DATE: 23rd January 2012 Monday Mayhem - from Lafayette, Louisiana - Cajundome
*'ALIVE' – POD PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF LAST WEEK ARE SHOWN THE FINAL 8 FOR THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES TOURNAMENT ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS THE INCREASINGLY DOWNWARD SPIRAL ASSOCIATED WITH JOEL BRYANT.] (THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE MAYHEM VENUE. THE CAMERAS FLY AROUND THE ARENA PICKING UP SUCH SIGNS AS ‘JACK BENEVOLENCE'S AIRTIME SOON TO BE ON SALE DUE TO WORLD TITLE LOSS’, ‘YOUR A KING IN NAME ONLY DARRIUS!’ AND ‘I AM SURE MARC ELLET AND MARGUIANO WILL BE GREAT’ FINALLY THE SHOT SETTLES ON THE COMMENTARY TEAM OF SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES AT RINGSIDE.) SC:  Hello everyone and welcome to TFWF Monday Night Mayhem!  We are coming to you live from the Cajundome in Lafayette, Louisiana and here in the deep south the tensions are high as the TFWF heads towards Night of the Revolution and the King of the Deathmatches Tournament!  Joining me as always is my broadcast colleague Snoop Jones! SJ:  You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say the TFWF book these shows just to annoy me!  I mean last week we’re in Ohio, a place so backward that for five years in a row they voted a horse as their representative to Congress! SC:  Will you stop!? SJ:  And now this week we’re in Cajun country?  It’s even worse than Ohio!  I can’t understand a damn word anyone says and the food is so damn spicy I’ve spent the last 48 hours on the toilet using iced toilet paper! SC:  THAT is without a doubt one of the most disgusting images I’ve ever had the misfortune of imagining. SJ:  It gets worse, I was rushing across the hotel room to get to the bathroom, sneezed and well…let’s just say the maid is going to earn her pay this week clearing THAT up! SC:  I think I’m going to be sick. SJ:  Yeah, it was like a chocolate pudding fired at the wall by an industrial catapult! SC:  Alright, alright, that’s enough.  I’m sorry folks, I don’t even know why they still let him on the show. SJ:  Because I’m the greatest announcer in history… SC:  (sighing) Let’s just move on and talk about the amazing show we’ve got coming up for you this week!  In our opening match is a battle of TFWF newcomers as Mariguano takes on the debuting Marc Ellet. SJ:  Mariguano was impressive in his first match but he’ll be looking for the win here to shut down the new comer Ellet before he even gets started in the TFWF.  A big match for both guys.  Let’s just hope they don’t choke and stink the place up! SC:  I’m sure both guys will showcase all the skills that got them to the TFWF in the first place.  Talking of skills, two of the most skilled wrestlers in the world will hook it up tonight as Jose Ramon takes on Sean Panache! SJ:  Everyone knows Panache has Ramon’s number.  He proved it for months!  Yet, where’s the love for Panache?  Typical anti ORC bias.  Ramon weaselled his way into a IC Title match with Jack Hondo at NOR and yet he’s a big hero?  God I hate him, I hope Panache drops him on his head tonight. SC:  Charming.  Is it even worth asking you about Kovalenko taking on Dragon Demonico? SJ:  Oh what you mean another true ORC warrior going up against a TFWF fraud?  Demonico is another one who is getting shots at Titles that ORC wrestlers deserve.  He’s going to be broken by Kovalenko here tonight and then hopefully he won’t even make it to his World Title match with Jack Benevolence at NOR! SC:  You know perfectly well that Demonico has earned this match and the kid is going to do everything he can to win tonight and win the World Title at NOR! SJ:  He’s going to get hurt.  That’s the only thing I know. SC:  Folks, we’ve got a huge tag team match as Jack Hondo teams with Leander Apollo to take on Masked Marvel and Jonny Briggs. SJ:  Wow!  I mean is it possible to get four more completely different guys teaming together in one match?  I love the idea of Marvel and Briggs as a team.  You’ve got high flying, mat skills, power, submissions, smarts and cunning.  If that isn’t a winning combination I don’t know what is! SC:  Certainly a formidable team but the two men who hold TFWF gold will be more than a match for Marvel and Briggs.  As for the main event tonight?  Folks, it’s a match that could headline a PPV – Michael Thunder takes on Phenom! SJ:  What a damn match!  Of course Thunder is going to win.  He’s Michael Thunder but I’m worried that he might be walking into some serious trouble.  Phenom has been even more nuts than normal recently.  Tonight could be the night he finally snaps and really hurts someone. SC:  We live in hope! SJ:   How dare you!  That’s Michael Thunder you’re talking about! SC:  I know.  The fact is tonight folks Thunder and Phenom will face off in our main event and I’m sure all hell is going to break loose.  So let’s take it to the ring for our opening match of the…. *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (HUGE CROWD POP!!  THE FANS LEAP TO THEIR FEET AS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WORLD TITLE AT NOR EMERGES FROM THE BACK.  DEMONICO IS ALL FIRED UP AND HE SPRINTS DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDES INTO THE RING.) SC:  Here comes the man who has the opportunity of a lifetime at NOR as he takes on Jack Benevolence for the World Title!  What a year this young man has had and now 2012 looks like being even brighter for Dragon Demonico. SJ:  You really think he’s going to beat Benevolence and be World Champion?  Him?  HIM!!  Are you kidding me! (THE CROWD ARE STILL GOING CRAZY AS DEMONICO STANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A MIC IN HAND.  AS THE CROWD NOISE DIES DOWN HE RAISES THE MIC UP.) DD:  In just a few short weeks I have the biggest opportunity of my career to date.  I have the chance to take that step to the next level.  To go the very top of the wrestling world!  At Night of the Revolution I will shock the world, I will cause the upset of all upsets...I will beat Jack Benevolence and I will become World Heavyweight Champion! (HUGE CROWD POP!  DEMONICO NODS HIS HEAD CONFIDENTLY AS HE RAISES THE MIC BACK UP.) DD:  You people have watched me grow up right in front of your eyes.  From the skinny kid opening the show and being a bag of nerves every time my music hit, to going up against the very best in the TFWF and proving I belong here.  Now here I am.  A few weeks away from challenging for the World Title.  A few weeks away from proving to Jack Benevolence that while he plays the political games and is in this for the money, when he’s up against a true TFWF warrior.  When he’s up against Dragon Demonico – all the money, all the politics and all the dirty tricks aren’t going to make any difference.  I’m taking that World Title back! (ANOTHER HUGE CROWD POP.  DEMONICO SMIRKS AND WAITS A MOMENT BEFORE TURNING TO THE CROWD AND RAISING HIS MIC UP.) DD:  Every single thing I’ve achieved in the TFWF I’ve earned.  I’ve worked my ass off for this company and for you people because I LOVE what I do and NO ONE does this like Dragon Demonico! (HUGE CROWD POP.) DD:  You can call me cocky.  You can call me crazy.  The fact remains – I’m gunning for that World Title and I know in my heart, I can beat Jack Benevolence! (THE CROWD ROAR AGAIN AND BEGIN TO CHAT ‘DRAGON’ OVER AND OVER.  DEMONICO WAITS A MOMENT AND GOES TO RAISE THE MIC UP WHEN SUDDENLY....) *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (MONSTER CROWD HEAT.  THE CROWD UNLEASH A HUGE TORRENT OF BOOING AS THE MUSIC OF THE WORLD CHAMPION HITS.  DEMONICO SMIRKS AND TURNS TO THE TOP OF THE RAMP, BUT HIS SMIRK SOON TURNS TO A SCOWL AS RUSSELL WHITE EMERGES FROM THE BACK.  HE LOOKS DOWN TO THE RING AND SHAKES HIS HEAD BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.) SC:  Look at this.  Dragon Demonico lays it out here for the TFWF fans and Jack Benevolence.  He’s confident and he’s ready to become World Champion and yet who is here?  Russell White!  Typical. SJ:  You really think Benevolence is going to come out here and respond to that crap from Demonico?  No chance!  He’s too important for that! Plus the T.F.W.F. can't afford his rates! (THE CROWD ARE BOOING WHITE LOUDLY AS HE STEPS IN TO THE RING AND REMOVES A MIC FROM HIS SUIT JACKET.  DEMONICO EYES HIM SUSPICIOUSLY AS WHITE RAISES HIS MIC UP.) RW:  I’m sure I don’t need to tell you or all these idiots here in Louisiana... (HUGE CROWD HEAT) RW:  ...that the World Heavyweight Champion, Mr Jack Benevolence, does not intend to waste his valuable time coming out here to respond to your little speech.  You aren’t worth his time Demonico.  So I am out here tonight to let you know that all that confident you’ve got, it’s misplaced... (MORE BIG CROWD HEAT) RW:  ...you honestly believe you can beat Benevolence and take the World Title from him?  Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?  YOU, a little pip squeak kid, beats HIM, the greatest World Champion the TFWF has ever seen?  Give me a break.  You really believe that Demonico?  You really believe you can beat Jack Benevolence at NOR? (THE CROWD ROAR IN SUPPORT OF DEMONICO AS HE RAISES THE MIC UP) DD:  I don’t believe it Russell.  I KNOW IT!! (HUGE CROWD POP!!  WHITE GOES TO REPLY BUT DEMONICO CUTS HIM OFF.) DD:  You and Benevolence can keep underestimating me.  You can mock me.  Whatever it is you and the ‘champ’ have to do to feel better about yourselves.  But you need to understand something...and I want you to tell this to Benevolence personally... (WHITE SMIRKS AND SHRUGS.) JB:  He won’t be interested.  But fine, what it is?  What’s the message? (DEMONICO RAISES THE MIC UP TO SPEAK, BUT INSTEAD HE THROWS A SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE THAT CRACKS WHITE ON THE JAW AND KNOCKS HIM OUT COLD!!!  THE CROWD POP IS HUGE AS DEMONICO STANDS OVER WHITE AND RAISES THE MIC UP.) DD:  Benevolence.  You might not be taking this seriously but I am damn well am!  You send him out here to disrespect me?  That’s your first mistake.  Your second will be at NOR when you think you can just walk through me.  Not going to happen.  Jack Benevolence.  Get ready.  I’m coming for the biggest fight of my life and no matter how much you deny it, you know deep down inside, I can and I will beat you for the World Title at NOR!  Message received? (THE CROWD POP HUGE AS A FIRED UP DEMONICO DROPS THE MIC ON RUSSELL WHITE AS HIS MUSIC HITS.  HE STANDS ON THE MIDDLE ROPE AND SIGNALS TO THE FANS WHO ARE GOING CRAZY AS DEMONICO SMIRKS AND MAKES THE ‘TITLE BELT’ GESTURE.) SC:  Dragon Demonico has sent a message loud and clear to Jack Benevolence here tonight!  It’s time to start taking the challenger seriously! SJ:  Poor Russell.  He didn’t deserve that. SC:  Oh he did Snoop, he really did.  I just hope Demonico realises what he’s done.  There could be some severe payback for him before NOR. SJ:  You can bet your ass White will make sure that little stunt doesn’t go unpunished.  Demonico is confident but he’s lying to himself.  He’s facing Jack Benevolence.  That man is on a whole other level to nearly everyone here...apart from the ORC obviously. SC:  Well it’s Demonico’s biggest test and the biggest chance of his career at NOR.  There’s no doubt in my mind that Dragon Demonico is coming to NOR for the fight of his life!  Ok folks, we’re going to go to a quick video package and then we’ll be back for our first match of Monday Night Mayhem! [HYPE VIDEO: 2010 KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES - KOVALENKO CONTINUES HIS UNDEFEATED STREAK IN THE T.F.W.F. BY BECOMING THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES.] Mariguano vs Marc Ellet (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THE EDGE' - VINCE NEIL PLAYS* (CROWD CHATTER AMONGST THEMSELVES NOT CARING. A MEXICAN FLAG SHOWS ON THE T.A.T. ALONGSIDE A SERIES OF MOVES BY MARIGUANO. HE RUNS DOWN THE RAMP AND LEAPS ONTO THE APRON BEFORE THRUSTING HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR IN CELEBRATION.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Rosa...from Guadalajara, Mexico...weighing 225 pounds...Mariguano!!! SC: Our first look at Mariguano and the sexy Rosa! SJ: Is that a taco in my pants or am I just pleased to see her... SC: ... SJ: ...wait it's a taco...I love emergency foods. JH: And his opponent... *'PARADISE CITY' - GUNS AND ROSES PLAYS* (CROWD WONDER WHY SUCH A COOL SONG IS ASSOCIATED WITH SUCH A LOSER. ANDREW NELSON THE 3RD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND IS FOLLOWD BY MARC ELLET. HIS SHOWER OF PYROS GOES OFF AS HE WALKS THE AISLE WITH HIS T.A.T. VIDEO PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Andrew Nelson III...from Dallas, Texas...weighing 220 pounds...Marc Ellett!!! SC: Debut tonight of Marc Ellett with Andrew Nelson on the outside for him. SJ: Andrew Nelson III, I might have you know! FINISH...Both men go to lock up and completely miss one another. Andrew Nelson and Rosa leap onto the apron when all of a sudden *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN HITS* (CROWD HEAT. THE MASKED MARVEL RUNS DOWN THE RAMP AND HITS THE RING. MARC ELLET THROWS A WILD RIGHT HAND WHICH CONNECTS ON MARVEL'S SHOULDER. HE PULLS AWAY HIS HAND JUMPING ON THE SPOT IN PAIN. MARVEL THEN LAYS HIM AND NELSON OUT WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE. MARGUIANO THEN TRIES TO FIGHT OFF MARVEL, BUT MARVEL FLIPS HIM INTO THE 'MARVEL LOCK', WRENCHING IT ON!!!) SC: Someone needs to stop this, Marvel is going to break his neck! SJ: I don't remember this being part of US immigration... SC: WILL YOU STOP! There is a snapping sound as Marvel finishes the hold. He gets to his feet and turns his attention to Rosa! SC: Oh God, not Rosa... He walks over when all of a sudden... *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* SC: Here comes APB!!! Marvel drops Rosa and hightails it through the crowd as Bartsch comes into make the save. Medical teams are soon on hand to attend to three downed men, but it doesn't look good for any of them. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (IMMEDIATELY THE CROWD BEGIN TO CHEER AS WE OPEN TO THE IMAGE OF ‘THE S-FACTOR’ SCORPIO, DRESSED LUXURIOUSLY AS ALWAYS AND MID-CONVERSATION WITH ONE OF THE BACKSTAGE MANAGERS. SCORPIO IS NODDING ALONG WITH WHAT THE BACKSTAGE MANAGER IS SAYING WHEN SLOWLY THE MANAGER TRAILS OFF, LOOKING PAST SCORPIO TO SOMEONE BEHIND HIM. THE S-FACTOR TURNS, FINDING HIMSELF FACE TO FACE WITH NONE OTHER THAN JOHNNY FROST, AND THE CROWD BEGIN TO BOO FOR DRAKE MOSA’S MANAGER LOUDLY. FROST SMIRKS AT SCORPIO AS THE FORMER EUROPEAN CHAMPION HOLDS HIMSELF TALLER, FIXING A COLD STARE.) JF: I have a message for you from a very dangerous client of mine, someone you thought it was wise to call out last week… S: Fabulous, so have I got a date with your nutjob in New York, or am I going to have to try a little harder to push the right buttons? (FROST SMIRKS, PAUSING BRIEFLY.) JF: The message from Drake is: “turn around” (SCORPIO FROWNS HIS CONFUSION BEFORE HE SLOWLY TURNS -- RIGHT INTO A SHOT WITH THE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP BELT FROM MOSA! THE CROWD BOO AS SCORPIO HITS THE DECK AND MOSA LAUGHS TO HIMSELF, STRADDLING THE S-FACTOR AND THROWING IN SOME WILD FIST AND ELBOW STRIKES TO A STUNNED AND ALMOST DEFENCELESS SCORPIO. MOSA GETS TO HIS FOOT, STOMPING ON SCORPIO OVER AND OVER AGAIN BEFORE HE HAULS HIM UP, THROWING HIM INTO THE WALL WITH A LOUD CRASH. ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE CORRIDOR BACK UP, NOT WANTING ANY PIECE OF MOSA AS FROST WATCHES ON WITH A GRIN ON HIS FACE.) DM: Welcome back Scorpio, I was so pleased to see you’ve not lost that foolish, erratic side of you that makes snap decisions without properly thinking them through… (HE SLAMS IN ANOTHER BOOT AS SCORPIO CRINGES IN PAIN, COUGHING AND RASPING FOR BREATH AS MOSA PUSHES THE BOOT IN HARDER.) DM: Calling me out, telling the world you thought I owed you a shot at the European Championship, that was you trying to be the hero all those idiots pathetically cheer you for. They all put their faith in you to slay the big bad wolf… well TOUGH SHIT… (A WILD AND ANGRY MOSA TAKES A PACE BACK, STORMING AT SCORPIO AND THROWING IN ANOTHER HARD BOOT TO ROLL THE S-FACTOR ONTO HIS STOMACH. MOSA THEN SITS ON THE FLOOR BY SCORPIO, RUNNING HIS HAND DOWN THE PREVIOUSLY INJURED BACK WITH A SMIRK ON HIS FACE.) DM: You’ve got all the weight of their hopes and dreams on this spine… such a heavy weight… you could even call it… back-breaking. (THE CROWD BOO AS HE LAUGHS A LITTLE TO HIMSELF.) DM: But I shouldn’t worry about the weight of their hopes and dreams on your fragile spine, Scorpio. You see I am going to meet you at Night of the Revolution for this European Championship, but when you do not walk out as champion you will in fact have gained something much better: I am going to remove all that pain and worry about your back… (HE SLOWLY MOVES OVER, STRADDLING SCORPIO’S BACK AS IF GOING FOR A CAMEL CLUTCH, BEFORE HE LIFTS THE NOW OUT-OF-IT S-FACTOR’S HEAD UP, WRAPPING HIM UP IN A VERY LIGHT SLEEPER HOLD. MOSA LEANS HIS OWN HEAD DOWN TO BE RIGHT NEXT TO SCORPIO’S AS HE SMILES, WHISPERING.) DM: See a broken back will be of no real issue, once I break your NECK… (MOSA TWISTS HIS ARMS, SNAPPING SCORPIO’S HEAD AROUND IN THE SAME KIND OF MOVEMENT THAT WOULD BE USED TO BREAK A NECK, BEFORE MOSA DROPS HIM DOWN. CLEARLY MOSA HAS DONE NO HARM TO THE NECK THIS TIME, HOWEVER AS MOSA STANDS HE LOOKS AT THE S-FACTOR AND NODS, SMILING SICKLY.) DM: … hero… (HE AND FROST THEN EXIT, AND A FEW OF THE PEOPLE WATCHING ON GO TO CHECK ON SCORPIO ONCE THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION IS A SAFE DISTANCE…) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO A ZOOMED-IN SHOT OF ONE OF DARRIUS KING'S CHAINS AS THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM WALKING DOWN A HALLWAY BACKSTAGE. THE CAMERA MOVES UP TO HIS MILLION-DOLLAR SMIRK AS HE STOPS IN HIS TRACKS AND REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES.) DK: Well, ain't dat some cute shit... (THE CAMERA PANS TO THE SIDE, WHERE WE SEE JASON PROCTOR SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS FOR A FEW FANS WITH HIS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP BELT OVER HIS SHOULDER. HE ARCHES AN EYEBROW AND TURNS TO KING WITH A ROLL OF HIS EYES.) JP: What do you want, King? DK: From you? Nothin', homie. Just wanted to see what the ruckus was about, but clearly ain't nothin', here. JP: It's called being a champion, Darrius. You should try it, sometime. DK: Oooh! Someone got jokes! (KING STEPS FORWARD, GETTING RIGHT INTO PROCTOR'S GRILL.) JP: I got a lot more for you, too, if you don't get out my face right now. (BOTH MEN HAVE QUITE THE TENSE STAREDOWN WHEN WE HEAR A VOICE FROM A BIT DOWN THE HALLWAY.) ??: Ah, and the eternal question persists. If a tree falls in the forest and no one's around, does it make a sound? (PROCTOR NARROWS HIS EYES BUT DOESN'T TURN AWAY FROM KING AS THE VOICE IS REVEALED TO BELONG TO NONE OTHER THAN JOHNNY BRIGGS, WHO GETS A LOUD WAVE OF HEAT FROM THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE.) JB: And if two idiots bicker in a hallway, and neither are relevant -- does anyone care? DK: Okay, another cryptic-ass white boy? Seriously? JP: Get outta here, Briggs. This doesn't concern you. JB: Oh, but I do think it does, and for one reason and one reason only -- "King of the Deathmatches." I take it you've heard of it? JP: I'm in it, jackass. JB: And so are you, aren't you, King? DK: Bitch, I'm gettin' a headache. We gon' scrap or what? (BRIGGS SNICKERS AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AND BEGINS WALKING BACKWARDS, ATTEMPTING TO GET THE LAST WORD.) JB: You're not worth the sweat, Darrius... neither of you are. And at 'Night of Revolution..." I'm going to prove to the entire world that Johnny Briggs... is the biggest thing in wrestling, today. Bet on i-- (AND WITHOUT WARNING, BRIGGS IS EVENTUALLY IS STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS. THE CROWD POP IS HUGE AS BRIGGS TURNS AROUND, AND IT'S REVEALED HE'S RUN INTO THE LONE WOLF, HIMSELF -- JOEY LUPINO!) JL: Big talk, kid. (BRIGGS DOESN'T LOOK AFRAID, BUT HE CERTAINLY DOESN'T LOOK TO HAPPY TO HAVE RUN INTO THE REFORMED MOBSTER.) JL: 'Cause I'm in that tournament, too. And while you might walk around here, thinkin' you're smarter than everyone else? I promise you -- in fact, I can GUARANTEE YOU -- you ain't tougher. And that goes for all of you. You wanna make names for yourselves? Go right on ahead. But you ain't gonna do it at my expense. (BIG POP AGAIN FOR LUPINO.) JL: I'm puttin' all o'you on notice -- this ain't a game. This tournament? It's gonna test you as a man in ways you can't imagine, so if you're smart? Don't fuck around with this opportunity. And if you're smarter? (LUPINO SNEERS.) JL: Don't fuck with Joey L. (ALL FOUR MEN SHOOT EACH OTHER GLARES AS THE CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THE ACTION, RINGSIDE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: What an atmosphere building in the locker room...King of the Deathmatches tournament is going to be special. SJ: Too bad I can't do duel commentary...that would make it even more special. Jose Ramon vs Sean Panache (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'ROBOT ROCK' – DAFT PUNK PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. RED LIGHTS FLASH AROUND THE TA-TRON AS SEAN PANACHE SLIDES OUT FROM THE BACK LOOKING COCKY AND CONFIDENT. HE TAUNTS THE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP. PANACHE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND THEN CLIMBS TO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE AND POINTS AT HIMSELF AS THE CROWD BOO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 195 pounds...Sean Panache!!! SC: Sean Panache one of the most talked about moments in the history of the tournament between him and Leander Apollo where both men qualified... SJ: TFWF Facebook broke the story and I tell you, you want a grudge match for round one, that is one right there. JH: And his opponent... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 pounds...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: A few people have questioned the way Jose Ramon kind of tricked Jack Hondo into getting an Intercontinental Championship match... SJ: Tricking Jack Hondo is that even difficult...the man spent three years at Moonshine Outhouse University working on the letter 'B'...with 'C' considered a doctorate! FINISH...After the disaster of an opening the T.F.W.F. are now treated to a high flying affair between two wrestlers with no love lost for one another. Ramon starts with the crowd 100 percent behind him and really getting into the groove of the former LHW Champion's offense which due to an injury is more limited than it use to be in high octane all over the ring stuff. Capatilizing on a mistake, Sean Panache fires his way back into this one which is soon turning into a near fall contest showing the two to be evenly matched. Jose Ramon's missed 'Take 5' allows Panache to slide under and hit a nasty lowblow. Jose walks back clutching himself in complete pain. Panache hits a sitdown jawbreaker sending Jose to the mat. Leaping onto the top rope, he connects with the 'Roulette Spin' before hooking the leg for the three. Winner, via pinfall: Sean Panache Match Time: 8m33s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars SC: Good momentum win for Sean Panache here tonight going into the King of the Deathmatches tournament... SJ: Yeah and Jose Ramon...the flyboy once more feeling sorry for himself...ha! I love it! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO ADAM MOSS AND SEAN JORDAN, OLD SCHOOL STYLE, IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA NEAR THE CATERING AREA, WHERE THEY ARE DEBATING OVER WHO SHOULD GET THE LAST MUFFIN IN BETWEEN THE TWO. BEFORE THIS GOES ON MUCH LONGER, ALEX FLARE AND DANTE RIVERS, HORIZONS, WALK ON SCENE LAUGHING WITH EACH OTHER.) AF: Isn’t this cute, Dante? They’re fighting over food! DR: Just when I thought that Moss couldn’t fit anymore food in his gut, he has to take the little guy’s food away too! AF: Haha, burn! (HORIZONS SHARE A FIST BUMP AS OLD SCHOOL STYLE JUST GLARE THEM DOWN.) SJ: What the hell do you two want? DR: Whoa, calm down. We just wanted to give you guys a friendly greeting. Not every day you see teams fighting over food instead of worrying about matches. AM: Speaking of matches, do you two remember losing to us a few weeks back. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind reliving the moment. Why don’t we set a match for Ni- AF: Dante, does this fool actually think he’s going to challenge us to a match? DR: Sounds like that’s exactly what he wants. We’re not wasting time on this pathetic team though. We are the future of TFWF and we can’t afford to deal with a team that just has the experiences of an old fart burnt into their minds. (JORDAN LOOKS READY TO REPLY BUT BEFORE HE CAN EVEN GET THAT OUT, THE ANTI-SOCIAL NETWORK, KENNY FREEMAN AND KENT CLARK, APPEAR ON THE SCENE TO THE POP OF THE CROWD.) KC: Man, for a team that’s supposed to be the ‘faces of tag team wrestling’, you two sure got a lot of shit to say. AF: Oh look, if you didn’t think to old fart’s students were bad enough, here come the resident Jedis to the rescue... KF: You know, you two have been a real thorn around here for quite a bit of time now, so here is a little proposition for you guys. Since you two are so great, why not face Old School Style and us at Night of Revolution. Put your money where your mouths are. (RIVERS AND FLARE LOOK AT EACH OTHER AS IF THE CHALLENGE IS A SHOCK TO THEM AND IT’S A FEW SECONDS BEFORE RIVERS TURNS BACK TO THE TWO TEAMS.) DR: You have yourselves a deal, only because this match will just prove us to be better than you four failures. (BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE CAN COME OF THIS, HORIZONS LEAVE THE SCENE, LEAVING MOSS AND THE ANTI-SOCIAL NETWORK TO STAND THEIR WATCHING. EVERYONE IS SMILING DUE TO THE FACT THEY NOW HAD THE CHANCE TO SHUT HORIZONS UP.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (CUT TO JOSE RAMON SLIGHYLY GINGERLY AFTER THE LOW BLOW HE TOOK FROM PANACHE EARLIER AS HE IS PUTTING THE LAST OF HIS RING GEAR IN HIS BAGS LOOKING AROUND THE LOCKER ROOM BEFORE TURNING AND WALKING INTO A LARGE CHEST. WE PAN BACK FROM RAMON AS HE LOOKS UP TO SEE THE ANNOYED EXPRESSION ON JACK HONDO’S FACE. RAMON LOOKS AT HIM FACE TO FACE WITH A SHEEPISH EXPRESSION AS HE PATS HIM ON THE CHEST.) JR:Something I can help you with before you hit the road, Jack? JH:You and I need words. JR:About? JH:About that little fast-talking stunt you pulled last week. About why you felt like you needed to side-step around getting a title shot without just plain asking for it. About why I shouldn’t take your hide to the woodshed and tan it red. (RAMON BACKS AWAY QUICKLY FROM HONDO, A SHOCKED EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE.) JR:Fast talking? Side-stepping? It’s not all like that. JH:Really? Then explain it. (RAMON GIVES A SIGH AS HE HANGS HIS HEAD LOW.) JR:I need to know if I still can. JH:Can what? JR:I need to know if I can still go toe to toe with the very best; can still fight with the elite of this company. I went from fighting with the likes of Phenom at his damned scariest trying to earn respect to getting MDK’s red-shirt crew. You know what that’s like? It dulls your skills, makes you start to lose some edge. I need to know if only for myself that I still have the in-ring skills to have a competitive and intense match with someone like you Jack, because I know that at my size I may not get nearly the same number of opportunities that you or some other big guy might get. JH:Bull manure. You’ve got a lot of talent, an’ all those fans out there see it every night. JR:Yeah sure, when I’m fighting against Georgie Nickles or Sean Panache or the One Ring Circus I look like one of the most exciting and talented wrestlers in the world. But when you get to REAL talent and competition? I just… I needed to get that shot, even if it means doing something I don’t like to get it. (HONDO PATS RAMON ON THE SHOULDER.) JH:It ain’t right by my book, but you got your reasons and I guess I can respect that, ‘specially after all you’ve done for the TFWF. Just be clear – I may like you, but I like this title more. JR:I’d be surprised if you didn’t. And Jack? JH:Yeah? (RAMON COMES UP CLOSE TO HONDO, SO HIS NOSE IS BARELY TOUCHING THE TOP OF JACK’S CHEST. HE LOOKS UP AT JACK WITH A RAISED EYEBROW.) JR:Don’t get too used to looking down on me, if you get my drift. (HONDO SIMPLY SHAKES HIS HEAD AS RAMON GRABS HIS GEAR AND HEADS OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Hondo and Ramon maybe not as rosey as we thought... SJ: Well, I always thought it was going to be a match I didn't care about at all...and that opinion has not changed. Viktor Kovalenko vs Dragon Demonico (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Luhasnk, Ukraine... weighing in at 278 pounds...The War Hound' Viktor Kovalenko!!! SC: Has to be one of the prime favourites for the King of the Deathmatches tournament...his team mate and ORC leader MDK has been very vocal on social networking even getting into it with T.F.W.F. Hall of Famer Pimp In on whether Viktor Kovalenko can equal Tiger Young's record... SJ: MDK put Pimp In in his place it was beautiful...why buy viagra...cause you need it Limp In! JH: And his opponent... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A DRAGON CAN BE SEEN ON THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON. RED PUFFS OF PYROS EXPLODE AS DEMONICO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING FOCUSED.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Windsor, Ontario, Canada...weighing 195 pounds...Dragon Demonico!!! SC: So much excitement and buzz around the man who many feel can make NOR 12 a disney ending! SJ: Hopefully the moment where Bambi's Mom is shot... SC: WILL YOU STOP! FINISH...Decent match in the middle of the card between two headline grabbers as of late. Favourite for the tournament and number one contender for the World title. The contrast of styles is evident as both battle back and forth...Demonico going to the air...Kovalenko looking to break the young star down and keep him firmly on the mat. Kovalenko pounds and grounds Demonico as the crowd get firmly behind the young star to battle his way back in. Despite a series of submission moves nothing can make the number one contender submit. Demonico then catches a break with a flying dropkick and looks to build some offense, but Jack Benevolence makes his apperance through the crowd wearing street clothes! SC: What business does Benevolence have here! He couldn't be bothered to come out at the top of the show and address Dragon! Benevolence waits till Dragon is on the top of the top rope and the waffles him with the World Heavyweight title to the back of the head causing Gene Perry to immediately call for a DQ. Benevolence looks to Kovalenko who doesn't seem that impressed with the DQ loss and begins berating the World Champion. Benevolence then backs up holding one hand in the air as if pleading with Kovalenko. Viktor takes his eyes off of Benevolence for a second and the World Champion clocks him as well in the skull with the World title!!! Benevolence then grabs Demonico and sets him up hitting the 'Jacks Hammer' onto the Heavyweight Championship as the T.F.W.F. fades into commercial break with the Champion looking ever so smug. Winner, via DQ: Dragon Demonico Match Time: 9m41s Match Rating: 3.5 Stars (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM GOES TO COMMERCIALS.) (T.F.W.F. MONDAY MAYHEM RETURNS FROM COMMERCIALS.) SC: Welcome back folks...Dragon Demonico taken out earlier tonight by a cowardly World Champion Jack Benevolence... SJ: I'd like to thank Jack Benevolence for giving up his time, his precise time I might add to be here tonight... SC: ... Jack Hondo/Leander Apollo vs Masked Marvel/Jonny Briggs (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A USA FLAG FLYS ONTO THE TRON WITH A PICTURE OF A SPINNING MASK OF THE MASKED MARVEL IN FULL VIEW. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND ADDRESSES THE CROWD WITH LITTLE INTEREST.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Metroville, USA...weighing 225 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...The Masked Marvel!!! SC: Not quite Batman... SJ: You know I actually read somewhere that billionaire Bruce Wayne said Marvel was most likely to be Batman... SC: I wonder why that was... SJ: ...pants size? SC: ... JH: And his partner... *WHILE OCEANA SLEEPS – SPARTA PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. BRIGGS SWAGGERS OUT FROM THE BACK. HE LOOKS AT THE CROWD WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING LOOKING FOCUSED AND READY FOR A FIGHT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland...weighing 262 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jonny Briggs!!! SC: What a partner for Marvel to have here tonight... SJ: Hardcore Champions usually have great odds in the KOTDM Tournaments... JH: And their opponents... *'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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Columbus, Ohio...weighing 227 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...'The Red Comet' Leander Apollo!!! SC: Can you imagine if Apollo and Proctor meet in this tournament? SJ: Usually my imagination isn't that bored... JH: And his partner... *'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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Jack Hondo!!! SC: Hondo of course set to do battle with Jose Ramon... SJ: Aka Snoop's nap time! FINISH...Above average tag match. A lot of the match is both teams working out how to work with their respective partners in this one. Hondo and Apollo seem to take a little longer in doing so while Briggs and Marvel are quicker off the mark, but as soon as Apollo and Hondo find their groove it seems all systems are go. Marvel keeps his teams hopes alive with a solid display this week, but all of a sudden he sees APB making his way into the crowd and standing there looking pissed off. Marvel tags in Briggs and looks around twice before grabbing his LHW title and skulking to the back. With Briggs in shock, Apollo makes a hot tag to Jack Hondo. Hondo goes to work on Briggs and reels the big man with a series of old school offense. Apollo eventually gets the tag back in from Hondo with Briggs in major trouble. Apollo somehow hits the 'Nightingale' on Briggs and makes the cover for the three count. Winners, via pinfall: Jack Hondo and Leander Apollo Match Time: 8m33s Match Rating: 3 Stars After the match as Hondo leaves, Apollo continues his celebrations in the ring when Briggs gets up. Apollo turns around and Briggs spears him to the mat. Briggs leaps on him and starts going for it, causing Jason Proctor to hit the ringside area. Proctor pulls Briggs off, but before long...Darrius King and Sean Panache are down there as well as a massive brawl errupts. King gets the better of people grabbing Briggs' Hardcore title and laying a few of the straggles out. As his music hits and he walks up the ramp...he turns around and is clotheslined to the ground by Joey Lupino! The crowd go wild as the music changes from King's to Lupinos before we fade to the back... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (FOLLOWING HIS TAG TEAM MATCH, THE MASKED MARVEL ANGRILY HEADS TO THE GORILLA POSITION, LOOKING FOR THE FIRST PERSON HE SEES. HIS EYES MANAGE TO LAND ON TORCH, WHO IS STANDING BY TO DO AN INTERVIEW.) T: Marvel, what are your thoughts on APB and him making two apperances against you tonight? TMM: WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS! The Masked Marvel doesn't have time to play these games...honestly, flamehead, when did APB become a protector of illegal immigrants? I mean, everyone here in the TFWF knows that I am very frank about my views on people entering the United States illegally. APB calls himself an American hero...what's the tag...'Real American Hero'...why because he's old? T: Well maybe you can sort it out with APB at the PPV...I mean APB is looking a bit leaner these days...when he weighed in this morning he was... (TORCH GETS HIS NOTES.) T: 229 pounds...meaning he does TECHNICALLY qualify for a LHW title...provided he doesn't balloon before the PPV. (THE MASKED MARVEL APPEARS ANGRY AT THAT INFORMATION, BUT RESPONDS BY LAUGHING IT OFF.) TMM: Ha! Just because Margarine is now dead to the world the T.F.W.F. wants me to fight APB...not a chance...because keeping that weight off when your his age is impossible...I will tell you what...if Bartsch can keep himself under 230 for the next few weeks he can have his title shot at the PPV...but if he can't he has to publically come out here at NOR 12 and announce himself to be...an Unamerican Hero....and seek citizenship in...MEXICO!!! T: Quite the challenge.... TMM: I AM QUITE THE MAN!!! T: The challenge has been laid out...will APB accept? We will find out folks! (TORCH WALKS OFF AS THE MASKED MARVEL SMIRKS, GRABBING HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AND LOOKING AT HIMSELF AS IF IT WERE A MIRROR, ADMIRING HIS PATRIOTIC MASK.) (ACTION CHANGES BACKSTAGE.) (THE SHOT OPENS RIGHT UP ON THE FACE OF JOEL BRYANT, AND THE CROWD GIVE HIM A MIXED REACTION, MANY STILL CHEERING CRAZYMAN, BUT OTHERS BEGINNING TO DISLIKE HIS ATTITUDE OF LATE. BRYANT IS LOOKING STEELY AND FOCUSED AS THE CAMERA PAN BACK TO SHOW BETH MCCAIN STOOD ALONGSIDE BRYANT, AND BETH RAISES HER MICROPHONE UP, WAITING FOR THE CROWD TO DIE DOWN A LITTLE MORE.) BM: Ladies and gentlemen, this man needs no introduction… Joel Bryant. Joel, last week we saw Fallen Angel kick off the show and he was confronted by MDK and Michael Thunder, which led to him accepting a tag team match where he will team up with you at Night of the Revolution to take on the two members of the One Ring Circus. Why do you think Angel was so quick to agree to the match? (BRYANT REMAINS STOIC AND SILENT FOR A FEW MINUTES BEFORE HE TURNS TO BETH, CLEARING HIS THROAT AND SPEAKING.) JB: Fallen Angel wants me on his side because he saw what I did to Rick Rampage at Ice Storm and he knows I’m the kind of man that can take the One Ring Circus down, it’s a damn given fact that I’m one of the toughest sons of bitches in this company… Fallen Angel is not an idiot, he knows I’m an asset. What Fallen Angel seems not to understand is that I have never, and will never, have my life organised by someone else. Someone who thinks because they hold good standing they have the right to sign me into matches, to tell me what to do, to ‘suggest’ things to me and give me their wise ‘advice’. (HE SHAKES HIS HEAD, CLEARLY REFERENCING FALLEN ANGEL AS HE SIGHS.) JB: Fallen Angel has spent too long trying to get me on side by telling me that I need to shrug off what happened to my wife in this very company. Fallen Angel has spent too long telling me I need to focus on helping out everyone else against the One Ring Circus. Well screw everyone else, and screw Fallen Angel, where were THEY and where was HE when I could have done with some damn help? (ANOTHER MIXED REACTION FROM THE FANS, SOME APPRECIATING THAT BRYANT COULD HAVE HAD SOME HELP, OTHERS FEELING HE’S ACTING OUT OF TURN WHEN THE TFWF NEEDS EVERYONE THEY CAN.) JB: He accepted that match on my behalf because yet again he’s on this crusade to make me see that the TFWF is the be all and end all, and that everything we do is for the TFWF. Luckily for Fallen Angel he was right on one thing, I DO want the One Ring Circus destroyed, but not because the boys in the back want them gone, not because Fallen Angel wants them gone, but because Joel Bryant, and only because Joel Bryant, wants them gone. At the Night of the Revolution I’ll go to that ring and beat the holy hell out of MDK and Michael Thunder, because it’s what I want to do, and it’s what I’ll enjoy doing. (BETH GOES TO ASK ANOTHER QUESTION, BUT BRYANT PUTS A HAND UP, BECKONING HER TO MOVE THE MICROPHONE CLOSER.) JB: But if Fallen Angel thinks this is a repeat of Ice Storm, that he can be the big man leading the charge, he’s sorely mistaken. At Ice Storm Fallen Angel proved he can tell everyone what he thinks they should do but when it comes to actually captaining a team and directing traffic he can’t do shit… so at Night of the Revolution, I will be captaining our team. For once Fallen Angel can sit back and take orders, for once Fallen Angel can find out what it’s like being the guy that everyone thinks they can instruct about and use like some sort of immobile object at their free will. At Night of the Revolution I’m gonna defeat the One Ring Circus, and show Fallen Angel just how it’s done. (WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD BRYANT TURNS, WALKING OFF DOWN THE CORRIDOR, LEAVING BETH A LITTLE STUNNED. SHE WATCHES AFTER HIM, CLEARLY CONCERNED FOR HIS CURRENT STATE OF MIND AS BRYANT DISAPPEARS FROM VIEW AND THE SCENE FADES OUT…) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I am starting to get worried about Joel Bryant... SJ: And I am starting to actually care about Joel Bryant! Michael Thunder vs Phenom (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE CROWD CHANT 'THUNDER SUCKS' OVER THE ORIGINAL LYRICS AS THUNDER HIMSELF STEPS OUT FROM THE CURTAIN. HE LOOKS AROUND THE CROWD WITH A TURNED-UP LIP AND CONTEMPT OVER HIS FACE, BEFORE WALKING DOWN THE RAMP. HE STOPS, GRABBING THE T-SHIRT OF A BOOING FAN AND HE DRAGS THEM UP, ALMOST PULLING THEM OVER THE BARRIER AS HE SHOUTS THAT HE DESERVES RESPECT. THUNDER THEN HEADS TO THE RING, STILL LOOKING PISSED OFF WITH EVERY ONE OF THE FANS.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...Michael Thunder!!! SC: He will give up his crown in a few weeks as the outgoing King...and wait in the wings for Highlight Night 2012 and a chance to once more hold the World title. SJ: According to SCW he still is the Champion... SC: What? JH: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MIXED REACTION. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: One a hero...is he now a villian? SJ: He's a madman whatever and not to be messed with and my personal pick to win the King of the Deathmatches tournament... FINISH...The Main Event of the night for a reason as two of the big players and former World Champions in 2011 lead the T.F.W.F. into Night of the Revolution 12 with a classic. Phenom comes out all guns blazing in this one showcasing his power and sick nature and having Michael Thunder in a ton of trouble. Thunder though despite being a piece of shit these days still has the resiliance which has made him so admired by wrestling fans to battle back into the match. There are even moments when the crowd begin to cheer his comeback. Phenom haults it with an attempted 'Final Destination', but the pin is too near the ropes and Thunder lobs a leg on the bottom of the ropes. Phenom then goes for a second one, but Thunder spins around and hits the 'Thunderplex' and rolls onto Phenom to collect a major win for him. Winner, via pinfall: Michael Thunder Match Time: 9m33s Match Rating: 4 Stars Thunder gets to his feet and looks around the crowd some of the hardcore fans begin to cheer him for his efforts. He sees a sign for Benevolence and Demonico at the PPV, he then sees another sign referencing his match teaming with MDK to take on Bryant and Angel. He offers a shake of the head and with little reaction walks to the back... (END SHOW.)