins...Thunder and Benevolence climb the scaffold with caution the two meet in the middle and stand there for a moment both getting in sort of an old fashioned wrestling shoot stance, knowing that the first lock up is essential in this one. The pair lock up, with the veteran Thunder forcing Benevolence back a few steps, but Benevolence digs his heels in and lowers his body weight and pushes back like something out of a rugby scrum as Thunder takes a step back. Thunder holds the height advantage in leverage terms and tries to push Benevolence further down to the scaffold. The crowd as they are every year with this match are on the edge of their seats knowing someone could come off the edge at any time. The two break and Benevolence who is almost down on his knees seizes advantage with a low blow to Thunder and then as Thunder doubles over he thumbs him right in the air. Benevolence then pulls Thunder over to one of the polls and slams his head into it twice, he tries to throw Thunder off the scaffold, but Thunder blocks him and hits a fireman’s carry on Benevolence taking him down hard onto the scaffold hard wood floor. The structure shakes under the move as the wood gives a little. Thunder then puts a couple of boots into Benevolence before picking him to his feet, but Jack blocks an attempted move and WHAM hits a massive ddt which causes some of the wood to break away as there is a massive cracking sound on the ramp! MM: My God, the wood is not really meant to stand something like that and Benevolence just ddt’d Thunder onto it. T: Thunder looks dazed and confused and his earlier injuries are now seeping back open...this could get bloody before they even hit the spider mesh below! MM: Jack Benevolence is some kind of wrestler, really put together and a perfect example of his creativity there with the ddt. T: Yeah, and Russell White is loving it down below, cheering like a school girl. Middle of the match sees... Thunder seems out for the count as Benevolence picks him on his shoulder in sort of a running powerslam position. Russell shouts some instructs and Benevolence begins to bench press Thunder over his head as the crowd ‘awww’ at the test of strength shown by Jack. It isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to do the job as he throws Thunder down to the spider mesh below!!! The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as Thunder like a rag doll is down and out there. Benevolence begins to climb down the scaffold and walks gingerly onto the spidermesh below making sure no part of him touches the barbwire. He looks to Russell White who then throws him two towels which allows him to grip a little the barbwire as he meanders his way over to Michael Thunder. Benevolence in typical  fashion puts a boot on Thunder with an arrogant cover and gets a one...two...Thunder’s shoulder shoots up and the crowd cheer as Benevolence doesn’t look too pleased. He looks to Russell White as Benevolence kicks Thunder over onto his stomach and then puts the boot onto the back of his head and begins grinding Thunder’s face into the barbwire mesh. He then takes one of the towels and begins to wrap it around the neck of Thunder. Sitting on his back in a camel clutch position he begins to choke Michael Thunder!!! MM: What a disgusting act this is! What a terrible disgusting act by Jack Benevolence! T: Wrong, in all the years I have been covering this, this is the only time I have seen someone use such genius when they are in this match. He didn’t jump down...he climbed down...he used towels to make sure he didn’t rip his hands open and now he has found a second use for them. This Jack Benevolence is one smart cookie. MM: But... T: But nothing! He has come prepared to win this entire damn tournament! FINISH...Benevolence doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere as Thunder is now cut open and short of breath, but various pin attempts will not keep him down. Benevolence then looks to Russell White and then looks back at the scaffold. White shakes his head and pleads with Benevolence not to do it, but Jack doesn’t listen and begins climbing the structure again... MM: Oh God...Oh God...Benevolence is going to splash him off the top of this thing... T: Well, Plan A didn’t work so it looks like we are going for Plan B! Benevolence climbs to the top of the structure and begins positioning himself for the splash as White is on his knees praying down below. Thunder hasn’t moved and it just seemingly dead...to the extent the referee actually goes to check his pulse of all things! MM: This is going to be it...this is going to be...wait a minute there is someone up there...behindBenevolence...who is that? T: Holy shit is that... MM: OH MY GOD! The crowd roar on their feet MM: It’s SANDY MAKEL!!! The place is shaking as the former World Champion who had his career stopped by Jack Benevolence steps further out of the shadows and stands behind Benevolence who is still positioning himself. Makel waits for a moment and then taps Benevolence on the shoulder, Jack spins around surprised and Makel smiles before shoving him in the stomach and sending him off the top of the scaffold to the mesh below backwards in some horrible free fall!!!!!! MM: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD! T: Well, Benevolence was calling out Makel all week and it seems Sandy decided to show up... MM: Look here comes Russell White trying to shimmy up the scaffold...and Makel with a boot to the kisser sends him back down!!! This place has gone crazy! Makel stands there for a moment and opens his arms wide as the crowd lap it up. Down below Benevolence hasn’t moved and Thunder hasn’t moved...all of a sudden Michael Thunder begins to stir and drapes a hand over Benevolence...the referee counts...one...two...three!!! MM: Thunder wins! Thunder wins! T: This is bullshit...Jack Benevolence shouldn’t lose like this...who the hell does Sandy Makel think he is! MM: Oh come on, since the day he got here Benevolence has cheated his way to win after win after win, hell Russell White got an assist in the first round, so it’s God damn karma that has come back to bite Jack Benevolence right here! T: It still sucks balls... Winner, and advancing: Michael Thunder Thunder and Benevolence are helped out of the lethal contraption by EMTs both ripped open and bleeding badly. Russell White tries to help Benevolence up when all of a sudden out from the back comes Dragon Demonico wih a referee in tow... T: Now what... MM: Well, it was Russell White who a few weeks ago back on Monday Night Mayhem cost Dragon Demonico a win when he pulled Benevolence off the ladder... T: Not this bullshit as well! The crowd are still cheering wildly as Demonico rushes down and levels Russell White with a spinning heel kick. Benevolence drops to the floor and Demonico covers him for the one, two and three. Winner, via 24/7 rule and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Dragon Demonico The crowd go absolutely crazy as Demonico is handed the belt. Sandy Makel has gotten down the scaffold and raises the New Champions hand in the air as the crowd sound their appreciation...Michael Thunder gets to his feet as well...and Demonico breaks off the Makel hand hold in the air...the two raise the hand of Thunder to the applause of the crowd even more. (CUT TO NY.) SC: We have our finalists in Los Angeles and its Michael Thunder...Snoop your thoughts please. SJ: Use vaseline...it makes for a smoother ride... SC: What?! SJ: Ummm carry on... SC: Well, why the WORLD attempts to not think about what you were talking about, they will be tuned into this rivalry...its Shane Anderson the most gifted revolutionary LHW of his generation against Scorpio. Scorpio who blames and seemingly rightfully so...Anderson for the downfall of Desert Sex...their historic meeting is up next... T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Shane Anderson (c) vs Scorpio (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREENDAY PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A CANADIAN FLAG ENGULFS THE TRON VIDEO BEFORE MELTING INTO ANDERSON'S INTENSE FACE. SOME OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF ANDERSON'S SUBMISSION BASED CAREER ARE SHOWN AS HE WALKS WITH AN INTENSE LOOK TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...weighing 222 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Shane 'The Bishop' Anderson!!! SC: You cannot sum this man up without taking about how he turned this division upside down with his in ring presense and execution... SJ: He is a personal hero of mine! JH: And his opponent... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (MASSIVE 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: TO QUOTE...BUSINESS JUST...PICKED UP! SJ: This sassy queer has no chance... Match begins...The tension in the air is thick as Scorpio paces from side to side with his eyes locked on Shane Anderson.  The LHW Champion looks just as focused as the challenger as he rolls his head from side to side and returns the stare of Scorpio with interest.  The referee makes his final checks on both men before signalling for the bell and the match is underway!!  As soon as the bell sounds Scorpio sprints out of the corner with a double leg take down on Anderson and begins hammering down punches, elbows and forearm shots to a massive crowd pop!!  Anderson tries to cover up but Scorpio lands some hard shots before Anderson is able to grab hold of Scorpio’s arm and use it to reverse the position!  Anderson is on top with hard strikes of his own but Scorpio quickly bucks up and throws Anderson off before diving back on him and clamping on a tight side head lock!  Anderson struggles on the mat before getting to his feet.  He fires off a couple of elbow strikes to the mid section and breaks the headlock before shoving Scorpio off and towards the ropes.  Scorpio rebounds, leapfrog by Scorpio, he rebounds, drop down by Anderson, Scorpio leaps onto the middle rope and springboards back with a sunset flip!  Anderson flips over onto his back but Scorpio quickly stands up and swings a kick to the head, Anderson rolls backwards out the way and up onto his feet in one motion but Scorpio charges and smashes him with a high leg lariat to the face!!  Anderson stumbles backwards against the ropes and Scorpio charges with a clothesline but Anderson ducks and tips Scorpio up and over the top rope.  He manages to land on the ring apron and quickly snaps Anderson’s neck across the top rope!  The crowd are right behind the challenger as Anderson staggers back into the middle of the ring.  Scorpio leaps onto the top rope and springboards in, landing on Anderson’s shoulders and snapping him over with a flying headscissors!!  Anderson flies forward and is sent sliding under the bottom rope and to the floor!!  The crowd roar as Scorpio gets to his feet and then charges at the ropes, he nails a baseball slide kick to Anderson which knocks him down.  Scorpio quickly goes to the ring apron and waits for Anderson to stand up before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle and leaping back with a springboard corkscrew moonsault!!!  The crowd reaction is huge as both men are down on the outside!!  Scorpio is the first to his feet and he high fives a couple of fans at ringside before throwing Anderson back into the ring and following him inside.  Anderson is up and he throws a right hand but Scorpio blocks it and fires back with three big right hands of his own!  Scorpio whips Anderson into the corner and then follows up with a running shoulder charge to the midsection and then a quick snap suplex out of the corner.  He floats over into the first cover of the match, 1……2…..Anderson kicks out!!  Scorpio brings him to his feet and hits some hard chops to the chest before sending Anderson crashing to the mat with a spinning leg sweep!  Scorpio then nails a running back senton and goes for the cover again, 1……2….Anderson kicks out again!  This time when Scorpio goes to bring Anderson to his feet the LHW Champion jams a thumb in Scorpio’s eye to some big crowd heat!!  Anderson grabs Scorpio’s trunks and uses leverage to throw Scorpio out between the ropes and to the floor.  The crowd boo loudly as Anderson staggers up and leans in the corner trying to regain his composure and recover from Scorpio’s non stop offence! SC:  Scorpio started this match like a man possessed and no wonder!  He has got revenge on his mind tonight and Shane Anderson and his Light Heavyweight Title are his target! SJ:  Anderson knows exactly what he’s doing.  The man is always thinking.  Maybe he’s letting Scorpio blow through all his energy in the early going and then he’ll pick him apart.  You didn’t think of that did you smart guy? Middle of the match sees...Anderson shakes the cobwebs clear and goes out the ring on the opposite side from Scorpio who is slowly getting to his feet.  Anderson sneaks around behind Scorpio and leaps with a drop kick into the back that knocks Scorpio flying shoulder first into the steel ring post!!  He falls to the ground clutching his right arm and shoulder as Anderson smirks before going wild with stomps and kicks to the arm and shoulder of Scorpio to some huge crowd heat!  Anderson steps back to admire his handiwork before going back to stomping on Scorpio’s right shoulder!!  He brings Scorpio to his feet and gets him in a hammer lock before running Scorpio’s shoulder into the ring barricade.  The referee’s count is at 8 as Anderson throws Scorpio back into the ring.  Anderson looks cocky as hell as Scorpio struggles to get to his feet, obviously heavily favouring his right shoulder.  Anderson steps through the ropes but Scorpio is waiting with a big kick to the middle rope which rebounds into Anderson’s groin to a big crowd pop!!  Scorpio smirks as he grabs Anderson by the ears and drags him to his feet, but Anderson counters with rapid forearm strikes to the side of Scorpio’s head!!  He then grabs the injured right arm, twists it into an arm wringer and then hauls Scorpio down to the mat with brute force!!  Scorpio crashes shoulder first onto the mat and immediately yells in pain as Anderson drops a knee across his chest and then quickly rolls into a cross arm breaker!!!  Scorpio looks in serious pain as Anderson has the arm submission sunk in deep!!  The crowd are going wild in support of Scorpio who is eventually able to roll away from the pressure of the hold and pins Anderson’s shoulders to the mat, 1…….2…..Anderson kicks out as the crowd ‘ohh’ at the close fall!  Both men are up but Anderson is quicker and he boots Scorpio in the mid section before planting him with a fisherman’s suplex with bridge, 1……2….Scorpio kicks out!  Anderson hooks him from behind and nails a German suplex with bridge, 1……..2…..Scorpio kicks out again!!  Anderson grabs Scorpio in a full nelson and then plants him on his head with a dragon suplex!!!  Scorpio looks out cold as Anderson hooks the leg and makes the cover, 1……..2……Scorpio just rolls his shoulder up to a huge crowd pop!!!  Anderson is furious and he leaps to his feet and grabs the referee and begins arguing with him about the count!  The crowd are stamping their feet in support of Scorpio who slowly drags himself up and grabs Anderson with a school boy roll up, 1………2……Anderson kicks out!!  Both men are up Scorpio goes for a clothesline, Anderson ducks, superkick by Scorpio, Anderson catches his foot, he spins Scorpio around and then smashes him across the jaw with a big roaring elbow to the side of the head!!  Scorpio is stunned and sways from side to side as Anderson hits the ropes and leaps with a big spear!!!  He makes the cover on Scorpio, 1………2……Scorpio rolls his shoulder up to another huge crowd pop!!  Anderson doesn’t delay this time in hooking Scorpio in a Kimura!!  He cranks Scorpio’s injured arm behind his back, steps over to increase the pressure and screams at Scorpio to tap out!!!!  The referee is down checking on Scorpio who is yelling in pain as Anderson keeps cranking and pulling on the arm with real viciousness!!  The crowd keep chanting for Scorpio as he struggles across the mat and is able to stretch a leg out and get his foot on the bottom rope!!  The crowd cheer as the referee forces Anderson to release the hold.  He eventually does with the count at 4 which gives Scorpio the chance to roll to the floor and try to recover. SC:  I thought for sure Shane Anderson had this match won with that deadly Kimura.  This is Shane Anderson 101 right here folks.  He’s picked apart Scorpio’s right arm and shoulder for the last ten minutes and he’s only going to increase those attacks until the challenger either taps out or can’t continue. SJ:  That’s what makes him the greatest Light Heavyweight Champion of all time!  Shane Anderson is a ring general and right now he’s fighting the perfect battle.  Look at that little sissy Scorpio out on the floor, I bet he wishes he was at home with the miniature poodle and his Glee box set instead of getting his arm torn apart by Shane Anderson!! SC:  You forget Snoop, under all that glamour, campiness and bizarre behaviour Scorpio is one of the toughest and most resilient wrestlers in the world.  Just ask Phenom if you don’t believe me.  Scorpio will never quit and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than right here, getting his chance at revenge on Shane Anderson!! FINISH...The S-Factor clutching his arm in agony following the brutal submission holds as Anderson stands in the ring staring down at his foe with menace. As Scorpio turns Anderson runs, dropping down with a baseball slide to send Scorpio back into the barricade! Anderson's out of the ring quickly as he grabs the S-Factor, turning him and driving him straight into the barricade head-first with a big smile on his face, before he drags Scorpio out and towards the steel stairs. Anderson places Scorpio leaning over the stairs before he backs up a bit and runs, going for a dropkick to drive Scorpio right into the steel -- but the S-Factor moves and Anderson goes crashing into it all!!! The crowd gasp as Anderson stumbles out, holding his leg in pain and Scorpio runs, using the barricade as springboard to moonsault onto Anderson! Anderson hits the deck as Scorpio double stomps his chest and taunts, hauling Anderson through the ringside area towards the announce tables. He shouts that it's time to finish Anderson off for good as he rips the top of the Spanish Announce table off and positions the steel stairs next to it. As Anderson stirs Scorpio pulls him up to the top of the stairs and he hooks Anderson, looking for the Paparazzi Flash!!! The arena's on their feet as Scorpio goes for the legsweep and flips -- but Anderson manages to keep hold of Scorpio, pushing the S-Factor's head round and hooking it as he runs for a Kryptonite Krunch, going off the stairs and RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! The arena goes MAD as Anderson struggles up to his feet, climbing back into the ring and out again to break the count before he hauls an out cold Scorpio from the wreckage and tosses him into the ring. Anderson covers... ONE... TWO... THRE--NOO!!! Anderson can't believe it as Scorpio's laid on the mat, and immediately he gets to work stomping all over Scorpio's injured arm, breaking it apart bit by bit as Scorpio comes to life and cries out in pain at it. Anderson finally lets up as he turns to the crowd, raising both arms in anger and Scorpio slowly gets to his feet, stumbling back and Anderson turns as Scorpio spots the opportunity and runs -- GLITTERAZZI LARIAT! ANDERSON'S NECK BOUNCES OFF THE MAT AS SCORPIO COVERS... ONE... TWO... THE-- NO!!! Anderson powers his shoulder off the mat and Scorpio can't believe it, holding his arm in pain and frustration. He struggles his way up as Anderson's holding his head, and Scorpio ducks down in the opposite corner, signalling for another Glitterazzi. As Anderson stands and turns Scorpio runs, throwing the arm -- Anderson catches it -- THE CONFESSION! SCORPIO'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO AS SCORPIO STRUGGLES FOR IT, PUTTING HIS FREE ARM UNDER HIS BODY TO PREVENT ANY TAPPING! ANDERSON WRENCHES AS HARD AS HE CAN AND SCORPIO SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN, FINALLY LETTING HIS HAND GO AS HE HOLDS IT UP... TRYING... TO... RESIST. THE HAND FALTERS, SHAKING IN PAIN AS SCORPIO DESPERATELY TRIES, BEFORE HE MANAGES TO REACH OUT WITH THE FREE ARM, CATCHING ANDERSON'S HEAD -- HE SHIFTS THE WEIGHT, PULLING ANDERSON OVER INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN... OOONE... TTWWOOO... THHHREEE!!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Scorpio The arena explodes with cheers as Scorpio wins the match and the title, but Anderson's having none of it as he gets to his feet and grabs at Scorpio's arm, wrenching him right back into The Confession! The crowd boo loudly as Anderson ignores the bell ringing or the referee's attempts to break it, and slowly Scorpio begins to drift out of conciousness from the pain. Suddenly the boos increase ten-fold as Aaron 'The Cobra' comes from the back, struggling slightly after his match earlier, with a steel chair in hand. Roberts hits the ring as Anderson releases the hold and Roberts throws the chair to the ground, signalling for Shane to lift Scorpio up. Shane smirks as he hauls Scorpio up, shoving him in the direction of Aaron who leaps -- AGR TO THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! Scorpio hits the mat, clearly out cold as the crowd boo to hell and Anderson grabs the steel chair, opening it and closing it around Scorpio's injured arm. Aaron climbs to the second rope as Shane drags Scorpio's exposed arm under him, and Aaron works out how far he'd have to jump to double-stomp the steel... SC: Oh my God, NO, you'll break his arm dammit! SJ: Oh no, HOW'S HE SUPPOSED TO DO HIS HAIR WITH ONE ARM?! Come off it Scoop, this is awesome. Aaron makes a big cut-throat gesture as the crowd boo, looking to give his former partner a brutal injury when all of a sudden!!! *'TERRA IN BLACK' - ALISEAN PLAYS* SC: OH MY GOD!!! THE SCORE JUST GOT EVENED THE HELL UP!!! SJ: WHAT THE HELL'S HE DOING HERE?! The crowd go NUTS as from the back comes none other than Desert Sex's Ness!!! Looking ripped and ready to go Ness STORMS the ring as Shane bails out of it and Aaron drops down to the mat, leaving Scorpio's arm unharmed. Ness slides under the bottom rope and goes right for Aaron as Shane reaches in, dragging Aaron out through the ropes as he holds Aaron against the barricade. Ness leans over the top rope, screaming at Aaron that he's gonna get his while Shane does everything he can to stop Aaron going back at it with the former Desert Sex member! Finally Ness leaves the ropes, tending to the out-cold Scorpio and removing the steel chair while Shane and Aaron back up the ramp, shaking their heads and shouting back at Ness and Scorpio... SC: DESERT SEX IS RE-FORMED!!! Ness is out here and just saved Scorpio from those two cowards! SJ: Yeah, and he just made the biggest mistake of his career. Even bigger than teaming with that nancy-boy! (CUT TO LA) MM: My God Scorpio and Anderson...what a contest...what a contest...both kings of the ring in my book, but here right now...we decide our 2011 King...of the Deathmatches... MAIN EVENT: KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - FINAL MATCH - Rangers Rules Match Jack Hondo vs Michael Thunder (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is our final match in the King of the Deathmatch tournament and is a Ranger's Rules Match... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE CROWD CHANT 'THUNDER' AS THE WORD IS SHOUTED IN THE SONG, AND MICHAEL THUNDER STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE. HE SURVEYS THE CROWD, HIS WALK THIS TIME FOCUSED. HIS BODY HEAVILY BANDAGED AND CUT OPEN, MICHAEL THUNDER MEANS BUSINESS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...Michael Thunder!!! MM: Michael Thunder can realize a dream here tonight Tremere... T: Yeah and it was gifted to him by that son of a bitch Makel... P: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO FORGOES THE RUN OUT AND WALKS OUT. HE IS SUCKING IN AIR AND LOOKING JUST AS WORN DOWN AS THUNDER.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...Jack Hondo!!! MM: Jack Hondo from the small high school gyms of RKW...here he is on this stage tonight. T: He went through hell to get here, I will give him that... Match begins...The timer clock descends down to the centre of the ring hanging above the Ranger’s Rules cage. Both Thunder and Hondo look up at it as it descends, knowing one of them will beat the clock and the other will not on route to being the King of the Deathmatches 2011. Hondo and Thunder begin to circle before engaging in a lock up, Thunder gains control with a sideheadlock, but Hondo picks him up into a back suplex position, he walks around the ring a little bit with Thunder and then KABOOM one of the landmines goes off and the crowd, sadistically cheer as Hondo drops Thunder and tends to his now bleeding leg and torn wrestling boot. Thunder gets back up to his feet and pulls Hondo to his. Thunder chops Hondo towards the corner and then looks to throw him into it, but Hondo puts the reverse on and Thunder goes slamming into a C4 explosion. He takes two steps back and then falls flat on his back in pain landing on a mine in the process as the fans chant ‘THIS IS HARDCORE’ over and over again. Hondo doesn’t waste any time and begins to climb the cage realizing the double impact of explosives might well have his counter part out for the count. Slowly Hondo drags himself up the steel, clawing for the top of the cage as the clock shows that 3 of the allotted 15 minutes have already passed. Thunder slowly manages to push himself up from the mat, blood dripping from his back as the crowd gasp at the wounds. Thunder stumbles about, catching a glimpse of Hondo going for the early victory and he runs, clubbing Hondo and bringing him back down to the mat with a modified bomb! As Hondo slowly struggles up Thunder runs, catching him with a clothesline before he drops Hondo with a back suplex. Slowly Thunder struggles to his feet and goes for the cage wall, trying to climb it with all his strength. As he makes it part way up Hondo makes it to his feet, dropkicking Thunder's back causing Thunder to fall off the top and right onto Hondo's exposed knees! Thunder struggles to his feet as Hondo goes for the irish whip, but Thunder counters sending Hondo back-first into the barbed wire ropes and the steel cage wall! Hondo stumbles forward, his back torn up as Thunder wrenches him down with a HUGE DDT getting a massive "oooooh!" from the crowd. MM: So far so Hardcore, your thoughts Trem? T: I've been through some Hardcore stuff in my time Mac, and with those early explosions I'm impressed these two aren't blown apart yet! Middle of the match sees... The clock now reading 6 minutes have gone as Thunder is in control of the match and he looks to try and escape again, looking to the top of the cage. Thunder uses one of the corners to climb up before he shimmies across the barbed wire acting as ring rope, however before he can climb out Hondo reaches out, grabbing at Thunder's leg. Hondo pulls back with all his might, bringing Thunder down face-first onto the barbed wire and as Thunder stumbles back Hondo catches him with a big snap suplex, detonating one of the mines underneath both men!!! The crowd go mad as the dust settles showing both wrestlers out of in the ring, blood beginning to cover the scene as they struggle through the most barbaric match type in wrestling history. The referee looks to both men, seeming concerned as they try to fight their way up. Hondo's up first and he shoulder blocks Thunder back before catch him with a scoop slam, dropping Thunder on the debris from the last landmine. Hondo then begins to ascend the side of the wall in the corner as Thunder desperately attempts to push his way up.  Somehow Thunder manages to do it as he runs, clubbing at Hondo's back and stopping the ascent in time to save the match-up. Thunder then looks to bring Hondo down, but Hondo turns and kicks him square in the jaw! Thunder stumbles back as Hondo quickly crosses his chest and leaps with a huge seated senton from part way off the cage! Thunder and Hondo hit the mat to a huge ovation as Hondo hauls Thunder up on his shoulders and runs with a massive death valley driver! Hondo in firm control goes to climb back in the same corner as he begins his assault, when all of a sudden he gets his footing wrong-- KABOOM! One of the C4s in his corner goes off, sending Hondo flying off the top back to the match! The crowd gives a big "Holy Shit" as both Hondo and Thunder are out in the middle of the ring with 12 minutes now passed!!! T: It's getting close now, these two need to dig deep and try and pull it out... MM: Hondo robbed there by the C4, the same C4 that almost cost Thunder early on, it's still all the play for here but which of these two is going home as the King? FINISH...Both men stir to their feet as Thunder is up first. He stalks up behind Hondo and hooks him for the Fire In The Eyes, but Hondo elbows his way out! Hondo turns as he headbutts Thunder, who headbutts Hondo straight back again! Hondo then grabs Thunder's head, slamming it into the barbed wire ropes before Thunder elbows at Hondo's gut and drives Hondo into the barbed wire, throwing a knee at Hondo's head for good measure! 13 minutes left on the clock as Hondo stumbles out and Thunder grabs him -- FIRE IN THE EYES!!! BUT HONDO'S STRAIGHT BACK UP AGAIN ON ABSOLUTE PURE ADRENALINE AND THUNDER TURNS AS HE'S NAILED WITH THE PUMP-HONDO-SLAM!!! Hondo collapses to the mat alongside Thunder as the clock begins to run down... 13:25 Both men slowly begin to stir, Hondo rolling to one side of the ring and Thunder to the other, both men completely drained from the brutality of the matches they've had to endure throughout this touranament. 13:40 Hondo gets a hand on the cage as Thunder reaches up and places a boot on the barbed wire. Bit by bit both men stand, each gripping the steel of the cage and using the barbed wire like a ladder, neither giving the other a glance. Thunder pushes up as Hondo drags himself onto the top of the barbed wire, and Thunder's reaching for the top of the cage. 14:10 Thunder gets a hold on top as Hondo uses the corner to elevate himself, too getting both arms around the top. Each man hauls himself up, both now perilously clinging to the top of the steel cage with both arms, their legs beginning to dangle over the top as blood drips steadily from both men. Thunder swings himself around, now hanging outside of the cage as Hondo does the same, and the arena splits into a 50-50 "Let's go Hondo!!!/Let's go Thunder!!!" chant! 14:35 Both slowly begin to make their way down, knowing a simple let-go could cause any manner of injuries. Thunder moves down a few rungs as Hondo feels for his footing and descends. 14:50... Thunder moves his leg down as Hondo gets his hand gripped lower... 14:55... Hondo pushes himself down as Thunder clings on, looking for the fastest way to try and get out... 5... Hondo moves down some more as Thunder gets a good footing... 4... 3... both men are so close as they look across the ring at each other... 2... Thunder and Hondo both look to the clock and both drop as... 1... THE ENTIRE CAGE OF C-4 EXPLODES IN THE RING, BLASTING BOTH MEN FREE OF THE SIDES OF THE CAGE!!! ALMOST AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME JACK HONDO AND MICHAEL THUNDER HIT THE OUTSIDE AS THE CROWD'S IN SHOCK AND SMOKE BILLOWS FROM THE STEEL!!! A huge "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" chant blasts out from the crowd as the referees at ringside check on both men. TFWF's head referee for the tournament walks over to Pez before going to the various cameras at ringside. P: Ladies and gentlemen I've been informed that this one will go down to an instant video replay! The tron comes to life with a split-screen shot of the explosion and both men falling to the outside. The referee gets onto a radio to the production truck, and the split-screen re-appears this time in slow motion. The crowd watches intently as the explosion blasts and both men fall from the cage, and the screen freezes on the first man hitting the floor, showing... P: Ladies and gentlemen, your King of the Deathmatches 2011... MICHAEL THUNNNNDDEERRR!!! Winner, via both feet hitting the outside first, and 2011 King of the Deathmatches: Michael Thunder MM: Thunder did it! Thunder's the King! A valiant effort from Jack Hondo and it literally came down to milliseconds, but somehow the veteran is our new King of the Deathmatches! T: I'll tell you how, some help from Sandy Makel that's how! MM: You can't take anything away from Thunder, he went through three gruelling matches to be here, and now he's got the crown to show for it. What does this mean for Thunder and what does it mean for the runner-up, Jack Hondo? As both men eventually get helped up by EMTs, Hondo shrugs off their help to raise the hand of Michael Thunder to the approval of the crowd who begin chanting 'Thunder' with the music... (CUT TO NY.) SC: And your 2011 King of the Deathmatches. Michael Thunder! What a win!!! SJ: They might be King, but who is going to be the World Champion? SC: A question which has been on the fan's of the T.F.W.F.'s lips for sometime now...let's go to Jaycee... MAIN EVENT: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship: Phenom (c) vs MDK vs Joel Bryant (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *'CHARLIE BIG POTATO' - SKUNK AND ANASIE PLAYS* (DECENT 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...MDK!!! SC: The number one contender... SJ: (interupting) THE LEGIT number one contender...not like Joel Bryant who weasled his way into this match... JH: And his opponent... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds... 'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! SJ: WEASEL!!! WEASEL!!! SC: Sit down! JH: And their opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (SEAT SHAKING CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion... Phenom!!! SC: I have no idea how this is match is going to go. SJ: I'd imagine it will go down to who wins vs. who loses. SC: ... Match begins...with all three me eyeing each other in the ring. Phenom has a rather confident smirk on his face, gesturing for both men to bring it on. Joel Bryant and MDK look to each other and head right for Phenom to a huge roar from the crowd. At the last second, however, we see MDK stop and hurriedly pull back, letting Joel and the much bigger Phenom duke it out, themselves. Watching on, MDK narrows his eyes at Phenom and Bryant going blow-for-blow, here. Bryant is putting up a hell of a fight, but the "New York Nightmare's" strength is just too much at the beginning of the match. After steeling himself from a flurry of Bryant's blow, Phenom smacks Bryant hard with a clubbing blow to the back that stuns him momentarily. Grabbing the former Crazyman by the hair, Phenom hits a big knee lift to the stomach before Irish whipping Bryant into the ropes for a big boot that connects flush. Mixed reaction for Phenom as he stalks over Bryant's body, but here comes MDK sneaking up behind him! He goes to hit Phenom from behind, but Phenom turning around quickly with a lariat that nearly takes MDK's head off! Big pop from the crowd as MDK's back up and frantically stumbles towards the a set of turnbuckles. Phenom in pursuit with some big elbow shots to the temple, before slinging him to the opposite corner! Phenom dashing towards MDK and WHAT A CLOTHESLINE FROM PHENOM! MDK nearly flying over the turnbuckles with that hard shot! SC: Whether you love him or hate him, Snoop -- Phenom is making sure no one's getting that title tonight! SJ: This is all a part of MDK's plan, partner. Just you watch! SC: Not if Joel Bryant has anything to say about it! SJ: Oh, please, I'm surprised if Bryant can even spell his name after tonight. Middle of the match sees...Phenom's stamina starting to wane a little bit, as both opponents tonight seem more than intent on winning, tonight. With Phenom losing a little bit of steam, his power game is temporarily compromised as Bryant's durability is proving to be his greatest asset. After kicking out from a high-impact vertical suplex from the big man, Bryant looks to be hurt but still pacing himself incredibly well. Reversing an Irish whip, Bryant ducks another big clothesline and instead goes low with a kick to the stomach, followed up by a bounce on the ropes and a spinning neck breaker that spins Phenom nearly out of his boots! The crowd, firmly behind Bryant, soon turning their attention to MDK who sees his window and assaults Bryant with a series of hard kicks and stomps. Bring Bryant up to his feet, MDK tries to lock in an MMA-styled arm bar, but having trained against that with Viktor Kovalenko, Bryant manages to slip out and lift MDK off the canvas into an improvised powerbomb! Cover from Bryant, but a shoulder up from MDK to the crowd's chagrin. Both men going at it again blow-for-blow, but here's MDK with a well-timed counter shot into a downward spiral! Cover from MDK but NO -- kickout from Bryant! MDK's relentless here tonight as he pulls Bryant up from the mat by his hair -- but Bryant with an uppercut to the kidney! MDK's stunned! Bryant pulling him down and locking him up for a piledriver, but MDK refuses to budge! What's this?! PHENOM WITH A RUNNING YAKUZA KICK TO BRYANT'S HEAD! HE GRABS MDK NOW FROM BEHIND AND -- HUGE HIGH-ANGLE BACK SUPLEX THAT DROPS MDK RIGHT ON HIS NECK! SC: All three men giving their heart and soul for the fans out here, tonight! SJ: Oh, boy -- do we have paramedics on hand? Just saying. FINISH...Sees the back and forth action continue as MDK manages to get the upper-hand with a low blow to Joel Bryant before he turns right into a massive european uppercut from Phenom who stands over both his challengers with an angry look on his face. As Bryant stumbles to his feet Phenom hooks him up for a snap suplex, before he drops into a gordbuster bringing Bryant down on his face, and MDK breaks the following pin. MDK then drags Bryant up and drops him with a powerslam, only for the pin to be broken by Phenom. As MDK stands he turns, staring down Phenom with a smirk on his face, and Phenom says to bring it. The pair run right at one another, locking up as Phenom goes for the Final Destination immediately, but MDK elbows his way out of it and he grabs Phenom for the Hellshot, Phenom too elbowing out of it. MDK turns as Bryant runs, and MDK throws him with a back body drop right into a spinebuster from Phenom!!! Phenom stands, staring down at Bryant as he turns -- HELLSHOT FROM MDK! MDK covers, looking to bring the World Title to ORC... one... two... Bryant reaches out and grabs MDK's legs, dragging him off and locking him straight into the Cuyahoga River Fire! MDK screams out in pain, desperately trying for the ropes as he digs deep not to tap. Bryant wrenches back and the crowd are hot, realising Bryant is SO close to becoming the new Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, but as he pulls back even harder he feels a hand around his throat!!! Phenom's there, grabbing Bryant as he lifts him clean up, turning -- DRIVING BRYANT DOWN WITH THE FINAL DESTINATION RIGHT ONTO THE ALMOST-SUBMITTED MDK!!! Both challengers are down as Phenom rolls Bryant off of MDK, covering... one... two... THREE!!!! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Phenom SC: Phenom dug deep there and manages to keep the championship! SJ: MDK GOT SCREWED!!! Phenom takes the TFWF Championship, raising it above his head as the crowd give him a mixed reaction, half booing Phenom winning, half cheering MDK not winning. Phenom turns to leave the ring as the crowd go MAD with boos and the entire One Ring Circus comes out from the back! They pile down to the ring, each climbing onto one side of the apron with Phenom trapped in the middle and the TFWF World Championship over his shoulder. Phenom gets the referee to find him a microphone, and he takes it as he looks around the ring at the ORC members... P: I might have pinned your so-called leader tonight, but it's not me you want. I have the title, but I'm not running around trying to end you... the man you want is the one lying right THERE. The crowd boo loudly as Phenom points at Bryant, and the ORC nod their heads. Phenom's allowed to leave the ring as he backs up the ramp, raising the title above his head while the rest of the ORC climb through the ropes into the ring. Slowly MDK and Bryant begin to make their way up, MDK smiling as he sees the rest of the One Ring Circus by him. Legion hands him a microphone as MDK takes it, surveying the situation and his gaze falls on Joel Bryant. MDK: You... YOU... if it wasn't for you I'd be the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion! Oh you've earned this... ORC... TAKE HIM DOWN!!! The crowd boo heavily as the ORC surround Bryant who looks from one to the other, when all of a sudden MASSIVE cheers explode from Joey Lupino and Jose Ramon vaulting the barrier. Both men pile into the ring and immediately go for the ORC! Lupino trades shots with Legion as Ramon goes right for Rampage, but before either can get the upper hand MDK clubs at Lupino's back and Cruz kicks Ramon's injured leg out. Lupino stumbles back and MDK downs him with a Hellshot as Cruz spins and roundhouses Ramon with the loaded kickpad to huge boos! Bryant struggles round and aims for MDK, but Wilson nails him from behind with the Dust to Dust to the back of his head, and Bryant falls right into another Hellshot fromMDK. MDK stares down at Bryant, Ramon and Lupino before picking up the microphone. MDK: It's only just beginning... Charlie Big Potato plays out as MDK, Domingo Cruz, Ash Wilson, Rick Rampage and Legion each grab arms and raise them above their heads, standing over the bodies of the fallen reistances. MDK smirks widely as the crowd rains down huge amounts of boos on the One Ring Circus, none of them breaking from the pose. (END SHOW.)