DATE: 29th September 2011 Thursday Torcher - from Minneapolis, Minnesota - Williams Arena
*'UP AROUND THE BEND' – CREEDENCE CLEAR WATER REVIVAL PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE 3 FOR 3 WINS FOR THE ORC ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS ALL THE FALL OUT FROM MONDAY NIGHT MAYHEM INCLUDING EARL'S SHOCKING ANNOUNCEMENT.] (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE TORCHER VENUE. THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SUCH SIGNS AS ‘JOEL BRYANT BANKRUPTED THE INJURY CLAIM LINE’, ‘EARL'S MOOBS FOR PRESIDENT’ AND ‘NIGHT HAWK AT ANNIHILATION!!!’ FINALLY THE SHOT SETTLES ON THE COMMENTARY TEAM OF MAHONEY MCMILLIAN AND TFWF HALL OF FAMER TORCH AT RINGSIDE.) MM: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to yet another edition of Thursday Night Torcher, and what a show we’ve got coming up for you. As per usual we’re full with TFWF action, but before all that, a big welcome to my broadcast colleague, Torch! T: Once again it’s great to be here, and after Mayhem, how could you not be excited for Torcher? Undoubtedly the biggest news coming out of Mayhem is that the Earl of Cleveland has completely stepped down, but as his final act he placed TFWF legend Night Hawk in Fallen Angel’s corner for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship match at Autumn Annihilation. That’s something that will most likely tonight the blockbuster main event we’ve got coming up… MM: That’s right folks, tonight’s main event sees not one, not two, not three, but FOUR champions in action as the Hardcore Champion, Joel Bryant, teams up with the World Champion, Fallen Angel, to take on the North American Champion, Drake Mosa, and the European Champion, Legacy. It’s a hell of a match coming up, but with bitter rivals lurking in the wings such as the One Ring Circus, Jonny Briggs, Joey Lupino and Scorpio… is there much chance of this one turning out as a clear-cut affair? T: With the sort of people lurking like Briggs and the One Ring Circus, I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to get involved. But one the One Ring Circus is definitely involved in would be Exile’s match, as he’s going against one of the men his colleagues will be defending their Tag Team Championships against, Jason Proctor! MM: Proctor has already shown himself to be a great talent here in the TFWF, wrestling some extremely competitive matches with the likes of Darrius King and then forcing the beast known as Shagrath to submit last week. A victory over the likes of Exile would do so much for the psychological game going up against Viktor Kovalenko and Rick Rampage, especially after the chilling words Kovalenko had for their challengers on Mayhem… T: And the other challenger will be kicking off the wrestling action tonight, as the so-far undefeated Leander Apollo takes on the #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship, Dragon Demonico! Both have been on an absolute roll as of late, with Demonico looking to ride a wave of momentum we he and Phenom clash at Autumn Annihilation, but another victory for Apollo would surely strike fear into the seemingly fearless Rampage and Kovalenko. MM: And speaking of striking fear into men… I’m being told one of the scariest guys in the TFWF today is on his way out here… *’SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION’ - MEGADEATH PLAYS* (THE CROWD BOO HUGELY AS LEGACY STEPS OUT, STARING DOWN THE FANS AS HIS HUGE STRUCTURE CASTS AN OMINOUS SHADOW DOWN THE STAGE. HE DOESN’T EVEN EMOTE TO THE CROWD, SIMPLY HOLDING THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP ON HIS SHOULDER AS HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH HIS HEAD HELD HIGH, SMIRKING SLIGHTLY AS HE LOOKS TO THE CROWD RAIL IN THE AREA THAT HE NEARLY DESTROYED SCORPIO LAST WEEK. HE CLIMBS INTO THE RING, TAKING A MICROPHONE AS THE FANS ARE STILL BOOING HIM TO DEATH.) L: Last week, you all saw the reason the world fears me, and the reason they call me the Historian of Violence. Last week I took your precious S-Factor, and I made him realise just what he’s getting into. Last week I simply walked out of my match, because it was beneath me… I am the European Championship… I am the biggest and most dominant force in the TFWF, I don’t need to worry about getting pinfalls on Mayhem or Torcher because the world KNOWS what I can do. I’m Legacy, the man that’s already destroyed a former World Champion and tonight will destroy the current World Champion… (HE SMIRKS, LOOKING ROUND THE HATING CROWD.) L: That is, of course, if I even waste my time with tonight’s match. Yet again I’m booked in the kind of match that is beneath me, because it’s a foregone conclusion now. If Legacy is in the ring, and if Legacy chooses to wrestle the whole match, it only ever goes one way. Even if it’s not a match, I still come out here and kick the heads off of your special little pin-ups, the men that you’ve decided are the ones to cheer for because they appeal to your sense of being lowlife, degenerate scum. (MASSIVE HEAT FOR THE HISTORIAN OF VIOLENCE.) L: People like Scorpio, the scraping at the bottom of the barrel, a man that never grew big enough to be a REAL wrestler, so he chose to spend his time running about, using “aerial manoeuvres” and “agility” to try and overcome his opponents. This, what you’re looking at, is a wrestler. When Scorpio is in the ring, you’re looking at an acrobat in sparkly tights, dazzling you so you can’t tell he’s nothing more than a wannabe circus performer! (LEGACY RAISES THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP TO PROVE HIS POINT, AND THE FANS BEGIN A BIG CHANT FOR THE S-FACTOR, HOWEVER HE DOESN’T APPEAR. LEGACY SIMPLY LAUGHS AS HE SURVEYS THE FANS.) L: He’s not coming out, he’s NEVER coming back out. You see last Monday I saw him hold his back, it may have only been for a few seconds but I’m a highly trained warrior, I can sense that kind of subtle movement a mile away. On Thursday I came out here, kicked his head off and took whatever injury he was trying to hide and made it a hundred times worse. They say he had to be carried out of the arena… they say he’s not even made it to the arena tonight. Your S-Factor has been finished with one attack, that’s all it took to put him down, because I am the Monster of the TFWF… (HE PAUSES FOR A FEW SECONDS.) L: Only this monster isn’t under your bed or in your wardrobe, this monster is REAL, and this monster can destroy a man in a matter of seconds. Where is your S-Factor? He’s old news now, a vague pink memory, doused in glitter and the stench of failure. To the Championship Committee, you had best find me a new victim for Autumn Annihilation, because the old one is nothing more than a pathetic, broken-down cripple. I am a monster, I am a true wrestler, and I am a Legacy. (HE DROPS THE MICROPHONE, HAVING DELIVERED THE MESSAGE HE WANTED TO BEFORE HE CLIMBS OUT OF THE RING, BACKING UP THE RAMP. LEGACY ONCE AGAIN RAISES THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP ABOVE HIS HEAD, STARING AT THE GUARD RAIL ONCE AGAIN AS HE CONTINUES TO TAUNT THE FANS, NOW REACHING THE STAGE. FINALLY LEGACY TURNS BACK TO FACE THE RING, THE TITLE IN THE AIR -- WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN A MASSIVE CHEER GOES UP!) MM: It’s Scorpio! And he’s got a chair in hand, ready to dish out some revenge for last week’s heinous assault! T: Doesn’t look like he’s crippled to me! (THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE AS SCORPIO, DRESSED IN STREET WEAR, PRIMES THE CHAIR READY BEHIND LEGACY WHO TURNS -- AND EATS A SHOT TO THE FACE! HE DROPS THE TITLE, STAGGERING BACK AS SCORPIO RUNS, CRASHING THE CHAIR INTO HIS GUT TO DOUBLE THE GIANT OVER. FINALLY SCORPIO GRABS AT LEGACY’S HAIR, WRENCHING IT BACK AS HE SHOUTS AT THE BEHEMOTH, AND HE SWINGS THE CHAIR RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF LEGACY’S HEAD, DROPPING HIM TO ONE KNEE! THE FANS ARE GOING WILD AS SCORPIO’S EYES ARE WIDE AND RAGING, VEINS POPPING ON HIS NECK AND HIS KNUCKLES GOING WHITE WITH THE GRIP ON THE CHAIR. LEGACY LOOKS DAZED AS A STAGEHAND RUNS OVER WITH A MICROPHONE, BUT SCORPIO’S SHOUTING IS ALMOST ENOUGH TO BE HEARD…) S: COME ON BIG MAN! COME KICK MY FUCKING HEAD OFF… COME DESTROY MY BACK AND CRIPPLE ME… I FUCKING DARE YOU!!! (LEGACY SLOWLY PUSHES UP FROM HIS ONE KNEE, PUSHING HIS HAIR BACK TO FACE SCORPIO, WHO SWINGS THE CHAIR TO SLAY GOLIATH! LEGACY FALLS TO HIS SIDE, COLLAPSING ONTO THE STAGE AND SCORPIO STARES DOWN. HE DROPS THE CHAIR, CALMING SLIGHTLY AS HE LOOKS TO THE DROPPED EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP, THEN BACK TO LEGACY BEFORE HE GOES TO WALK OFF -- ONLY FOR LEGACY TO BEGIN TO GET UP!) T: WHAT?! MM: This is… oh my God is he even HUMAN?! How is Legacy standing after the barrage of chairshots?! (SCORPIO ALMOST LOOKS LIKE HE’S SEEN A GHOST AS HE GOES PALE, SHAKING HIS HEAD AND LEGACY GETS TO HIS FEET, ENRAGED BUT SEEMINGLY UNSCATHED! SCORPIO TURNS AS LEGACY RUNS, LOOKING FOR THE IDENTITY ERASER -- IT’S DUCKED -- AGR! SCORPIO LANDS THE AGR ON THE STAGE, AND LEGACY HITS THE STEEL, APPARENTLY OUT COLD IN AN INSTANT. THE CROWD GO WILD AS LEGACY IS FACE-DOWN ON THE STAGE NOT MOVING, BUT SOON THE CHEERING SLOWLY DIES DOWN…) MM: Guys, Scorpio’s barely moving after giving that AGR. I think we need some medical attention down here… (THE CROWD ARE QUIET, WATCHING CLOSELY AS LEGACY REMAINS OUT OF IT WHILE SCORPIO TRIES TO PUSH HIMSELF UP, SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN AND FALLING TO THE FLOOR REPEATEDLY. A COUPLE OF REFEREES COME OUT, TRYING TO TALK TO THE S-FACTOR AND HELP HIM UP, BUT HE PUSHES THEM AWAY, DETERMINED TO STAND ON HIS OWN. HE HOLDS AT HIS BACK AS HE GETS TO ONE KNEE, CRYING OUT IN AGONY BEFORE HE MANAGES TO PUSH UP, STAGGERING FORWARD A FEW PACES BEFORE HE COLLAPSES AGAINST THE SET, LEANING ON IT TO STAND UP. HE LOOKS BACK TO LEGACY, MAKING A CUT-THROAT GESTURE TO HUGE CHEERS BEFORE HE STAGGERS BACKSTAGE, LOOKING IN IMMENSE PAIN.) T: Well Scorpio sent the message, and once again the AGR has brought Legacy crashing down, but at what cost? MM: I still can’t get over how Legacy just stood up from those chairshots, but after that AGR Scorpio was almost unable to move by himself. Whatever was there originally that Legacy made worse this time last week, it could have just taken another turn downhill for the S-Factor… we’ll try and get some updates later on… [HYPE VIDEO: 'THE FAIL AND FURTHER FAIL OF THE VWF' OUT MONDAY DISCONTIUNED MONDAY EVENING.] Dragon Demonico vs Leander Apollo (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THE WORLD WITHOUT LOGOS' - YASHUI ISHII PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FILLS UP WITH IMAGE OF A RED COMET BURNING THROUGH THE GALAXY BEFORE THE NAME LEANDER APOLLO FLASHES ACROSS THE SCREEN. APOLLO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THRUSTS HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE AREA.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Columbus, Ohio...weighing 227 pounds...The Red Comet' Leander Apollo. MM: Apollo seems to be on a bit of a high here in the T.F.W.F.. T: Guys got a lot of potential Mac and I am interested to see where this tag team with Proctor goes. P: And his opponent... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (NICE CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A DRAGON CAN BE SEEN ON THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. RED PUFFS OF PYROS EXPLODE AS DEMONICO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING FOCUSED.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! MM: Dragon gave that intense promo on Monday Mayhem and then watched Phenom beat by Georgie Nickles. T: AC Thunder will be remembering that loss as well...hahahaha. FINISH...Great opening match as the action goes back and forth. Apollo once more shows what he can bring to the table against the more savy Demonico who has had experience in greater fold in the T.F.W.F. ring, Apollo even has the occassion were he looks set to win this one, but Demonico has the odd ace up his sleeve and is able to counter into the 'Dragon Spike' which alllows him to get the win. Winner, via pinfall: Dragon Demonico Match Time: 7m44s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars After the match Demonico helps Apollo to his feet and the two shake hands. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (AS WE OPEN, WE SEE THE MASKED MARVEL IN THE INTERVIEW AREA WITH SNIFF. ALTHOUGH HE HAS A BRIGHT SMILE ON HIS FACE COMING OFF LAST WEEK'S VICTORY, HE IS IN OBVIOUS PAIN AS HE IS CLUTCHING HIS BACK FROM LAST WEEK'S ATTACK BY SANGRATH.) S: Marvel, last week after a confrontation between you and Kenny Freeman, both of you were attacked by the impressive newcomer from Finland known as Shagrath. What do you think his motivations are behind his attack? MM: Well it is simple, Sniff...he is from Finland, a country where absolutely nothing of interest occours. I mean, NOTHING. What is Finland known for? I really would like to be clued on what makes Finland so interesting. Shagrath obviously wishes he were born somewhere else, so when he stumbled upon me casually talking to that twitter geek last week, dressed in red, white, and blue, clearly the man became enraged at the fact that he could never be the Masked Marvel...so he surprised attacked me and left me lying. I still won my match that night, mind you, but I was pretty sore! And I guess he attacked Freeman because nobody likes that weiner. S: So do you feel a match against Shagrath is in your future? (THE MASKED MARVEL RUBS HIS CHIN, THINKING ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH A MATCH.) TMM: Hmm...perhaps, young Sniff, but that is not my highest priority right now. What I am interested in, however, is a DEBATE. S: A...debate?! (THE MASKED MARVEL SHAKES HIS HEAD.) TMM: Of course. Since I proved myself to be in my athletic prime last week by beating a former World champion in Joey Lupino, I now wish to prove to the TFWF masses that I am also in my intellectual prime by competing in a debate against not only Shagrath, but also Kenny Freeman, who I feel like humiliating as well. Once I trounce them both I will prove to the masses that I am the greatest mind and also the greatest athlete of all time. S: Well...debates usually have topics...do you have one in mind for next week? TMM: Indeed I do...and it is a very relevant topic, mind you. Because in 2012, we will be electing a new president, and- S: Well, Obama is running too, you know. (THE MASKED MARVEL IGNORES SNIFF COMPLETELY AND CONTINUES.) TMM: Right, new president in 2012. We have many people gunning for the GOP nomination...but two I feel have the best chance of winning, not only because of their charm and intellect, but also because of their sharp, political wit. That is why next week the topic will be "Who Do You Think The Masked Marvel Should Vote For in 2012?" S: So...you're participating in your own debate over who you're voting for next year for President. TMM: Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, I have TONS of work to do for this event...or Charles does. Yes, Charles has a lot of work to do... (MASKED MARVEL WALKS OFF THE SET AS SNIFF HAS AN ODD LOOK ON HIS FACE, WONDERING WHAT HAD JUST OCCOURED.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE SEE BOTH MEMBERS OF HORIZONS, DANTE RIVERS AND ALEX FLARE, SITTING IN THEIR LOCKER ROOM, CASUALLY TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER TAG TEAM THAT HAS JUST ENTERED THE TFWF...) DR: Right. I mean, their names are the SAN DIEGO SEAGULLS. Who the hell comes up with a name like that? Honestly, man, with a name like that, there's ZERO intimidation factor here. AF: Completely agree. They might feel big for getting a TFWF contract, but that means jack squat until they face us. They're NOTHING. ???: Oh, really? (JUST AS SOON AS FLARE FINISHES HIS SENTENCE, CHARLIE SCRIPPS AND KATE HORTON WALK IN, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE SAN DIEGO SEAGULLS. HORIZONS MAKE IT TO THEIR FEET AND THE FOUR STAND FACE TO FACE, NONE OF THEM RETREATING.) CS: Well, we just happened to be walking by when we heard you two talking up a big game. KH: Some awfully big words for a team that's been here two entire months longer than us... DR: We KNOW that we're the better team around here...perhaps we outta show them what we're talking about here, Alex... AF: I guess so... (THE TWO APPEAR READY TO STRIKE, BUT BEFORE THEY CAN THE SEAGAULLS IMMEDIATELY RESPOND BY ATTACKING HORIZONS WITH SOME PUNCHES. HOWEVER BOTH MEMBERS OF HORIZONS RECOVER ENOUGH TO GET THE ADVANTAGE, SPEARING BOTH HORTON AND SCRIPPS TO THE FLOOR AND EXCHANGING SOME PUNCHES OF THEIR OWN. OUT OF NOWHERE, HOWEVER, BOTH MEMBERS OF OLD SCHOOL STLYE RUN INTO THE ROOM AND MAKE A BEELINE TWOARDS BOTH MEMBERS OF HORIZONS, RESPONDING WITH SOME KICKS AND PUNCHES OF THEIR OWN. KNOWING THAT ITS NOW A 4 ON 2 ADVANTAGE, HORIZONS QUICKLY DODGE THE INCOMING FIRE AND DASH OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM, HEADING FOR HIGHER GROUND. OLD SCHOOL STLYE EXTEND THEIR HANDS TO HELP UP THE SEAGULLS, BUT BOTH MEMBERS REFUSE AND MAKE IT TO THEIR FEET ON THEIR OWN ACCORD.) CS: Hey, look- we dont need you fighting our own battles, ok? (BOTH MEMBERS OF OSS CHUCKLE.) AM: Well, it sure as hell looks like you two needed our help, getting your asses kicked like that. KH: Maybe you two should find a hobby rather than getting into things that don't concern you. SJ: Hey- we're the former champs around here in case you forgot, ma'am...this IS our business, and don't neither of you forget it... (BOTH TEAMS STARE DOWN ONE ANOTHER AS TENSIONS CONTINUE TO RISE BETWEEN THEM AS THE ACTION FADES OUT.) MM: Problems in the tag division...and a debate to look forward to. T: Can we vote for Marvel just to leave the T.F.W.F.? (RINGSIDE.) Jason Proctor vs Exile (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...Exile!!! MM: Exile was plain awful last week... T: Rumour has it that Exile's result didn't sit well with the rest of the ORC. P: And his opponent... *'REQUIEM FOR A TOWER' PLAYS* (GOOD CROWD POP AS JASON PROCTOR WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. HIS TRON VIDEO A BASIC MONTAGE OF HIS IN RING FIGHT ABILITY FROM CAGE FIGHTING AND THE MMA WORLD. A COLD STARE AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AS THE CROWD ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Orlando, Florida...weighing 221 pounds...Jason Proctor!!! MM: In comparison to this man who has shown us a lot since he got here. T: Right attitude and hell of an athelete! FINISH...Its over in seconds as Proctor takes down Exile and slaps on the 'Killer Klutch' and Exile taps immediately. Winner, via submission: Jason Proctor Match Time: 0m5s Match Rating: 1 Star Exile writhes in pain as a shot goes backstage to show members of the ORC not looking impressed. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (OPEN TO THE MEDICAL CENTER OF THE ARENA WHERE WE SEE JOEY BRYANT SITTING ON A TABLE WITH DR. RIVERIA WHILE SCOWLING SOMEWHAT. THE DOCTOR IS LOOKING OVER SOME PAPERS WITH AN X-RAY OF JOEL’S HEAD, FROWNING THE WHOLE TIME.) JB:So tell me the news, Doc. DR:I’m afraid that your condition is getting dangerously close to ‘worst possible scenario.’ If you engage in any more hardcore matches, you risk more than just your career – you’re putting your life in your own hands. The next random chair shot could put you in a coma… or worse. (JOEL SLOWLY SLIDES OFF THE TABLE, HIS ANGER RADIATING OFF HIM.) DR:Should I explain things to Lily? (BRYANT SIMPLY STORMS OUT OF THE ROOM WITH DR. RIVERIA LOOKING CONCERNED AFTER BRYANT. WE PAN OVER AROUND THE CORNER WHERE WE SEE A SINISTER GRIN ATTACHED TO THE FACE OF JOHNNY BRIGGS, VERY CLOSE TO THE VERGE OF RUBBING HIS HANDS TOGETHER.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO JACK HONDO CHATTING WITH ONE OF THE TFWF CREW WHEN WE SEE KURT DAWSON COME UP TO GREET HIM. KURT PATS HONDO ON THE SHOULDER, WHO GIVES A SLIGHT WINCE BEFORE TURNING TO GREET KURT.) JH:What’s up? KD:Heard you’re having some soreness after what happened with Darrius King. Doing alright? JH:Been better. Just the hazards you take when messin’ with a big boy. KD:Nothing too serious? JH:Nah, I should be plenty fine before Autumn Annihilation. (JUST THEN, WE SEE PETER FILE COME UP WITH A LARGE BOX ADDRESSED TO JACK HONDO. AFTER HONDO LOOKS AT IT WITH CURIOSITY, WE SEE HIM RIP OPEN THE TOP AND LOOK INSIDE WITH A SMALL FROWN. REACHING IN, WE SEE HIM PULL OUT A ‘KING KNOWS’ T-SHIRT. HE TURNS IT TO THE BACK WHERE IT READS ‘KING KNOWS… HONDO BLOWS.’ HONDO SIMPLY SHAKES HIS HEAD AS HE PUTS THE SHIRT BACK IN THE BOX AS DAWSON LOOKS AT HONDO WITH CONFUSION.) KD:Figured you to be angrier than you are. JH:Nah. It’ll take more than merchandise to cause yours truly any worry. ‘Sides, I know the perfect place to stuff these. (JACK HONDO PICKS UP THE BOX WITH A SLIGHT WINCE BEFORE WALKING OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) MM: Hondo doesn't take crap from anyone... T: One of the things the fans love about his All-American Kickass nature! Joel Bryant/Fallen Angel vs Drake Mosa/Legacy (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION - MEGADEATH PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. THE ENTIRE SCREEN TURNS AN ANGELIC WHITE EFFECT BEFORE THE WORD 'LEGACY' APPEARS ETCHED ACROSS IT. THE TRON VIDEO GOES TO A BLACK AND WHITE GRAIN EFFECT AS IT CHARTS SOME OF LEGACY'S CAREER. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS WHITE PYROS SHOOT OFF AROUND HIM. WALKING SLOWLY TOWARDS THE RING HE HAS A PURPOSE FILLED LOOK IN HIS EYES.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois...weighing 325 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Legacy!!! MM: The size of this guy is just impressive. T: Scorpio is going to have his work cut out for him thats for sure. P: And his partner... *'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...he is the DWIWF North American Champion...Drake Mosa!!! MM: As a former hardcore icon how do you rate this guy... T: Less of the former Mac...but yeah top of the tree and closing in on The Cobras record! P: And their opponents... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE NAME "JOEL BRYANT" FILLS THE T.A. TRON BEFORE "CRAZYMAN" BURSTS THROUGH. AS HIGHLIGHTS OF HIS MOVES BLAZE ACROSS THE TRON BRYANT STEPS ONTO THE STAGE. HE TAKES A MOMENT TO GLANCE AROUND AT THE CROWD BEFORE MARCHING PURPOSEFULLY DOWN TO THE RING.) P: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...'Crazyman' Joel Bryant!!! MM: The Hardcore Champion has a real point to prove tonight. T: Yeah to the doctors as well as the fans I think. P: And his partner... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING CROWD POP. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) P: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Fallen Angel!!! MM: Listen to the ovation for this man! T: These fans are damn happy with what they saw on Mayhem and now time for Angel to show it again. FINISH...Off the charts Main Event as all four men bring a new level to Torcher this week. Hot tags and great action keep the fans on the edge of their seat as it could go either way, but The World Champion is on fire and takes it to his opponents with Bryant adding his own sting as well. Angel captures Mosa in the 'Angel Death Drop' and puts him away for the three count, as all four prove why the standard of the T.F.W.F. is so high. Winners, via pinfall: Fallen Angel and Joel Bryant Match Time: 16m30s Match Rating: 5 Stars As the show fades Fallen Angel and Joel Bryant bask in the cheers of the T.F.W.F. fans with Angel starring with intent at the poster for Autumn Annihilation 12. (END SHOW.)