DATE: 18th February 2012 KING OF THE DEATH MATCH TOURNAMENT: Los Angeles, California - Staples Centre REST OF THE CARD: New York, New York - Madison Square Garden

*’ARISE’ – E.S. POSTHUMUS PLAYS* [FLASHBACK: SCENES OF THE JOURNEYS TRAVELLED BY ALL 8 MEN ON ROUTE TO THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCHES TOURNAMENT ARE SHOWN IN BLACK AND WHITE. IN CONTRAST A SEPERATE SCENE SHOWS THE DEVELOPING FEUD BETWEEN JACK BENEVOLENE/DRAGON DEMONICO AS WELL AS THE ORC’S PLAN COMING TO FRUITION TO GET FALLEN ANGEL/JOEL BRYANT TO TEAM AT THE PPV. THE FINAL SHOT SHOWS AN EMPTY THRONE ON ONE SIDE AND THE WORLD TITLE HANGING ON THE OTHER...THE QUESTION...”WHO WILL REIGN” IS UNDERNEATH IT.] (THE TWO SEPERATE BROADCASTS SHOW PYROS EXPLODING IN BOTH L.A. AND N.Y. AS WE ARE CURRENTLY IN SPLIT SCREEN MODE. SOME OF THE SIGNS IN L.A. READ ‘KOVALENKO COULND’T REPEAT HIS NAME’, ‘TAG CHAMPS JOINT KINGS?’ AND ‘BETTER CHANGE YOUR LAST NAME DARRIUS’...IN N.Y. THEY READ ‘APB WAS ON THE BIGGEST LOSER!’, ‘DRAGON: WRESTLING FAN SHOCKER’ AND ‘WE STILL DON’T LIKE YOU THUNDER’. FINALLY THE SCREEN PULLS OUT OF SPLIT SCREEN AND FOCUSES SOLELY ON NEW YORK WHERE SCOOP CUTHBERTSON AND SNOOP JONES ARE SAT AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Welcome one and all to Night of the Revolution 12...that’s right folks I said 12...we have been rocking and rolling this PPV since 2001 when Tremere and Killboy both took the revolution of hardcore wrestling to the highest powers and brought it into the T.F.W.F.. Since then we have been inundated with some tremendous PPVs...tonight...no different. The plucky story of the rise of Dragon Demoncio could not be better told than here in New York City as he challenges the World Heavyweight Champion one of the most controversial men in wrestling...Jack Benevolence. SJ: He’s only controversial because he is what a real Champion is all about, the T.F.W.F., the wrestling world at large has forgotten what it means to be a World Champion...Jack Benevolence has reminded them and I for one am looking forward to him taking that punk kid and ramming this business down his throat. SC: Of course the other match on this card was the One Ring Circus...specifically MDK and Michael Thunder challenging Fallen Angel and Joel Bryant to a tag match...Bryant doesn’t seem to happy that Fallen Angel is once more making the calls. SJ: And why should he be. Fallen Angel cost Joel Bryant the match at Ice Storm, Fallen Angel has not apologized for his actions...in fact he has said it’s Joel Bryant’s “crazyman persona” which has lead to these inconsistencies... SC: That’s not strictly true... SJ: ...and on top of that El Captain has the balls to come out here and accept the challenge of the deadliest group in professional wrestling right now...overall...Bryant has a right to be aggrieved and I think tonight MDK and Michael Thunder will make mince meat of them. SC: Well folks it’s a two cities here tonight as we cross to Los Angeles for the King of the Deathmatches tournament joined at this time by my colleagues...Mahoney McMillian...the 2001 King of the Deathmatches...Tremere...and the 2005 King of the Deathmatches...Torch! Gentlemen. (CUT TO LA) MM: Thank you Scoop and Snoop and let me be the first to tell you the excitement, the anticipation here is tremendous in what many are calling one of the most open King of the Deathmatches tournaments of all time and gentlemen...in recent years more than most this has meant one thing for the King...a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. TR: That’s right Mahoney, in the early years it was just about the prestige of this tournament, but as the reputation of it has grown it has lead the Championship Committee to recognize it’s important in the T.F.W.F. landscape...4 of the last 5 winners have gone onto become World Champions...little different than our days huh Torch. TO: Different, but the brutality has stayed the same, when I won it in 2005 the tournament was becoming incredibly well established...you look at the field now and that one exception of the last 4 of 5...is here tonight...Viktor Kovalenko. MM: Kovalenko of course looking to be only the second man in the history of the T.F.W.F. to be a two time winner of this tournament, but the field very much stacked against him...the reigning Hardcore Champion...the reigning Tag Team Champions...a member of the ORC...a man with the name King in his name and of course...two former World Heavyweight Champions as well, and if we are wondering about how Kovalenko will do...he is up first meeting one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jason Proctor...let’s go to Pez! LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: 1ST ROUND - 10,000 THUMB TACKS MATCH Jason Proctor vs Viktor Kovalenko [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF BOTH MEN’S QUALIFICATION ARE SHOWN.] (BELL RINGS.) P: This match is a 1st round King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a 10,000 thumb tacks match!!! (DECENT CROWD POP.) *'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...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jason Proctor!!! MM: Now this is what is interesting to me...Proctor has this MMA background, very comparable to Kovalenko...I think this one could be a very different 10,000 thumb tacks match than we have seen before. TR: Proctor has taken the T.F.W.F. by storm alongside Apollo...you ask me...Kovalenko might struggle to get past round one. If Proctor locks in that ‘Killer Klutch’, I don’t even think Kovalenko can counter it. 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 pounds...The War Hound' Viktor Kovalenko!!! MM: An intense look on his face and a lot has been banded around on social networks from legends  of the T.F.W.F. and the ORC funnily enough. TO: A lot of the legends feel that Young’s record cannot be beaten, that these matches are too brutal to repeat as a King. Tiger did it back to back, but nobody has even done it twice. Kovalenko looks to change that tonight and the likes of Pimp In, Gremlin, MDK and all those who have been on social networking hyping this up will either be tweeting or facebooking after this match with Proctor. MM: How do you see this one going Torch? TO: As stated the thumbtacks around the ring in those bags might not even come into play that much, these two men are straight up MMA fighters...it’s going to be an exciting variation here tonight. THE MATCH BEGINS...with both men locking up. Proctor applies a wristlock, which Kovalenko easily reverses and transitions into a hammerlock. Jason reverses, slipping on a full nelson, which Kovalenko powers out of, swinging around to catch Proctor in a waistlock. He tries to lift Jason for a slam, but Proctor quickly catches Viktor in a headlock. Kovalenko shoves Proctor off and into the ropes, but Jason grabs the top rope and puts on the brakes. They lock up again; Kovalenko uses his weight to push Proctor back towards the ropes, but Jason slips out and behind Viktor. The Ukrainian snorts and rolls his shoulders, working to contain his frustration. He shoves Proctor; Jason shoves back. Kovalenko mutters something in his native tongue, then drops to his hands and knees in the centre of the ring. MM: What’s this now? TR: I think Proctor’s as confused as we are. TO: Come on, guys, even I know what this is. Vik’s making a challenge right here. He wants to see just how good Jason is on the mat! That seems to be the case, as Kovalenko motions for Proctor to take an amateur wrestling position. Jason shrugs and takes a position over Viktor. The Ukrainian quickly moves to get back to his feet, but Proctor is on him quickly, applying a half nelson before shifting his weight to roll Kovalenko on his back. Vik  rolls his hips but momentarily gives up his back. Jason tries to hook his legs around Viktor’s torso, but the big man grabs a leg and forces Proctor onto the mat, kneeling in Jason’s guard. Viktor easily stands up, hands on hips and a satisfied smirk on his face. Proctor quickly stands and give Vik mocking applause. Kovalenko frowns and points to the centre of the ring. Jason nods his head and takes his position on the mat. Viktor rolls his head and swings an arm to limber up - before landing a vicious kick to Jason’s ribs! MM: A cheap shot by Kovalenko! TR: Well, we knew that had to be coming! TO: I guess Kovalenko loves a fair fight, but only if he’s winning! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...sees Kovalenko focus his attack on Proctor’s ribs. He lands a few hard stomps to his opponent, before Jason rolls to the side of the ring and climbs back to his feet. Kovalenko is on him in a flash with a running knee to the ribs, before landing blows to Proctor’s back. Jason groans in pain before Viktor picks him up and drops him with a brutal gutbuster. Proctor holds his ribs and pounds the mat in frustration. Viktor lands another kick to the back before dropping to the mat and catching Proctor in a tight body scissors. MM: A sound strategy by Kovalenko, focusing on one body part and wearing it down. TO: But neither man has shown any interest in those thumbtacks, Mac. It’s not often we see a straight-up wrestling match in this tournament. TR: That’s the scary thing about Viktor Kovalenko. He’s had great success in this tournament; he’s a former King of the Deathmatches. But he doesn’t need any weapons to win this thing. Kovalenko squeezes harder on Proctor’s torso, causing Jason to cry out in pain. Viktor smacks his opponent across the back of the head, taunting Jason and grinning. With eyes shut tight, Jason pushes on Viktor’s knees, trying to gain leverage. With both hands on one knee, Proctor manages to loosen Kovalenko’s grip and turn slightly. He slowly torques his body around, finally facing Viktor, who still has the body scissors locked. Proctor leans forward and drives his elbow into Viktor’s head. Kovalenko responds with a slap to the face, and Jason strikes again. This time the Ukrainian answers with a punch, but Proctor comes back with another elbow strike, then another, quickly building up a rapid rhythm as the crowd cheer him on! Kovalenko releases the body scissors, using his legs to shove Proctor away. MM: Jason Proctor has a little life left in him! TR: But for how long? TO: Tremere’s right, Proctor’s gonna have a lot of trouble breathing. Kovalenko and Proctor get to their feet. Vik goes back on the attack, but Jason is quick to strike with a boot to the gut, followed by a string of hard kicks and punches to the legs and face. Kovalenko hits back with a shot to the injured ribs and attempts an Iris whip, but Jason reverses. Viktor crashes into the corner, where a bag of tack hanging from a turnbuckle bursts against his back! Kovalenko drops to one knee, wincing in pain. Proctor races forward - Shining Wizard to the face of Kovalenko! Proctor make a cover: 1... 2... Kovalenko kicks out. Jason pulls Viktor to his feet and now it’s his turn to rain blows on Kovalenko’s back, which still has a number of tacks sticking out of it. Proctor hits a neck breaker, slapping a chinlock on Kovalenko as he struggles to breathe. Viktor senses the strain Jason is under and powers back up to his feet. Enraged by the pain he’s feeling, Kovalenko drives his elbow back into Proctor’s bruised ribs again and again. Jason loses his grip, letting Kovalenko turn and slam him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Viktor takes a moment to clear the cobwebs before stalking towards Proctor. Jason rolls onto his back and Viktor bends down to grab his head and pick him up. But Jason, sensing the opportunity, swings his legs up and catches Kovalenko in a triangle choke! Viktor struggles to free himself, but Jason cinches the hold in tightly! The crowd are going wild as Kovalenko can’t find a way out of the hold. His face is turning red and his movements slow as he starts to run out of air. With all the resolve he can muster, he drives his fist into Jason’s ribs. Proctor screams but doesn’t release the hold. Kovalenko tries again and again, punching Jason’s battered ribs. Tears of anguish run down Proctor’s face, but he grits his teeth and shakes his head. Finally, Viktor struggles to stand. He manages to get to his feet and, with a deep growl, lifts Proctor off the mat! Both men cry out as Kovalenko powerbombs Proctor onto the thumbtacks in the corner! Both men lay in the ring, Viktor gasping for breath, Jason curled up and pounding the mat in frustration and pain. MM: You have to feel for Jason Proctor! He knew that had to be his best chance to win this match and Viktor Kovalenko managed to hold on! TR: You can feel sorry for him all you want, but this tournament’s about proving who the toughest son of a bitch in this company really is. Right now, my money’s on Viktor Kovalenko! TO: I don’t know if he’s the toughest son of a bitch, but he’s definitely the angriest right now. Look at his eyes! FINISH...The match ends with Viktor climbing to his feet. He spits on Proctor, much to the crowd’s displeasure, and stomps around the ring. He grabs another bag full of thumbtacks and empties it out into the centre of the ring before grabbing Jason. Kovalenko attempts a suplex, but Proctor lands on his feet and takes Viktor down with a drop toehold. Kovalenko lands face first in the thumbtacks and roars in pain! Proctor grimaces and stands over Viktor, grabbing Kovalenko’s head and grinding it into the thumbtacks! Kovalenko powers himself up to his hands and knees, using all of his strength to get back up. Proctor hangs on, locking in a sleeper hold. With the weight of another person on his back, Viktor nevertheless forces himself onto his feet before dropping back, driving Jason into the pile of thumbtacks! MM: Thousands of thumbtacks litter the ring and there’s no safe place to land! TR: These guys are looking like human pincushions! TO: But this match isn’t over until one person stays down for the three count! Kovalenko rises to his feet and drives a boot into Proctor’s ribs. He does it again and again, before picking Proctor up. Viktor attempts “Total Viktory,” but Jason grabs his leg to block the move. Kovalenko punches Jason’s kidney and tries again, but Proctor blocks the move. He shoves Kovalenko back against the ropes and Viktor stumbles into a jawbreaker! Proctor crawls over the prone body of Viktor Kovalenko and locks in the “Killer Klutch!” Kovalenko struggles against the hold, but Jason holds on tight, his body curled up and his weight on the hold. Viktor nevertheless powers up, struggling and forcing himself onto his feet, still trying to break the hold. With a roar, Proctor slams Kovalenko back to the canvas, more thumbtacks piercing their skin! The referee repeatedly asks Viktor if he wants to tap, but the Ukrainian is too proud and refuses again and again. His eyes close slowly and his body goes limp; the referee raises Viktor’s hand and it drops once… twice… three times! The referee calls for the bell! MM: Proctor has done it! TR: But he literally had to knock Kovalenko out to do it, Mac. TO: It started as a straight-up wrestling match and ended in a down and dirty fight. Gotta love this tournament! Winner, and advancing: Jason Proctor (CUT TO NY) (BACKSTAGE.) (WE OPEN TO THE IMAGE OF BETH MCCAIN STOOD NEXT TO NONE OTHER THAN ‘THE S-FACTOR’ SCORPIO! THE CROWD POP IN RESPONSE FOR THE NEWLY-RETURNED SCORPIO WHO HAS A FEW BRUISES OVER HIS BODY FOLLOWING THE ATTACK FROM DRAKE MOSA ON THE LAST EPISODE OF MAYHEM. BETH WAITS A FEW SECONDS AS SCORPIO SMILES INTO THE CAMERA BEFORE SHE RAISES HER MICROPHONE, CUEING THE CROWD TO DIE DOWN.) BM: Ladies and gentlemen, the man who will be challenging Drake Mosa for his European Championship tonight… Scorpio! Now Scorpio when you returned you said you were going to be going right for Mosa, a statement that caused a few people to express their fears about the match. Last week Drake Mosa attacked you backstage giving you a taste of what’s to come… do you regret the challenge? S: Y’know Beth people told me in challenging Drake Mosa while harbouring a former injury no less that I was basically walking into the lion’s den smeared in prime cut steak. Those people were absolutely right, but no, I don’t regret the challenge. I know as well as the next man that if life deals you a good hand -- such as being able to heal quickly from a career-threatening injury -- that you don’t take it for granted. I might well be stupid for this, but I won’t regret it, I’m a wrestler at the end of the day and no matter how dangerous, unpredictable, vicious and down right fucking psycho my opponent is, I’m going to go to that ring, wrestle the best I can, and with any luck walk out a three-time European Champion. (THE CROWD CHEER AS SCORPIO SMILES AND BETH BRINGS THE MICROPHONE BACK TO HERSELF.) BM: And have you been able to scout Mosa well? S: I’ve been watching old tapes of his series with Lupino, some pretty fucked-up stuff in there! Look, I get it, Drake Mosa is perhaps the most down-right frightening competitor this federation has seen in a long time. Am I scared of him? Yes. No man in that locker room, from Kenny Freeman to Phenom, can say the idea of facing Drake Mosa brings a smile to their faces. Most people in there are human enough to know when a line is crossed, Mosa isn’t human enough for that… Mosa will do ANYTHING… he’ll go into a hardcore match and do stuff even Torch cringes at… he’ll give people injuries that Fallen Angel shakes his head in disgust at… he’ll make people tap with holds that Shane Anderson has no idea how to do. (SCORPIO PAUSES, THINKING OVER THE MATCH WITH MOSA.) S: He’s dangerous, I know that. But c’mon… I’ve survived coming up four years walking into a backstage area populated by Georgie Nickles’ pile of shit haircut, if I can handle THAT travesty, I can handle Mosa. (BETH AND THE FANS GIVE A LOUD “OOOOOH!” AND LAUGH AT THE INSULT TO NICKLES, AND SCORPIO RUNS A HAND THROUGH HIS OWN PERFECTLY STYLED HAIR, SLIDING OFF HIS SUNGLASSES AND WINKING INTO THE CAMERA. HE THEN TURNS BACK TO BETH.) S: In all seriousness though… I know you, my friends in the back and my fans are worried about this match, but I promise you, I’ll walk out of this one on my own two feet. In fact, here’s another promise… I’ll walk out of this one on my own two feet carrying the European Championship, and it’s going to be Fabulous. (HE SMILES AND REPLACES THE SUNGLASSES AS BETH THANKS HIM FOR HIS TIME, AND SCORPIO HEADS OFF. THE CROWD CHEER AS BETH TURNS TO THE CAMERA, MENTIONING THE NEXT MATCH AND THE SCENE FADES OUT…) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Scorpio and Mosa...two very different styles of wrestler...and we will finally have some resolution over the European Championship it seems. SJ: Yeah when Drake Mosa breaks what’s left of Scorpio... SC: Up next folks the Tag Team titles has been a contentious battle here in the T.F.W.F. for months now. The emergence of new teams left, right and centre has made it a hotly contested division and that is no different tonight as three teams vie to put themselves in pole position to challenge Proctor and Apollo. NEW YORK CARD: Old School Style vs Anti Social Network vs Horizons [FLASHBACK: THE FORMATION OF THE ANTI SOCIAL NETWORK IS SHOWN AS WELL AS THE OSS SEEING THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO BOOST THEMSELVES UP THE RANKINGS. HORIZONS LOSING TO PROCTOR AND APOLLO AT THE PPV AND THEIR BITTER RIVALRY WITH THE OSS IS ALSO SHOWN. THE THREE TEAMS INTERACTIONS OVER THE LAST FEW WEEKS IS HIGHLIGHTED.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is under tornado tag rules!!! (CROWD POP.) *'WASTING TIME' - RED PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A YING AND YANG SYMBOL COMES TOGETHER BEFORE EXPLODING AND THE TRON VIDEO OF HORIZONS PLAYS AS THE TWO MEN MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 360 pounds...Alex Flare...Dante Rivers...Horizons!!! SC: Torando rules means all 6 men will be in the ring at one time this has the makings of chaos Snoop... SJ: And to win this thing you are going to have to be fast, agile and know your partner inside and out. Who ticks all three those boxes...these guys right here. JH: And their opponents... *'WHAT' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE FLANKED BY MOSS AND JORDAN OF OLD SCHOOL STYLE. THEIR FAMED TRON VIDEO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE THREE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING WITH PURPOSE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by their trainer APB...at a total combined weight of 464 pounds...Adam Moss...Sean Jordan...Old School Style!!! SC: APB will not be at ringside for this contest.. SJ: Yeah fatty needs to shove his fingers down his throat for the next hour or so... SC: WILL YOU STOP! JH: And their opponents... *’SONIC BOOM’ PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. A MONTAGE OF KENT AND FREEMAN’S VIDEOS PLAY AS THE TWO LEAP ONTO THE RAMP WITH PYROS GOING OFF ALL AROUND THEM. THEY BEGIN DISTRIBUTING POCKET PROTECTORS AMONGST THE CROWD ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 430 pounds...Kenny ‘KFree’ Freeman...’The 8 Bit Kid’ Kent Clark...The Anti Social Network!!! SC: Handing out pocket protectors...I love it!!! SJ: What a set of idiots, who wants a pocket protector. SC: The guys are just poking fun at themselves Snoop...settle down. SJ: BRING OUT SOME HOT DOGS AND BEER NEXT TIME YOU LOSERS! SC: Jeez...seriously settle down... THE MATCH BEGINS...the teams all start off in their respective corners. Rivers instantly charges towards Clark, who was expecting this. When Rivers leaps up for the high knee, Clark side steps it and quickly takes Rivers down with a short arm clothesline. Clark turns just in time to see Jordan coming closer to him. The two lock up and have a test of strength for a moment before Jordan gets advantage with a reverse arm lock. Clark tries to break himself free but has no luck. Jordan continues to transition in the hold until he has the right position to scoop Clark over with a nice arm drag. Jordan jumps up and instantly comes crashing down with a elbow drop on Clark’s chest before hopping back up to be met with the boots of Rivers, who nails the dropkick. Moss and Freeman are tangled up in a hold with Moss keeping Freeman held tight in the hold while Flare stands off to the side, conserving energy. Rivers instantly charges at the ropes, using them to springboard off to hit a springboard moonsault on Jordan. Rivers continues to lay into Jordan with the stomps before leaving him be. Rivers instantly turns his attention to Clark who was just beginning to pick himself back up off the mat. Rivers throws Clark at the ropes and Clark is instantly thrown back towards Rivers, who takes the opportunity to hit Clark with a huge enziguri, causing the noise to echo through the arena. Rivers instantly dives on top of Clark looking for the quick pin, 1.. 2... Freeman breaks the pin up! A big mess breaks out as Flare grabs Freeman and throws him out of the ring, sending him crashing to the side. Inside the ring though, Adam Moss gets involved with both Horizon guys as they try to take the bigger man down with a weak clothesline from Flare. When that leaves nothing but a tickle on Moss the two back up to the ropes and bounce off charging towards Moss at the same speed. Moss smirks before charging towards them, taking both of them out with a shoulder block! The crowd pop as Moss turns to see Clark and Jordan both getting to their feet. Moss nods to Jordan, who is behind Clark at the moment, before stepping forward and grabbing Clark quickly enough to hit a scoop slam on him. Jordan runs back to the ropes, but Freeman is back up outside the ring! Freeman trips Jordan into the mat before dragging him outside the ring. Jordan and Freeman start trading blows outside the ring as Moss sighs and walks over to Clark again. Moss goes to pick Clark back up to his feet but Clark will have nothing of it as he shoves Moss away. Moss stumbles a few steps before Clark runs up and leaps, hooking his legs around Moss and taking him down with a hurricurana! Clark wastes no time climbing a turnbuckle as Moss rolls to get to his feet. Moss pushes himself back up as Clark takes off, nailing Moss with a huge diving crossbody! Clark manages to cover Moss following the hit... 1... 2... Flare breaks it up by dropping a knee on the spine of Clark! With Clark rolling around in agony, Flare ushers his partner up. Rivers snaps out of the daze and looks at the damage in the ring. Moss is out after the crossbody, Clark is in pain, Flare is up, and Freeman is trading blows with Jordan just outside the ring. Rivers smirks before taking off to the ropes, baseball sliding himself into Jordan, who crashes into the barricade with a thud. Rivers takes advantage of Freeman as well, sending him head first into the ring post as the crowd boo. SC: What a mess this match is! Nobody can control what’s going on here! SJ: Everyone is flying around; everything is moving so fast... well, except Moss of course! SC: Moss seems to be using the power to his advantage though. It took Kent Clark to take the man down! Moss might play off that size difference well. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...the confusion of the match continue with all 6 men continuing the battle. Horizons seem to be controlling the match for a bit but what they didn’t count on is Moss working his way back into the match. While Rivers works on Clark inside the ring, Moss pulls himself up with the ropes and sneaks behind Rivers, turning him around and slamming a few quick jabs into the jaw of Rivers. The stunned Rivers stumbles right into Moss’ grasp as Moss picks Rivers up onto his shoulders and hits a falling body slam. The crowd ‘ooo’, feeling Rivers’ pain. Rivers rolls out of the ring leaving just Clark and Moss now in the ring while Jordan and Flare trade blows outside the ring. Moss picks Clark up like dead weight and lays into him much like he did to Rivers moments before. Moss seems to be in control as he throws Clark towards the corner. As soon as Clark’s back collides with the corner Moss is already off and running towards Clark, giving him no chance to react. Moss leaps into the air and collides with Clark, crushing him against the turnbuckle. Clark stumbles forward a bit and Moss follows through after him with a running splash that sends both men crashing to the mat. Moss gets on top of Clark hoping that this is the end of the match. 1...2... no! Freeman breaks the pin up! With Jordan and Flare duelling on the outside still, Freeman was able to slip into the ring to stop his partner from being pinned. Freeman lays into Moss with stomps but Moss eventually shoves Freeman away. Moss stands but is instantly hit with a dropkick from Freeman. The dropkick reels the big man who eventually has to rest against the ropes to stay standing. With Moss in that position, Freeman charges forward, and clotheslines Moss over the ropes! Both men crash to the outside as the crowd cheer. Back in the ring we see Rivers returning from the outside of the ring to climb on top of one of the turnbuckles just as Flare throws Jordan into some steel steps on the outside of the ring. Flare gets into the ring and Rivers yells at him to pick him up, which Flare does. With the groggy Clark now being forced to stand, Rivers stands straight up on the turnbuckle before leaping off and crashing into Clark with a knee strike. Rivers covers as Flare watches Jordan who begins to move, 1...2...NO. Freeman gets back in the ring and breaks the pin! With Flare watching Jordan, Freeman was able to slip in the ring no problem. This causes some problems though as both Horizons members start to beat down on Freeman with a flurry of punches and kicks until he is lying on the mat. Luckily for Freeman though, both Jordan and Moss enter the ring once again, going toe to toe with Horizons. With blows being traded between the two teams, The Anti Social Network is given a long awaited rest to regain some energy. SJ: Anti Social Network proving to have no skills compared to the more experienced teams in this match. SC: I wouldn’t just say that. This match is full of top Tag Teams, with a bunch of talented High Flyers in the match as well. Everybody has been getting their fair bit of shots in tonight I would say! SJ: Except Clark. The guy is such a has been he’s making Freeman look like the number one guy for the Anti Social Network! SC: Will you stop!? FINISH...the brawl between Horizons and Old School Style continues for awhile now with both teams trying to get that big set of moves in. Flare looks to take control of the match when he is able to hit a springboard enziguri that rocks Jordan. Horizons are able to turn their attention to Moss once again and all Moss can do is stare them down. Rivers and Flare share a glance before charging forward. Rivers leaps up and hits a forearm while Flare adds in some added damage with a dropkick to Moss’ side. Moss hits the mat hard and Flare instantly runs over to the corner, leaping up to the turnbuckle as Rivers returns the favour of Flare earlier by holding Moss up. Flare looks down at the groggy Moss before leaping off. Moss just smirks to himself before breaking free of Rivers and using the now free arm to strike Flare down to the mat before he can even hit Moss! Moss turns around and blasts Rivers with a clothesline and the moment Rivers shoves himself back up, Moss hits a huge spinebuster! Moss goes for the cover, 1...2... no! Clark breaks up the pin! Moss hits the mat in frustration before getting back up and turning to face Clark, who is looking exhausted himself. Clark wastes no time and charges towards Moss leaping up with a forearm strike that causes Moss to stumble a few steps and when Moss snaps out of it he steps towards Clark again, only to be hit with a superkick! Moss crashes down to the mat with pain rushing through his jaw as Clark instantly goes to the top rope. Clark dives down and hits a picture perfect moonsault all the while keeping the pin going, 1...2... now Flare breaks the pin! Clark gets to his feet looking over to Flare with an annoyed look on his face. The two trade some quick blows before Clark takes advantage by whipping Flare over towards the ropes. Flare hits the ropes but is wise enough to lift his arm towards Clark just as Clark does himself. Clark and Flare hit a clothesline on one another and now every man in the ring is taken out. Freeman is the only one showing life outside of the ring as he gets to his feet as Jordan is just doing the same. Freeman slides in and he and Jordan start to trade blows before Jordan seemingly takes advantage, hitting a quick snap suplex on Freeman. Freeman doesn’t see Moss now standing behind him and when Jordan shoves Freeman towards the middle of the ring, Moss runs by and bounces off the ropes, joining Jordan in a run towards Freeman... SPEARLINE. SC: Old School Style capitalize on the opportunity and hit the Spearline! This could be all she wrote. SJ: If only they had the energy to make the pin attempt still. SC: That’s true, but at least Moss is crawling towards Freeman now... Moss goes down to make the pin attempt. Horizons instantly hop up, knowing they need to stop the pin. The outnumbered Jordan is quickly thrown from the ring to the outside. Flare breaks the pin attempt and instantly drags Moss back to his feet. Rivers and Flare team up to hit a huge double suplex on Moss that obviously rocks the big man. Moss tries sitting up to get back into the match but Flare and Rivers are quick to hit the Hydro Flame! Flare goes for the cover on Moss as Rivers makes sure nobody gets involved. 1... 2... 3! Winners, via pinfall: Horizons SC: Horizons have done it and once more put themselves into pole position to challenge for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... SJ: These guys should be the Champions and if Proctor and Apollo can walk after tonight...their only job is to walk to Flare and Rivers and hand over the gold... (CUT TO LA) (BACKSTAGE.) (WE CUT TO THE BACKSTAGE AREA TO A SMIRKING DARRIUS KING ALONGSIDE OZZY FINCH. THE CROWD SHOWERS THE FRANCHISE PLAYER WITH HEAT AS HE ARCHES AN EYEBROW, SLOWLY TURNING HIS HEAD TO THE BACKSTAGE JOURNALIST.) OF: "TFWF galaxy, I'm here with none other than Darrius Ki--" (IMMEDIATELY, KING BUTTS IN, PUTTING A HAND IN FRONT OF OZZY'S FACE AND GIVING HIM A HARD GLARE.) DK: Now, before you go off and start embarrassin' yo' skinny ass again, let's do it right. You ain't here with just anybody, peckerwood -- you with Darrius King... of the Deathmatch. OF: I'm sorry? DK: Oh, what -- you ain't heard? You ain't follow the King's Twtter? That's gon' be the King's new name after tonight. Got a ring to it, right? 'Darrius King of the Deathmatch?' OF: ...riiiiight... DK: Bitch, what do you know? 'Cause King knows if you don't get that dumbass look off yo' face, he gon' lay four knucks upside that head and knock it off, feel me? (FINCH IMMEDIATELY STRAIGHTENS UP AS KING SCOFFS. IT'S GETTING MORE AND MORE CLEAR THAT DESPITE HIS BIG TALK, HOWEVER, KING IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO PLAY OFF HOW LITTLE HE'S INTIMIDATED BY TONIGHT'S TOURNAMENT.) OF: Well, tonight, Darrius King... of the Deathmatch... is going up against Jonny Br-- DK: Hell yeah, he goin' up against Jonny Briggs! And the King gon' tell you right now... it's been a long time comin', but the blackest brotha in the galaxy gon' claim his shit tonight. King knows patience, but he be waitin' too damn long for a fair shot, and if he ain't gon' get it? You damn he gon' take it. OF: Any strategies going into your 'Fans Bring in the Weapons' match? (DARRIUS SNICKERS.) DK: Only that the King gon' win 'cause muhfuckin' Briggs ain't got no fans. And if by some miracle he do? They still ain't gon' do shit, 'cause King knows Ireland, and the King ain't goin' get hit by no potatoes and Lucky Charms tonight, feel me? (OZZY NARROWS HIS EYES A BIT AS KING CONTINUES.) DK: And as for the rest of the tournament? Y'all better not be sleepin' on a brotha, 'cause just like that? The King gon' get you, no doubt. All hail, baby. (KING STARES RIGHT INTO THE CAMERA, WITH A PLASTERED SMIRK OF CONFIDENCE.) DK: All hail. (RINGSIDE.) MM: Did Darrius King seem a little nervous to you? TO: For me personally...King needs to step up his game tonight, the man has been all talk for well the best part of a year now and not a ton of action. TR: His win loss record is horrendous actually...but everything can change in a tournament and under these conditions. MM: Well conditions could not separate these two men last time...Panache and Apollo the first two men in the history of the T.F.W.F. to have a qualifier rematch at the event...in this case it’s now a first round match...with a chance to book their place in the semi finals... LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: 1ST ROUND - FLAMING CASKET MATCH Sean Panache vs Leander Apollo [FLASHBACK: THE CONTROVERSIAL QUALIFIER WHICH SAW NEITHER MAN ACTUALLY ADVANCE WITH A WIN TO THE TOURNAMENT IS SHOWN. THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE AND THE EXECUTORS OF IAN’S ESTATE AGREED AND WITH IT ANNOUNCED ON T.F.W.F. FACEBOOK THAT THE TWO WOULD MEET ONCE MORE IN THE ACTUAL TOURNAMENT ITSELF.] P: This match is a 1st round King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a Flaming Casket match!!! (DECENT CROWD POP.) *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 195 pounds...Sean Panache!!! MM: A lot of pressure here tonight on the One Ring Circus and imagine if either Panache or Kovalenko win this thing...World title shot on the horizon? TO: I am not sure how Michael Thunder would react to that! TR: Probably throw his toys out the pram! P: And his opponent... *'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...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...'The Red Comet' Leander Apollo!!! MM: The ORC vs the Tag Champs...we have seen it once tonight we are going to see it again now...but these men were inseperable in the qualifier. TR: I love the fact we can see them go at it again, whether you love them or hate them, this will be a great contest. TO: I just wanna see some fire! THE MATCH BEGINS...with Panache reluctant to lock up with the larger Apollo. Every time Leander moves forward, Sean darts out of the way, a smirk on his face. An increasingly frustrated Apollo stands in the centre of the ring, arms outstretched, beckoning Panache forward. He offers Sean the first punch, sticking his chin out. Panache eagerly rushes forward to strike, but Leander blocks it and lands a sharp smack to the face that knocks Sean down! As Panache moves back, rubbing his jaw, Apollo plays up to the cheering crowd. MM: Panache got suckered in and Apollo makes the first strike. TR: Leander’s partner Jason Proctor tried to play fair with Viktor Kovalenko, but Apollo’s not making the same mistake with his ORC opponent. TO: Yeah, but now Panache knows the gloves are off, and that can only mean trouble. An embarrassed Panache glares at the crowd, then turns back to Apollo. He rushes forward, but Leander ducks a clothesline attempt and responds with more shots to the face and a short arm clothesline that sends Panache to the mat. Sean rolls out of the ring, venting his frustration to the fans in the front row. Apollo climbs out of the ring and Panache retreats, Leander giving chase. Panache rolls into the ring and Apollo is about to follow him when he stops, standing back and shaking his head, not falling for the obvious trap. He heads towards the ring steps, then pauses. Apollo walks over to the announce table and grabs a chair, before walking up the steps and into the ring! MM: Leander Apollo isn’t wasting any time here and grabbed a weapon! TO: King of the Deathmatches, baby! Anything goes! TR: You gotta love it! A visibly scared Panache tries to reason with Apollo, but Leander charges forward. Sean ducks the chair, then rolls to avoid another shot, before dropkicking Apollo in the knee! Leander drops to the mat, losing the chair which Panache eagerly picks up. He swings down, but Apollo barely avoids the shot, quickly getting back to his feet and grabbing him in a double leg takedown. Both men scramble for dominance, Apollo gaining an advantage with his weight and technical skills, before Panache makes a desperate grab for the chair and swings it, nailing Leander in the side of the head! MM: Apollo takes a nasty shot to the head right there! TR: These two men have so much talent, this is a match won by inches. TO: It’s gonna be real hard for either of them to get their opponent in the casket. If Panache wants to win this, he needs to take full advantage of this opening. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Panache do just that, climbing to his feet and swinging the chair down on Apollo’s back again and again, before nailing him with a chair-assisted legdrop! Leander crawls to the corner and tries to pull himself up, but Panache is on him immediately, attacking with hard kicks to the stomach and capping them off with a big kick to the side of Apollo’s rattled head. Panache drags Apollo out of the ring and towards the casket, demanding the referee to open it. He tries to push Leander inside, but Apollo isn’t beaten yet, fighting back with elbows to the ribs. He whips Panache into the crowd barrier, but Sean leaps onto the railing and moonsaults back onto Leander! With Apollo on the floor, Panache stands to bask in the limelight, but only gets a chorus of boos that he dismisses with a wave of his hand. MM: Sean Panache, looking confident. TR: Let’s not hope he’s overconfident. He still needs to get Apollo into that casket. TO: And set it on fire! As much as I’m looking forward to seeing that, not even I want to be stuck in a little box when it’s lit up. Apollo won’t go down easy. Leander gets to his knees and receives a dropkick to the face for his troubles. Panache searches under the ring for more weapons and pulls out a trash can, which he smashes over Apollo’s back and head. Sean grabs Apollo by the head and struggles to pull him back to the casket, but Leander still won’t give in. He slams Panache’s face against the casket, then suplexes him on the floor! Sean grabs his back and cries in pain as Apollo forces himself to stand. He picks Panache up and slams his head against the ring apron, then throws him into the steps! MM: A much more aggressive, brawling style from the technically proficient Leander Apollo, guys. TO: This is a brutal match, and you have to get down and dirty to win it. TR: I agree with Torch. Apollo is a great submission wrestler, but if wants to win this match, he needs to keep Panache grounded and beat him to a pulp. Apollo rolls Panache into the ring and looks under the apron, grinning as he pulls out a table! The crowd cheer him on as he pushes it into the ring, then slowly climbs inside. Sean is back on his feet and Apollo catches him from behind, slamming Panache with one, then two, then a third German suplex! With Panache struggling to stand, Apollo sets up the table, the crowd’s energy keeping him on his feet. He grabs Sean and pulls him to his feet, but Panache hits him with a kick to the groin, followed by a stiff super kick that seems to knock Apollo for six! Leander is flat on his back as Panache grimaces and grabs the chair once more. The crowd boo ferociously as he lays the chair over Panache’s face and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. MM: You don’t think he’s- TR & TO: Of course he is! Panache spits down on Apollo before leaping into the air - Roulette Spin onto the chair! Leander quivers on the mat as Panache howls in pain, holding his hip as he stands and roars in triumph! He’s not done yet, though; spying the table, Panache drags a limp Apollo towards it and struggles to lay him on top. He’s about to climb the turnbuckle again when he looks down to the casket and the referee. Panache rolls out of the ring and approaches the referee, wrenching the lighter fluid and matches from the official’s grasp. With a half-grimace, half-smirk on his face, he rolls back inside. The crowd know what’s happening and their boos grow louder as Panache pulls Apollo off the table and sprays lighter fluid across it. Sean struggles to seat Leander on the top turnbuckle before lighting a match and setting it to the table! Flames dart up as Panache climbs onto the turnbuckles! TO: Now that is beautiful. MM: Beautiful!? Panache is going to hurricanrana Leander Apollo into the table! TR: The King of the Deathmatches has drawn a real vicious streak out of Sean, Mac! Panache stands on the top turnbuckle, ready to land his move. But Apollo, sensing the danger, begins to fight back. The two men struggle back and forth, Leander desperately trying to save himself, Panache attacking his opponent’s battered head. But Apollo lands a stiff shot to the gut and grabs the opening with a massive powerbomb through the flaming table! “Holy shit!” chants go up around the arena as Panache screams and scrambles out of the ring, attendants already on him with fire extinguishers! MM: Panache was just set on fire! TO: Gotta put him in the casket first, Leander! TR: Apollo’s gotta remember how to walk before he can do anything else! He’s lying in the corner and he looks totally out of it! FINISH...The match ends as Apollo struggles to pull himself back to his feet. He practically falls out of the ring, staggering towards a crawling Panache. Leander strikes with open palm chops to Sean’s back, blisters popping and bleeding! Apollo grabs him by the hair and pulls him to the casket, but Panache hits back with a low blow. He smashes Leander’s head against the wooden casket again and again, splitting Apollo’s forehead open, before dropping him with a DDT on the floor! Apollo is out but Panache screams in pain, holding his back and forcing himself to stand. MM: Sean Panache with the advantage here, but I don’t think he’s got enough strength to pick Apollo up! TR: Where there’s a will, there’s a way, Mac. TO: These guys are beat to hell and one of them has at least one more match tonight! I love the King of the Deathmatches! Panache tries unsuccessfully to pick Apollo up before turning to the casket. Sean drags it off of its stand, placing it on the floor next to Leander, and tries to shove his opponent inside. Apollo senses the danger and valiantly struggles. Fighting dirty, Leander rakes the eyes and spins Panache around. He attempts a German suplex right into the casket, but Sean fires back with elbows to the face. Apollo staggers backwards and Panache kicks him in the stomach before hooking the arms and planting Leander with a double underhook piledriver right into the casket! Panache slams the casket shut and grabs the last of the lighter fluid, pouring it over the box. He sparks a match, tosses it, and the casket goes up in flames! The referee calls for the bell as ring crew rush towards the casket, but Panache lashes out at them, yelling at Apollo through the burning wood. SP: How do you like it!? How do you like it, you son of a bitch!? MM: Sean Panache has lost control here! TO: When the fire gets into you, this can happen. Panache finally backs off and the fire is quickly extinguished. He staggers up the ramp to a chorus of boos. TR: Panache better hold onto that killer instinct, because he’s got another match to come! Winner, and advancing: Sean Panache (CUT TO NY) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Los Angeles has now seen two men Jason Proctor and Sean Panache go into the semi finals...and we are now set for our first title match of the night. The One Ring Circus has featured heavily so far and the one member with an actual title...Georgie Nickles defends her title against a man who has made it clear he wants to make her suffer... NEW YORK CARD: DWIWF North American Championship Match Georgie Nickles (c) vs AC Thunder [FLASHBACK: THUNDER’S ARRIVAL IN THE T.F.W.F. IN THE MIDST OF TRYING TO STOP THE ORC FROM TAKING OVER. HIS PERSONAL RIVALRY WITH GEORGIE IS SHOWN THROUGH VARIOUS INDEPENDENT EVENTS AS WELL AS THEIR BACK AND FORTH HERE IN THE T.F.W.F. SPECIFICALLY THE LAST FEW WEEKS.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship!!! (CROWD POP.) *'BURN' - PAPA ROACH PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. THE ORC/NICKLES TRON VIDEO BURSTS TO LIFE. GEORGIE STEPS ONTO THE RAMP WITH PURPOSE. THROWS A ORC SIGNAL WITH HER HANDS IN THE AIR AND MAKES HER WAY TOWARDS THE RING LOOKING EVER THE DEVIL AS SHE DOES.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Chicago, Illinois...weighing 137 pounds...The Original Rebel Child...she is the DWIWF North American Champion...Georgie Nickles!!! SC: Such an impactful wrestler...and you think when you look back at the careers of Kirsta Lewis...Latrisha...to name two who transitioned effectively to the male division, nobody has adapted and had more success in the history of wrestling than this lady. SJ: And what a lady...Scorpio’s comments earlier just sum up how jealous and fearful this male division is of what The Original Rebel Child can do! JH: And her opponent... *'SUPERHERO - JANE'S ADDICTION PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. A LIGHTENING BOLT EFFECT HITS THE RAMP IN FRONT OF THE CURTAIN AS THE SMOKE RISES AC THUNDER WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS TRON VIDEO BEHIND HIM SHOWING THE VARIOUS MOVES HE DOES. THUNDER MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A LOOK OF PURPOSE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada...weighing 250 pounds...AC Thunder!!! SC: Not many wrestlers know Georgie better than this man and a chance for AC to prove why he is here and what intentions he has on getting gold in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: He hasn’t got a chance, he will probably sit down in the ring and start crying about how Nickles betrayed everything good and by the time he has finished she will have kicked his ass and won! THE MATCH BEGINS...and Thunder poses for a lock-up, holding out his arms as Nickles stands and shakes her head. The crowd boo and Thunder goes for a test of strength, and Nickles falls into the corner shaking her head again to more boos. Thunder then turns his back and Nickles springs to life, looking to attack Thunder from behind -- but AC knows Nickles well enough and turns, expecting the blind-side, and counters it with a boot to the gut! AC then gets on the offensive sending Nickles towards the corner with a big shot off the top turnbuckle before he rattles her with a few strikes. Nickles struggles about the ring, turning around into a big russian legsweep from Thunder who follows up with a leg drop to a big cheer. He then runs Nickles off the ropes and takes her down with a big clothesline, following up with a shoulder block and finally a big spinebuster to drop the North American Champion. Thunder then keeps it on the ground, beating down on Nickles with some lefts and rights before he pulls her up and signals for a powerbomb to the Original Rebel Child. Thunder lifts her up -- but with the referee unable to see Nickles rakes the eyes, dropping down! The crowd boo loudly as Nickles smirks and Thunder stumbles about holding his eyes. He then turns into a brutal right from Nickles, before she dropkicks him into the ropes, landing him on the second. She then places a knee into the back of his head, choking him out on the ropes and breaks just before the 5, leaving Thunder on the ropes. Nickles climbs up top, staring down as Thunder is hanging part way out the ring on the second rope before she leaps off with a big diving fame asser, stunning him across the ropes! The crowd boo as Nickles is back in, going for a pin but Thunder kicks out. Nickles then stands again, taunting as Thunder is still affected by the eye rake, and as he turns she catches him with a gut kick, hooking him for a swinging neckbreaker before she runs off the ropes with a senton, followed by a second, and finally a standing splash for 2. Once again the crowd boo Nickles as she lands a roundhouse kick to Thunder once he’s on his knees, trying for another pin -- which Thunder kicks out from -- and she goes for another with a hooked leg -- but Thunder kicks out again. SC: Georgie Nickles is showing her frustration at not having wrapped this one up, but we all know AC Thunder is better than that! SJ: Actually I didn’t know that. And still don’t. SC: You didn’t even know Crème de la Crème was gay. SJ: Wait, WHAT?! HE WAS GAY?! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Nickles’ offence continue, however there begins to be signs of Thunder getting back into it. At one stage Nickles goes for a signature frankensteiner but Thunder is able to hold on to the ropes, resisting the move, however as he goes for a big boot to the smaller Nickles on the return Nickles drops down, rolling him up for two. Nickles then carries on the attack with some big knee shots to the head and follows it with a driving cutter, hooking the leg and only earning another two. Thunder pushes to his feet and as Nickles is arguing with the referee he makes a cut-throat, knocking her down and setting her up for a wheelbarrow suplex! The crowd go wild as Thunder wrenches back -- but Nickles reverses it into a bulldog to huge boos! She then goes up top, leaping off with a swanton bomb before not even going for a cover, choosing to gloat to the fans and watch the replay on the TA-tron. She then turns back to Thunder, who is waiting for her as he hooks Nickles immediately for a gutwrench powerbomb and the crowd are on their feet -- but Nickles elbows at the top of his head, slipping out behind. Nickles then reaches through his legs with a low blow to massive heat from the fans, and Nickles manages to push Thunder out of the ring under the bottom rope. She then begins to use the environment on the outside to her advantage, landing an enzuigiri after springboarding off the steel stairs, and slamming Thunder off the metal ringside barrier. She then hauls Thunder into the ring and sets up on the apron for a springboard attack, and as Thunder stands she leaps -- but Thunder catches her in mid-air and counters with a massive capture suplex! The fans go wild as Nickles slowly gets to her feet, but is dropped immediately with a clothesline, Nickles up, shoulder block from Thunder, Nickles staggers up again and this time Thunder irish whips her into the corner and nails her with a big back elbow! He smacks his own chest, staring wide-eyed as Nickles staggers to her feet, and he clubs her back down again, hooking Nickles around the waist -- and this time hits the wheelbarrow suplex to a big reaction! He covers… but Nickles kicks out in time! Thunder shakes his head as the crowd are obviously disappointed not to see a new champion. SC: This one has built for so long as Thunder has fought the One Ring Circus valiantly, and Nickles isn’t going to lose this resolution match without a fight! SJ: She isn’t going to lose it full stop! SC: I’m pretty sure AC Thunder would have a thing or two to say about that Snoop… SJ: Yeah! “I give up”! FINISH...Re-focusing in a bid to win the match Thunder stalks behind Nickles, beckoning for her to get up as he signals to the crowd that he’s going for a sleeper hold. Nickles stumbles up, backing into Thunder and immediately he applies to submission while the crowd are on their feet, excited to see Nickles pass out -- but Nickles is able to counter it with a jawbreaker! The fans boo as Thunder stumbles back and as he turns Nickles catches him with a roundhouse kick, following up with a tornado DDT that gets a loud gasp with the sick crunch into the mat. Nickles covers… one… two… NO! Thunder fires the shoulder up to a wild cheer, but Nickles isn’t giving up there as she beats down on Thunder, smashing his head off the mat and screaming for him to stay down. The assault has little affect though as Thunder manages to roll it over, and as Nickles carries on attacking Thunder hooks her in a gutwrench on the mat, lifting her up onto one of his shoulders for the gutwrench powerbomb -- and Nickles begins to wildly shake her head as the fans cheer loudly -- GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB FROM AC THUNDER! The roof almost blows off the arena for the move as Thunder makes the cover… ONE… TWO… THR-- NO! Nickles kicks out, breaking the hearts of nearly every fan and her challenger, and the kickout is met with some serious heat. Thunder regroups, dragging Nickles up as he throws in a few punches, sending her into the corner. He then goes for an irish whip out of the corner, but Nickles looks to reverse it, falling down into a drop toe hold that brings the larger AC to the mat, and Nickles is on his back with a modified camel clutch in seconds. She wrenches back on his head, looking to submit AC , but there’s no chance as Thunder powers out of it with Nickles on his back! Nickles looks like a rabbit in the headlights once again as she’s at the mercy of Thunder, who throws her forward and lands her on her feet in front of him! Thunder then sets up, signalling for a High Voltage -- but as he lifts Nickles drops out behind him, and as he turns he’s nailed with it -- HIGH HEELS! Thunder hits the deck and Nickles collapses onto him, rolling every bit of his own weight on top of his shoulders as she can… one… two… three! Nickles retains the championship. Winner, via pinfall and STILL DWIWF North American Champion: Georgie Nickles SC: Nickles takes it out of nowhere, a close contest but there are very few that have matched Georgie Nickles in recent times. SJ: What did I tell you?! SC: You did back the right competitor here, but you forgot to mention she’d have to use an eye rake, a low blow, and what many may call a lucky landing at the end to take it! SJ: Technicalities… (CUT TO LA) MM: Our first title match of the evening in New York in the books...gentlemen your thoughts. TO: Nickles and Thunder has been brewing for so long Mahoney, I think we know who won that war now because of the outcome of the match. MM: Two matches down in the 1st round...the third is up next...and it’s a Heavyweight one at that...both men former World Champions...both men with no love lost between them...and both men...are not afraid to punish the other...a lot. LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: 1ST ROUND - PIRANHA FISH TANK MATCH Joey Lupino vs Phenom [FLASHBACK: THE ROAD BOTH MEN TOOK TO GET HERE IS SHOWN IN THE QUALIFIERS AS WELL AS A SMALL CLIP ON BOTH MEN BECOMING WORLD CHAMPIONS AS WELL.] P: This match is a 1st round King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a Piranha Fishtank match!!! (DECENT CROWD POP.) *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from, New York, New York...weighing 235 pounds...Joey Lupino!!! MM: Lupino no stranger to competing and being very successful in tournaments guys. TO: And don’t forget all the extreme matches he has been in his career...recently his feud with Drake Mosa. I think Lupino’s experience might have been overlooked in areas... TR: I agree with that statement, credentials are there as well, just look at what the man has done in his career...to me...this could well have been the final for this year, too bad they drew one another in the first round. P: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MAJOR MIXED REACTION. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) P: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! MM: He was a World Champion this time last year...but where he stands now in his mind...under major question. TO: The guy has lost it...which can mean one of two things...he doesn’t care about this and he annihilates all on his way to a win or he allows whatever is going on inside his head to get the better of him. THE MATCH BEGINS...With Joey Lupino and Phenom locking up.  Phenom gaining the upper hand momentarily as he drives his elbow into the face of Lupino.  Lupino doesn’t falter and drives his own elbow back into the face of the New York Nightmare!  Phenom’s eyes go wide and it’s as if he sees red as he drives his face into Lupino’s, head butting him before grabbing hold of the back of Lupino’s head and begins to forcefully drag him towards the piranha filled tank in the middle of the ring.  Lupino’s head is about to go into the water, but at the very last second he is able to catch himself on the rim of the tank even with the pressure being applied by the man who outweighs him by over sixty pounds.  Phenom, determined, drives a large meaty fist into the middle of Lupino’s back.  Lupino crumples slightly, still fighting for all he has to get away from the tank!  The fans are up on their feet, a mixed cheer coming from the crowd for both of the wrestlers, as Phenom drives another fist into Lupino’s back, Lupino still barely holding on as Phenom goes to drive another one, and Lupino gets out of the way just in the knick of time and Phenom goes head first into the tank!  The piranha are biting at Phenom’s face, the water turning just a slight pinkish tint as Lupino attempts to get the rest of the big man’s body inside the tank!  Water splashes around as Lupino gets the upper part of Phenom’s body in, but the New York Nightmare back kicks Lupino sending him away from him, and the now bleeding Phenom frees himself of the tank!  Shaking the water from his eyes,  Phenom charges towards Lupino who’s up on his feet and the two lock up once more.  Phenom bounces Lupino off of the ropes, and lowers himself slightly, his shoulder meets The Enforcers sternum and sends Lupino over and right into the water!  The ref begins to count… One… Two… Th… Lupino manages to get up onto his feet and the ref stops counting.  Phenom grabs hold of Lupino and forcefully ejects him from the tank. MM: Now for the folks joining us for the first ever King of the Death Matches, the only way to continue on after the first round is for either Phenom or Joey Lupino to submerge their opponent for five seconds total inside that tank. TR:  Phenom and Lupino both have been inside that tank once already, but they’re going to have to pull out all the stops if either one is going to get into that tank. TO:  You know, five seconds might not seem like a lot, but it feels like a life time. The fans are definitely getting their moneys worth tonight!  These two guys don’t look like they’re going to give a single inch.  MM: And Lupino has the upper hand! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Lupino having gotten the upper hand on Phenom after getting him into the corner and slamming him with a running knee strike.  Lupino, not letting go of momentum drags Phenom up onto his feet and whips him into the tank, but he doesn’t go in, but he does go onto his knees.  The Enforcer is quick to follow through and slams Phenom’s head against the edge of the tank, causing more blood to come from his face, Lupino begins to pull up his dazed opponent, turning him around to try and strong arm him into the tank, but Phenom recovers enough to grab hold of Lupino, bear hugging him and slamming him down onto the canvas.  With malice in his eyes, Phenom drops, sending an elbow into Lupino’s ribs.  Phenom gets back up onto his feet, taking a few moments to catch his breath and wipe the blood from his face as he pulls Lupino up onto his feet and tries to throw him into the tank.  Lupino still has fight left in him though as Phenom’s unable to lift him as Lupino bears down all his weight.   Lupino throws a left and then a right, before throwing another left.  The fans are going crazy as Lupino gets the upper hand but it’s quickly stolen away from him, as Phenom connects with Lupino’s face with a massive left.  Lupino staggers back, Phenom wastes no time and grabs hold of The Enforcer, maneuvering to throw him in, but Lupino counters and in goes Phenom, the water splashing out!  The ref begins to count.. One… Two… Lupino tries to cinch a hold to keep Phenom totally submerged.. Three… Phenom gets an arm free and  pulls Lupino’s face down into the water, where the piranha are not picky and begin biting at him!  Lupino lets go of Phenom and Phenom pushes up onto his knees even as the carnivorous fish continue to bite him.  Phenom slowly recovers getting out of the tank, but the damage is evident on both men as well as the tank having turned an even darker shade of pink.  Lupino and Phenom lock eyes and Lupino can’t move out of the way quickly enough of as a double axe handle comes crashing down upon him with Phenom swinging violently.  The New York Nightmare pulls Lupino towards him and hits him with a close quarters clothesline, before puling him up and pulls Lupino towards the tank while his opponent is still dazed.  Phenom forces Lupino’s head down into the water, holding it there while Lupino flails! MM:  My God, it looks like Phenom is trying to drown Lupino! TO:  Already said that this guy has lost it, and he keeps proving it time and time again. TR:  Lupino is able to break the hold, but it doesn’t seem as if the big man is going ot try and stop any time soon. FINISH...Both men have landed in the tank at the same time after Lupino gets free.  The official keeping a close eye on what is going on.  Lupino swipes Phenom’s leg out from under him, and Phenom goes down.. One… Tw… Phenom is able to free himself of Lupino’s grasp and gets up onto his feet, but Lupino isn’t letting up as he once again tries to break Phenom’s balance.  Phenom goes down for a second time in just as many minutes, Lupino attempts to give it his all but by the four count, Phenom has pushed Lupino away, and manages to get up onto his feet.  Lupino, not to be deterred, goes in for a third time, but Phenom is ready for him, and grabs hold of Lupino and throws him out of the tank!  The New York Nightmare takes a moment to get his bearings and catch his breath before getting out of the tank as well.  Lupino is also making his way up onto his feet, and the two clash, a left delivered by Phenom landing squarely on Lupino’s chin, a right served by Lupino connecting with Phenom’s face.  The fans continuing to give a mixed reaction as both of these fan favorites continue to put each other through the paces.  Lupino whips Phenom into the ropes, Phenom ducks under the clothesline, Lupino spins around and meets the big boot to the sternum!  As Lupino doubles over, Pheom is there wrapping his hand around Lupino’s throat for the Final Destination!  He goes to heft Lupino up, Lupino locks down all his weight, Phenom can’t lift him and Lupino kicks off of Phenom, breaking away from the hold.  The fans are up on their seats as the action continues to grow, Lupino goes on the offensive, kicking Phenom once more, before delivering several European Uppercuts.  Phenom gets pushed into the corner, where Lupino climbs the bottom turnbuckle and begins to waylay into Phenom as the fans count every single punch.  Lupino lays one more on Phenom, Phenom begins to go down, but at the last moment he wraps his arms around Lupino and pushes outward, sending both men to the canvas!  Phenom then drives a boot into the midsection of Lupino, before pulling him up.  He tosses Lupino into the ropes, Lupino telegraphs off and Phenom has him locked in for the Final Destination!  With his hand around Lupino’s throat, Phenom leads him towards the tank, driving a forearm into Lupino’s head, Phenom then delivers a Final Destination into the pirahna tank!  The ref begins to count..the fans counting with him… One… Two… Lupino struggles… Four… He tries again but he’s fully submerged as Phenom holds him down.  Five!  The bell rings, and Phenom’s arm is raised in victory! MM:  And what you are seeing here ladies and gentlemen is only the first round of the King of the Death Matches.  I have to say I am extremely glad that I’m not a competitor in this. TR:  With Phenom going into the second round, it’s his for the taking. TO:  I wouldn’t be too sure on that, he still has a lot of issues going into this. Phenom stands victiorious as all of a sudden the giggle is heard over the speakers...the tron goes from static to the 'Awaken' video shown before on T.F.W.F. broadcasting and facebook. As it plays out...Phenom loses it and begins going back after the defeated Lupino like some enraged monster. He picks him up and then 'Final Destinations' him into the actual tank. 'Holy Shit' chants echo through the arena as Lupino twitches once on the ground badly cut open. Phenom...his eyes bulging stands there and begins mouthing the words 'I am the monster' before walking to the back as EMTs rush to check on Lupino. Winner, and advancing: Phenom (CUT TO NY) SC: Unbelievable scenes in Los Angeles there and Joey Lupino looked in dire straits with that horrendous move after Phenom just damn well snapped... SJ: I never thought I’d say this, but I think I am speechless and how eeire is that nursery rhyme music... SC: Well speaking of speechless, someone who hasn’t been speechless is the Masked Marvel...let’s take a look at how a twist of fate lead to APB of all people...challenging him tonight for the LHW Championship... NEW YORK CARD: T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match The Masked Marvel (c) vs APB [FLASHBACK: MARVEL WINNING THE LHW TITLE IS SHOWN AS WELL AS HIS TIRRADE ON A NEW CHALLENGER FROM MEXICO WHO HE CLAIMED WASNT AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. MARVEL’S ATTACK ON HIM IS HIGHLIGHTED AS HE TRIED TO WEASEL HIS WAY OUT OF A MATCH AT NIGHT OF THE REVOLUTION, ONLY FOR APB TO VOW TO DROP POUNDS IN ORDER TO FACE MARVEL HERE TONIGHT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship!!! (CROWD POP.) *'COME TO LIFE' - ALTERBRIDGE PLAYS* (CROWD POP. 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.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Jackson Hole, Wyoming…weighing 225 pounds…Allen 'Portal' Bartsch!!! SC: WOW! The scales are in this WILL be for the Light-Heavyweight Championship...what dedication from this trim looking Bartsch!!! SJ: I could lose 20 pounds in my sleep... SC: A good start would be not sleeping with a KFC Bargin Bucket... JH: And his opponent... *'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: Marvel doesn’t look pleased that the title is on the line here tonight, but if he hadn’t taken out that young rising star...who we are now told...can’t wrestle anymore he might not have backed himself into this corner with APB. SJ: Marvel is a true American hero...not like APB...wait a minute...sleep with a KFC bucket...you son of a bitch! THE MATCH BEGINS...as the two start to circle the ring. The Masked Marvel looks apprehensive, not wanting to immediately lock up with APB. After about a minute of stalling, he finally does, and the bigger APB shoves him to the ground easily, which the crowd pops for. Marvel slowly gets back up to his feet as he frowns and yells at the referee, telling him that he wants to weigh in APB again, citing that "he's bigger than a blimp" and "Tell John Goodman here to leave my ring post-haste". This doesn't sit well with APB, who turns Marvel around and lands a sharp right to the jaw that sends Marvel yet again to his back. APB goes for some stomps, but The Masked Marvel exits the ring before he can. He walks over, grabs his light heavyweight title, and starts to make an exit, apparently giving up on having an athletic contest. The crowd boos Marvel unmercifully as he starts to head up the ramp, but APB hightails it over to Marvel, grabs him by the mask and throws him back into the ring as the crowd cheers on the respected veteran of the TFWF. APB goes for another punch, maybe this time making sure it's a knockout, but the Masked Marvel gets on his knees and apologizes for the earlier comment, sucking up to APB as if he were the executioner ready to set off the guillotine. APB scratches his chin for a moment, considering if he should hit Marvel or not. The crowd boos APB waiting, but suddenly a swift kick to the side of Marvel's head gives him the answer as APB goes for a cover...1...2...NO! Marvel kicks out as the crowd cheers on APB, the match finally getting underway. SC: Marvel has tried everything in the book to weasel himself out of this match here tonight, but it looks to have failed as APB is in total control of the bout! SJ: Weaseling out? Marvel's just being smart, he's a crafty politican who knows everything there needs to know about loopholes in the system... SC: If he knows everything, why is he getting his butt kicked out there by APB? SJ: Democrats. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...APB in full control of the bout, stomping away on Marvel as he picks him up and hits a snap suplex. He then looks to finish early by going for the All Points Bulliten, but the Masked Marvel turns around and hits a german suplex, holding on to the move as he gets a two count. Marvel turns around and goes for a clothesline, but APB ducks, grabs Marvel from behind and hits his own German suplex, nearly sending Marvel out of his boots. APB picks up Marvel, whips him across the ropes, then latches on a sleeper as Marvel tries desperately to escape the hold. Marvel creates quite the fuss in front of the referee, which he uses as a distraction to hit APB low. APB releases the sleeper as Marvel rolls APB up in a small package...1...2..kickout as the Masked Marvel immediately gets back up on his feet. Once APB is back up he goes for a frankensteiner but APB holds on, and in an impressive feat of strength, forces Marvel to get back to a seated position, lifts him up, and powerbombs him to the ground as the crowd applauds the move. APB goes for a cover...1...2...NO! Marvel gets his shoulder up, mainly just to hold his back from the pain the powerbomb gave it. APB doesn't miss a beat, picking him back up again and pushing him stomach first into a turnbuckle. APB dashes twoard Marvel, going for a knee to the back to the head, but instead Marvel leaps over APB and dropkicks him full force into the turnbuckle as the crowd gasps in shock over the counter. Marvel then floors APB with a dropsault then does a kip up, flaunting to the fans who immediately boo Marvel's antics. He bounces off against the ropes and, in a feat of aerobatic ability, does a standing sommersault legdrop as he hooks a leg...1....2...NO! APB still has resilliance in him as he fights off Marvel, who toys with APB by telling him to get back up. SC: Marvel has shown some great high flying ability, as one should when defending the light heavyweight championship, but APB looks to be more grounded. However, he's starting to let Masked Marvel get the better of him, and it might hurt his chances in a the long run if he wants to walk away with the belt here tonight... SJ: "letting him"? The Masked Marvel does not need people to LET HIM take advantage of them...The Masked Marvel can do it all by himself- he's that good. SC: So why was he running away from APB earlier in the bout? SJ: Everyone needs an off day once in a while. SC: Tell me about it... FINISH...Marvel picks up the fallen APB and goes for a powerbomb, but right as he lifts him up APB counters and drives The Masked Marvel's face into the mat with a facebuster. Both struggle to get to their feet as the crowd is completely behind the challenger. APB gets to his feet first and responds by kicking Marvel square in the gut and planting him in the middle of the ring with a DDT. He goes down for a cover...1...2...NO! Marvel reverses it into a small package...1....2..NO! APB reverses Marvel's reversal...1...2...NO! Marvel kicks out as he rolls away from APB and looks to gain momentum by resorting to high flying tactics, something APB hasn't done thus far in the match...he goes to the top, waits for APB to get up and then lifts off with a flying crossbody, but APB grabs onto him and hits a falling powerslam, shaking the ring with it's ferocity. He covers again...1..2...NO! Marvel somehow still has the avility to kick out. APB wants to finish the match as he picks up the dazed Marvel and prepares for the All Points Bulliten, but Marvel slaps away APB's hand and executes a standing enziguri than sends APB crashing to the mat in a daze. Marvel too wants to end the match as he picks up APB and lifts him up for the Marvel Buster, and executes it. He goes for the pin, making sure to put his feet on the middle rope for the unfair extra advantage...1....2....3!! Winner and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: The Masked Marvel Marvel celebrates with the Championship standing over APB like the cat that got the cream and maybe looking to inflict some more damage. When all of a sudden Blade comes storming over the guard rail!!! SC: THATS BLADE! SJ: Wow he looks like he has shed a ton of weight as well! Marvel raises the title above his head and is about to lay into Bartsch, but Blade grabs the belt out of his hands and then nails Marvel with the 'RaZorblade'. The crowd go wild as Marvel lies motionless in the ring. Blade helps Bartsch to his feet and raises his hand. SC: Blade is back and has just saved Allen from a post match beating... SJ: Damn it...I wanted to see what Marvel was going to do! (CUT TO LA.) MM: What do you make of this Masked Marvel and the return of Blade... TO: I am more concerned why it took the colour commentator of Mayhem about 5 minutes to get Scoop’s KFC joke...ha I love it! TR: Great match Mahoney once Marvel decided he might have to wrestle this one instead of weaselling his way out of them, also great to see Blade back in the T.F.W.F.. MM: Well, there is no way to weasel one’s way out of this tournament...as is evident with our final 1st round match... LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: 1ST ROUND - FANS BRING YOUR OWN WEAPONS MATCH Darrius King vs Jonny Briggs [FLASHBACK: THE ROAD BOTH MEN TOOK TO GET HERE IS SHOWN IN THE QUALIFIERS.] P: This match is a 1st round King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a Fans Bring Your Own Weapons match!!! (DECENT CROWD POP.) *'BLACK AND YELLOW' - WIZ KHALIFI PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. GOLD AND YELLOW CONFETTI...TONS OF IT FALLS FROM THE CEILING AS GOLD AND BLACK FIREWORKS SHOOT UP FROM THE ENTRANCE RAMP. DARRIUS KING WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS SPREAD WIDE. HE TAKES OFF HIS DESIGNER SHADES, LOOKS AT HIMSELF IN THE REFLECTION AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 254 pounds...Darrius King!!! MM: I heard King tried to buy a load of friends in the front row to bring weapons he could use here tonight, but refuse to give them to Briggs. TO: You can’t buy these fans allegiance...this is fan interaction at it’s best Mahoney! P: And his opponent... *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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland...weighing 262 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jonny Briggs!!! TR: Hardcore title is not on the line here tonight...though there was that one year when Omen lost the belt during the tournament guys. TO: What a douchebag he was... MM: Briggs would be the first ever Hardcore Champion to win this tournament if he can go all the way, little stat there for you folks. THE MATCH BEGINS...Both Darrius King and Jonny Briggs make a quick exit from the ring as they move towards the crowd.  King is finding it difficult to get a weapon from the fans, who were holding onto them rather tightly.  It was Briggs who had decided that manners were not necessary and he just snatched a large fluorescent light tube out of the hand of one of the fans and comes charging over towards King, slamming the tube into his opponents back.  King slumps over the barricade, not having expected the impact.  Briggs wastes no time, trying to turn him over, but as he does so it looks like King was only playing possum as he has a toilet bowl plunger in his hand and catches Briggs across the face with it sending the current Hardcore Champion back with a stumble, falling onto the ground.  King pulls the bottom off of the plunger and would drive it into Briggs’ side before he would go for a quick cover.. One..Tw… Briggs kicks out right at the two count.  King quickly backs off and makes his way towards the fans again to see what else it is he could find, after kicking Briggs a few times to keep him down.  King reaches over the barricade and tries to snatch a woman’s purse but the woman tugs it back just in time, making King uneven on his feet, which Briggs, who had recovered, takes advantage of and bullrushes him - sending both wrestlers over the barricade and into the crowd!  The crowd backs away quickly as Briggs is now on his feet, he grabs a steel chair that one of the fans had been sitting in and wallops King across the back with it.  King arches back in pain, as Briggs throws the chair off to the side and covers King.  The ref begins to count..One..two..thr…No!! King gets a shoulder up just in the knick of time!  Briggs, annoyed would swing towards the fans and grab hold of a shovel someone had brought and he swings it down towards King, but King is no where to be seen!  The shovel reverberates, causing Briggs to drop it and hold his hand as the pain coursed through his arm.  King had been wily and had snuck further into the crowd.  As Briggs looks around he himself goes further into the crowd to find his quarry, only to be hit from behind by an actual baby stroller!  Briggs goes splaying out into the crowd which helps break his fall and gets pushed back into King.  King hefts him up and slams Briggs on the ground and goes for the cover.. One…two…NO!! Briggs is able to break out of the pin right after the two count. TO:  The choice of weapons so far has ranged from painful to downright strange.  Toilet plungers, light tubes, and strollers.  MM:  Thankfully for one lucky fan she was able to get her purse back.  The fans however, do love being so close to the action. TR:  This is my sort of match, it has always been my sort of match.  Anything can happen here, anywhere, at any time! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Darius King having lost the upper hand just moments ago when Jonny Briggs had whipped him into a slew of steel chairs that hadn’t been removed from the arena.  Now armed with a cast iron frying pan, the current Hardcore Champion slams it against King’s back, once.. Twice..  Three times before tossing the pan down and going for a cover right on the collapsed chairs.  One…Two.. Thre… NO!  Somehow King is able to get his arm up right at the last second.  Incensed, Briggs turns to the fans who are all telling him he didn’t get it.  Briggs acts as if he’s going to make a move to hit them, but the fans keep taunting him before one points over Briggs’ shoulder, Briggs doesn’t buy it and he should have as King delivers a low blow with the handle of that frying pan!  Briggs goes down, and King tries to make a quick cover.  One..Two…Once again Briggs kicks out right after the two count!  King, however, doesn’t let up and sends a few rights and lefts into the head of Briggs before going for another cover.. One… Briggs is able to kick out even before the two!  King shakes his head and gets up, putting a boot to the ribs before he goes to find another weapon from the fans.  It seems as if one section of the crowd had a theme going on as he is able to snag a rolling pin from one of the many fans and just as he turned around to continue laying the hurt on his opponent, Briggs is right there with a drop kick!  King goes down hard!  Briggs goes for the cover, but as soon as he does so, the rolling pin goes upside Briggs’ head!  King rolls, one…two… Briggs rolls now, pinning King!  One…Tw… King rolls again… One…tw… Briggs kicks out, shoving King off of him.  Both men are slow to get onto their feet, the match having already taken a toll even though there has been no blood shed.  They lock up, struggling with one another through the fans which part for them, as both men struggle for dominance.  It’s King who gets the upper hand as he reaches out, snatching a replica TFWF World Heavyweight Championship from one of the fans and hits Briggs in the back of the head for it, forcing the Hardcore champ to let go of his grip on his opponent.  King follows it up with another hit to Briggs, before he throws the belt off to the side and then spearing Briggs to the ground…One…Two…Thr…Briggs kicks out again! MM:  I have to say that these two men have put their bodies on the line, time and time again in this match up, and both of them seem to be hungry to continue on.  Whoever has to face either of these men will indeed have a fight on their hands. TO:  I wasn’t expecting King to be as upfront about all of this as he has been.  We’ve seen in the past where he likes to use sneak tactics, but he’s really changed his game up.  TR:  There isn’t any running away from this sort of match, you’ve either got to be there, or you’re going to be the one getting pinned. FINISH...King still carrying the momentum as he begins pulling Briggs back up towards the front of the of the crowd.  Every time Briggs tries to dig his heels in, King sends a stiff forearm to his opponent to keep him pliable.  Getting closer to the barricade, King goes to shove Briggs, but it’s Briggs who finally ends up with enough gas back in the tank and shakes King off, shoving him into the metal barricade.  Briggs, not satisfied, grabs hold of the back of King’s head and slams it hard against the railing.  Blood pours from an open gash along King’s forehead.  Briggs turns to the fans and snatches a baseball bat from one of the reluctant ppv-goers and slams it into the back of King who slumps over the barricade.  The tables having turned quickly on King, Briggs hefts him up and over the divider.  Briggs then jumps up onto the railing and goes to land on King but finds nobody home, as King had moved just enough to miss the impact!  Both men down on the ground, the official keeping a close eye on both of the wrestlers.  Briggs, holding his arm close to him, kicks at the mats, while King seems to not be moving at all.  Briggs looks like he’s coming to, but it’s King first who gets up onto his feet in a dazed fashion.  Catching his breath, he uses the railing to steady himself as he goes in search for another weapon.  This time he procures an old boom box, lifting it high above his head, he rushes towards Briggs and slams it down against him, before doing so once more, bits of plastic going everywhere as Briggs seems to be down and out, King goes for the cover…One….two….No!!.  King, furious gets to his feet and tries to stomp a mud hole into Briggs‘ back before he goes to find something else, snatching an outstretched two by four as the fans are most assuredly more keen on giving away weapons.  Briggs up on his knees, doesn’t see the two by four coming until it’s two late and it collides with his face!  Briggs’ face now cut open as crimson is seen, he crumples to the ground.  King goes for the cover…One…Two…Thre… No!  Somehow Briggs is able to kick out!  King’s eyes going absolutely wide in fury, as he wonders what it takes to keep his opponent down, he grabs of Briggs and throws him into the steel steps.  He goes for a clothesline, but Briggs slumps down, King’s arm colliding with the steel of the ring post!  King holding his shoulder, reaches towards Briggs bringing him up, but just as he’s about to slam his head against the apron, Briggs reverses and King is the one who’s head impacts!  Briggs stumbles back, nearly tripping over the two by four before he reaches down and grabs it.  Dazed, Briggs moves towards King and jams it against his throat, using it to choke him out!  King struggles for several moments before slumping to the ground.  Briggs takes a step back, raising the two by four high in the air before slamming it down against King’s back, shattering the wood before he goes for the cover… One…Two…Three!! MM:  In what can only be classified as a brutal toss up, Jonny Briggs the current Hardcore Champion has defeated Darrius King and advances. TR:  Darrius King brought the fight, but apparently King doesn’t know hardcore as well as Jonny Briggs. TO:  Briggs is a beast, an animal, and this just proves it.  Look at that wild look in his eyes.   He’s tasted blood and now he wants more. Winner, and advancing: Jonny Briggs (CUT TO NY) SC: We have our final four folks...Sean Panache, Phenom, Jason Proctor and of course as we have just seen Jonny Briggs...one of these four men will be King of the Deathmatches 2012...but right now...it’s about who has the rightful throne for the European title...let’s take a look... T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Drake Mosa (c) vs Scorpio [FLASHBACK: SCOROPIO AND LEGACY’S BATTLE WHICH SAW SCOROPIO BECOME THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION, BUT HAVE HIS CAREER THREATENED IN THE PROCESS. FLASH FORWARD TO DRAKE MOSA WINNING THE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH AT ICE STORM FOR THE VACANT TITLE...SCORPIO’S RETURN IN THE NEW YEAR AND THE MATCH TO DECIDE WHO IS THE RIGHTFUL T.F.W.F. EUROPEAN CHAMPION.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship!!! (GREAT CROWD POP.) *'POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME' - DEF LEPPARD PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOUR AND A VARIETY OF THE WRESTLER'S MOVES AS SCORPIO STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH A FEW PAPARAZZI BEHIND HIM. HE POSES BRIEFLY BEFORE THEY HEAD TO THE BACK AND THE S-FACTOR WALKS DOWN THE RAMP, TAKING OFF HIS TRADEMARK DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND HANDING THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW. HE THEN TAKES A DUPLICATE PAIR FROM HIS JACKET POCKET AND PUTS THEM ON AS HE HEADS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from London, England... weighing 225 pounds...'The S-Factor' Scorpio!!! SC: He of course had his career threatened at Ice Storm, but the guts on the former World Champion to resume his career and target winning back that European title. SJ: Guts...I call it stupidity...as soon as he found Mosa was the Champion he should have avoided him at all costs! JH: And his opponent... *'SON OF SAM' - SHINE DOWN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. IMAGES OF DRAKE MOSA PRODUCING A SET OF HARD NOSED MOVES AND SUBMISSIONS ARE SHOWN. FROST HIS CORNER MAN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN THE INTENSE MOSA FOLLOWS SUIT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Johnny Frost...from Cherry Falls Mental Institution...weighing 230 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Drake Mosa!!! SJ: I don’t get the debate here Scoop...I mean this man right here is European Champion, Scorpio’s claims are BS. SC: Scorpio isn’t claiming as much as he is claiming he deserves the right to have a shot to get back the title he never lost... THE MATCH BEGINS...The crowd are hyped up to see Scorpio back in action on TFWF PPV and they chant his name as the referee makes his final checks on both men.  Mosa sneers and shakes his head as Scorpio signals to the fans to a huge cheer.  The referee call for the bell and the match for the TFWF European Title is underway!  The two men lock up in the middle of the ring and battle for control.  Mosa pulls Scorpio in to a side head lock and cranks on it a few times.  Scorpio backs to the ropes and then shoves Mosa off, he hits the opposite ropes, drop down by Scorpio, Mosa hits the opposite ropes, leap frog by Scorpio, Mosa hits the opposite ropes again and Scorpio nails him with drop kick on the return!  The crowd pop huge as Mosa hits the mat and then springs back to his feet!  Scorpio charges and uses a lucha style wheel barrow move to roll Mosa over into a pin, 1…..2…..Mosa kicks out and rolls to the floor as Scorpio leaps up and motions he was ‘this close’ to pinning the Champion!  Mosa is on his feet and looks pissed.  He quickly slides back into the ring where Scorpio is waiting with an arm drag, then a hip toss.  Scorpio hits the ropes and leaps with both feet into the side of Mosa’s head!  The crowd are right behind Scorpio as he makes the cover, 1……2….Mosa kicks out and again slides out the ring to the floor.  Frost rushes around the ring to check on his client who slams his fists off the ring apron in frustration at the quick start by Scorpio.  The fans at ringside are giving Mosa some abuse but he puts that to an end with one quick glance and then a kick to the ring barricade that sends the fans scurrying from the certified maniac!  In the ring Scorpio is bouncing around on his toes and motioning to Mosa to get back in the ring.  Eventually Mosa does but this time he’s a lot more deliberate in his actions.  They go to lock up but Mosa cuts Scorpio off with a knee to the mid section and then whips him off the ropes, Mosa drops his head for a backdrop but Scorpio rolls over Mosa’s back and grabs him in a waist lock.  Mosa gets the standing switch but Scorpio is too quick, he grabs Mosa’s leg, pulls it forward causing Mosa to fall onto his back and Scorpio uses his legs to hook Mosa in another lucha style rolling cradle, 1……..2……Mosa kicks out again!!   The two men are up and Scorpio lands some nice quick kicks to the body before whipping Mosa in to the corner.  Scorpio goes to the opposite corner and runs forward, jumping forward and nailing a great looking hand spring flying elbow smash!!  Mosa staggers out of the corner as Scorpio goes to the top rope.  The crowd are going wild as Scorpio leaps off the top with a high cross body block but Mosa catches him on his shoulder and in one motion nearly snaps Scorpio in half with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker of epic proportions!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ at the impact on Scorpio’s well documented injured back.  The crowd boo as Mosa slowly stands up with a sick, sadistic grin on his face. SC:  Oh my, what a defensive move from Drake Mosa!  Scorpio has started this match at 100mph but with one move to that weakened back and all that momentum is stopped dead. SJ:  Scorpio was running on adrenaline and excitement there and he took the fight to Mosa, but there’s a reason that man is such a decorated champion – he’s a damn smart wrestler! SC:  I don’t like the look on Mosa’s face, you can see him zoning in on Scorpio’s bad back. SJ:  Time to see if Scorpio really is fit to compete, no one can work submissions and torture their opponent like Drake Mosa! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Mosa is in total control as he focuses all his attention on Scorpio’s injured lower back.  Scorpio is down and hurting after the backbreaker and Mosa takes great delight in driving his knee repeatedly into Scorpio’s back.  He uses the ropes for momentum and drops both knees into Scorpio’s back.  Mosa drags Scorpio up and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor!  The crowd boo as Mosa smirks and follows the challenger to the floor.  He kicks Scorpio in the head a few times before whipping him into the steel ring barricade.  Mosa repeats this on all four sides of the ringside area to some big crowd heat.  With each impact on the barricade Scorpio yells in pain and collapses to the floor.  Mosa keeps the pressure on by lifting Scorpio up and ramming him back first into the steel ring post!  Mosa holds Scorpio up and then plants him with a running powerslam on the floor!!  The crowd are trying to rally behind Scorpio as Mosa rolls in and out the ring to break the referee’s count.  He quickly brings Scorpio to his feet and then hits a shoulder block and rams Scorpio’s spine off the ring apron!  He repeats this a few more times before dragging Scorpio up onto the ring apron.  The crowd are buzzing as Mosa drags Scorpio up by the hair and lifts him onto his shoulder!  He looks to be going for a slam off the ring apron, but Scorpio wriggles free and grabs Mosa in a waist lock, he goes for a German suplex on the ring apron, but Mosa blocks it and swings his leg back kicking Scorpio low!!!  The crowd heat is huge as the referee threatens to disqualify Mosa.  He ignores the threats of the referee and heaves Scorpio up and plants him on the ring apron with a huge side slam!!!  The crowd ‘ohh’ again as Scorpio’s back impacts on the ring apron and he slumps to the floor!!!  Mosa watches as Scorpio rolls over on to his stomach on the floor before he smirks and then leaps off the ring apron with a sick double foot stomp right onto Scorpio’s back!!!  Mosa stands up and laughs before heaving Scorpio to his feet and rolling him into the ring. Scorpio is clutching his back and trying to get up but Mosa puts a stop to that with a big kick to the head and then a reverse DDT!  He holds on to Scorpio and quickly rolls him into a Camel clutch!  Mosa leans back on the painful hold as Scorpio yells in pain.  The crowd are stamping their feet and clapping in encouragement for Scorpio but he looks to be fading fast.  Mosa keeps the hold locked on and lands a few stiff cross face forearm shots to Scorpio’s face for good measure!  Scorpio is struggling for all his worth and is eventually able to get a foot on the bottom rope to break the hold!  The referee is checking on Scorpio as Mosa gets up and stalks over to him but Scorpio is able to cut Mosa off with a couple of shots to the midsection.  He slowly stands up and goes for a suplex on Mosa but his back is too injured and he can’t lift him!!  Mosa quickly lands a few forearm smashes to the head before dragging Scorpio down and hooking him in a bow and arrow submission hold!!  Mosa has both knees jammed into Scorpio’s back and he pulls back on his chin with as much force as he can muster.  Scorpio is in a world of trouble and looks close to tapping out but the crowd are going crazy and he starts to fight back!!!  He is able to work his way free of the hold and get back to his feet!  Mosa charges, Scorpio ducks, Mosa hits the ropes, SUPERKICK from Scorpio!!!!  Mosa is knocked silly and both men crash to the mat as the crowd roar! SC:  I don’t know how Scorpio survived that relentless assault on his lower back by Mosa there.  Somehow he didn’t tap out and scored with that huge superkick and both men are down! SJ:  That was impressive but it was the last move of a desperate man.  Mosa has done too much damage to Scorpio’s back.  This one won’t last much longer!  FINISH...The referee’s count is at 7 when Scorpio finally stars to stir as Mosa looks to be coming round on the opposite side of the ring.  The challenger uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.  He is heavily favouring his back but he looks all fired up as the crowd cheer him on.  Mosa is up and the two men meet in the middle of the ring and exchange punches!  The crowd roar as Scorpio gets the advantage.  He backs Mosa to the ropes and then goes to whip him forward, Mosa reverses it, Scorpio hits the ropes, big boot from Mosa!!  Scorpio staggers backwards against the ropes.  Mosa with the clothesline that sends Scorpio out onto the ring apron.  Mosa charges looking for a spear through the ropes, but Scorpio nails him with a knee to the head!!  Mosa is dazed and falls through the ropes and to the floor!!  Scorpio is back in the ring and he points to the outside as the crowd roar.  Scorpio hits the ropes for momentum and then dives over the top rope and scores with a huge twisting plancha onto Mosa!!!  The crowd pop is huge as Scorpio nails the big dive.  He slowly gets to his feet and then drags Mosa back up and rolls him into the ring.  Scorpio points to the top rope and climbs up as Mosa looks out on the mat.  Scorpio sets himself and then leaps with a back senton, but Mosa gets both knees up!!!  Scorpio is hurt as Mosa gets to his feet, he kicks Scorpio in the mid section, TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!!  Scorpio staggers out of the corner, Mosa hits the ropes, LARIAT!!!  Scorpio flips in the air and crashes to the mat as Mosa makes the cover, 1……..2…..Scorpio kicks out to a huge crowd pop!!! Mosa is up and he signals that the match is over!  He drags Scorpio to his feet and goes for another backbreaker, but Scorpio somehow reverses it into a hurricanranna!!  Mosa is dazed as Scorpio painfully stands up, he charges at Mosa, SHINING WIZARD KICK!!!!  Mosa looks out as Scorpio goes to the top turnbuckle and the crowd roar their approval.  Scorpio grits his teeth and stands up on the top rope.  He leaps off and connects big time with a 450 SPLASH!!!!  Scorpio makes the cover, 1……….2……Frost puts Mosa’s foot on the bottom rope!!!  The crowd heat is huge as Frost saves his client.  Scorpio is furious and he dives out the ring and after Frost.  His back injury means he isn’t as quick as normal and Frost is able to stay out of Scorpio’s grasp, he rolls into the ring, Scorpio follows, Mosa is waiting with a huge SPEAR!!!  Scorpio is nearly cut in half as Mosa stands up and makes the cut throat gesture!  He brings Scorpio to his feet and scores with a brutal LUNGBLOWER!!  Mosa isn’t done, he heaves Scorpio up with a suplex and then turns in mid air, dropping Scorpio back first onto Mosa’s knees from the suplex position!!!  Scorpio looks done for as Mosa stands up, lifts Scorpio up and drags him into the corner.  Mosa climbs the turnbuckles on the outside and then drags Scorpio up onto the turnbuckles on the inside by his hair.  The crowd are all on their feet as Mosa sets Scorpio up for a powerbomb off the top turnbuckle!!  Mosa laughs manically as he stands on the top turnbuckle and lifts Scorpio for the powerbomb, he leaps off the top but Scorpio REVERSES IT IN MID AIR – HURRICANRANNA!!!!  Mosa lands on the top of his head in the middle of the ring as the crowd explode with noise!!  Scorpio clutches at his back as he crawls across the ring and drapes an arm over Mosa, 1……..2……Mosa kicks out!!! The crowd are going nuts as Scorpio can’t believe he didn’t get the pin.  Mosa is knocked for a loop as Scorpio slowly gets to his feet.  He signals for the AGR to another huge ovation from the crowd.  Scorpio grabs Mosa but he’s distracted as Georgie Nickles sprints down the ring and hops onto the ring apron!  The crowd are booing the ORC star loudly as Scorpio turns his attention to Nickles and a war of words erupts!  Mosa is on his feet and Frost hands him a pair of brass knucks which he quickly puts on and then smashes Scorpio in the spine with a brutal looking punch!!  Scorpio drops to one knee but Mosa hooks his arms, heaves him up ARM CAPTURE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!  He bridges for the cover, 1…….2…..Scorpio kicks out but Mosa rolls him into the CYANIDE PILL!!!!  The crowd are freaking out as Scorpio is locked in the submission hold and Mosa hauls back with all his weight!!  On the outside Nickles is watching on and laughing as Scorpio struggles to fight out of the hold.  He claws towards the ropes and looks like he might just make it.  At the last second Mosa shifts his body, drives his knees into Scorpio’s back and hauls him back with a modified CYANIDE PILL!!  The pain must be unbearable as Mosa pushes forward with his knees and hauls back on Scorpio’s chin!!  The crowd noise is deafening but Scorpio can’t withstand the pain to his injured back and is forced to tap out!!! SC:  Drake Mosa has forced Scorpio to submit and he retains the TFWF European Title!!  What a damn match!!  And what an effort from the challenger but that injured back, plus the distraction from Georgie Nickles was too much for him to overcome. SJ:  Mosa knew exactly what he had to do to beat Scorpio here tonight and he executed his plan to perfection.  That’s why he’s still Champion and one of the greatest wrestlers in the world today! Back in the ring Drake Mosa slowly gets to his feet and is handed the TFWF European Title.  He holds it up in the air in celebration before hopping out of the ring and joining Johnny Frost in celebration on the outside.  Scorpio is clutching his back in pain as Nickles rolls into the ring and waits for Scorpio to get to his feet.  He slowly hauls himself up as Nickles waits, Scorpio turns around HIGH HEELS KICK TO THE FACE!!!  The crowd heat is intense as Georgie Nickles stands over the unconscious Scorpio with a sick smile on her face. Winner, via submission and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Drake Mosa (CUT TO LA) MM: We have our first of two semi finals here for the King of the Deathmatches tournament...the deadly Last Blood Match between Phenom and Sean Panache Let’s take a look at how both men got here... LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: SEMI FINAL - LAST BLOOD MATCH Sean Panache vs Phenom [FLASHBACK: THE ROAD BOTH MEN TOOK TO GET HERE IS SHOWN IN THE 1ST ROUND.] P: This match is a semi final King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a Last Blood match!!! (GREAT CROWD POP.) *'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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing 195 pounds...Sean Panache!!! MM: Panache and Apollo was finally resolved and it was the ORC man taking the spoils. TO: And I will give him credit he looked damn impressive in doing so. TR: Yeah, but he now needs to use whatever means necessary to make Phenom bleed before he can try and make him tap...or pin him. Now the game has changed. P: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MAJOR MIXED REACTION. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) P: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! MM: Word is Lupino is in a bad way tonight folks after what went down earlier thanks to the self proclaimed Monster... TO: I don't think its self proclaimed anymore...I think it's just a fact. THE MATCH BEGINS...with both men circling the ring as they stare one another down, both searching for healed wounds from the first-round matches to exploit in the last blood environment. Finally they lock up and Phenom immediately over-powers Panache, sending him across the ring with one big shove that the crowd give a slight cheer for having seen the ORC member go down. Panache pushes up, checking himself for blood, before he goes for Phenom again and eats a big clothesline! Phenom’s dominance continues in the opening moments as he throws Panache from the ring and lands a few big moves on the outside to try and open up any wounds with the harder floor, however Panache manages to remain intact. As the match continues Phenom looks to drive Panache through the ringside barrier with a suplex, however Panache counters it into a facebuster, crashing ‘Nom down through the steel! The crowd gasp as Panache begins to beat down on Phenom, driving his face into the steel and rubbing it along the rough edges in an attempt to break the skin and get some blood going, however it’s getting nowhere. Panache then drives a boot into Phenom’s face, knocking him back against the steel stairs before he follows up with a huge double knees, spilling over the side. He almost lands in the glass from Phenom’s chokeslam through the fish tank to Lupino and backs up quickly, picking up a piece as he turns back to Phenom. He brandishes the shard of glass, looking to simply cut the New York Nightmare, but Phenom reaches out and stops him! Quick-thinking Panache boots‘Nom in the gut, dropping him with a DDT before he grinds his boot on Phenom’s back. He then slaps at the back before going in search of some weapons. MM: A big start to this one as they both try and break the skin! TR: I’m pretty sure both have cuts from the last matches, that could play hugely into it. TO: From past experience as soon as that first match is over you get some steri-strips and Vaseline and bind those wounds all you can, but sometimes it just ain’t gonna work! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Panache return with a barbed wire baseball bat, however before he can use it Phenom fires back with a big uppercut that sends Panache flying! Phenom then attempts to use the barbed wire, however Panache kicks up at his groin for the low blow, before hitting a leg lariat to drop Phenom almost into some leftover thumbtacks! Panache then beats down on Phenom, reddening up his back and he goes back to the barbed wire baseball bat, lifting it and swinging it down -- MAKING PHENOM BLEED! The referee signals that Panache is now eligible to go for a pinfall or submission. Immediately he stomps down on Phenom before trying to drag him up and into the ring, however the weight difference is a big factor. As Phenom stands Panache runs, trying to shove him into the ring, but Phenom clutches his throat! The crowd are on their feet as Phenom lifts Panache for the Final Destination -- but Panache escapes, countering with a roundhouse kick to rock ‘Nom! We continue as Panache gets Phenom into the ring and goes for a pin, scoring a two to his disappointment before he throws some punches on Phenom. Panache then goes up top, crossing his chest before he leaps off with a senton-- but Phenom moves and Panache crashes to the mat! Phenom’s now in control as he dominates Panache for a while, throwing him into the corners and following with big splashes, before he drops Panache with a piledriver in the centre of the ring. He then uses a steel chair over Panache’s back while wiping the blood off his own body and driving the chair back down again, dragging it over the skin. He then grabs some of the thumbtacks from the outside, spreading them in the ring and hauls up Panache, nailing him with an emerald fusion into them! TO: Those thumbtacks are back in play and what a move there, is Panache bleeding? MM: He might well be, but the tacks are keeping the blood in! TR: Panache got lucky, but I don’t think Phenom’s gonna be too happy… Panache best pray no more of those strange videos air! FINISH...Panache immediately bails from the ring to avoid Phenom pulling the thumbtacks out, before he picks up the glass from earlier and begins to throw it into the ring as Phenom dodges it. The crowd boo Panache’s use of glass before he manages to haul a load of it in, covering half the ring mat in the razor sharp shards. He then climbs in after it and runs at Phenom, who looks for a shoulder block but Panache avoids it, running to the opposite ropes and he attempts a bulldog to Phenom into the glass! Phenom avoids it, countering it with a sidewalk slam attempt into the glass but Panache fights his way out, landing a fame asser outside of the glass and the crowd gasp at how close ‘Nom came to the glass. Panache covers but doesn’t pick up the win as Phenom kicks out just in time, leaving a bloody spot on the mat. Panache drags Phenom up and lays in a few shots before he throws him into the corner by the glass and follows up with a big back elbow. He then attempts a snapmare onto the glass but Phenom fights him off and sets up for a side slam but Panache elbows out of it, escaping just. He then kicks at Phenom’s legs and drops the big man to one knee, headbutting ‘Nom to keep him down. Panache climbs to the top rope and signals for a double axe handle as he leaps -- PHENOM TO HIS FEET AS HE CLUTCHES PANACHE AROUND THE THROAT --FINAL DESTINATION ONTO THE GLASS! THE ARENA GOES WILD AS PANACHE COLLAPSES IN THE GLASS AND PHENOM ROLLS HIM OVER, SHOWING BLOOD STREAMING, BEFORE HE COVERS…ONE… TWO… THREE! Winner, via pinfall and advancing: Phenom (CUT TO NY.) SC: One hand on the crown for Phenom after that hellacious Last Blood Match and he will be facing either Jonny Briggs or Jason Proctor in the finals...in the even deadlier Ranger’s Rules Match. SJ: Which will make a nice change from the complete boredom we have next... SC: You are a real ass sometimes... NEW YORK CARD: T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match Jack Hondo (c) vs Jose Ramon [FLASHBACK: JACK HONDO’S THIRD TITLE REIGN AS THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION IS HIGHLIGHTED AND HIS SEEMINGLY FRIENDLY BANTER WITH JOSE RAMON THAT TOOK SOME SERIOUS TURNS WITH BOTH MEN INTENT ON BEING THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship!!! (GREAT CROWD POP.) *'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: Jose Ramon knows what it means to be the Intercontinental Champion and the ‘Californian Confidence Man’ as he has been called in the press recently, pushed the right buttons with Hondo to get this match. SJ: Hondo took it in good spirits, but that soon changed...Flyboy though is known for writing checks with that mouth of his, his ass cannot cash. JH: And his opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Jack Hondo!!! SC: He has made such an impact in this division Snoop... SJ: He helps me sleep at night Scoop, cause he is so boring! THE MATCH BEGINS...with a brief, but tense staredown between champion and challenger. The audience seems pretty split in how they feel between both superstars until it's Ramon who breaks the tension with a slowly-extended hand. Hondo tilts his head to the side a bit before giving Ramon a small nod and completing the handshake to a sizable applause from the crowd. Suddenly, both men break away from each other, and it's Hondo who looks to be the agressor during the initial lock-up. Ramon, however, with his smaller frame and quicker mindset for pacing, utilizes some of his flashy lucha maneuvers to give Hondo some trouble. After a series of lightning-quick counters and dizzying arm drags that send Hondo rolling about the ring, Ramon gets to his feet, watching the "South's Greatest Export" recalibrate his approach. A little more cautious this time, Hondo gets the advantage again with the lock-up and takes a dominant go-behind before lifting Ramon up for a back suplex. Ramon backflips right out of it, however, and gets a go-behind of his own, but can't match the raw strength and mat-based comfort that Hondo has, as Hondo breaks out into an arm-wringer and pulls him in for an impromptu Northern Lights suplex. Ramon is slammed down hard with authority, and it's Hondo who siezes the opportunity and jumps right on him, cinching in a chinlock to keep the noted high-flier grounded. SC: Hondo sticking to the tried-and-true strategy of keeping the luchador on the mat, here. SJ: The one thing to make this match semi-watchable, and that hilbilly goes off and ruins THAT, too. SC: Will you stop? SJ: Only when THEY do. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...Hondo keeping the match at a methodical pace, switching his offense up between old-school slams and holds with the occasional fit of brawling to keep the challenger guessing. It seems to be working, as well, as Ramon eventually finds himself caught in a nasty-looking backbreaker that leaves him writhing in agony on the mat. Hondo with a pin attempt, but Ramon kicks out valiantly with a rather angry look on his face. Hondo forcibly brings Ramon to his feet but takes a shotgun-sounding chop to the chest for his trouble. Hondo, caught unaware, fires back with a chop of his own, but a shouting Ramon cracks off another one with even more force. The crowd joins in on the chop-fest with a series of "Woo's," but it's Hondo who sneaks in a quick European uppercut before Irish whipping Ramon into the turnbuckles. Hondo charges in to follow, but a quick-thinking Ramon deftly hops to the second and third turnbuckles a la Daniel Bryan and backflips off. Hitting the ropes on the opposite side, Ramon ducks a running clothesline from Hondo and hits the ropes again before flying nearly halfway across the ring with a flying forearm that smashes Hondo right in the face! Ramon feeling it now as he gives the grounded Hondo a hard soccer kick to the chest, before following up with another and another and finishing up with a roundhouse kick to the head! Pin attempt by Ramon, but Hondo with a shoulder up! Visibily frustrated, Ramon brings Hondo to his feet and throws Hondo to the ropes with an Irish whip, but Hondo reverses it and ducks down for a back body drop. Ramon rolling off Hondo's back with a backflip as he steadies himself for an impromptu enziguri that sends the champion stumbling through the ropes and to the outside! The crowd is on their feet as Ramon plays up to the crowd like only he can before scouting Hondo. Running the ropes behind him, Jose takes off like a rocket and scores a near-impossible corkscrew swanton over the top rope onto the champion! The crowd’s going nuts as Ramon pops up to his feet and slaps hands with a few of the fans ringside! SC: What a death-defying move from Jose Ramon! SJ: Ugh, one of these days, that idiot’s gonna land on right his little neck. SC: Be serious! SJ: I wasn’t joking. The end of the match becomes just as volatile and hotly-contested as it’s been all night. Jose looks to be getting his confidence back as he successfully manages to lull Hondo into going at his pace, leaving the more mat-based wrestler dizzy and gasping for breath. In one particular sequence, we see Hondo almost turning the tide with a toss-away flapjack, but Ramon contorts his body in mid-air before head-scissoring Jack and flinging him neck-first on the second rope! Without a moment’s hesitation, Ramon sets up for a 619 and nails it cleanly as he makes his way to the top rope, scouting the fallen Southerner! FINISH...The end of the match becomes just as volatile and hotly-contested as it’s been all night. Jose looks to be getting his confidence back as he successfully manages to lull Hondo into going at his pace, leaving the more mat-based wrestler dizzy and gasping for breath. In one particular sequence, we see Hondo almost turning the tide with a toss-away flapjack, but Ramon contorts his body in mid-air before head-scissoring Jack and flinging him neck-first on the second rope! Without a moment’s hesitation, Ramon sets up for a 619 and nails it cleanly as he makes his way to the top rope, scouting the fallen Southerner! With Hondo in place, Ramon gestures to the fans to bring out their cameras and to a absolutely defeaning roar of the crowd... POSTERIZED! But wait! Hondo rolls out of the way -- but Ramon lands on his feet and gets BLASTED with discus lariat that spins him nearly inside-out! Hondo not letting up, here -- he picks up Ramon, gets behind him, and PUMP-HONDO SLAM! He goes in for the pin -- one! Two! Thr--FOOT ON THE ROPE BY RAMON! The crowd is going nuts here as a visibly-disappointed Hondo pleads with the referee over the two-count. The ref shakes his head and Hondo picks up Ramon again for another PumpHONDO Slam, but Ramon flipping over Hondo's shoulder! Quick dropkick to Hondo's back that sends him bouncing into the ropes! He bounces back and lashes out with a furious Yakuza kick, but in desperation, Ramon does an incredible back-bump to the floor before kipping-up, narrowly evading the kick. Confused, Hondo turns around and... "TAKE 5" SUPERKICK THAT NEARLY SENDS HONDO'S HEAD INTO THE THIRD ROW! RAMON FOR THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! IT'S OVER! SC: What a superkick from Jose Ramon! SJ: Thank Christ, it's over... (WHILE RAMON'S MUSIC IS PLAYING, THE REFEREE GOES AND HANDS HIM THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE TO A NICE POP FROM THE CROWD. RAMON GESTURES "THREE TIMES" WITH ONE HAND BEFORE STARING AT THE TITLE WITH A HUGE GRIN ON HIS FACE. HE THEN TURNS TO JACK HONDO, WHO'S FAVORING HIS JAW AND SLOWLY GETTING TO HIS FEET. THE MUSIC BEGINS TO FADE OUT AS JACK, SEEING RAMON WITH THE BELT, CAN ONLY DROP TO HIS KNEES, LOOKING DEJECTED. RAMON, NODDING HIS HEAD, SIGHS AND WALKS OVER TO HONDO, PATTING HIM ON THE BACK AND SLOWLY BRINGING HIM BACK UP TO HIS FEET. HONDO SHAKES HIS HEAD, VISIBLY-FRUSTRATED, BEFORE BRINGING A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH, THINKING OF HIS NEXT MOVE.) SJ: Oh, I know that look! Do it, Hondo! SC: Do what? SJ: EMBRACE THE HATE! (WHILE RAMON CONTINUES TO CELEBRATE, HONDO APPROACHES RAMON FROM BEHIND AND FORCIBLY GRABS HIM BY THE SHOULDER. HE SPINS HIM AROUND TO FACE HIM, AND RAMON LOOKS READY TO FIGHT... BUT WHAT'S THIS? HONDO NARROWS HIS EYES AND EXTENDS A HAND? THE CROWD POPS AS RAMON LOOKS DOWN, TAKING A MOMENT TO THINK THIS OVER BEFOR REACHING OUT, HIMSELF. THE TWO SHAKE HANDS TO A HUGE OVATION AS HONDO NODS HIS HEAD, CLAPPING HIS HANDS FOR HIS OPPONENT WITH THE OCCASIONAL SHRUG, SAYING, "YEAH -- HE GOT ME." THE AUDIENCE IS LAPPING THIS UP BIG-TIME AS HONDO THEN TELLS RAMON TO ENJOY THE WIN, CONTINUING TO CLAP.) Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Jose Ramon (CUT TO LA) MM: Well it’s between Jonny Briggs and Jason Proctor for a place in the finals...with the scaffold being the decider LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT: SEMI FINAL - SCAFFOLD MATCH Jonny Briggs vs Jason Proctor [FLASHBACK: THE ROAD BOTH MEN TOOK TO GET HERE IS SHOWN IN THE 1ST ROUND.] P: This match is a semi final King of the Deathmatches contest....and is a Scaffold match!!! (GREAT CROWD POP.) *'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...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jason Proctor!!! MM: Bit of an upset in round one? TR: Depends on how you look at it...Proctor has been solid since being in the T.F.W.F., but yes...he did upset the bookies favourite, the former King...Kovalenko. P: And his opponent... *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.) P: Making his way towards the ring from Belfast, Northern Ireland...weighing 262 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Jonny Briggs!!! TR: Hardcore Champion impressive in round one. TO: You dont get that title by being slack and we know that... THE MATCH BEGINS…Proctor and Briggs climb up the scaffold and cautiously walk along the boards taking a good look at the fall that either man could face. The two meet up in the center of the board and the bell sounds as they quickly lock up looking to gain the advantage early in the match, as the advantage is very important in this one. Briggs seems to gain control over Proctor and locks him in a hold for a moment before Proctor brings up a foot, connecting with the mid section of Briggs and giving Proctor enough time to shove Briggs away to give him some room. Proctor follows up with a few jabs that send him and Briggs over to the edge of the board. Proctor grabs Briggs and slams his head into the post of the scaffold, causing a noise to echo through the entire area. Proctor follows up by hooking Briggs arm around his neck, looking to suplex him off the scaffold, but Briggs quickly manages to put a foot between Proctor’s legs, preventing the suplex from happening. Briggs takes a free hand a jabs a thumb in Proctor’s eye, causing Proctor to yell out and release the hold. Briggs follows up with a tackle that brings both men down to the board. Briggs wails into Proctor with some punches before standing back up to his feet while pulling Proctor up along with him. Briggs looks around for an idea of what exactly to do before grabbing the dazed Proctor and swinging him around for a scoop slam, causing a noise to echo through the arena and causes the crowd to ‘oohhh’ feeling the pain Proctor must’ve felt. Briggs tries to shove Proctor straight off the board, but with a struggle, Proctor somehow manages to stay on the board. MM: Probably one of the most dangerous matches in the King of the Deathmatches tournament, who do you think is going to pull through in this one, Torch? TO: Could be either man’s match honestly. The littlest slip up can give your opponent a huge advantage you probably don’t want to give. TR: And that fall to the mesh at the bottom, which is going to be painful... I feel sorry for both Proctor and Briggs for getting into this one. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES…both men trying to gain the advantage still. There have been plenty of struggles between the two, obviously as both guys are going to do anything to make sure that they aren’t the one falling to that barbwire at the bottom. Proctor and Briggs are once again up to their feet as both men look to gain advantage of the match. Proctor wins the test of strength and is able to push Briggs away from him for a moment. Proctor takes a few steps towards Briggs and looks for a short arm clothesline but Briggs avoids the hit by ducking under Proctor’s arm. Briggs instantly turns around and runs at Proctor, hitting him with enough force to send both men falling off the scaffold to the spider mesh below. The crowd gasps in horror as both men hit the mesh and lay there looking lifeless. Everyone is out of their seats looking to see if anyone will take advantage of the moment, but neither man moves. The referee starts to count both men out as neither man has moved yet. At the count of 5, Briggs starts to show life, pulling an arm free of the barb wire’s grasp. Proctor follows up almost immediately by rolling over. Briggs and Proctor both are up to their feet at the count of 8 and the damage can be seen on their bodies, with the blood of both men trickling from the holes barbwire had left in them. Briggs and Proctor don’t even seem to care though as they begin to trade punches while keeping their balance on the mesh. With every blow they inch closer to the ladder, and with a strong kick, Briggs buys himself some time to scale up the ladder, trying to escape Proctor for the moment. Proctor follows though, on the same ladder as Briggs. Briggs tries to send Proctor back down to the mesh with stomps, but Proctor manages to keep his hold. Briggs accepts that Proctor won’t fall and climbs back up to the board, waiting for Proctor, hopefully giving Briggs the advantage. MM: After both men fall to that mesh they still have the strength to pull their selves up and climb back up the scaffold!? My god! TR: Neither of them wants to be sent packing tonight in this match. Reaching the semi-final took a lot of work against Kovalenko and King respectively. TO: Neither guy will be able to take another one of those falls, I guarantee that! FINISH… just as Briggs was hoping for, Proctor pulls himself up to the board and before he can even get to his feet, Briggs is there with some furious stomps trying to keep Proctor down to the board. When Briggs thinks he’s set the damage in he pulls Proctor up to his feet. Taking advantage of the dazed Proctor, Briggs shoves Proctor’s head into the steel post on the side of the scaffold, gaining a big advantage. Briggs drags Proctor to the center of the scaffold but before he can even get a hit in, Proctor manages to throw a forearm blow. Briggs comes back, locking Proctor in some hold, but as Briggs tries to transition into a better hold, Proctor takes his opportunity to raise Briggs up, catching him off guard. Proctor holds Briggs in a brainbuster position, looking to the mesh below as the crowd gasp, horrified by the thought of what could be coming. MM: Oh my god, don’t do it Proctor! Proctor doesn’t even second guess his thought and leaps off the scaffold, falling towards the mesh with a horrifying brainbuster. Both men are down and out as the crowd roar with cheers. MM: I can’t believe what I just saw, holy shit! A few seconds go by before Proctor begins to move. He rolls his arm over onto the seemingly lifeless Briggs as the referee counts the pin.... one..... two...... three!!!! TR: One of the most intense matches of the night and Proctor moves on in a very deserving victory. MM: He just sacrificed his damn life to get the victory, how will he even survive the final Ranger Rules match!? Winner, and advancing: Jason Proctor As EMTs have to force Briggs out of the spider mesh, Proctor manages to get to his feet on the outside as EMTs tend to his injuries as well. Both men are bleeding extreme amounts from their injuries. Proctor still manages to hold an arm up however to give recognition to the crowd. (CUT TO NY.) SC: That is our final for this year’s King of the Deathmatches...Phenom vs. Jason Proctor, one will make history and be crowned the 2012 King of the Deathmatches...up next...one that could go a lot of ways...but I think this flashback tells us best... NEW YORK CARD: Fallen Angel/Joel Bryant vs MDK/Michael Thunder [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF ICE STORM 2011 ARE SHOWN. BRYANT’S INITIAL RELUCTANCE TO JOIN TEAM T.F.W.F. AND HIS SUBSQUENT ‘CRAZYMAN MELT DOWN’ IS SHOWN. MDK TALKING OVER WITH A SOMEWHAT UNENTHUSIASTIC THUNDER ABOUT A BATTLE PLAN FOR MAYHEM. FALLEN ANGEL’S DESPERATE ATTEMPTS TO TOUCH BASE WITH BRYANT ARE SHOWN AS WELL AS JOEL’S REACTION TO THE MATCH BEING BOOKED WITHOUT HIS CONSENT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is tag team affair!!! (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) *'WAKE UP' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE TRON VIDEO FOR THE ONE RING CIRCUS BEGINS TO PLAY. MDK AND THUNDER WALK ONTO THE STAGE THROWING THE 'ORC' SIGNAL TO THE CROWD.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 510 pounds...the team of Michael Thunder...MDK...The One Ring Circus!!! SC: On the same page so far... SJ: What does that mean! These guys are always on the same page. SC: Well, if you did your job it would be obvious to you that Thunder is still not over the moon about missing out on his World title rematch tonight and being sidetracked into this match here. SJ: CONSPIRACY THEORIES...go over to smoothchop! JH: And their opponents... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (VENUE SHAKING CROWD POP. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!! SC: What is going through this man’s mind? SJ: Probably whether Joel Bryant is even going to turn up... JH: And his partner... *'MARGIN WALKER' - FUGAZI PLAYS* (BIG ASS 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!!! SC: Crowd believe in Joel, but does Joel believe in Fallen Angel... SJ: Million dollar question and you can already see MDK licking his chops at the possibilities... THE MATCH BEGINS...Angel and Bryant are clearly not the same type of team that MDK and Thunder are, with lots of tension and arguments during the opening of the match. Angel and MDK start off for their respective teams, MDK circling warily before he starts by proffering his hand. Angel looks at MDK as though he were nuts, but MDK simply he keeps his hand out for a handshake. Angel starts to accept it before his right hand lashes out into a cross, nearly flooring MDK as he assaults him quickly, using rights to stun him before tossing him into the ropes and flooring him with a clothesline. Angel lifts MDK to his feet, then brings him up high into the air as he holds him for a long period with a stalling vertical suplex, nearly causing the ring to shake with the force of the impact. Angel goes to tag in Bryant, but he doesn’t even look at Angel, instead focusing over at the fallen MDK. Angel gives Bryant a small shove, the referee pointing to the tag rope Bryant was holding as Bryant finds himself tagged in. Completely ignoring Angel for the moment, Bryant stalks over MDK, looking down on the prone form as he slowly lifts him up to a kneeling position. Bryant prepares to strike down MDK, but MDK uses his position to get a cheap shot at Bryant as the match turns in favor of the One Ring Circus when MDK tags in Michael Thunder. Thunder quickly starts using multiple ‘questionable tactics’along with his own vast array of wrestling holds to keep Bryant grounded and under numerous submissions to his head area. Thunder starts off with a quick side-headlock takedown, flipping over Bryant for a quick cover. 1… 2 –shoulders up! Bryant rolls the shoulders up, but Thunder moves with Bryant as he holds him down to the mat, keeping him facedown and still in the headlock. Bryant manages to get himself slowly up to his feet, Thunder readjusting to hold him in a reverse headlock as Bryant simply throws himself forward, backing Thunder into a corner as he starts driving his shoulder hard into the stomach of Thunder. As he slowly backs away from Thunder, he is floored from behind by MDK, who nails him from the ring apron with a clothesline. Thunder gives a smirk as he lifts Bryant’s body into the One Ring Circus corner and tags in MDK, the two of them using the most of the referee’s five count to deliver vicious stomps to the upper body of Bryant. As Thunder is backed to the outside of the ring, MDK makes use of the momentary distraction to rake his boot across the eyes of Bryant, sending him to the mat covering his face and eyes. SC: Bryant seems to want little or nothing to do with Angel, taking on the task of wrestling One Ring Circus on his own. SJ: As MDK loves to say, ‘That boy is as crazy as Joel Bryant.’ SC: …That IS Joel Bryant. SJ: Well you’d certainly think so by seeing how stupid he is by taking on the One Ring Circus. THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...MDK and Thunder continue their effortless teamwork on the likes of Bryant, stretching the rules and warnings of the referee to their very limits as they continue the assault on Bryant. MDK takes a few moments to jaw at Angel, causing him to try and come out from his corner as the referee warns him, stepping between the two as he focuses on Angel, allowing Thunder to choke Bryant from the outside. As the referee turns back to Thunder and MDK, MDK has picked up Bryant and uses a snapmare to flip him over, holding him in a modified headlock while keeping Bryant in a seated position. The referee checks for a response from Bryant, finding none. The arm is raised and dropped limply… 1. Fallen Angel looks on helplessly while the arm is raised a second time before it falls to the side uselessly again… 2. MDK sneers as Bryant’s hand is raised before it falls, but this time it just falls short of falling all the way down as Bryant starts to gain new life while getting the crowd behind him as he begins to position himself to at least a more vertical position before MDK shifts to put him in a headlock. Bryant feels around in his position until he gets a good hold and nails MDK with a belly to back suplex, stunning him. Bryant slowly rolls to all fours as MDK looks slightly dizzy while Bryant reaches around blindly, grabbing at the ropes and his partner’s hand as Angel gets into the match, Bryant looking somewhat confused. Angel immediately goes to work on MDK, wailing away with hard rights as he gets him backed into a corner, attacking away with knee lifts. Angel doubles MDK over, lifting him into the air with a gutwrench before he spins him around and lands with a hard powerbomb. Angel makes the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Angel lifts MDK to his feet as he whips him into the ropes, following him as he nails a knee to the stomach, then whips him to the opposite ropes as he does the same again. Angel then grabs MDK by the shoulders as he looks squarely at Michael Thunder before tossing MDK head first into the One Ring Circus’ corner. Angel gestures at Thunder to enter the ring as Thunder looks around, patting MDK comfortingly from the outside as MDK grabs the tag rope while trying to pull himself up. The referee gestures to Thunder, who looks around wildly while trying to wave off getting in, but Angel saves him the trouble as he grabs him by the shoulders and forcefully throws him over the top rope into the ring. Angel lays into Thunder with right hands as he backs him into a corner. Angel charges into the corner, landing an impactful splash against Thunder before he picks him up with one arm, holding onto him in a powerslam position before dropping him face-first into the turnbuckle. Angel makes the quick cover. 1… 2… kick out! Angel quickly lifts Thunder to his feet as he charges into the ropes before bouncing back and nailing him with a hard kick across the face. Angel makes the cover. 1… 2… th – kick out! Angel lifts Thunder to his feet slowly as he tosses him into Bryant’s corner. Angel follows up with a hard clothesline as he wails away on Thunder. Bryant quickly tags himself in when Angel is measuring up to strike Thunder, causing Angel to look at Bryant in surprise before being led back to the outside as Bryant takes over in striking Thunder. Bryant pulls Thunder out of the corner as he swings around behind him, grabbing him in a waist lock before lifting him high in the air and connecting with a hard German suplex, bridging with the cover. 1… 2… th –shoulder up! Bryant lifts Thunder up as he connects with a few right hands, whipping him to the ropes before Thunder reverses, sending Bryant into the ropes. Thunder misses with a clothesline as Bryant charges off the opposite ropes before connecting with a running DDT. Bryant quickly moves into the cover. 1… 2… break up by MDK! MDK charges into the ring, attacking Bryant while Angel moves into the ring, joining his partner in teaming up against MDK and Thunder with the referee admonishing both illegal men. The referee tries to pull Angel away from Thunder but receives an elbow to the face when Angel is lining up for a hard shot to Thunder. Angel turns, momentarily distracted to see what he hit as Thunder quickly grabs Angel by the head and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Meanwhile, Bryant and MDK are brawling along the ropes before they both knock each other to the outside, continuing to fight in front of the crowd while Thunder pulls Angel under the ropes to the outside. Thunder softens Angel with a few hard shots to the ribs before slamming him back first into the front of the Spanish Announce table while MDK and Bryant end up near the same area. MDK throws Bryant head first into the security railing as he and Thunder both start to work on Angel. The two of them lift up Angel and slam him back down with a modified flapjack to the ground, dropping him face first. MDK instructs Thunder to ‘fix the table’ while he reaches underneath the ring, grabbing something to his delight while Thunder starts to take the top off of the Spanish Announce table. Slowly MDK manages to pull out a steel chair, slamming on the bottom to ensure its firmness while Thunder manages to lift Angel onto the table, causing him to lie on his back. MDK hands the chair to Thunder, pointing to Bryant as he moves to Angel’s position on the table. Thunder stalks over to Bryant, turning him to face towards him, but Bryant quickly nails Thunder with a low blow. Thunder drops the chair as Bryant positions him over the top and nails a double-arm DDT onto the chair. Meanwhile, MDK has Angel lifted up as he prepares to drop him with the Hellshot, but Bryant manages to charge in and pull at MDK’s leg, but MDK kicks Bryant away as he once again resets for the Hellshot. Angel however manages gather enough wits to double MDK over with a low blow as he prepares for the Cradle of Darkness. He gets distracted by Thunder pulling on Angel, but Angel instead tosses MDK off the table as he grabs Thunder. Looking to the crowd with approval, he jaws something at Thunder before lifting him up and locking him in as he drops him through the table with the Cradle of Darkness, falling back from exhaustion! SC: So despite my partner’s wishes and the efforts of MDK, Angel and Bryant are the ones who’ve so far emerged from this melee the least scathed. SJ: Blatant rule-smashing on the part of your ‘do-gooders’ and horrible officiating from the TFWF, these are the things that MDK and the rest of the One Ring Circus hate – like the rest of us – about the TFWF. SC: You mean how they like to bend the rules to fit their situations as they see fit by introducing the weapons and causing destruction and mayhem to the TFWF? SJ: You cause a scratch to one pay-per-view set and you never hear the end of it… FINISH...Bryant nails MDK with a German suplex, holding on with a bridge as the referee makes the cover. 1… 2… th – kick out! Meanwhile Angel shoves Thunder down to the floor with the chair in hand as he makes his way back to his corner. Bryant grabs MDK, whipping him into the nearest corner as he looks to finish him off. Bryant slides outside, grabbing the chair and bringing it back into the ring as he raises it over his head to bring it down on MDK. The referee grabs it out of Bryant’s hands as he starts arguing with Bryant. Bryant waves about wildly while arguing as Angel tags himself in with Bryant looking in shock. Bryant grabs the chair from out of the referee’s hands as he brings it down hard on MDK, the referee calling for the bell. SC: Bryant seems more concerned about bringing harm to MDK than actually winning the match. SJ: What a shock, Bryant not using his head. SC: Nothing about how Bryant is attacking MDK? SJ: Well the referee’s put a stop to that nonsense and besides which, MDK and Thunder only cared about one thing – winning at all costs. In this case, it’s winning at the expense of the idiocy of Joel Bryant. Post-match Angel turns Bryant around, getting into an argument as the two get very heated about what happened as a team. Bryant looks to calm down for a moment before he snaps, taking down Angel with a cheap shot before locking in the Cuyahoga River Fire! Angel is tapping like crazy, but the referee and even security can’t get Bryant to break the hold. Finally Angel lies limp as Bryant releases him, looking on the motionless body without any emotion. Winners, via DQ: MDK & Michael Thunder (CUT TO LA) MM: Joel Bryant has snapped folks...snapped right in the middle of that ring and Fallen Angel has paid the price! TR: Seems the ORC’s battle plan worked perfectly...apart from Thunder going through that table.. TO: Yeah to save MDK...what a match. MM: And what a match we have up now...the finals of this year’s King of the Deathmatches...Phenom vs Jason Proctor...one will be King. LOS ANGELES - KING OF THE DEATHMATCH TOURNAMENT - MAIN EVENT: FINAL - RANGER'S RULES MATCH Phenom vs Jason Proctor [FLASHBACK: THE ROAD BOTH MEN TOOK TO GET HERE IS SHOWN IN THE 1ST ROUND.] P: This match is the final of the King of the Deathmatches tournament...and is...THE RANGERS RULE'S MATCH!!! (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) *'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 HE IS FOLLOWED OUT BY LEANDER APOLLO.) P: Making his way towards the ring accompanued by Leander Apollo...from Orlando, Florida...weighing 221 pounds...he is one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Jason Proctor!!! MM: Apollo went out round one, but he is standing by his tag team partner now. TR: Man what a night this could be for Jason Proctor. P: And his opponent... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MAJOR MIXED REACTION. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) P: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! MM: This monster persona Phenom so desperately wants to show off...can be cemented here tonight. TO: Provided he doesn't underestimate Proctor...and keeps his head in the game. THE MATCH BEGINS…With both men standing across the ring from one another as the 15 minute timer starts and both know they are a quarter of an hour away from potential greatness. The fans begin to stomp and clap as Proctor and Phenom go forward and lock up, jostling for position in the middle of the ring while the crowd are firmly behind Proctor. Phenom tries to shove Proctor back against the cage, however Proctor drops down into a monkey flip that sends Phenom over to a big cheer from the crowd and immediately Proctor gets in control with a big outside crescent kick to drop ‘Nom. He then beats down on the floored former World Champion, landing a standing senton before he manages to drop Phenom with a lungblower to a huge reaction. He immediately goes for the side of the cage, and begins to climb as Apollo begins to cheer his partner’s quest to escape on! Proctor’s on the top rope now, going for it-- but Phenom reaches up, grabbing his foot, and he wrenches back to haul Proctor off and crash him down on his back to a loud boo! Phenom then takes control of the match, man-handling Proctor and throwing him about the ring with some nasty slams and suplexes. One particular cravate suplex gets a big reaction from the crowd as Proctor hits the mat nastily and it looks like it could all be over, however before Phenom can begin to ascend the cage Proctor grabs him, smashing his head off the steel. Proctor then attempts a shining wizard but it’s countered with a big flapjack to smash him face-first into mat before Phenom drags Proctor up, driving him with a scoop slam into the side of the cage to a big gasp. Proctor struggles to his feet before being bulldozed back down again with a big shoulder block. Phenom then lifts Proctor up as if about to go for a spinebuster before he runs and crashes Proctor into the barbed wire ropes! He then spins Proctor around, driving him onto one of the mat-based mines which goes off with a bang, sending Proctor rolling over as Phenom makes a cut-throat gesture as the crowd boo Phenom. MM: Proctor being thrown about here, but neither man has been able to climb out yet as we’re 4 minutes into this one, 11 minutes left! TR: It’s time for them to start thinking of escape tries more often before that cage blows. TO: Phenom’s heading to the cage wall right now, think he heard ya! THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES…Phenom makes another escape attempt as he begins to climbs his way up the barbed wire ropes while Proctor is laying in the middle of the ring, broken and in pain. On the outside Apollo begins a stomp and clap for Proctor, trying to get him back in it and it begins to work as Proctor pushes himself up, staggering to his feet! He turns to see Phenom going for victory and immediately he runs, booting the wire ropes -- and Phenom falls -- crotching himself on the barbed wire! The crowd gasp as Phenom’s caught with the barbed wire in… yeah… you know… and Proctor grabs his head, hitting a cutter from the ropes to the mat! Proctor immediately begins throwing in some rights on Phenom before he drags him up, and runs with a chop block to Phenom’s legs! Going with the tactic of taking out the giant’s base Proctor begins to kick violently at the legs before he wraps Phenom up in a figure four right in the middle of the ring! Phenom is clearly pain as Proctor begins to try and work down the base and make the match easier. Proctor’s assault on the legs continued before he finally breaks it and gets to his feet, assessing the ring and an attempted escape as Phenom crawls to the barbed wire ropes to try and help himself up. As Phenom climbs Proctor runs, throwing big double knees at his back to send the New York Nightmare face-first into the wire and steel, and as Phenom stumbles back out and Proctor connects with a brutal rolling elbow! Phenom hits the deck and immediately Proctor goes for the corner, beginning to try and climb up against the exhaustion of the two qualifying matches and the assaults in the final so far. He reaches to the top, getting one boot off the ropes and onto the wall as Phenom’s at his feet. The crowd is cheering for Proctor to do it and win the match as he reaches up to the top, now with both feet off the ropes and he’s going for it but Phenom spots him -- Apollo is shouting for Proctor to push one last time as Phenom gets a hand on Proctor’s leg, but he tries to kick the former World Champion off. Phenom climbs up to the second rope as he tries to get a better grip on Proctor, but Proctor is right on top of the cage now, fighting gruellingly with Phenom to get over it and win the entire tournament! He goes for one last push but Phenom drags back and Proctor comes crashing down onto Phenom, taking both men off the top rope and to the mat! The crowd gasp as both finalists are down and out, and the clock hits with 6 minutes left… TR: Both men down and the clock’s ticking before this cage blows! TO: Whichever man makes it up first might well be the one to go to that cage wall and climb out, but who can make it up? MM: Who will be King of the Deathmatches 2012?! FINISH… The crowd is stomping and clapping like crazy as both men are down and struggling to make any movement as the clock continues to count down to the big explosion that has ended so many King of the Deathmatches tournaments! Finally after half a minute or so Proctor begins to stir, pushing to his feet as Phenom too begins to make it up, and both men stumble backwards, clashing backs! They turn, beginning to trade punches as the gutsy Proctor goes toe to toe with Phenom, matching him with every strike! The crowd is going crazy for this one as Proctor dodges a right from ‘Nom, sending him back hard into the barbed wire and steel cage before Phenom fights back, landing a big sambo suplex to send Proctor crashing into the steel too! Phenom then goes for one of the corners, beginning an ascent to the top as he looks over at the clock… [03:32 REMAINING] The fans are biting their nails on who will take the crown as Phenom climbs to the second rope and then the top rope as Proctor struggles up, holding his back in pain. Phenom reaches up to the top of the steel as Proctor turns, stumbling across the ring and he clubs at Phenom’s back, trying to break him down! He then uppercuts Phenom’s legs and the former World Champion begins to shake on the top as Proctor climbs up the ropes behind him-- and then climbs onto Phenom’s back, using him as apparatus to reach the top! The crowd cheer loudly as Proctor has one foot on Phenom’s shoulder and can reach the top of the cage, but Phenom pulls Proctor back down onto the top rope with him and Proctor turns right into a big punch from Phenom. Proctor throws a shot back up top, before Phenom responds -- but Proctor ducks it, driving a knee into Phenom’s gut! The crowd go wild as Proctor then grabs Phenom in a front facelock and leaps, applying the bodyscissors -- THE KILLER CLUTCH ON THE TOP OF THE BARBED WIRE ROPES! [02:46 REMAINING] THE CROWD ARE GOING WILD AS PROCTOR WRENCHES BACK, ALMOST HANGING OFF THE ROPES AND PHENOM BEGINS TO FADE! The crowd are chanting “New King Proctor!” as Apollo cheers him on from ringside and Phenom falls to one knee, balancing precariously on top of the barbed wire as Proctor wrenches back even harder. The lock is in tight as Proctor looks to have done it, and Phenom begins to teeter as Proctor considers throwing him from the top -- when all of a sudden Phenom reaches a hand out to the cage, pulling himself back to full standing position with Proctor still hanging on! The crowd are in slight awe at the feet as a shaking Phenom almost roars with power, pushing one arm through the gap between his and Proctor’s bodies, grabbing Proctor around the throat! The fans are on their feet as Phenom shouts out -- AND RIPS PROCTOR’S CLUTCH WIDE OPEN WITH A HUGE FINAL DESTINATION OFF THE TOP ROPE, CRASHING PROCTOR TO THE MAT BELOW!!! THE CROWD CHANT “HOLY SHIT” REPEATEDLY AS PHENOM REACHES UP TO THE CAGE, PULLING HIMSELF UP, GETTING ONE LEG OVER -- BOTH LEGS OVER -- AND HE’S OUT! Phenom drops to the floor with 01:29 remaining and the bell rings, signalling the countdown until the C4 going off over, and the referee raises a collapsed Phenom’s hand as the crowd boo the new King. Winner, via escaping the cage and King of the Deathmatches 2012: Phenom TO: Phenom did it, he escaped just in time but what a performance from Jason Proctor! MM: A hell of a showing from the tag team champion but that Final Destination from the top rope sealed his fate, Phenom is our new King of the Deathmatches! TR: And for one of the first times ever we didn’t see that rangers rules cage explode! Phenom struggles to his feet and raises an arm as his music plays and he is crowned the new King of the Deathmatches! The cage door opens and Leander Apollo climbs in, checking on Jason Proctor while Phenom parades the ring, shouting at the crowd that he did it and he’s the new King while Apollo begins to drag Proctor out from the ring, helping him on his way. As Phenom reaches the tag team champions he shouts them down, intimidating them as the new KOTDM before Apollo helps Proctor to the back, the crowd giving Proctor a standing ovation for his amazing performance in Los Angeles. Finally Phenom stands at the foot of the ramp and leans back against the cage, holding out both arms and shouting “THE FUCKING KIN--“ before he can finish the lights cut out entirely! MM: What the?! The crowd are quiet for the development as the TA-Tron bursts into life, illuminating ringside enough to show Phenom still leant against the Ranger’s Rules cage, and the familiar giggling sound begins to fill the arena. Phenom’s eyes widen at the noise and he shouts out for it to stop while the video goes static briefly, before stopping completely, and slowly a phrase becomes apparent on the screen… “I HAVE AWOKEN.” BOOM! THE RANGER’S RULES C4 EXPLODES ALL AT ONCE, SENDING PHENOM FLYING FORWARD AND THE LIGHTS COME ON AS PHENOM SPILLS ONTO THE STAGE, THE RING MAT ON FIRE AND PART OF THE CAGE BLOWN OUT! The crowd are shocked into silence as referees check on the security of the cage and Phenom’s health, however the new King lashes out, punching out a few of the referees and storming back up the ramp, reeling from the untimely explosion. He turns to the TA-Tron where the message is still flashing and Phenom’s eyes widen as he shouts again, trying to cover his ears, stumbling to the back… MM: What the hell just happened? “I have awoken”? TR: You know, I’m kinda glad I don’t work in the TFWF more regularly, I feel this could end up going badly… TO:We have a new King of the Deathmatches, but it looks like we’ve got more questions to answer than new answers! (CUT TO NY) SC: We have a brand new King in the T.F.W..F and it’s Phenom!!! SJ: What a tournament...what a tournament... SC: And we have one more for you here tonight in New York...will another dream be realized? Let’s take a look at how this one came about... NEW YORK CARD - MAIN EVENT: Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match Jack Benevolence (c) vs Dragon Demonico [FLASHBACK: JACK BENEVOLENCE’S WORLD TITLE WIN IS HIGHLIGHTED OVER MICHAEL THUNDER TO FINISH OFF 2011 AND HIS SUBSQUENT ANTICS WHICH ONCE MORE HAS ANNOYED FANS. HIS PURE ARROGANCE TO INTERVIEWS AND APPROACH IS SHOWN AND HOW THE PLUCKY DRAGON DEMONICO HAS CHALLENGED THE CHAMPION THROUGH RUSSELL WHITE. THEIR CONFRONTATIONS FROM PREVIOUS WEEKS ARE STRONGLY HIGHLIGHTED.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship!!! (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (REALLY BIG 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: The biggest point of Demonico’s young career is right now...a challenge of massive proportions, Snoop I know you don’t think he is up to it, but this crowd does... SJ: Money from morons...always been the T.F.W.F. way! JH: And his opponent... *'COME WITH ME' - KASHMIR PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE TRON VIDEO STARTS WITH THE WORDS "THE PROPHERCY", "THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING"...AND THEN THE NAME JACK BENEVOLENCE FLIES ACROSS WITH A MONTAGE OF HIS MOVES. RUSSELL WHITE LEADS HIM OUT ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS PYROS GO OFF AND HE MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Russell White...from Parkland, Washington...weighing 230 pounds...he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Jack Benevolence!!! SC: Benevolence probably charged thousands to even walk down the aisle...the pompous ass... SJ: Don’t diss the Champion Scoop, you are about to witness as are all these fans what a real World Champion is all about! THEMATCH BEGINS...and the crowd are firmly behind Dragon Demonico, practically bringing the house down with a massive chant for him. Demonico smiles at Benevolence and offers the handshake, however Benevolence slaps it away to massive boos -- and Demonico fires back with a big right to stagger Benevolence! The crowd go wild as the gutsy Demonico gets straight into it, backing Benevolence up into the corner with a wild flurry of strikes before he dropkicks him against the turnbuckles and brings him out with a monkey flip and drops straight into a standing senton! The crowd go nuts as Benevolence slides out of the ring, shaking his head in disbelief while Demonico raises a hand to the fans. Benevolence then turns to Russell White, talking things through and Demonico sees the chance, running for the ropes and leaping off with a massive crossbody to Benevolence, taking him down. Demonico begins beating the champion down while Snoop can be heard at ringside shouting about how Benevolence is fulfilling his duties with Make A Wish by letting Demonico gets some offence in. Benevolence breaks free, staggering off as Demonico is hot on his tail, however Russell White tries to stand between them, shouting at Demonico that he’ll sue if he goes any further.The crowd are booing the house down as Benevolence takes the time to recover -- BUT OUT OF NOWHERE DEMONICO THROWS A SUPERKICK AT WHITE, SENDING HIM OVER THE BARRIER AND INTO THE CROWD! Benevolence looks on like a rabbit caught in the headlights as Demonico runs, throwing more strikes before he smashes Benevolence’s head off the steel stairs and rolls him into the ring. Demonico follows up with a big springboard diving bulldog as Benevolence stands, making the first cover and getting just one. He immediately follows up with a dropkick sending Benevolence into the ropes and on the return he lands a hurricanrana, bringing Benevolence over. The champion’s on his feet as he turns, trying a clothesline, but Demonico ducks it and runs at the ropes, again springboarding this time right into a leg lariat to crash Benevolence back down again! Demonico covers by Benevolence sends him off, and Demonico doesn’t waste a single moment as he sets up for one of his signature enzuigiri. Benevolence turns and Demonico runs, using Benevolence’s thigh as a post, but Benevolence stumbles backwards in the least classy of fashions in a desperate bid to avoid the shot.A disheartened Demonico then runs at the cornered Benevolence, but Benevolence side-steps, smashing Demonico’s face into the top turnbuckle and the challenger drops to the mat as the crowd boo. Immediately Benevolence smirks as if it were a well thought out plan, before he runs and boots at Demonico’s exposed chest, stomping down on him before he grinds the boot in hard. He then drags Demonico up, stinging him with some knife-edge chops and back elbows, following it all with a big european uppercut that floors Demonico once again. Benevolence gets down with some mounted punches, fully taking advantage of the situation and he then wraps Demonico in with a grounded headlock, wrenching on the young challenger’s neck as he shouts at the referee to check for a submission. Demonico isn’t quite giving up yet and finally Benevolence breaks it, dragging Demonico up only to lift him high up and bring him crashing down with a flapjack. He then hauls Demonico in with a tight grounded waistlock, dragging the up and comer about the mat. Finally Benevolence pushes to his feet, keeping the waistlock in and he pulls back, driving Demonico with a brutal german suplex which brings a smirk to his face. SC: Demonico was on fire at the start there, but some lucky positioning and a quick side-step have put this match back in the champion’s control. SJ: Of course it was always going to go that way, Demonico just squeezed one of his teenage spots in Benevolence’s eye to distract him at the start! SC: That’s disgusting Snoop… SJ: I completely agree, how dare this cocky upstart use such tactics! SC: … THE MIDDLE OF THE MATCH SEES...the assault from Benevolence continue as he favours some stomps on Demonico, even holding on to the ropes to give him some extra leverage as the crowd boo. Benevolence then drags Demonico up, crashing him with a back elbow before he stings Demonico’s chest with a few more brutal knife-edge chops. As Demonico falls into the ropes Benevolence begins to beat down on him before he whips him off into that other set, preparing for a back body drop -- but Demonico avoids it, baseball sliding at Benevolence’s feet to bring the champion down! The crowd cheer as Benevolence staggers up and Demonico signals for an enzuigiri -- Benevolence catches the boot dragging Demonico in for a wheelbarrow suplex -- which he spins round for a facebuster! Demonico crashes to the mat as the crowd boo and Benevolence covers, getting a 2. He shakes his head, continuing the beat-down before he hauls Demonico up and signals for a powerslam, running with the challenger on his shoulder before he drives him down! He goes for the cover again, only getting a two as Demonico begins to fight his way back into it.The Benevolence domination continues as the champion lands a big clothesline to almost take Demonico’s head off as well as a big knee to the head that causes the whole audience to gasp. However the gutsy Demonico isn’t going down there, and as Benevolence attempts a piledriver the fire returns as Demonico clubs at the legs, breaking free and running off the ropes with a headscissors to bring Benevolence down! The crowd go wild as Demonico runs off the ropes again, crashing Benevolence with a back elbow and he goes up top, signalling for the dragonrana! Everyone’s on their feet as Benevolence staggers up, turning around and Demonico leaps, hooking Benevolence’s head with his feet -- RIGHT INTO A POWERBOMB! Demonico crashes to the mat horrifically as Benevolence covers! NO! A kickout at 2! An angered Benevolence drags Demonico up again and Demonico punches him square in the face, setting up for a leaping reverse STO, but it’s countered into a catatonic slam from Benevolence, driving Demonico into the mat and scoring another two. Frustrated with not retaining already Benevolence turns to the referee, shouting him down as Demonico begins to recover…Stomps and claps sound out from the crowd as Benevolence is still pleading his case and Demonico grabs his legs, rolling the champion up! One! Two! NO! Benevolence just kicks out but now he’s on the back foot as Demonico runs, landing an outside crescent to drop Benevolence, following up with another headscissors before he grabs Benevolence’s head, running to the corner and twisting round for a tornado DDT, scoring a two! Benevolence staggers up as Demonico grabs him with an armdrag, sending him over to the corner before he runs at Benevolence. Demonico goes for a big knee but Benevolence counters, throwing Demonico up, only for the challenger to land on the top rope and as Benevolence turns Demonico backflips off right into an asai moonsault! The crowd explodes with cheers as Demonico covers, but it’s only a two. Demonico fires in with sunset flip, picking up another two, before he gets to his feet in despair at not having picked up the victory before he stalks Benevolence, running and going for a sliced bread #2! He leaps up, flipping over -- but Benevolence breaks free -- Demonico on his feet -- ENZUIGIRI! BENEVOLENCE IS GLAZED OVER AS DEMONICO COVERS… ONE… TWO… THRE-- NOOOOO! SC: We came so close to a new Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion right there! SJ: I came so close to having a full on damn heart attack… thank God Benevolence kicked out there… SC: You still think Demonico has no chance with a move like that?! SJ: … well… maybe he has SOME chance… FINISH...As the match continues Demonico comes close to victory with various high-flying moves, however Benevolence powers back into it countering a fame asser attempt into an angle slam that scores a close two. The fans are chanting for Demonico loudly as Benevolence hauls Demonico up onto his shoulders, spinning him out with a big TKO! Demonico’s head smashes off the mat sickly as Benevolence covers, hooking both legs… one… two… thr--NO! Demonico kicks out to a massive reaction as Benevolence throws Demonico into the corner and lifts him to the top rope. He sends in some vile punches before he climbs to the second rope, draping Demonico’s arm over his shoulders and hooks the head. The crowd boo as Benevolence smirks at them all, lifting Demonico high up and he drops back with a huge superplex, crashing the much smaller challenger to the mat with horrific force! The fans fall quiet, fearing for Demonico’s health, as Benevolence covers… one… two… thr-- SHOULDER UP! The place damn near explodes at the near fall, but Benevolence wastes no time as he pulls Demonico in for a piledriver! He hooks the standing headscissors, lifting Demonico up when the challenger begins to struggle, and Benevolence is having a tough time holding it. Finally Demonico breaks free enough to get his feet back on the floor, before Demonico digs down deep and begins to push up. The crowd are on their feet as Demonico shouts out, tensing every muscle he has as Benevolence’s eyes go wild, and he shakes his head as Demonico… begins to… lift him! Demonico uses all the strength he has to push Benevolence up -- AND THROWS HIM OVER WITH A BACK BODY DROP! THE ARENA EXPLODES WITH CHEERS AS BENEVOLENCE CRASHES TO THE MAT AND THE MUCH SMALLER DEMONICO COVERS… ONE… TWO… THRE-- OOOOOOOH KICKOUT! Demonico looks devastated as he pushes to his feet and Benevolence slowly staggers up, not used to being thrown like that let alone by someone like Demonico! He turns as Demonico kicks at his gut and he throws in some big punches on the champion, stumbling him back before he runs off the ropes behind him and goes for Benevolence in an attempted second enzuigiri -- but Benevolence avoids it!Demonico turns as Benevolence smashes him with a polish hammer, driving him down, before he drags Demonico up and signals for the Jack’s Hammer! He hooks the arm and head, lifting Demonico up into the air and looks to turn it over -- BUT YES! DEMONICO THROWS A KNEE AT BENEVOLENCE’S HEAD! Demonico drops out behind Benevolence, turning him round and he hooks him for the Dragon Spike! He drops back, going for it -- but Benevolence pulls him in, rakes the eyes, and hooks him in a standing headscissors! He then pulls Demonico up and drops -- SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Demonico slumps horrifically on the mat as Benevolence smirks, covering him… ONE… TWO… THRE-- DEMONICO KICKS OUT TO A WILD POP! Benevolence smashes the mat in anger but it’s no use as Demonico pushes to his feet and begins to trade punches with the champion, the cheers sounding for Demonico’s shots and the boos for Benevolence’s. Finally Demonico begins to get the upper hand before he manages to dropkick Benevolence, sending him down! The crowd are on their feet as Demonico goes up top and leaps off for a frog splash, gliding through the air towards his target -- BENEVOLENCE MOVES AND DEMONICO SMASHES TO THE MAT WITH A SICK FORCE! SJ: YES! SC: That was a bad landing for Demonico, and Benevolence is looking to take advantage… Benevolence is straight in there, dragging Demonico up and he hooks the arm and the head, lifting him for his finishing move once again! This time Demonico hasn’t got the same fight into him and Benevolence spins, DRIVING HIM WITH THE JACK’S HAMMER! It has to all be over as the crowd cross their fingers and Benevolence covers… ONE… TWO… THRE-- WHAT THE HELL?! DEMONICO GETS THE SHOULDER UP! The arena EXPLODES with cheers as Benevolence screams loudly in anger. He drags Demonico up, slapping him over the face angrily -- but Demonico fires back with a big roundhouse kick to the champion! Benevolence stumbles back and Demonico hooks him immediately -- DRAGON SPIKE FROM NOWHERE! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! DEMONICO COVERS… ONE… TWO… THRE-- BOOT ON THE ROPES FROM BENEVOLENCE! The crowd boo as Demonico falls back to the mat, holding his head in despair and pain as both men are exhausted from this World Heavyweight Championship contest. As both take a breather from the action the crowd at ringside begin to stir as Russell White slowly comes round from the superkick from earlier, climbing back over the ringside barrier and hiding out at ringside away from anyone’s view.Nodding his head Demonico gets to his feet, pulling on an almost dead-weight Jack Benevolence as the crowd cheer him on and many try and alert him to Russell White’s presence. Finally Demonico manages to get Benevolence up and he hooks him again, making a cut-throat gesture to a massive cheer AND HITS A SECOND DRAGON SPIKE! Benevolence is out as Demonico crawls over to him, hooking both legs and rolling as much weight over as he can to keep the champion down, the referee checks the shoulders and begins the count that will surely crown a new World Champion… ONE… TWO… THRE-- RUSSELL WHITE DRAGS THE REFEREE OUT! MASSIVE BOOS AS WHITE SMIRKS TO HIMSELF AND THE REFEREE FALLS TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE THE RING! Demonico breaks the cover, getting to his feet as he stares on in disbelief, knowing he should be World Champion right now. At ringside White taps his head, saying he outsmarted Demonico as the challenger shakes his head in pure anger. Behind him Jack Benevolence is beginning to come to as the referee climbs into the ring, ordering Russell White from ringside to a huge pop! But the damage is done and as White walks away from ringside he manages to keep the distraction going enough for Benevolence to recover adequately and stalk behind Demonico. He finally runs, clattering into the challenger from behind with a big elbow to the head before he pulls Demonico up among huge boos and hooks him -- SECOND JACK’S HAMMER! Benevolence covers, making sure to keep Demonico away from any ropes and the referee is forced to make the count… ONE…TWO… THREE! Benevolence retains among arena-shaking boos as White smiles from ringside, celebrating the victory. Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Jack Benevolence SC: NO! Demonico had the title won right up until Russell White got involved, dammit this isn’t fair! SJ: Life isn’t fair Scoop, but Jack Benevolence is still World Champion, that more than makes up for an unfair life in my eyes! The crowd are still booing as Benevolence gets to his feet and White hands him the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship. Immediately Benevolence begins to celebrate with huge animation, pacing the ring with the title held in the air and a big smirk on his face. The boos continue to rain down as White hails him for a few moments, encouraging the fans to follow suit, and obviously they don’t. After a minute or so more of Benevolence celebrating his tainted victory Demonico begins to come to, shakily getting to his feet. He turns to Benevolence with anger on his face as the crowd chant for Demonico. Finally Benevolence stops and turns, spotting Demonico, and the two stare down for a while. Benevolence raises the title above his head and the crowd boo --BEFORE DEMONICO PUNCHES BENEVOLENCE OUT! The champion hits the floor to a massive cheer as Demonico climbs through the ropes, pacing up the ramp towards the back. SJ: What a sore loser that jumped-up Demonico is. SC: I think he had every right to do that after being screwed out of his first World Championship reign tonight, and I don’t think that’s the last we’re going to hear of Demonico and the World Heavyweight Championship either! Demonico turns around on the stage, raising a defiant fist into the air as the crowd cheer for him and he disappears to the back. The camera turns back to Benevolence, who is being helped up to his feet as he clutches his jaw-- *’WAKE UP ‘ - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* Big crowd heat as Benevolence and White turn to the stage, and MDK walks out with Michael Thunder behind him, both looking beaten up from their earlier tag team match. Both members of the One Ring Circus stand on the stage, staring down Jack Benevolence as the crowd continue to boo them loudly. SC: Of course Michael Thunder will be the next man to challenge Jack Benevolence at Highlight Night, and it looks like he’s brought the leader of the ORC with him for back-up. Benevolence raises the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship above his head, pointing down the ramp at his next challenger, Michael Thunder. However before Thunder can respond it’s MDK that steps forward, motioning a title around his own waist and pointing right back at Benevolence. As MDK continues to send the message that the ORC is coming for Jack Benevolence’s championship Michael Thunder stands just behind the leader, his expression less of focused on the title… and more disgruntled at MDK being the one to confront Benevolence. After a few seconds Thunder shakes his head, turning around and walking to the back as MDK remains locked in eye contact with Jack Benevolence… SC: Well the message has been sent, MDK just told Jack Benevolence that the World Heavyweight Championship is coming the One Ring Circus’ way… but was I the only one spotting that perhaps MDK and Michael Thunder weren’t in agreement just there? SJ: Yes, stop making shit up. SC: Either way that’s all we’ve got time for here at Night of the Revolution… a new King of the Deathmatches, a retained World Heavyweight Championship, and the road to Death or Glory is underway! We’ll see you on Mayhem! The final shot is of Michael Thunder disappearing through the curtain as MDK and Jack Benevolence remain staring down…