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<center>We are the Willing

Led By The Unknowing

Doing The Impossible

For The Ungrateful

We Have Now

Done So Much

For So Long

For So Many

With So Little

We Can Now Do Anything

With Nothing At All

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I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late
What you could've taught me
I could've saved some face
They think that your early ending
Was all wrong
For the most part they're right
But look how they all got strong
That's why I say hey man nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
Now that the smokes gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
You'd fight and you were right
But they were just to strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
That's why I say hey man nice, nice shot
What a good shot man
A man
Has gun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice shot
I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say
Nice shot

*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSH!*
*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSH*
*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSH!*
*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSH*
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Once the red and golden pyrotechnics die down and the house lights go up we're taking ringside with Cain, Tex and Banter who have the unenviable task of trying to talk over the fire up French crowd.

Cain: "Bonsoir France et la bienvenue à Palais Omnisports De Paris-Bercy profondément au coeur de Paris, ceci est Friction!!"

Banter: "What did he say? It was something bad about me wasn't it??"

Tex: "The crowd is fired up, I'm fired up and I know that Twisted Championship Wrestling is NOT about to disappoint you at all."

Cain: "Ladies and gentlemen you tuned in on a great night, TWO championships will be decided in the ring plus many more exciting bouts for you."

Banter: "Yeah Infinity in action!!"

Tex: "As well as a couple of debuts and what promises to be a hard hitting three way match so lets go to the ring for the first match of the evening."

JE vs Duo

IC: This next match we'll have the debut of a TCW team so to speak, Duo but only one half of them will perform.

Banter: That doesn't make sense

Tex: Sure it does Banter, they're a Duo

Banter: What?

Tex: Here they come now!

Eubanks: This next match is scheduled for one fall making their way down to the ring first, Duo!

Tex: Told you

Junior Kickstart begins to play, pumping up the crowd, as Duo appear on the ramp. Elsie is jumping and ready for action. She keeps up the crowd's energy while heading quickly towards the ring.

Eubanks: Representing Duo from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 400 pounds Cage!

Cage follows close behind her, remaining focused. He makes no indication that he even notices the crowd. Elsie heads to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle, keeping the crowd going, while Cage climbs into the ring, his massive form taking center-stage.

Banter: Mother of God, he's big!

IC: Yes he is Banter, he's the biggest competitor on the roster besides maybe Breed

Tex: He's 7' 400 pounds of pure muscle, you don't see a lot of body fat on him, he's a regular hoss so to speak.

Eubanks: And his opponent

As Audioslave's - Cochise plays out, JE comes out of his locker room with his girlfriend/ valet Jess behind him.

Eubanks: Making his way to the ring, from Mallorca, Spain weighing in at 250 pounds JE!


As the first words of the song come start to sing, JE & Jess come out to the fans with his hands raised with Spiderman hand signals in the as a circle of HBK like pyro's go of behind him, and then as he gets in the ring pyro shoots from the ringpost's.
IC: Major size difference here, JE isn't a small man by any means but he is giving up 250 pounds.

Tex: Yes Isaiah he is going to have get the big man off his feet, his speed and technical skills are going to have to come into play.

ing Ding:

IC: Here we go

JE tries to circle around Cage but the big monster's frame pretty much blocks that from happening, so JE decides to slide under Cage and gives him a quick dropkick, which doesn't take the big man down

IC: Cage still on his feet, JE comes back with a clothesline! Still Cage stands his ground

Frustrated JE runs back to the ropes and this time dropkicks Cage down on one knee, causing Cage to drop on that knee. JE runs back to the ropes again and when he bounces off heads towards Cage

Tex: Cage catches him with one hand

Just like Tex said, Cage catches JE and pushes him backward into the corner, there he hits him with a couple of back elbows. He then grabs JE and just tosses him out of the corner.

Tex: JE just being thrown like a rag doll

Banter: Speaking of rag dolls, pick up the new TCW videogame, you'll be tossing your friends like rag dolls in no time.

IC: Thanks for the shill Banter

Banter: Hey someone has to sell this

Cage slowly walks over to JE and tries to pick him up but JE punches his way out, he chops Cage.

IC: Stiff chop from JE!

SMACK!
WOOOO!
SMACK!
WOOOO!



Cage feels the sting a little bit but he shakes it off and clotheslines JE down hard.

Tex: JE head just bounced hard on the mat

IC: Yea his neck just whipped backwards

Cage then runs forwards and drops an elbow on the sternum of JE, he then goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Kick out!

IC: JE kicks out at two

Cage doesn't even argue with the ref, he just grabs JE by the hair and whips him into the ropes, once JE returns Cage tosses him in the air and brings him back down with one hand.

IC: Flapjack from Cage!

Banter: Speaking of flapjacks, (Banter turns to the camera) like pancakes? I do, who doesn't? When you're cooking pancakes always use Mrs. Butterworth's as your syrup.

IC: Thank you Banter for that

Tex: You know I like to put a little bit of butter and add on some Texas toast with my pancakes.

IC: Would you two shut up with the pancakes, I would like to call the damn match! Cage on top of JE right now. Runs forward and drops a leg on the chest of his opponent JE who is just getting dominated right now. Cage goes for the cover!

ONE

TWO

TH....

NO!

IC: JE kicks out again

Tex: JE is a tough son of a gun I know that much

Banter: Well I know he's getting his ass kicked right now

Tex: That'll change, trust me this match is far from over.

Cage takes JE over to the corner and with his massive hand, overhand chops JE hard. This causes JE to fall straight down, Cage forces him back up and overhand chops him again. JE slowly picks himself up in the corner. He forces himself to fight back and with adrenaline rushing, he kicks and chops Cage until he's out of the corner.

IC: JE fighting back!

JE throws lefts and rights at Cage, he then dropkicks Cage's knee a second time when Cage falls to one knee, JE runs forward gives him a DDT.

Tex: I told you Banter; this match isn't over, JE has moves like a cat, he's just so quick.

IC: JE goes for the cover

ONE

kick out

Tex: Too early

Cage is now at JE's level with him being on the mat, JE takes advantage by going for the arm hoping to take away the strength particularly in his right arm. JE wraps his hands around the right arm and tries to Cage down and to bend it backwards.

IC: JE going for a cross armbreaker, going for that right arm

Cage fights out of it by pushing JE back with his free hand, JE runs forward at Cage and dropkicks him in the face.

Tex: JE relentless in his attack, so quick

Cage falls to the side, sensing that this may be his opportunity to truly take control JE goes to the side of Cage and grabs his arm and falls backwards applying a cross armbar.

IC: Cross armbar from JE, showing his technical skills

Banter: But wait, Cage is fighting out
Sure enough the armbar doesn't stay on long as Cage starts to fight out of it, with his free arm he punches JE in the face with some stiff shots. Once JE finally lets go, he runs at Cage and leaps but Cage catches him and spins him around, landing on his stomach and bringing JE's back crashing down on the mat.

IC: Spinning sidewalk slam?

Tex: Let's call it the Cage slam, yea that'll work

Cage then grabs JE and picks him up, he puts his arms around and squeezes tight, taking the air out of JE's lungs.

Tex: Cage with bearhug!

IC: He calls that the cage

Banter: The cage?... Oh I get it

JE tries to fight out of the bearhug but Cage squeezes harder, after a few more seconds JE taps and submits

IC: It's over!

Tex: The young kid tried to fight out of it but he couldn't bear it any longer

Eubanks: Here is your winner by Submission Duo!

Banter: Well JE may have moves like a cat but he got ass kicked like pus...

Tex: Yea Banter impressive win for Duo.


We see the latest TCW addition "Mr Acceptable" Charles Hagan enter a locker room and put his dufflebag down on the ground.

"Yeah this'll do"

Once he's satisfied that the locker room will be adequate he unzips his bag and starts pulling out white towels, generic shampoo and his black trunks & white boots. While Mr. Acceptable" is putting away his perfectly serviceable ring gear the door to the locker room opens and in waddles

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

It's the Aftershock Champion himself, Mr. Dick Flehr

"Barn I'm telling you Miss Elisabeth is leaving Savage" Flehr says totally oblivious to Mr. Acceptable's presence.

"Sure he is Dick" Barn says while trying to not roll his eyes.

"Oh hello" Mr. Acceptable says when Flehr enters and then goes back to wrapping his wrists with tape.

"Hello? Who, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Do you think you're talking to?" Flehr says annoyed by the lack of etiquette, Mr. Acceptable didn't offer him any ice cream or anything.

"I dunno"

"I and the SUPA NACHABOY" deep breath "DICK FLEHR!"

"Yeah alright" Hagan says, he's never really heard of Dick although the name Flehr does ring a bell.

"Alright? Son I'm better than alright I'm the 189 times Champion of the Galaxy! See this title?" Flehr holds up the belt from his robe

"PSSSSSSST Dick it's this one" Barn says and slips him the title.

"Yeah THIS Title!" Flehr says and holds it up in Mr. Acceptable's face.

"Nice" is his only response, a perfectly adequate response he thought.

"NICE?? NICE??" Flehr's face is turning purple over Mr. Acceptable's sedate reaction to the presence of the greatest wrestler ever.

"Relax Dick, leave the guy alone" Barn says wishing Dick would take it easy.

"Hold up!!... yeah I see it now, you shaved your moustache didn't you?" Flehr says to Mr. Acceptable.

"Moustache?" Mr. Acceptable is confused, he never had a moustache, just the perfectly serviceable clean close shave he always sported.

"Barn!! Blackjack Mulligan is trying to attack the Universal champion of all beings!" Flehr yells.

"Dick maybe we should get out of here... erm your limousine is waiting" Barn says as he desperately wants to avoid a confrontation.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'm the Limousine riding, chocolate ice cream eating, wheeling, dealing scoops of vanilla stealing son of a gun!!" Flehr says as he launches into another one of his little rants.

"Yeah Dick you're the man, now let's go I had the minifridge restocked with Ben and Jerry's"

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Barn herds Dick out of the locker room thanking his lucky stars that Mr. Acceptable isn't a hothead.

"hmmm" is Mr. Acceptable's only verbal response after Flehr leaves.

Then he sits down and continues his wrist taping until he figures it'll do.

And back to the ring we go

Sammy Eubanks: "The following contest is set for on fall with a 15 minute time limit"

The lights slowly dim as Kermit's music begins, with the drum riff opening. Once the blass blasts the arena is illuminated by silver fireworks

*FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSH!!*

Illiminating the dapper Kermit as he enters the arena with a smile on his face.

"Hey pachuco!

Summer 43 the mans gunnin for me
Blue and white mean war tonight
They say damn my pride and all
The other cats livin down eastside
Or maybe just my brims too wide"

The mobster saunters down the aisle looking like a man who doesn't have a fear or a worry in the world, or maybe more like a man who has a whole organization to handle any fear or worry he might have.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

"Oooh marie you better grab my jack
And zip gun for me
And Ill face no shame
cause tonights the night I die for our name"

Sammy Eubanks: "Introducing first from the Windy City, Chicago. Here is KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERMIT!!"

The French crowd doesn't seem to appreciate the man in the green tie, yes being a fashion capital of the world they appreciate his fine threads and stylish fedora but the man behind the fabric isn't someone they admire (maybe more like fear) When the music slows, Kermit is on the apron and takes off his jacket, then he tosses his hat into the crowd with a casual wrist flick.

"Well Id like to be swingin
Dancin and singin, just havin a time
Free to do whatever, now more than ever
Ive gotta stick with that gang of mine"

Cain: "Kermit has already made a name for himself, the rookie is making people sit up and take notice"

Banter: "He has his ways of making you pay attention to him that's for sure, I think he'll go far"

Tex: "How much did he pay you to say that?"

Sammy Eubanks: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND his opponent from Providence, Rhode Island the third Generation Superstar and the last remaining Blitzkrieger - Paris. France this is JAAAAAAAAAAAACK FROST!!!"

Frost's music kicks in and the blue pyros that usually announces the arrival of the latest Frost to compete in the business go off but no Jack. After a few more moments of nothingness Sammy picks up the microphone once more

Sammy Eubanks: "Ladies and gentlemen, JACK FROST!!"

Frost's music starts over from the top once more but with a similar disappointing result.

Tex: "What's going on here? Where is Frost?"

Banter: "I dunno Tex, but Jack Frost is such a driven professional you know he doesn't just not show up"

Kermit doesn't look worried, nor does he really look surprised when his opponent doesn't show up. After a few moments more of Frost's music playing but no one showing up Kermit goes over to the referee and demands that he starts a count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Cain: "If Frost isn't here by 10 he forfeits the match"

FOUR!!

Banter: "Yes thank you Mr. Moto we hadn't realized"

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

Kermit leans back in the ropes and smirks

EIGHT!!

NINE!!

TEN!!


*DING!*DING!*DING!*

Sammy Eubanks: "The winner of the match... by Forefeit: KEEEEEEEEEEEEERMIT!!"

Kermit demands that the referee raises his hand in victory as the French crowd boos the disappointing outcome of what promised to be a good match. Once Kermit has had his hand raised in the air he steps through the ropes, grabs his jacket and then heads for the exit with it slung over his shoulder.

Cain: "What happened to Jack Frost?"

Banter: "It's hard to say isn't it?"

Tex: "Maybe these guys know"

Once Kermit ducks through the curtains he's met by his henchmen/associates Gonzola and Rowlf who give their boss a knowing little nod

Gonzola: "Congratulations on your win boss, guess he was too afraid to show up huh?"

Kermit: "Thanks Gonz, yeah I wouldn't be surprise if he had like an anxiety attack and fell down in the parking lot and hurt himself."

Rowlf: "Yeah fell down like 10 times he, he, he, he"

Kermit: "All in all, not bad - didn't hurt my image to play up that Frost is just afraid to face me"

Gonzola: "Yep that's what it'll look like"

Rowlf: "... but we know better"

Kermit doesn't say anything, he just gives Rowlf a wink as Friction cuts to a commercial break.

Tex: Folks, I'd suggest a quick bathroom break before our next match, because you aren't going to want to miss one second of the action...that's right folks, coming up....Anthony "Supreme" Lupelli against the TCW World Champion, Jason Dante!

Banter: It ain't like this is the main event.

IC: Maybe not, but when two men the caliber of Supreme and Dante step into the ring, it might as well be...

Jason Dante vs Supreme

The arena lights turn off. A moment later, the sound of a gunshot, accompanied by a blinding flash of light, shows Supreme standing in the entrance. The opening instrumental solo from "Remember the Name" plays and strobe lights flash.

"This is 10 percent luck
20 percent skill
15 percent concentrated power of will
5 percent pleasure
50 percent pain
and a 100 percent reason to remember the name..."

Supreme walks down to the ring, accompanied by the thumping bass of Fort Minor and the blinding flash of the strobe lights. He steps over the top rope as the chorus kicks in again:

"This is 10 percent luck
20 percent skill
15 percent concentrated power of will
5 percent pleasure
50 percent pain
and a 100 percent reason to remember the name..."

As the chorus ends, there is another sound of a gunshot and a blinding flash of light. Supreme stands in the center of the ring and waits for the match to begin.

IC: I've seen Lupelli in action a number of times and I never cease to be impressed by his size! 6'10 and 300 lbs is no joking matter!

Banter: Actually, 315 pounds to be exact. And anyways, as Tex's girlfriend tells him, size isn't important.

IC: Well Supreme moves well for a man of his stature, so I guess he's got the "motion of the ocean" as well.

Banter: Have you been talking to Valentina lately?

Tex: Now, now gentlemen...we've got ourselves a match to watch.

The arena grows dark for a few seconds before spot light stabs down and illuminates the curtains. Dante's voice says:

"I am the God of all Hell's fire!"

Then "Spitshine" plays as Dante walks towards the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring, the words "All hail the first of the fallen!" appear on the video screen. Lupelli stares down his opponent showing no signs of intimidation. This match may not be for the World Title, but a win over the current champion is a nice feather in one's cap. The match shares equal importance for Jason, who is coming off a loss to Hammer and a draw against Highone in his last two matches. The bell rings...

Tex: And we're off!

The two men lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Lupelli shoves Dante away with ease, using his strength advantage, and sends the albino assassin tumbling backwards. Supreme starts to hint at a smile, but any elation he feels is short-lived as Jason is back on his feet in no time. Anthony motions with his hand for Dante to "just bring it". The champ obliges.

Tex: Jason bounces of the ropes and delivers a lariat in hopes of flooring the larger man, but the impact only causes Supreme to take a few steps backwards. The champ isn't giving up that easily...bounces of the ropes again, lariat...same effect...will the third time be a charm? Jason runs full speed at Supreme...Lupelli seems to be anticipating the impact....ohhhhh....Dante drops down and delivers a dropkick to Supreme's right knee! He wasn't expecting that!

IC: Things like that are what make Dante the champ!

Lupelli falls down to one knee. Jason grabs him around the neck and drops backwards, delivering a DDT. Supreme's bald dome slams into the canvas. Dante goes for the quick pin...

One...
































Twoooo...
























Tex: Kick out by Lupelli! Dante isn't going to get him that easily.

Jason wastes little time, reaching down to pull Lupelli back onto his feet. On the way up Supreme catches the World Champion with a thumb to the eye. The momentary distraction gives him enough opportunity to shift the momentum in his favor.

Tex: A big right hand to the cheek by Lupelli! A left to the gut! He's unloading punches like they're going out of style!

IC: Each of those fists must feel like a brick being slammed into your flesh! Lupelli's hands are the size of baseball mits!

Banter: But does he have the balls to accompany them?

Dante turns to try and escape the attack, but Supreme grabs the back of Jason's trunks and pulls him back into a tree-limb of a forearm. The shot to Dante's spine is followed up by another few for good measure. He falls to the mat, clutching his back and writhing in pain. Supreme picks him up and delivers a Spinebuster! The crowd "oohs" at the thud the impact creates.

Tex: What is Anthony doing now? He turns Jason onto his back, grabs his legs...wait folks...he's attempting to lock in The Made Man, going for the quick submission!

IC: Smart move to try and finish your opponent when the opportunity arises.

Banter: More like fear. He's clearly scared of Dante and the move is out of desperation...

Tex: Forget "attempted"...Lupelli has it locked in! Supreme is about to submit the World Champion!!!

The ref kneels down and checks with Dante for the "tap out", but Jason is not one to quit. He slowly inches his way towards the nearest bottom rope. Supreme notices this and leans back, adding more pressure to the Sharpshooter-style submission. Dante reaches out in desperation and manages to grab a hold of the rope. The referee breaks the hold and stands Supreme back up. Lupelli drags the still-reeling Dante into the center of the ring and pins him, hooking a leg in the process.

One....





















































Two...














































Ref: Thr-....






Dante kicks out! The crowd looks shocked, as apparently they thought he was finished. Supreme is not one to stand there jack-jawed and immediately stands up, bringing Dante along with him courtesy of a handful of hair. He lifts Jason up and Powerbombs him into the nearest turnbuckle. The force causes Dante to hit the padded-steel and spring forward, face-first, into the canvas.

Tex: Lupelli seems to be in control of the match now. He walks up to Dante and points his finger at him....wait a minute...the champ is still face down...we've seen this before!

IC: Looks like it could be bedtime for the champ! Here comes the Big Sleep!

Banter: Gosh, and it's not even 10:00 yet...

Supreme mimics a gun with his outstretched finger. He lifts his leg and stomps down...but Dante is able to roll to the side at the last second. Now face-up, the champ still seems to be struggling physically after the abuse he's taken. Lupelli lifts his leg again and attempts to deliver a stomp to Dante's face, but the champ is a step quicker and somehow kicks upwards into Supreme's groin before the big man can bring his foot down.

Banter: I don't care how big or strong you are. A shot to the family jewels is the equalizer of all men! He may have just turned Anthony's olives into olive oil...

Dante manages to crawl back to his feet, while Lupelli is curled up in a fetal position grabbing his nether-regions. The Hellfire Club general slowly makes his way to a corner and starts climbing the turnbuckles.

Tex: The champ barely has enough energy to stand and he's going high-flyer?
What is he thinking?

Banter: Apparently, he's NOT thinking.

Regardless of commentary, Dante gets to the top turnbuckle and finds his balance. Lupelli is slowly making his way back to vertical. He turns around to the corner Jason is in and ends up with a Missle Dropkick to the sternum. The move puts Supreme back onto the canvas, but Dante seems to have exhausted most of his energy in the process. However, there's still some fire burning in his gut, and he manages to stand back up before Lupelli can. He places Supreme's melon between his knees and wrenches backwards!

IC: He's attempting to Powerbomb the much larger Lupelli!

Unfortunately, Supreme has done some damage to Dante's back courtesy of some earlier moves, and it gives out under the 300-plus pounds of Lupelli. Both men come crashing back down to the mat. As luck would have it, Anthony happens to land on top of Dante whose shoulders are both touching the mat.

One....








































Two...























































Ref: Threeeeee......NO...







Dante kicks out at the last second! The crowd is going wild and chanting his name. Their energy gives him a lift and he stumbles back onto his feet. He grabs Lupelli and throws him forward, between the second and third rope, and into a ring-post. Supreme's forehead smacks against the steel cylinder and he rolls out of the ring, onto the floor. Still holding the small of his back, Dante limps towards the ropes and crawls out of the ring. He scoops Lupelli up and whips him into the ringside steps. Jason manages to lift Supreme back onto his feet and slides him back into the ring. Realizing his back will not allow him to lift too much weight, Dante decides to not attempt a Hellfire Driver. Instead, he reaches down and...

Tex: The Black Vise! He's got it locked in tight!

Supreme starts to feel the pain and begins trying to wriggle out of the submission attempt. Taking a page from Dante's book, he finds a way to drag himself towards the nearest rope. He stretches his arm out, but the plastic-coated cable is still a few inches away. Jason notices how close the two of them are to the ropes, so he pulls Anthony back towards the center of the ring. A few more seconds go by. The pain is too much, bordering on permanent damage, and Supreme taps...

Tex: Holy cow! Dante just submitted Lupelli!!! Talk about an accomplishment coming off his last few matches! That's gotta build some confidence!

Banter: I'm sure he'll be elated once he can stand up straight and walk without a limp...

Ring Announcer: Your winner, by submission.....Jaaaaaaason Dannnnnnnnte!!!!!!!!

After the announcement, Dante reaches down and helps Lupelli to his feet. The two shake hands in a show of respect. The audience applauds wildly at the gesture.

Tex: Somehow I have a feeling these two men may be seeing each other again somewhere down the road...

We cut backstate to the catering tables where DeadZone is getting himself a cup of coffee. He looks around the room as he enjoys the smell of the coffee.

DeadZone: "Ah yes a cup of Jove, just what the doctor ordered after the weirdness this week"

DeadZone stops with the cup raised, he didn't hear a sound but then again he didn't NOT hear a sound... as odd as that sounds. For some reason he turns around and looks right behind him, just to the right of he camera angle.

DeadZone: "How the hell"

Sol: ...DeadZone...

The man in the shining armour whispers, it almost sounds like a myriad of voices whispering his name all at once. Being a wrestling show DeadZone makes sure to put his coffee down out of the way so that it doesn't end up getting knocked in his face.

DeadZone: "Alright look now pal"

Sol: ...DeadZone......

DeadZone: "We've already done this a few times this week alright? Let's just go to the ring and get it over with instead of you stalking me, it's giving me the heebie-jeebies frankly.

Sol: ......The fly falls into the web......

DeadZone: "erm... yeah"

Sol: ...The spider waits to strike...

DeadZone: "and when the bough breaks the cradle will drop"

DeadZone jokes even though he doesn't look like he's in a jocular mood, but it's one way to cope with this creepy guy in the mirror suit.

Sol: ... The little hand meets the large...

DeadZone: "Scuse me?"

Sol: ... The hour is almost at hand, prepare for combat......

DeadZone looks at Sol with a quizzical look, in all his time he's never met anyone quite like this and thank god. Just as DeadZone is about to speak Sol turns around and heads for the door.

DeadZone: "Well have a nice day to you too"

When Sol reaches for the door hand the heavy emergency door flies open and catches Sol right in the face, if it hadn't been for the helmet he would probably have been knocked out, instead he's just knocked on his ass by the impact.

DeadZone: "Whoa careful there"

Sol makes a sound, a weird hissing, whistling sound like content under pressure about to crack. Then he slaps his wrist to produce a very strong flash of light that blinds everyone momentarily. When the light returns Sol is gone

DeadZone: "Gone? Come on now we were supposed to have a match. Why don't you watch where you're going man?"

Jack Frost: "Hey I was just attacked in the parking lot by Kermit's goons alright? I'm not in the mood for this"

Frost looks pretty bad after being roughed up in the parking lot and DeadZone is not helping it by getting in his way.

DeadZone: "Yeah well now my opponent left! I didn't want to win without a match like Kermit"

Jack Frost: "what? He won?"

DeadZone: "Yeah well of course, you didn't show up now did you?"

Jack Frost: "I was knocked out in the parking lot you idiot!"

Frost turns on his heels and then heads down the hallway shouting Kermit's name. DeadZone just stands there for a moment shaking his head. Then he picks up his cup of coffee and takes a sip from it before mumbling.

DeadZone: "Just because you lost by forfeit doesn't mean you had to cost me a match too"

*Fade*

The camera goes backstage in Infinity's dressing room, it shows a pair of black tennis shoes and then slowly pans up to the face of DeSean, the face causes boos from the crowds as DeSean stands expressionless.

DeSean: It's been a while since I had a promo, you know it's been almost been year since I've been here, it was one year ago that I "The Technician" debuted in well at the time 411/ECF. And it was in that first match that I lost to Ghetto Fire in controversial fashion the first of many as we would all soon find out. I had feuds with Ghetto Grass, Blitzkrieg I realize that damn does time fly by in the wrestling world. One minute you're fighting for the Aftershock title the next minute you're fighting for a chance at the world title, funny how the world turns. I guess you "fans" notice that there is someone missing and that person is Tiffany, the rumors are for once true me and her have broken up. No more Tiffany in TCW.

That sentence causes the crowd to boo

DeSean: Tiffany was always a distraction so I'm glad it happened, she won't be a distraction any longer. Especially for this up coming tag match, you see this is my first title defense and I don't know how it'll go, I've been through hell this week and I'm a little sluggish but there is one thing I've realized since being here for the highs and the lows. I DeSean Blackwell like a fucking Phoenix in the sky always rises above it all. You can beat me, you can make me bleed but I always manage to somehow come back. People thought I was through, my doubters were ready to pull their pants down and shit on my parade, shit on my career but I came back and I proved that I belong here in TCW and I belong with the best!

So MVC you may beat me and Shadow but it won't matter because like a boomerang we always come back because we're Infinity, we're forever. We're always changing, we're never staying the same but it won't happen next because I have to take a break, I mean damn I'm tired, we're in Europe and I haven't even enjoyed Europe yet. So after this show I'm taking a short vacation but don't worry I won't forget to train and I won't forget about my goals. Because somewhere, sometime soon I will be a World champion because I am "The Technician" DeSean Blackwell and I am Pro Wrestling!


Sammy Eubanks: The following contest is a BLEEDER TITLE MATCH, in which there are NO DISQUALIFICATIONS, NO COUNT-OUTS AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH MUST BE BLEEDING AT THE CONCLUSION!

Titanium Insomniac vs Freya©
TCW Bleeder Championship

The fans in the arena cheer for the ever-popular Bleeder stipulations, but one more twist remains.

Sammy: In addition, this match will feature a special guest referee!

The booing has already begun when "Ether" by Nas starts up and Highone, the top of his gi now replaced by a striped referee's shirt steps out onto the stage.

Sammy: He is a member of Infinity and the current TCW Transcontinental Champion....HIIIIIIGHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Highone is all smiles as he enters the ring, nodding to the ring announcer and giving a mock thumbs-up to the obviously partisan crowd.

Banter: It'll be nice to finally see some impartial refereeing in this match.

Tex: You really think that Highone is going to call a title match involving one of his own stable-mates right down the middle?

Banter: Come on now, as if Highone would do that Freya.

Cain: Freya who holds a pinfall victory over him from a few months ago?

Banter: Highone isn't the type to hold grudges...

Tex: Now you're just lying.

The music fades out as Highone prepares himself for his upcoming duties.

The drums of P. Diddy's 'Come With Me' kick in as the arena goes dark. A weathered sign along a graveled country road appears on the screen with the words 'Welcome to Bedlam' carved into it. As the guitars kick in, we move to quick shots between riffs. The shots alternate between footage of TI in the ring and black and white art film clips. The clips are disturbing, somewhat incoherent. They only make sense to the one who filmed them. It's like something you'd see in The Ring or Un Chien Andalou.

Sammy: And the challenger...from St. Louis Missouri...weighing in at 267 lbs...he is a member of Infinity....TIIIITAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIUUUUM INSOOOOOOOMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P Diddy starts into his rap and the stage opens. Strobe lights flash as Titanium Insomniac rises from beneath. The clips continue to roll: TI puts an opponent through a table, a woman screams in melodramatic terror, TI smashes someone's head with a chair, a centipede crawls over a man's lifeless face...and so on and on and on.

TI makes his way to the ring, a cocky swagger about him. He knows he is dangerous because he doesn't care. If he were to die tonight, it wouldn't matter. He climbs through the ropes and smirks at his opponent as red and blue police lights flash above the ring. P. Diddy has become more passionate as he spouts his lyrics. He removes his trenchcoat as the lights come up and readies himself for bedlam one more time.

Tex: The crowd sound like they're firmly against TI tonight, despite his impressive entrance.

Cain: With the odds stacked firmly in his favour, is it any wonder that Freya's many fans resent him? If the young Bleeder champion pulls this one off, it's going to be a huge upset.

"In Too Deep" begins playing and a few low-key light effects herald Freya's entry to the arena.

Sammy: And from Oxford, England...weighing in at 143 lbs...she is the BLEEDER CHAMPION....FREEEEEEEEYA GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She walks to the ring with a determined look, waving to the fans. Having now established herself, she can number the vast majority of the crowd amongst her supporters, but she still moves towards the ring with some trepidation as the silver-painted giant watches her with a stern look.

Tex: Well I have the stats in front of me for those of you taking notes at home; Freya is giving up a grand total of 124 lbs to TI, as well as over a foot in height.

Cain: Not to mention a referee on his side.

Tex: Still, anything can happen in a match for the Bleeder title, one of the most coveted prizes in our industry.

Freya climbs into the ring and removes the battered, bloodstained belt from around her waist. Highone grins as he takes it in his hand and holds it up to TI, pointing and smiling at it. Laughing, he places it against TI's waist.

Banter: What a guy - he's diffusing the tension between the two of them.

Cain: And making fun of Freya into the bargain. Nice to see Stern's choice of referee validated.

Banter: It sure is!

TI does not seem to share Highone's joviality and his eyes don't leave Freya who, despite her immense size disadvantage has no trouble returning his hard stare. Highone signals for the bell.

Immediately, Freya goes for an Irish whip, but she can't shift the much larger TI, who brings her in with a short-arm clothesline. The huge man keeps hold of her arm and hauls her up, throwing her up into the air as if for a high-angle spinebuster, but Freya catches him in a tornado DDT as she comes down, sending him reeling.

Tex: Freya showing off her agility there. TI is no slouch, but Freya has the speed to run rings around him if she needs to.

Cain: Indeed; if Freya has one advantage, it's her incredible dexterity and balance.

Freya bounces right up to her feet and hits a dropkick on TI, following up with a jumping elbow drop. She bounces off the ropes, but TI is up and gets a back body drop. The Sleepless One looks for a headlock, but Freya is too agile and rolls her way out, bounding back up to her feet and executing a quick snapmare. She goes for a reverse chinlock, but TI fights his way out and side slams her.

Banter: That's the way! Bring her down!

Tex: The important thing to remember about this match is that no one can make a pin until they're bleeding. It's this that makes these contests so brutal; anyone who wants that belt needs to put their own body on the line to do it.

Cain: True. There are no quick victories here.

They lock up and TI easily overpowers the much smaller Freya, muscling her into the corner. He gets a series of overhand chops and Highone does not attempt to bring them out of the corner until TI has given her three. Once Highone finally intervenes, TI acts as if he has made a perfectly clean break.

Tex: There are no disqualifications here, of course, but the ropebreak rules are still enforced - albeit with brute force rather than the threat of the match being thrown out.

Freya looks indignant about Highone's behaviour, but refuses to give the Infinity members the satisfaction of complaining about it. She comes out of the corner but receives an inverted atomic drop from her opponnt. TI then charges and chokes her down. Again, Highone makes no attempt to break it for a good seven seconds. Freya is almost purple once the choke is released, but TI is unrelenting, stomping her down.

Cain: It looks like we're already beginning to see Highone's influence in this match. What else is he going to let slide?

Banter: Come on, guys, it's obvious that Highone has the fans in mind. Like you say, Bleeder title matches are supposed to be brutal and Highone is just making sure that that's what happens.

Tex: So if Freya tries to break the rules, he'll let her do that too?

Banter: Um...yeah...I guess...

TI locks in a figure-four. Freya struggles and tries to reverse, but TI's legs are too powerful. She gradually crawls over to the ropes and finally reaches them. Highone slowly makes the 5-count, clearly allowing TI to retain the hold for a full ten seconds before gently tapping him on the shoulder and politely asking him to release it.

Freya slowly gets up, limping slightly. TI immediately focuses in on her damaged leg, chop blocking her and then slapping on a side leg lock. This time, however, Freya turns out of it and snaps on her own ankle pick. TI grabs at the ropes and Highone counts to five in almost one breath before literally dragging Freya off TI.

Tex: Hmmm?

Banter: Everyone hates that move anyway...

The Bleeder Champion squares up to Highone, angrily balling her fists, only to get a double-axe-handle on the back from TI while Highone neatly dodges out of the way. TI stomps her injured leg and picks her up by it, swinging her roughly across the ring.

Cain: TI, for all his advantages here is still adopting a sound strategy. By focusing on Freya's legs, he grounds her and keeps her down on the mat where TI's strength and experience put him in control.

Tex: It's a strategy that would have paid off even if he were the one with the odds stacked against him - Highone's presence mars any credit we might have given him, sadly.

Banter: Who cares about credit? Getting the 1, 2, 3 is all that matters and you know it.

Freya tries to get to her feet, but her leg won't support her weight and she grabs at the ropes to heave herself up. TI doesn't wait for her to recover, immediately lifting her up and slamming her down hard with a knee-buster. As she collapses in a heap, he locks on an STF.

Cain: TI is not yet bleeding, so even if Freya does tap, it won't be counted.

Tex: I don't think she's ready to give up yet anyway...

Freya lunges for the ropes and manages to reach them. Once again, she has to wait ten seconds before Highone does anything about it.

Tex: This is turning into a damn joke...

Banter: Yeah, I know I'm laughing.

TI stomps her leg some more for good measure before sliding out of the ring and grabbing a chair from the outside.

Cain: That weapon is perfectly legal in this match!

The big man climbs back in and waits for Freya to turn around, at which point he smashes her hard across the skull, sending her right down in a heap.

Banter: Hahaha!

Tex: Of course, adopting that kind of strategy is not always wise in a Bleeder match - if he busts open his opponent, he's at a disadvantage.

TI now targets her leg, smashing it several times with the chair. He grins and lifts his weapon, soaking up the crowd's hatred as he demolishes the popular young girl. Still smiling, TI turns back around, his chair held up, but Freya is on her feet and dropkicks it right into his face! TI staggers back, stunned, and drops the chair.

Cain: Two chairshots, but neither competitor is bleeding yet!

Freya picks up the weapon and swings it at TI, but he takes a powder and stalks around outside the ring for a few seconds.

Banter: See how smart the Insomniac is?

Tex: There's no disputing that, but if he wants to win this he's going to have to put himself in the firing line and earn that title the only way he can - with blood.

Angrily, Freya shoulders past Highone to the opposite side of the ring where TI is berating her and trying to tempt her to come out. She shouts abuse back and then throws the chair right at him. He catches it out of the air, confused, only to then see that Freya has scrambled up to the near turnbuckle and is flying at him with a huge missile dropkick!

Tex: Oh! Did you see that?!

Cain: Her speed is amazing!

The chair impacts hard against TI's skull, knocking him to the floor instantly in a puddle of blood from his now busted open forehead.

Tex: And now business is really about to pick up! TI is busted open, which means he can legally pin his opponent!

Freya looks hurt and is clutching her injured leg, while TI is groggily getting to his feet. Dabbing at the blood on his head he scowls and moves over to where the timekeeper is sitting. He angrily snatches up the bloodstained Bleeder belt, looking hard at it for a few seconds.

Banter: Yeah, okay, you've seen it, TI...what's he doing?

TI takes in the details of the silver, dented belt, looking at the leering, demonic visage on its faceplate.

Cain: I doubt the irony of challenging for this title is lost on the Insomniac - Bleeder is one of his oldest and deadliest foes. I wonder what that legendary competitor would have to say if his most hated rival had the honour of wearing his namesake belt?

Tex: A question we may never know the answer to, and also a moot one if TI doesn't get a move on and stop looking at the thing.

Freya is up, and TI finally comes back to reality and charges her, smashing the belt into her head. Freya is still not bleeding though so TI shrugs and rolls her into the ring, where he covers. Highone skids done and slaps his hand to the mat...

One...
Two...

But Freya kicks out.

Tex: What the hell? That was a damn fast count!

Banter: No way. It was one, two. You're seeing things.

TI lifts Freya up and pulls her into a full-nelson, looking for The Teardrop, but Freya armdrags her way out of it, stumbling as she lands. TI comes back with a clothesline, but Freya ducks and jumps up onto his back, grabbing a sleeper hold. TI struggles for a few moments before reaching up and dragging her up off his back and over down onto the mat. He drops a headbutt on her for good measure.

Cain: Freya is fighting back, but TI is still in control of this one. Unless she starts bleeding soon, there's no way she can win this.

Gritting his teeth, TI hauls Freya up and flips her up into a powerbomb position.

Banter: Here we go!

Tex: The Cure! Crucifix powrbomb!

He drives her down hard and holds the pin...

One...
Two...

Highone pauses in his fast count as he notices that Freya's legs are touching the ropes.

Banter: Hey, what's the problem? TI has this thing won already!

Tex: Freya's in the ropes, Banter.

Banter: So?

Highone seems to be contemplating whether to count the pin anyway, but he finally relents and forces TI to break up the illegal cover. TI drags Freya into the middle of the ring and covers again...

One...
Two...

Kick out!

Cain: Freya is holding onto this match, but how much more can she survive?

TI and Highone seem to be discussing strategy as Freya is laid out in the ring. Highone gestures to the side of the ring and TI walks in that direction, sliding out and reaching underneath the apron to find his cane. He smiles through the blood smearing his silver facepaint and climbs back into the ring.

Tex: This won't be the first time we've seen the Insomniac employ his trademark cane as a weapon, if that is indeed what he has in mind.

Highone actually lifts Freya up as TI approaches, making sure he can get a good shot.

Cain: This is sick...

Tex: I can't believe this. He's helping TI assault Freya.

TI takes a swing with his cane, smashing Freya in the abdomen as Highone holds her in place.

Tex: This is a damn mugging!

The crowd is booing and trash is actually thrown into the ring.

However, Freya seems to be recovering and the crowd start to chant her name. As TI goes to swing his cane once more, her eyes pop open and TI seems to be staggered by something he sees. He shakes his head and goes to swing again, but Freya breaks free and his cane meets Highone's skull, immediately splitting his head open and knocking him off his feet.

Banter: Oh no!

Cain: Everyone except Freya is bleeding!

Freya stumbles around, but TI swings the cane wildly and accidentally makes contact with her skull...

Tex: Spoke too soon!

Freya is bleeding too, now prone on the mat and TI quickly covers, but Highone is still down. After a few moments he comes to his senses and slaps his hand down to count the pin...

One...

And Freya gets her shoulder up!

Tex: The intestinal fortitude of this young woman is nothing short of amazing! Whatever the result, she's proved herself here tonight.

It's anyone's match now and TI goes to whip Freya off the ropes, but her leg fails under her. She grabs at the ropes to support herself and TI comes after her angrily.

Banter: Watch out, TI!

Somehow, Freya pulls herself up and bounds off the ropes with an Asai moonsault and it's the Full Moon DDT from nowhere! Freya smashes TI's head into the mat and he's laid out cold. She covers...

One...








Two....






Kickout!

Tex: Did you see that?! My God, this is ridiculous, that was a damn slow count!

Freya finally snaps and pushes Highone as she stands up. The crowd cheers in response. She takes a swing at him, but Highone steps back and her momentum carries her 'round so he's behind her. Without pausing he shoves her at the now-standing TI who pulls her into a small package...

One...
Two...
Three!!!

Thirty thousand Paris fans boo as "Come With Me" starts playing and TI stands triumphantly. Highone reaches for the Bleeder title and awards it to his stable-mate, raising his hand and grinning inanely.

Banter: Hooray!

Tex: I wish I could say ‘I can't believe it', but this is no surprise. Freya just got screwed out of her belt.

Banter: C'mon, Tex - the best man won.

Cain: That's the worst part of it. TI has the talent and experience to win this one fair and square. The man he's become since he joined Infinity disgusts me.

Sammy Eubanks: Here is your winner...and the NEW BLEEDER CHAMPION....TIIIITAAANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUM INSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freya is moving to leave the ring dejectedly, but Highone stops her and drags her back towards TI, who now has the Bleeder belt over one shoulder. The new champion extends his hand and Highone gestures for Freya to accept. The crowd boos again.

Tex: Oh just leave her be...

Freya grimaces but composes herself as she wipes blood from her eyes. She takes TI's hand, only to be clotheslined to the floor by the much larger man.

Cain: Oh no...

The two Infnity members double-team Freya, stomping and kicking her while she's already down. More trash begins to fill the ring and the crowd's disapproval is louder than ever.

Tex: This is sick, this is...

<i> "A LIGHT...IN THE BLACK...OR JUST A FEAR...OF THE DARK?</i>

Banter: What?!

Highone and TI both stare at the entrance ramp as a huge pyro erupts along with every fan in the building.

Tex: Darkness wasn't even supposed to be here tonight! I think the New Hellfire Club member has seen enough though!

As "Fear of the Dark" skips ahead to the pounding verse, Darkness appears amongst the flames, his finger levelled at TI who now stands near the ropes, beckoning him down. Highone has mounted the turnbuckle and is yelling a challenge down to the former World Champion. Both men wave their Infinity rings at Darkness as if daring him to come closer. The Man Who Walks Alone does indeed seem to be wary of the small objects for some reason.

Banter: Watch out, TI!

Freya takes advantage of the distraction, nailing TI with a fist right between the legs and doubling him over.

Cain: That's the second time Darkness has distracted TI with that result! Some poetic justice for Freya, I think.

The now-former champion rolls out of the ring before Highone can grab her and stumbles towards Darkness, who supports her with his arm. Slowly the music fades out as TI stumbles to his feet and gestures for a microphone.

TI: You!

He points at Darkness, no longer bothering to hide his anger.

TI: You have involved yourself in my business once too often now! ENOUGH!

Freya stands on her own two feet as Darkness releases her and gestures for a microphone of his own.

Darkness: I won't stand by while you...

TI: NO! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME, NOW! Twice now you have made a fool of me, twice now you have interfered in things that are not your concern!

Darkness: I was not responsible for your loss to Strikmore, I didn't...

TI: I care nothing for your excuses! This ends here! This ends now! If you are capable of backing your actions up in the ring, then I will meet you within its boundaries. ARE YOU?!

Darkness: I do not fear you. If it's a match you want, then I will give you one.

TI: In Greece, at the Pay-per-view...that is where the line is drawn! You and me, no interference from the New Hellfire Club or Infinity, no tricks; one on one!

The crowd goes wild at the promise of the dream match TI is suggesting. For a second though, Darkness seems to pause.

Tex: My God, what a match that would be, but who knows where Darkness is at right now mentally? He's not long recovered from a coma and he lost to Strikmore in the finals of the Majestic Cup - is he ready for a challenge like this?

Darkness looks out at the crowd and then around to Freya. The young girl is giving him a strange look and, as he meets her eyes, something seems to surprise him. He frowns, but then recovers himself and raises the microphone to his lips.

Darkness: Very well.

The fans erupt as the match is confirmed and TI smiles through the blood on his face. Highone doesn't seem so happy about the decision though.

Darkness: Just one thing though. The word backstage is that you have a new member of Infinity left to reveal. I wouldn't like you to think that you can dodge your own stipulation by revealing him during our match so, to make sure the odds remain even, I'm going to have a certain someone in my corner.

TI: Who?

The crowd falls silent as Darkness looks this way and that.

Cain: Surely he must mean Dante or Acolyte?

Banter: He said no NHFC!

Darkness smiles wryly as TI and Highone both wait for him to specify his ally for the match.

Darkness: Who else? Freya.

The camera focuses on the young woman who looks as surprised as the fans. "Fear of the Dark" plays as Darkness throws the microphone down and walks back up the ramp.

Tex: Folks, Freya may have lost tonight, but her issues with the new Bleeder Champion seem far from over as Darkness has hand-picked her to be in his corner at what might be the most anticipated match of all time!

The camera fades as the image moves from the shocked and deflated Freya to TI, who holds the Bleeder Championship high in the air, but with his celebration now muted somewhat.

Tex: Everyone has been asking when the Majestic Tournament winner Matt Strikmore will cash in his contract. Well I caught up with him earlier tonight and this is what he had to say.

Matt: Hey. I'm Matt Strikmore, and I guess this is the first chance I've had to speak to everyone out there. See, I won the Majestic Tourney, and suddenly I'm being hammered with questions. Well, one question really. What am I going to do with my open contract? I guess everyone sort of figured I'd go ahead and challenge Dante for the World Title, but the head office got a little confused when I didn't rush to sign the match. From what I understood, they were all set to print the posters for the next Pay Per View. Now I don't mean to cause anyone trouble, but something like this requires some thought.

Matt: Now, I'm no Reed Richards, but it seemed to me that a guarenteed match like this is sort of a glass case situation. An Ultimate Nullifier if you will. And well, I'm on the streak of a lifetime. By the skin of my teeth, I came out last man standing in a company wide tournament. And tonight, I go one on one on one with Drakus and Hammer. The way I figure it, if my luck can hold out and I win this match, that puts me in serious contention for the Title. So I guess I don't see the point in using this baby just yet. So for the time being, this is going in my back pocket. Right now, I'm the only guy here working with a safety net. And quite frankly, it feels pretty good.

Matt: I want to make one thing clear. It may seem like I'm keeping this as a rainy day fund, and maybe that's part of it, but it's not the main reason. I've hobbled over walls that weren't supposed to be hurdles. I've done more in my short career here than I was probably meant to. I kind of feel like one of those kids from Final Destination. I've had it hard the whole way, and I don't see the point it making this last stretch easy. If I get to that brass ring, I want to get there reaching. I don't want it brought to me on a nice soft pillow.

Matt: So for those who haven't paid attention these last few weeks, the name is Matt Strikmore. A mouth like Deadpool, and more lives than Jean Grey. Stumbling to a title shot in a town near you.

The Miracle Violence Combination vs Infinity (Shadow & "The Technician" DeSean Blackwell)©
TCW Unified Tag Team Championship

Eubanks: "The following tag-team match is for the Unified World Tag-Team titles set for one fall with a 1 hour time limit"

Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh!

Whua-whua-whua

Eubanks: "Introducing first the challengers!! Weighing in at a combined weight of 565 pounds they are one of the most decorated teams in the history of wrestling vying for one of the few titles they have yet to hold"

James Hawk steps through the curtains, hat on his head, focused look in his eyes as he greets the French crowd.

Whoooo-eo-oe-oooooooh!

Whua-whua-whua

Frank Hayes Jr. steps through the curtains, raises his right hand in the air, one finger outstretched but tonight he doesn't smFrankiee, in fact he looks like he could chew lead and spit bullets right now.

Ring Announcer: " "Sooner Bruiser" Frank Hayes Jr. . . James Hawk - THE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAACLE VIOLENCE COOOOOOOOOOMBINATION!!"

DENG-DENG-DENGDENG!!

WO-HA-WOHA!!

Hawk gets distracted when he sees two guys in the crowd who're yelling obscenities at him, Frankie hasn't noticed anything and just continues on towards the ring as James walks over to the two people in the front row.

Cain: "That's not fans!"

Banter: "Maybe they are fans, just not of Hawk and Hayes"

Tex: "You're an idiot that's David Hardy and HighOne"

Banter: "Oh you're kidding, they're fans why would the RoXorZ be in the front row? Make some sense will ya??"

As Frankie makes his around the outside of the ring, slapping hands as he goes, a dark figure crawls out from under the ring. The man in black is out of sight of Frankie who's oblivious to both the masked man and the steel chair in his hand.

Banter: "Is that Shadow?"

Tex: "What do you think? Of course that's Shadow!!"

Frank Hayes hasn't seen Shadow and is thus taken totally off guard by the chairshot to the back of the head

*THWACK!*

DeSean quickly comes running to the ring through the crowd to join in the attack. Shadow has enough time to strike Frankie in the head with the chair two times more before DeSean can make it all the way to the ring.

Cain: "He hid under the ring all night just to attack Frankie Hayes?"

Banter: "Yep he's THAT dedicated and if it gives them an advantage when the gold is on the line he'd probably wait a lot longer.

DeSean quickly scoops up the dazed Frankie and puts him over his shoulder facing forward as he grins. With a good grip on his opponent / victim the Technician runs forward and rams Frankie's face into the ringpost with a sickening thud.

*CRACK!!*

After backing up a couple of steps DeSean rams Frankie's face first into the ring post again busting him wide open on impact. The crowd watches on in horror as DeSean twists his body and swings the side of Hayes head into the ringpost for a third time.

*CLANG!!*

Cain: "Oh my god!! Frankie Hayes is dead!!"

Banter: "Oh what a shame, he accidentally fell and hurt himself"

Tex: "Oh that's low even for YOU"

Shadow raises the chair as DeSean yells for him to strike fast. Shadow swings the chair and DRFRANKIELS Frankie Hayes in the back of head with it.

*WHACK!!*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Hawk finally turns his attention towards the ring and sees the tag-team champion standing over his partner's body. DeSean can't help but smile as he looks down at Frankie who's out cold. When the EMT crew appears on the ramp it's decided to quickly cut to a commercial break while the mayhem in the ring is cleared up.

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We return to the ring with Infinity in their corner as Shadow jaws with fans at ringside over what just went down. James Hawk is standing in the middle of the ring with clenched fists looking like he's ready to fight a whole army.

Cain: "Welcome back fans. During the commercial break the EMTs took Frankie Hayes to the back to treat him for his injuries and it looks like Hawk will have to wrestle on his own"

Tex: "Frankie is a tough guy, he can usually take quite a beating but Infinity caught him totally off guard without a chance to protect himself - and he paid the price."

Cain: "And now Hawk insists on fighting the world tag-team champions on his own"

Banter: "He's insane, two on one for the tag-team titles?"

*DING*DING*DING*

To say that James looks pissed off is an understatement, he's absolutely disgusted with the whole 2 on 1 situation as DeSean starts to circle his opponent. James just stands there, hands planted on his hips, staring at DeSean without moving a muscle as he waits for the right time to attack to move

HAWK!! HAWK!! HAWK!! HAWK!!

Cain: "He's got the entire arena behind him"

Banter: "Yeah and the world tag-team champions in front of him. M.V.C. have talked about team work, well how much team work do they have now huh?"

At first Hawke just stands there like a statue he stares at DeSean then in he raises the "one finger salute" to the Technician drawing a huge pop. That's the opening DeSean was looking for, he races in the moment James takes his attention away from him, but it seems that it was just a ploy as Hawk's left hand swiftly and with force clips DeSean on the jaw.

*POW!*

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!

The blow takes DeSean totally by surprise and drops him straight on him back as James scores the first blow of the match. Being quick to follow up on the surprise blow James drops to his knees and lands a barrage of gut shots to DeSean whFrankiee he's still on the ground.

Cain: "Hawk has his work cut out for him tonight if he's going to survive against 2 opponents, he really needs to keep DeSean away from Shadow and essentially turn it into a 1 on 1 match"

Banter: "That's what a smart person would do"

Tex: "You saying James isn't smart?"

Banter: "He's out there fighting two on one, so no I wouldn't say he's very smart."

When DeSean sits up Hawk quickly takes him down once more with a low clothesline that James rolls through and onto his knees. With one hand holding on to DeSean's head Hawk quickly sends a barrage of blows to the head and neck of the Technician.

Tex: "He's going to make DeSean regret jumping them before the match"

Banter: "Oh it's not like it's cheating"

Tex: "Oh don't even try that! They jumped Frankie before the match!"

Banter: "If it had been illegal they would have been disqualified" *smirk*

Hawk keeps his opponent grounded with a couple of more blows to the head before he gets back up to his feet. James gets in position and then aims the point of his elbow straight at DeSean's face and drops forward.

Cain: "NOTHING BUT CANVAS!!"

Shadow stretches his arm out as far as it can go as DeSean slowly starts to crawl over towards him corner hoping to tag out. At first Hawk is focused on his hurt elbow but when he sees that DeSean is close to tagging out he tries his best to ignore the pain and grabs DeSean by the boot.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

Hawk manages to stop DeSean from tagging out and drags him towards the center of the ring by the feet. DeSean flips over on his back and then kicks upwards hard, striking James on the jaw with the foot. Blackwell gets back to his feet and scowls at Hawk as he looks like he's FED UP with the whole thing and lets loose with a poke to the eye

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

DeSean quickly fires off a couple of elbow shots that sends Hawk into the ropes. When Hawk staggers back out from the ropes DeSean quickly takes him down with a Thesz press and then a series of punches to the side of the head of Hawk

KICK HIS ASS HAWK!! KICK HIS ASS - *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*
KICK HIS ASS HAWK!! KICK HIS ASS - *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*

After landing 7-8 punches in succession DeSean gets up and then looks over at Shadow who's calling for a tag. The crowd may not want a tag but it seems that DeSean is more willing than the crowd as he walks over towards Shadow. But before he can get a tag in Hawk demonstrates just how tough he is by getting to his feet and then kicking DeSean in the lower back.

Banter: "OH RIGHT IN THE OVARIES!!"

Cain: "Yeah if he was a girl"

DeSean clutches him back in sheer agony as Hawk shakes his fists in the air trying to get the momentum back.

Tex: "Hawk is taking it to him, showing him he's Texas Tough"

Banter: "Yeah that'll last 2 minutes then"

DeSean hopes to catch James mid attack with a kick to the mid section but Hawk shows his years of experience manages to trap him foot in mid air. DeSean jumps a few times on one leg as he balances and tries to hit James but not being able to connect. Then he jumps up in the air and tries to kick Hawk with him other leg, but once again Hawk anticipates the move, ducks under it and then absolutely clobbers DeSean with a lariat over the back of the head

Tex: "LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIAT!!"

The move drives DeSean face first into the mat without him being able to put up him hands for protection. Hawk leans back against the ropes as he tries to catch his breath, he's usually looking for a tag right about now but that's not happening tonight. DeSean gets back to him feet and groggily looks for Shadow and the tag. Hawk races across the ring hoping to intercept DeSean before he tags in Shadow.

KICK HIS ASS HAWK!! KICK HIS ASS - *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*

Just about a foot and a half away

KICK HIS ASS HAWK!! KICK HIS ASS - *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*

Less than a foot now

KICK HIS ASS HAWK!! KICK HIS ASS - *CLAP*CLAP*CLAP*

Mere inches from Shadow's outstretched hand

Tex: "SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!"

Tex Tantrum yells out as Hawk drives his shoulder into DeSean's mid section lifting the Technician into the air before he drives him to the canvas out of Shadow's reach.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

James gets to his feet with an exhausted worn out look on his face but pleased that he's actually managed to stay in control of the match. Hawk stands back and allows DeSean to slowly pull himself back to his feet, he's actually asking for him to get back up as he positions himself behind him.

Tex: "Oh I know what's coming now!"

Banter: "Yeah, yeah remember the Alamo and all that stuff.

Hawk spins DeSean around the second he's back on him feet and just totally LEVELS him with a stiff clothesline that drives DeSean into the ground with James on top in the perfect position for a pinfall

Cain: "Can he win even though it's two on on??


ONE!!


Banter: "Yeah I don't think so"


TWO!!


YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!


THR-FOOTONTHEROPE!!

Cain: "That bastard Shadow pulled his foot up on the rope"

Shadow even makes a big production deal out of calling the referee's attention to it so that it breaks the count before Hawk can win the match. Once Shadow is back in his corner he's confronted by an enraged Hawk who curses and yells at Shadow for the cheap ploy.

Shadow: "Oh go ride a bull".

Hawk: "Bite me daddy's little failure!"

That comment seems to have pissed Shadow off as he steps one leg over the rope ready to enter the ring when The referee step between the two to break up the fight. After a staredown between the two Hawk turns his attention back to his opponent, something he should have done earlier though as DeSean is back on him feet and leaps forward towards Shadow with him hand outstretched.

Hawk catches him with a shoulder to the midsection as he's mid air but he's just a inch too close to Shadow' corner and the two manage to touch each other.

Banter: "Hawk's in DEEP SHIT"

Cain: "Shadow is totally fresh while Hawk has already had quite a hard fought match with DeSean"

Tex: "There is no doubt he made a mistake of letting DeSean tagging out and now he's paying for it."

To show that he's not about to make another mistake James backs away from Shadow and DeSean's corner so that they cannot execute a double team move on him in the 5 seconds they have to trade places. Instead he just stands back and watches as Shadow steps over the top rope into the ring and rubs his hands in anticipation.

Banter: "You think he wishes he hadn't pissed Shadow off now?"

Tex: "No - Hawk doesn't strike me as a man who regrets anything he does"

Shadow approaches his opponent and goes for a collar and elbow tie up, but Hawk ducks under his opponent's arms and strikes Shadow in the mid section with a knee instead. Shadow quickly shakes the blow off and turns around to face Hawk once more. Once he turns around he's greeted with an elbow shot to the chest that sends the dark man backwards into the corner. Hawk takes a moment to celebrate the move only to be attacked by Shadow as he comes blasting out of the corner going for a clothesline.

Banter: "Man I thought Shadow was going to take his head off, but James spun that into a beautiful drop toe hold"

Tex: "I knew you were a Hawk fan deep down Shark"

Banter: "AM NOT!"

With Shadow down on his stomach James is quick to strike with a couple of elbows aimed at Shadow's left ear hoping to shake his opponent up. After staggering Shadow a bit with the elbow shots Hawk gets back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and...

MISSES!!

Hawk hits nothing but canvas as Shadow rolls out of the way. Shadow leaps to his feet and then punishes Hawk with a Double underhook DDT the moment he's back on his feet. The CEO of S-Mart follows up with a series of punishing kicks to the sternum.

Banter: "It's all over but the victory celebration for Infinity"

Tex: "I wouldn't be bragging just yet"

Banter: "It's in the bag"

Shadow whips Hawk into the corner and then flies at him hoping to crush his opponent under his weight, but Hawk manages to stagger out of the way in the last moment so that Shadow hits the turnbuckles instead.

Tex: "Yeah I can see it's in the back"

Hawk moves quickly hoping to regain control of the match. Hawk swiftly bounces off the ropes and leaps at Shadow vertically to take him down with a Thez Press type of move, but Shadow manages to wrap his arms around James' waist and then stagger backwards for a few steps until he's in his own corner.

Banter: "Oh trouble"

And he's quite right as DeSean leaps up and grabs Hawk by the hair and then both members of the world tag-team champion drop Hawk throat first on the top rope. DeSean quickly tags himself in after the double team move and pulls Hawk back to his feet into a front face lock.

Banter: "The old man can't take much of this"

Tex: "He's from Texas, of course he can take it.

DeSean quickly whips him whole body backwards driving the top of Hawk's skull into the canvas with a vicious snap. After leaping back to his feet DeSean climbs up on the second rope and leaps off for a leg drop straight across James's chest.

Cain: "Now we're seeing the 2 on 1 advantage at work"

Banter. "Yeah well it was only a matter of time since Frankie abandoned his partner"

Tex: "ABANDONED?"

Banter. "I'm glad to hear you agree with me Tantrum"

DeSean quickly reaches over and tags in Shadow, giving them yet another chance to double team James Hawk. Shadow places Hawk's head between his legs and pulls him up into a piledriver position while DeSean climbs up on the second rope, just as The referee starts the 5 count.

By the count of 3 DeSean leaps off the 2nd rope, grabs James's feet and spikes the piledriver as Shadow sits backwards. A split second later DeSean rolls out under the bottom rope before the 5 count is up.

Banter: "They've been working on that haven't they? It's not been all I'm impressed with how well they're gelling right now."

Cain: "Hawk just isn't able to fight off the relentless onslaught of both Shadow and DeSean, he's tried, he's had his moments but this is a 2 on 1 situation"

Banter: "Yes thank you Isaiah because NO ONE at home had realized that until now"

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Banter: "What happened?? What happened? Why are they cheering?"

Tex: "Look down the aisle"

The cameras quickly turn towards the entrance where Frankie Hayes is making his way towards the ring, his head is bandaged up, he's wearing a plastic neck collar, his wrestling gear is covered in blood and one of the EMTs is trying to stop him from going but Frankie just shoves him out of the way and makes his way to the ring as he tears the collar off in anger.

FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!!

Banter: "I don't believe it!!"

Tex: "I do! This guy is triple tough, once he sets his sights on you there is no stopping him"

Frankie resolutely walks up the steps and stands in his corner, arm outstretched to give Hawk the chance to tag in. Shadow had not seen Frankie come to the ring and is shocked when he turns around and sees the bandaged MVC'er on the apron, so shocked that he totally forgets that he's in the midst of a match with James Hawk and lets him tag in Frankie without doing anything about it.

FUCK HIM UP!! FUCK HIM UP!! FUCK HIM UP!!

The crowd comes completely unhinged as Frankie steps into the ring with Shadow. Shadow backs off wanting nothing to do with Frankie on a fair, 1-on-1 basis, while Frankie stalks his opponent with a look in his eyes that clearly shows that he's going on guts and determination more than anything.

Tex: "Oh Shadow done messed up! He thought he had taken him out before the match"

Cain: "This isn't going to be pretty" King boldly predicts.

Shadow shakes his head and puts up his hands as he backs away from Frankie Hayes, but Frankie doesn't care and quickly leaps onto Shadow, wraps his left arm around Shadow's neck and then lets his right hand hail down over Shadow's face in an unmerciful storm of fists. It doesn't take long to drive Shadow back into the corner where Frankie is able to shift his weight and stand on the ropes instead of having Shadow basically carry his weight and then attacks with BOTH fists.

Banter: "Oh come on now!! This is supposed to be a normal match"

Tex: "He has it coming, that and so much more Shark!"

The referee half-heartedly begins a five count as Frankie Hayes keeps blasting away at the side of Shadow's face.

One

Two!!

But before he gets to three Hawk runs over near where Shadow and Frankie are to distract the referee and break the count - after all it's to his advantage if Frankie beats Shadow into a bloody pulp.

FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!!

Hayes bends over and actually BITES Shadow on the left ear

Banter: "OH COME ON!!"

Cain: "Funny you didn't complain earlier when Shadow and DeSean attacked Hayes"

Banter: "Funny *wah-wah-wah* earlier. God you're such a dork"

Shadow manages to wedge a hand in between himself and Frankie Hayes and then pushes back with all his might sending King flying across the ring ass over elbow. The second Shadow starts to move in the direction of his partner the enraged Frankie springs back to his feet, leaps at Shadow only to hit the bottom of Shadow's boot

*WHAM!!*

The boot to the face tears the bandages off Frankie's head and causes his wound to pop open once more. The sight of Frankie's blood seems to spur Shadow on as he lays into his opponent with a series of kicks and punches.

FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!!

Shadow hooks Frankie in a front headlock and then tags in DeSean, the Technician eagerly steps into the ring as the two men begin to pound away at their defenceless opponent. Hawk has had enough, he can't stands no more and rushes into the ring to save his partner from the two on one beat down.

Tex: "The referee has lost all control of the match!"

Banter: "Good just let them tear each other apart!"

Hawk knocks Shadow into the corner with an elbow but is soon trapped by the evil CEO. DeSean rushes in for a clothesline but Hawk manages to duck out of the way so that DeSean crashes into Shadow instead. Hawk hits the ropes for momentum and then

*THUD!!*

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!

DeSean spins a full 360 in the air on impact and then comes crashing down hard. Hawk pulls Frankie over on top of DeSean and then retreats to let the referee count the pinfall.

ONE!!



TWO!!!


THREEE!!!

Banter: "UN-F**KING-BELIVABLE!!"

Tex: "They did it!! The Miracle Violence Combination did it!!"

Hawk rushes over to his bloodied and battered partner and helps him to his feet, Frankie is so out of it that James has to support him as the referee hands them the Unified 411 & ECF World Tag-Team Titles.

Sammy Eubanks: "The Winners of the match... and NEW UNIFIED WORLD TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS James Hawk, Frank Hayes Jr. the MIRACLE VIOLENCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COMBINATION!!!"

M.V.C.!! M.V.C.!! M.V.C.!! M.V.C.!!

Frankie clutches his gold belts as he falls to his knees while James keeps an eye on both Shadow and DeSean who've retreated to the floor.

James: "We did it!! We're #1! RoXorZ you thought you could screw us over?? WELL WE'RE STILL STANDING!! COME ON PRETTY BOYS!! ANY TIME, ANY WHERE!!"

Banter: "Someone needs to just let it go"

Tex: "Let it go? The RoXorZ distracted Hawk long enough for Shadow & DeSean to do a number on Frankie, I don't think he's going to let it go"

Cain: "Highly unlikely! You know Infinity will come gunning for the tag-team titles - be it the RoXorZ or Shadow and DeSean or any other combination they can think off"

Banter: "They'll learn that you don't make enemies of Infinity and walk away unscathed"

Tex: "You call Frankie's condition unscathed?"

Banter: "Ah he's a big boy, he'll get over it"

TCW Commissioner Valerie Stern usually watches from her office but right now her attention is diverted away from the TV and towards a person sitting across the table from her, a person who's juuuuuuuuust out of camera range, in fact if it wasn't for the fact that his knees were in shot you'd think Mrs. Stern was talking to herself.

"My main expertise is in business, I'm new to wrestling but I've quickly found out that it's not that different than most TV shows I've worked on"

"Well I'd say one or two obvious exceptions" the man says and laughs.

"Alright so I've only ever had someone fight in my office ONCE before I took over here in TCW. But the production part of it, the business part of it is very much the same, that's my home turf."

"But the wrestling aspects of it?" he asks.

"I'm a woman who knows her limitations and who knows when it's time to bring in an expert"

"And that's why you called me?" There is a tinge of doubt in the man's voice.

"Yes it is, I've made inquiries about you - you know your way around the ring, you know the business and I think you would command a bit of respect from the locker rooms" Stern says almost as if she's trying to convince herself as well as her guest.

"I'm not too sure about respect, not right off the bat."

"It'll come if you do your job well" Valerie Stern assures her guest

"And what exactly would that be?"

"Keep the peace as best as possible" she says while trying to sound nonchalant about that.

That comment only draws laughter from her guest

"I know, I know that's not easy to do in a place like TCW" she admits.

"Almost impossible"

"Well not if I give you the power to enforce the rules"

"The irony of that statement is so... ironic" The enigmatic guest says with a chuckle.

"I know your past, I know your track record. But I also know your current situation, I think you need us almost as much as I need you"

"Whoa down Mrs. Stern I'm not interested in you like that" he quips

Valerie Stern just looks at her guest with a deadpan expression

"Alright not funny, I admit it. If I do this, and I'm not saying I will then who do I answer to?" He asks.

"Only to me. If there are problems with the owners they'll go through me and I'll come to you if I think they're valid problems but you're only responsible to me, no middle management, no one else to get in your way."

"And I'll be you want to be cleared on everything right?"

"Not... everything" the Commissioner says after hesitating for a moment. "Anything that will impact the business financially yes come to me, firings and hirings need to be cleared with me first."

"That's it?"

"Basically yes" Stern says with a smile that's supposed to be warm but comes off a little business like.

"Listen it's a tempting offer it is but I need time to think it over, it's a big job after all"

"Yes it is and a difficult job too, you'll get a lot of guys coming to you with complaints or sucking up to you to try and get an advantage so let me make one last thing clear. You must remain neutral in all of this, you wouldn't be here to take sides or to politic for people." Stern explains.

"So you want me to be your Switzerland?"

"Yes" she says and now genuinely smiles, he's getting the concept and she's pleased with that at least.

"Alright I need to sleep on it, toss it around for a bit and then give you my decision." He says and then stands up.

"Take your time, but if I don't have an answer by Havoc I will need to look elsewhere you understand?" She says as she stretches her hand out to shake her guest's hand.

"Oh definitely, the sooner the better. I'll stay in touch."

And with that the guy leaves and we fade to a commercial break.

All round arrogant ass and useless backstage reporter Stephen LePage is standing by backstage of all places. The arrogant smirk on his face makes half the viewers contemplate turning the channel but this could be the ONE time he actually said something interesting

"Greetings fans, Stephen LePage here..." pause for dramatic effect "and I'm about to have a word with an exciting newcomer to TCW, in fact I understand the ink has hardly dried on his cont..."

LePage stops, not for dramatic effect but because he sees something, something that scares him. The arrogant reporter backs off until he's pressed against the wall, eyes bugging out in fear as we hear someone come running towards him.

"Mommy" Stephen whipers as

*BAM!!*

The camera guy is knocked down by some unseen move, all that we can see are a pair of red boots come into shot before the camera hits the ground and lays on the side. Then a gray face appears only inches from the lens looking straight at it like he was looking at all the people out in TV land.

"Now THAT'S evil MUA-Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha" He says and flashes a very evil grin before running off again.

After a moment or two of Stephen LePage whimpering in the corner we finally cut back to the arena for the main event.

Sammy Eubanks: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match up is a triple threat match...

The fans rise in unison and cheer the announcement.

Sammy Eubanks: Introducing first...

Drakus vs Matt Strikmore vs The Hammer

The arena lights cut out. As the opening notes of "Kerosene" play, a few red lights illuminate the arena. On the tron, black-and-white images of rural squalor flash -- boarded-up storefronts, rusted cars on garbage-littered front lawns, old bums in stained shirts on their porches drinking malt liquor from bags, bloated dead animals on the side of the road.

"I was born in this town, lived here my whole life.
Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life.
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life.
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life.
Probably learn to die in this town, lived here my whole life."

The images continue, becoming a series of shots of one run-down house with peeling paint in the middle of a vast, empty expanse. Shots of the inside show piles of disintegrating old magazines, cigarette-burned carpet, an ancient TV with a cracked screen and piles of moldy dishes in a disgusting, roach-infested kitchen.

"Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life.
There's kerosene around, something to do.
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
There's kerosene around, find something to do
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
Kerosene around, SET ME ON FIRE!"

Suddenly the black-and-white image of the old house is obliterated by a burst of flame that becomes a wall of fire. In front of the entrance, pillars of flame shoot up from the ground. A large man, head draped in a ragged black cloth, emerges between the pillars of fire, grunting and snorting smoke.

"Set me on fire, kerosene.
Set me on fire, kerosene.
SET ME ON FIRE, KEROSENE.
SET ME ON FIRE, KEROSENE.
SET ME ON FIRE!"

Climbing into the ring, Drakus removes the cloth from his head, stretches both arms and unleashes a primal scream of rage.

Sammy Eubanks: From Anderson, Indiana weighing in at 280 pounds...DRAAAAKUS!

Drakus stands still in the ring staring towards the entrance way waiting for his opponents to come out to the ring. After a few seconds of giving his voice a chance to recuperate, Eubanks announces Drakus first opponent.

Sammy Eubanks: ...and his opponent...

The drum beats of "Battle of One" start as white lights strobe to the beat. The guitar riff starts, and blue strobes join the white lights. As the singer screams, Matt Strikmore makes his way through the entrance way. Wearing long brown tights with blue details, Matt rolls his neck before heading down the ramp. Apart from the cheers of Strikmore's fans, there's very little fanfare, just the occasional slapping of a fans hand without looking away from the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Matt quickly jumps back up to his feet before lightly jogging in place while shaking out his arms. As he turns around he locks eyes with the mammoth Drakus and both men keep that stare for many long and frustrating seconds.

Sammy Eubanks: From Wildwood New Jersey, weighing in at 220 pounds this is Matt Strikmoooooore!

Another short pause prepares Eubanks for his last introduction for the match, he feels a bit stressed as he does want the match to be a chance for him to take a break and get his vocal chords back in order.

Ghetto Grass walks out carrying a velvet throne on their shoulders to music from that legendary group Wham.

Then the lights go out and the music is replaced by some creepy Arabian music. A single spotlight shines on Mutaaz "The Hammer" Tareef as he lowers from the top of the building down onto the throne while looking at the heavens the whole time. He waves to the crowd briefly and then Ghetto Grass carries the throne down to the ring as "Hate Me Now" by Nas w/Puff Daddy plays over the loudspeakers.

At this time Jabbar makes his way down to the ring behind Hammer's throne, with Yasmin being forced to carry him down to the ring by piggyback.

As Ghetto Grass and the throne carrying Hammer reaches the ring, Hammer steps off of the throne onto the ring apron and waits for Alexxx to open the ropes for him. He and Jabbar then enter the ring and do their scandalously religious poses for the booing crowd.

Sammy Eubanks: ...and contestant number three...From Los Angels, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, accompanied to the ring by his spiritual advisor Muhammed Jabbar and his serfs Ghetto Grass...this is Muuuuutaaz "The Hammer" TAREEEEF!

Eubanks makes his way out of the ring as the referee checks the contestants clothing and make sure they carry no hidden weapons on themselves. When he has found the clear, he calls for the bell and starts the match.

DING DING DING!

Tex: Well folks, that sound has one meaning, and you all know it means "we're off!"

IC: Definatly Tex, we have one interesting match here.

Tex: Definatly, we have Drakus, the monster in human form. Every match he has been unleashed in he has caused pain and strife. I do think he is looking for a chance to get hold of Strikmore as him winning the Majestic cup hindered Drakus from getting hold of one of his targets...Jason Dante.

IC: Very true, and speaking of Matt Strikmore, this rookie sensation has caused quite a stir among the fans here with his more athletic approach to the game, him as you said Tex winning the Majestic cup puts him in line for a very quick shot at the champion. I do think he wants to use this match to prove that he does deserve that shot.

Banter: And then of course we have the most interesting man in this match...

Cain and Tex roll their eyes at Banter's obvious Infinity fandom.

Banter: Mutaaz Tareef has what I would call the best result backing his claim to greatness up, he has a win over the world-champion, a win made less spectacular by the champions cowardice and fear that made it a non-title match.

IC: Banter, I do think it was our beloved commissioner who made it none-title...not Dante.

Banter: That's the official story at least.

Tex: Now if you two would mind, we do have a match to call here.

As the commentators turn their attention to the ring, the match has just gotten off to an explosive start, Drakus charged Strikmore trying to get some swift revenge with a spear from hell, but the Majestic cup winner managed to dodge that bullet.

Strikmore's dodge carries him straight into the path of Tareef who blasts the Wildwood superstar with a lariat to make sue Strikmore knows that the Hammer is onto him as well.

Banter: Seems like Tareef drew first blood in this match, not that I'm surprised at all.

Tex(Ignoring Banter): This initial attack on Strikmore shows just how much the cup means to the wrestlers, Strikmore has the shot at getting a more permanent kind of gold, and Drakus and Tareef want to show that they defiantly want a shot at that no matter if Strikmore gets it or not.

Tareef picks up the shaken Strikmore and drops him with a DDT, seeing Drakus being a bit off after his missed spear, he takes his chance and makes a quick cover.

Tex: 1...2...KICK OUT!

Banter: NOO!

Tex: Calm down will ya?

Strikmore seems more angered then shaken by this initial onslaught and launches a violent series of punches at the Hammer as they both get to their feet, rights and lefts connect making Tareef dizzy and seem on the verge of getting knocked out. Strikmore rears back for one final punch that will no doubt send the Hammer down when something named Drakus happens.

Tex: Drakus got hold of Strikmore this time!

By locking the New Jersey superstar's arms in a full Nelson position, Drakus prepares to level Strikmore, but before he does, he lashes out at the Infinity member with a boot that sends the already groggy Tareef to the canvas. After he sees Tareef on his back, Drakus goes through with the devastating Full Nelson suplex that causes Strikmore to come crashing down to the canvas.

IC: Drakus is standing tall over both Strikmore and the Hammer right now!

With a mighty bellow of built up rage, Drakus celebrates his position. But as loud and violent the celebration was, it is also short as he goes after Strikmore right away after his bellow, he pulls the limp wrestler up by his hair and holds him upright for a few seconds before blasting him with one mighty clothesline that sends Strikmore in a 360 around his own private axle.

As Strikmore lands on his back with a dull thud, Drakus has already tuned his attention to the Hammer. After the brutal kick by Drakus, Tareef has slowly got back to his feet and is once more on the prowl. With a shriek in Arabic he charges the monster that struck him down. As he reaches Drakus he lashes out with a lariat that staggers Drakus, Seeing his enemy on the verge of falling down, Tareef charges off the ropes and hits another clothes line that further staggers the big man from Indiana.

Banter: TAREEF IS GOING TO SLAY THAT GIANT. HE IS GOING TO TAKE DARKUS...

Banter gets no further as Mutaaz Tareef's third charge ends with Drakus nailing the Muslim Superstar with a powerslam that has the man from LA see stars.

Drakus doesn't bother with trying to cover Tareef, he simply picks him up and throws him to the canvas with the bodyslam from hell.

Strikmore has stirred while this was happening and without and signals of hoopla, he charges his opponent and nails one beautiful neck breaker on Drakus. Pausing to regain his breath, Strikmore sees his chance to get the win and goes for the cover.

As Strikmore drops on top of Drakus to get his pin, he sees a staggering motion in the corner of his eye, as the ref is about to count, Strikmore feels a boot to the back of his head. Tareef is back in the game again.

Tex: Tareef has been out of action for a few minutes, but now he appears to be back in the saddle again.

IC: And ready to give Strikmore some pain it seems.

Banter: Of course he is, if you had listened to me I would have told you all you ever need to know...or say for that matter.

Tareef blasts the off guard Strikmore with a series of punches that harkens back to his days as a boxer, rights and lefts co-mingle in making Matt Strikmore feel dazed indeed. Tareef starts with a series of right and left body blows and work his way up to strikes against the face as Strikmore begins to seem shaken, Tareef throws his head back and looks to be launching into the move he calls "The Holyfield" aka a headbutt.

Banter: HE'S GOING TO DO IT! HE'S GOING TO DO IT!

Banter's almost childlike exuberance is cut short when Strikmore's cranium is spared the assault of the Holyfield by one hand from Drakus. The Muslim's forehead smashes hard against Drakus hand and Tareef looks at the man who stopped his headbutt with surprise and a glazed look on his eyes. Then slowly having his head hit Drakus hand has its effect and Tareef drops to his knees and then falls on his face as Jabbar screams to the high heavens outside the ring.

The apparently knocked out Tareef is unresponsive as Drakus with a sick grin on his mouth kicks at the fallen Muslim. After having made sure Tareef is out of the game for the moment at least, Drakus turns his sadistic attention to Matt Strikmore.

Drakus walks over to Strikmore who is in the last few seconds of trying to shake his cobwebs after Tareef's boxing assault on him. As he looks up he sees Drakus incoming foot and manages to dodge it to the cheers of the fans.

Tex: Do NOT count Matt Strikmore out yet, he has more fuel left in his tank!

Strikmore sees the chance to get the victory and springs up with a dropkick that hits the large Drakus right in the face and staggers the large man. Slowly Strikmore feels the tide turning in his favour and fires off a series of punches that end up doubling Drakus over.

IC: Strikmore sees the opportunity to attack the neck of Drakus.

Strikmore uses the ropes to get some speed and as he reaches Drakus he hits a rolling neck breaker that does take the monster down. Strikmore attacks Drakus as if he was rabid with a series of elbow drops and stomps, and with every one that hits, the cheer from the fans grows and grows. As Strikmore looks up and sees the standing and cheering fans he simply smiles and drops one final elbow.

Tex: Strikmore is going for the cover he seems to be quite confidant in his abilities...

Banter: *hurmph* Good to see someone being confidant in that punk kid.

Tex: 1...2...No, powerful kick out by Drakus!

Slowly, Drakus gets to his feet after Strikmore's onslaught a few seconds before, as he gets up he wipes his hand across his face and once it passes a sick look can be seen on his face, rage, sadistic glee and a bottomless longing for revenge and pay back glows on his face.

Drakus stands staring at Strikmore who seems momentarily glued to his spot, then with a scream he charges Drakus.

Banter: What was that?

Tex(perplexed): I have no idea.
IC: I...Have no clue what that was about.

Strikmore reaches Drakus and fires off a dropkick that Drakus simply swats aside with a look of "try harder rookie!" on his face. Strikmore responds to the looks with another dropkick, this time it connects and staggers Drakus a bit but still he remains standing, as Strikmore gets to his feet, Drakus extends an invitation to a lock up and Strikmore isn't late in accepting feeling that the wrestling is his game. Strangely enough the two men fight over the lock up for quite some time before Drakus uses his strength to get the upper hand and whips Strikmore to the ropes, as Strikmore bounces off the ropes he is caught by Drakus who swings him around and delivers one powerful powerbomb that almost empties Strikmore's lungs of air. Strikmore slowly gets up and finds Drakus waiting for him. The large man throws a punch that makes Strikmore stagger back a step or two and distracts him for just the right amount of time sohe can grab him and try to hit his finisher.

As Drakus hands lock around Strikmore, something stirs in the Majestic cup winner and he desperately tries to struggle free, as Drakus tries to maintain control of Strikmore, Tareef begins to stir again, Jabbar has poured a pitcher of water over the head of his student and is now shaking him furiously to get him prepared to get back into the match. Slowly, glazed eyes try to make contact with Jabbar's but they seem to have trouble doing just that.

In the ring, Strikmore is hanging on for dear life trying to get free from Drakus clutches. As Tareef has managed to get to his feet, Strikmore is held by his throat in Drakus hands. Suddenly, Drakus hears a voice telling him to "Drop him, 1...2...3...4..." Drakus lets Strikmore go without even changing his expression one bit. As the Referee tells him to knock that stuff off, he turns one wrathful gaze on the official. Without a word, he grabs the referee by the throat and picks him up. A few seconds of hanging by his neck later, Drakus brings him down to the canvas back first, The referee clutches his back but manages to call for the bell.

Tex: What?

Banter: Huh?

IC: Eh...what kind of result will this give us?

The referee crawls over to the announcer and Sammy Eubanks is the first to hear the result of the match. After a brief pause he announces it.

Sammy Eubanks: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to his attack on the assigned TCW official, the referee has no choice to disqualify Darkus!

The fans cheer and Drakus stands still with a strange look on his face.

Sammy Eubanks: Furthermore, the referee has decided that due to the nature of the match...

Everyone is listening, Strikmore is too exhausted to have an idea, Tareef expects the match to continue or even better to have himself named the winner due to not having anything to do with the DQ while Drakus is plainly unreadable.

Sammy Eubanks: ...he rules that the winner of this match is MATT STRIKMORE!
Banter: WHAT? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? THIS IS THE WORST PILE OF BULL...

Banter's mic is cut. But as his voice dies down another one makes itself heard.

Tareef: I...This...I can't belive this...what kind of decision is that?

IC: Tareef seems to forget there is really no one to answer him...

Tareef: I fought long and hard for this, I went through hell against Ghettofire, I beat the world champion and didn't get a title or even a title shot! This can't be right!

At this point, the Referee has gotten to his feet.

Tareef: YOU (points at the ref) You are behind this garbage! You and this whole federation, We get the same damn result every time, Infinity gets screwed. We can't get a result to go our way no matter what we do. We play fair we get screwed, we use the rules to our advantage, we get screwed. No matter what we do we get the same damned result, we get screwed.

Tareef pauses as Drakus stares at him with a look of no interest on his face and Strikmore is trying to keep himself whole.

Tareef: But right here, right now I make a vow, this will change we will rule, not get screwed...This conspiracy will end!

With that Tareef throws down his mic and the announcers are quiet at both the disappointing ending to the match and Tareef's outburst.

Tex: What a way to end the night, we've had TWO title changes and a knock down drag out brawl in the main event.

Banter: And a pissed off Hammer, that's NOT a good thing - I wouldn't want to be his opponent next week.

Tex: That's it ladies and gentlemen we are out of time, for Isaiah Cain and Banter Shark this is Tex Tantrum saying

Banter: SEE YOU NEXT WEEK ON HAVOC!!

Tex: You couldn't let me have the last wor...

© 2006 Twisted Championship Federation
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The TCW Creative Team would like to thank

Dante
Thommy(Darkness)
HighOne
Mr. Beaver
DeSean
Matt Strikmore

Without their contributions we'd still be waiting on the show.