Fred and Tyler Debonair both step out onto the top of the ramp and just stand there soaking in the crowd.
Mike Fisher: Well here they are folks, Fred and Tyler Debonair… We had word they’d be out here this evening, but why is anybody’s guess!
Scott James: Probably just going to publicly apologise for their woeful performances lately in their last couple of matches.
Mike Fisher: Oh come on Scott, be fair! Fred had both Blade Alexander and Bam Miller to contend with and Tyler didn’t exactly do too badly himself. He took the IIW World Champion to the limit!
Scott James: But, did he win the World Title?
Mike Fisher: Well , no… But…
Scott James: Then I rest my case.
Mike just shakes his head as we watch Fred and Tyler continue to walk down the aisle to massive cheers and as Fred climbs the ring steps, Tyler rolls under the ropes. The music dies down and the lights come up as both men have asked for microphones. Fred paces around whilst Tyler leans against a turnbuckle.
Fred: Okay, what’s up Manchester?!
The crowd’s reaction to Fred simply mentioning the location resembles an eruption of off the Richter scale proportions.
Fred: Alright so, I know I don’t have a match tonight, but of course my boy here does against Nick Hart. We’re out here for another reason…
Tyler: That’s right, we wanted to address some stuff that’s been said recently…
Fred: By us.
Tyler: Yep by us, which was taken out of context by the wider community.
The fans cheer for both Debonairs as Tyler continues to slink into the turnbuckle as Fred stops pacing.
Tyler: We want to make it clear that comments made about “Outsiders” in no way reflected certain individuals that are in the building, tonight.
Fred: Well … They did a little bit, Tyler.
Tyler: Okay yeah, a little bit! But that was more an indirect tongue in cheek comparison right Pops??
Fred: Of course it was! We have no issues with Fat Ass Duke or…
Tyler: It’s Thaddeus, Pops…
Fred: What is?
Tyler: His name, I thought it was Tha Deus myself at first, but I’ve been assured that it’s pronounced Tha-Dee-Us!
Fred: Ok awesome so as I was saying, we have no issues with Tha-Dee-Us Duke or “Chronic” Chris Page, in fact that guy does remind me a little of myself when I was growing up. The arrogant attitude, the narcissistic nature…
Tyler: The look!
Fred: Indeed Ty, the look! However if it were me, I’d be called “Chronic back pain” or something!
The duo laugh at Fred’s joke about himself as the crowd continue to cheer. Suddenly they both get a little serious.
Fred: But no, our issues here lie with IIW Management. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t dislike anyone in the back…
Tyler: Hell, Osh Vaughan gave me my start here… Bob Mitchell gave Fred his…
Fred: He did… But no, the miscommunication appears to stem from the offices of the current incumbent of the IIW, Jenny Fletcher.
Tyler steps out of the corner now and swings the microphone in his hand as Fred looks at the ground, hands folded.
Tyler: Once again, for full disclosure we don’t hold any animosity towards Ms. Fletcher…
Fred: Oh, not in the slightest! She pays our salary after all.
Tyler: But! When you have the boys over at Team Friendship…
Fred: Good ol’ Russell and Curtis! Ah, love those guys!
Tyler: Beating the Purge half a dozen times, taking on The Celtic Club for what would be IIW’s fifty thousandth booking of said match!
Fred: And then! Then… The powers that be, decide hey! There happens to be no more competition for Team Friendship, we’re going to bring in outsiders to…
Tyler: Wait, Pops. It’s CCPE…
Fred: What is?
Tyler: It’s not The Outsiders, Page said they’re called CCPE, I think it stands for Chronic Chris Page Enterprises, could be wrong though!
Tyler shrugs and Fred holds up a hand.
Fred: No, I know. I saw him speaking this week too, son. CCPE but they’re quite literally OUTSIDERS! The point here is that Fletcher and Co believed that they had run out of competition for Team Friendship and that tag gold…
Tyler: Yet, completely missed us in the process! Generally we wouldn’t be too upset by that, we do what we do. However when you’ve got someone like my Pops who’s a multi-promotional multi-title holder…
Fred: And my son, who’s the inaugural International Champion this side of IIW and who almost broke the undefeated record here…
Tyler: We don’t talk about that, but what we’re trying to say quite simply, is this… You want to bring in Chris Page and Thaddeus Duke of CCPE when DEBONAIR INC are stood right here?! Then that’s on you.
Fred: But tonight, CCPE go head to head with Team Friendship for those tag-team belts and whoever wins! Whoever is the IIW Tag-Team Champions when all this is said and done… WE ARE NOW DECLARING OURSELVES NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS for those belts!
Tyler: Chris and Thad, we respect your abilities, Curtis and Russell… We love you both guys! But we can’t just let this slip by and allow Debonair Inc to be brushed under the carpet like we don’t exist here, in tag-action… Good luck to both teams tonight and whichever one of you guys comes out as the holders, you’ll know exactly where to find us!
Pink Floyd’s “Money” blasts through the PA system and both men drop their mics. The crowd roar with approval as the men exit the ring and make their way to the back.
Match one
Hardcore Championship Match
John Tolly vs El Landerson vs Robert Ace
Fireworks go off in the Manchester stadium, as the sold-out crowd of 30,000 erupt in excitement as for Monday Night Mayhem begins to start up. Mike Fisher and Scott James sit on commentary as the hard cam lands on them
Mike Fisher: Here we go the first match to kick off what is sure to be a great night for IIW. We’ve got three of IIWs best going against each other to be crown the new Hardcore Champion of IIW
Scott James : John Tolly, Robert Ace, and El Landerson wait patiently for the match to start as Championship gold is on the line.
Mike Fisher: This Triple threat Hardcore Championship match is going to be one to remember.
*Bell Rings*
John Tolly, El Landerson and Robert Ace are all standing in their own corners. The ref calls the bell to start to match as Tolly fires across the ring with a huge right hand to the face of Robert Ace. Ace takes a step back as Tolly follows up with 2 more right hands. He then spartan kicks him into the turnbuckles. Tolly attempts to climb up to the second rope to continue his assault but El Landerson pulls him down. El pulls Tolly back near the center of the ring. He spins him around then hooks a collar and elbow lock up. Tolly smiles then spins the lock up into a side headlock. He cranks the headlock a few times then out of nowhere Robert Ace hits Tolly in the back of the head with a forearm. Tolly drops the headlock spinning around fast to see what hit him. As he is turning Ace connects with a huge right of his own. Tolly stumbles back a step and is grabbed from behind. El grabs Tolly arms holding them behind him yelling for Ace to hit him Ace runs back hitting the ropes running at Tolly going for a clothesline. Tolly manages to get free and side step out of the way causing Ace to clothesline El Landerson.
El stumbles back falling through the ropes onto the apron. Tolly follows up with a drop kick that sends El out to the floor. Robert Ace looks for a big boot, but Tolly dodges and catches him with an arm drag and then transitions into an armbar. Tolly cranks up the pressure as he pulls the arm back.
Mike Fisher: Tolly a very great mat technician.
Scott James: One of the best we have here in IIW.
As Ace looks like he’s ready to tap EL Landerson comes out of no where with a steel chair to the back of Tolly.
Scott James: Finally someone realized they can use weapons.
El hits Tolly with another shot from the steel chair as Robert rolls out to the floor. El lays the chair on top of John Tolly and points to the top of the turnbuckle as the fans cheer and encourage him to do it.
Mike Fisher: El Landerson looking to make a good splash.
Scott James: Tolly just think about what would Curtis do.
Mike Fisher: Smile?
Back inside the ring El Landerson stands on the top of the turnbuckle, ready to launch, but Robert Ace comes back in and grabs him by ten throat and chokeslams him right on top of the steel chair that lays on Tolly’s chest.
Mike Fisher: Ace got high impact off that Chokeslame.
Robert Ace goes for a quick cover on both men.
One…..
Two….
Kick out by El Landerson and Tolly at the same time. Ace slaps the mat with frustration, then rolls outside and looks under the ring.
Mike Fisher: No telling what is under the ring for these maniacs to use on each other.
Scott James: Probably some chairs, table and ladders.
Robert Ace pulls out a steel trash can lid and tosses it into the ring, followed by kendo and a UK Police Baton. Robert Ace gets up on the apron, but El Landerson delivers a dropkick that sends him back down to the mat. Landerson quickly follows it up a springboard moonsault off the top rope and takes down Robert Ace as the fans erupt into cheers.
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHOT
Mike Fisher: What a hardcore match this has been so far.
Scott James: And Tolly looks to add to the Mayhem.
John Tolly comes flying through the middle ropes as he launches himself into El Landerson with a suicide dive; he then pulls Robert Ace up and slings him into the steel steps with authority. He then rolls both El and Ace into the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out a small black bag with a smile on it.
Mike Fisher: No telling what sick weapon could be in that bag.
Scott James: I’m thinking Tacs.
Tolly rolls into the ring with the bag in hand but he gets dropped with a big boot from Robert Ace. He then picks El Landerson up and tosses him into the turnbuckle he then pick up the metal trash can lid and swings it right onto El Landersons head. El stumbles out of the corner and falls down face first. Robert Ace follows up with an elbow drop to the back, then picks up the UK police baton and beats away at EL Landerson repeatedly. Tolly starts to get to his knees but Ace knocks him upside the head the the baton. Robert ace then goes outside and sets up a table beside the ring. He then looks under the ring again and this time with a sick smirk on his face as he pulls out a gas can and starts pouring it on the table.
Mike Fisher: Robert Ace must have a gas saver for a car.
Robert Ace then takes a lighter from one of the fans in attendance and throws it on the table, and instantly, a roaring fire sets on the table. He climbs back into the ring but is met with chair shots from El Landerson and Kendo stick shots from Tolly as they work together to take out the larger man. Robert Ace stumbles and leads agaibst the ropes, trying not to fall out onto the fiery table. Tolly comes in with a quick shot to the head withe kendo stick and he almost ready to topple over but El finishes the job with a sick shot to the head with the steel chair and Rober Acr goes falling over the ring ropes and right through the firey table.
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Mike Fisher: My God!!!!
Scott James: BBQ in Manchester tonight!
Some backstage staff com out to put out the flames and a medic comes to check on Robert Ace. Back inside the ring, Tolly and El trade punches for a while before Tolly gains the advantage and deliver a piledriver. He then pops up and picks of the small black bag and walks around the ring with anticipation. He comes to a stop and pours out the contents to the mat that are revealed to be thousands of legos.
Scott James: I am so disappointed but Tolly is a member of Team Friendship and this is right out of their playbook.
John Tolly drags El by the legos and begins to set him up for the Champaign Dream DDT!!!! El Landerson lays motionless on the pile of legos. Tolly lays over on top of him as the referee gets in position for the count.
One….
Two….
Three.
The bell rings and the referee is given the IIW Hardcore Championship. He places it around the first of John Tolly who is just in shocked of winning his first IIW Championship Gold.
Mike Fisher: This is a great moment for John Tolly all the hard work and the journey it took for him to get here.
Scott James: I even have to admit this is a great day for John Tolly and everyone will remember this day.
Russell Wayne and Curtis come out to help celebrate with Tolly as they lift him up on their shoulders and carry him around to the cheering fans as the scene cuts to commercial break.
We return backstage to Shaun Harts Hollywood Penthouse office. He sits behind his desk as he takes a call on his iPhone.
Shaun Hart: Yes, I need you to come to help me out. I’m running out of people I can trust around here. The talent around here keeps disrespecting me.
Shaun pause as he listens to the other caller’s response.
Shaun Hart: Yeah, him, he’s still flapping those gums, and I’m about ready to shut him up myself. I’m tired of the lack of respect I get here for all the hard work I do.
Shaun pauses again
Shaun Hart: I hear you but just think about my offer; imagine the success we can have together. It’ll be just like the good old days.
Shaun grins and puts his foot on his desk as a knock comes to his door.
Shaun Hart: I’ll call you back. Someone is at my door.
Shaun hangs up the iPhone.
Shaun Hart: Come on in and don’t waste my time.
The door swings open, and in walks the youngest star in IIW, young Noah.
Noah: Yo Shaun, Jonny said he’s busy and told me to find my own path here in IIW, So I thought, why not let you manage me.
Shaun looks at Noah with intrigue.
Shaun Hart: I be thrilled to manage you, but why me?
Noah chews on some bubble gum and sits on Shaun’s desk.
Noah: It’s simple; really, I need someone to help navigate me through IIW and put me in the best spot to win. You’ve done that for others, but they live up to their end of the bargain. I’m going to change that for you by being your biggest success story.
Shaun grins.
Shaun Hart: Well it’s about time someone had that winning attitude. I believe this is the start of something special Noh.
Noah shakes his head in agreement as the scene fades to the next match.
The lights on the arena dim and start to flash blue and green. An 8 bit version of Jonny C appears on the screen with an ax and swings in at the screen cracking it and yells here’s Jonny. #1 by Nelly blares over the pa system. Jonny C bursts through the curtain with his arms out. He is wearing a baby blue suit and the IIW title is around his waist. Jonny looks around the arena and laughs and walks down the ramp. Jonny climbs the ring stairs stopping on the top step. He grabs the top rope and jumps over it. He immediately climbs the ropes and yells “You’re looking at the greatest to ever set foot in a wrestling ring.” He hops down and calls for a microphone.
Jonny C – Well it looks like things are beginning to pick up for the Mayhem brand of the IIW. We have had an insane influx of new talent over the last few weeks and man does it have me tickled. I’ve done pretty much everything there is to do in this company right now so this new crew of talent that I possibly have a chance to work with excites me to no end. Now I know what you’re all thinking. I’m crazy to be looking past Russell Wayne and Bam Miller, the 2 men that I will defend my title against at Krush, Kill N Destroy. Now believe me I’m not looking past either one of those 2 men at all. I know I’m gonna beat them but I’m not looking past them.
The fans boo
Jonny C – Shut the hell up, what do you guys know? Look, love it or hate it, the underdogs on top. And I’m going to shine until my heart stops. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again and again if you wanna beat me you’re gonna have to kill me and I don’t believe anyone here has that ability. This is my house and anyone that plans on entering my house, veteran or brand new to this company needs to understand that I am the measuring stick for talent here. All these new guys need to take notice of me and my greatness if they plan on succeeding here in the IIW. That’s the only reason I came out here tonight because I wanna let every single new person that joined this company know that yes I’m excited to work with you but also I’m the face of this fucking company for a reason. I’m that once in a lifetime wrestler, you know the one I’m talking about. The one that’s always discussed when the Mount Rushmore of wrestling comes up. The one who gets talked about way longer than they’re alive. The one that will redefine what it means to be a hall of fame caliber talent. That’s who I am and that’s what I bring to the table and I expect everyone else to get to my level or get the fuck out of my way. I’m being a silly goose, I know noone is on my level. We all know that. I’ve beaten every single person that’s set in front of me. And the ones that I haven’t beaten immediately have failed to kill me so I’ve been able to stand back up, look them in the eyes and beat them the next time we set foot in the ring. I’m the king of resiliency.
The fans begin chatting asshole.
Jonny C – Thank you very much. I appreciate that. I’ve worked long and hard to cultivate that persona and the fact that you’ve all noticed it makes me really happy. I want to let everyone know, especially the new guys that I have put the entire roster on notice. I’ve called out every single person on it and said come after me. I’m a fighting champion. The likes of one that no one has seen before. I will defend this title anywhere and everywhere that there is a real challenge. So far I have yet to have a real challenge. Maybe just maybe Russell or Bam will pose one. Bam had to fight through hell to get his match, kind of shocking that Russell is able to just walk out and demand one and it’s just OK. Hey it doesn’t bother me whether it’s one guy or 10 men. All that matters is that I’m walking out of the pay per view world champion. Bob Mitchell can give title matches to whoever he wants because that’s what he’s been doing so far. I don’t know what he’s trying to prove here but giving Tyler and Anthony Phoenix a title shot kind of diminishes this company as a whole if you ask me. But I’ll continue to come out here every single week, booked or not booked and let everyone know that I’m a fighting champion and everyone apparently on our roster has the ability to take a match with me.
The fans cheer.
Jonny C – Calm down guys no one’s coming out to challenge me right now. I know I left it open and that would make everyone believe that someone was going to march down this ramp and their music was going to hit and they were going to make the challenge and it was going to be a match tonight but you’re not going to be that lucky. I got my ring gear. I’m ready to go but I’m not booked for the show. But you all pay to see me so I’m gonna walk my happy ass out to this ring and talk shit like no one else can. I ran my mouth so much on Twitter Russell Wayne, my bastard son’s best friend, somehow weasled his way into a title match. Just goes to show that literally anyone in the IIW can get a title shot. Shit Hendix still has that key. Anytime he wants to call me out I’m ready. Doesn’t mean they’re gonna win and beat me no that’s not possible but anyone can get a title match. The door is open for anyone like I’ve said in the past. I’m a fighting champion and I will continue to be a fighting champion. I’ve said all I want to say to you morons out here right now. I’m gonna go to the back, sit at catering and have a nice meal. If anyone’s looking to chat with me you know where to find me. I’ll be here all night. I’m the one with the big shiny gold title gonna be hard to miss.
The fans boo again. Jonny smiles and begins blowing kisses at them. He steps through the ropes and hopes down to the outside. He walks up the ramp then stops. He turns to face the camera.
Jonny C – Chris Page I saw what you had to say about me. I see everything and trust me we are going to address that. First let’s see if you can get past the second tier talent that my son and his best friend Mr. Wayne are. If you can beat them and take their titles then maybe just maybe you deserve to stand across the ring from me. Page you already know I think you’re a joke everything about you makes me laugh. You want to come on to my turf like you own the place, don’t make me laugh bitch. This is my yard not yours, you’re an outsider and that’s all you will ever be here. Don’t worry I’m more than ready to dispose of the trash that you are. Get past my demon spawn first then we’ll talk. That reputation you went on and on about in your promo means jack shit here. To us here in IIW you’re an absolute nobody. Don’t worry our paths will cross soon enough. I’m not afraid of CCPE or LMNOP, WXYZ, or ABCDE……F……U. I’m IJFNC and you should be scared. See how dumb you sound Page. I don’t care how many harsh letters you wanna use to describe yourself, they don’t scare me. I’m not afraid of any letters, it’s numbers you need to be afraid of. I’m afraid of 7 though because 7…8…9……. Hey I’m a father I can make those jokes it’s allowed damn it no its encouraged. Good luck tonight sweetheart. See you real soon guy.
Jonny laughs then walks back through the curtain.
Match Two
Singles Match
The Casino Kid’ Justin York w/- Mrs. York vs Michael Hunter
Michael Hunter pulls Justin York up from the ground and is about to whip him into steel ring steps when suddenly, Justin leaps off the top turnbuckle hitting a Somersault Palancha onto Michael Hunter on the outside. Justin jumps up to his feet, grabs Michael Hunter, and sends him into the ring, then climbs up onto the ring apron. Michael Hunter slowly gets up to his feet and turns. Justin jumps up, springboards off the top rope, and tries for a Springboard Flying Crossbody, but Michael Hunter leaps up at the last second and nails a Dropkick that catches him right into the stomach. Justin crashes to the mat clutching his stomach. Michael Hunter jumps up to his feet and runs to the ropes, coming back, somersaulting, then hitting a Rolling Somersault Leg Drop on Justin.
Mike Fisher: What a fast paced match up
Michael Hunter covers Justin York.
1…
2…
NO!!!!!
Michael Hunter stands up and moves to the corner, climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. Michael Hunter stands up to jump off, but Justin York pushes him off, sending Michael Hunter crotch first onto the top rope. Justin York leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, then jumps catching Michael Hunter and hitting a Leaping Hurancanranna that sends Michael Hunter into the ring. Justin York rolls to his feet and grabs Michael, pulling him up, but Hunter knocks Justin York’ hands away, jumping up, and hitting a Spinning Heel Kick that downs Justin York.
Justin York stands up and moves toward Michael Hunter. Michael Hunter steps forward and tries to hit a kick to Justin’ gut but Justin catches his foot. Michael Hunter jumps up, trying for an Enziguri, but Justin York ducks underneath. Michael Hunter falls to the mat, with Justin still having his foot wrapped up into a an Ankle Lock. Michael Hunter struggles to get out of it, but Justin pulls him to the center of the ring, locking the hold in tighter. Michael Hunters tries to pulls himself to the ropes, but Justin York comes out of nowhere, hitting a Springboard Leg Drop onto the back of Michael Hunter’s head. York catches him and nails a Powerslam, hooking the leg for the cover.
1…
2…
NO!!!
Justin York stands up, pulling Michael Hunter up off the mat, then whips him to the ropes. Justin York charges after him and tries for a Spear, but Michael Hunter jumps over him, coming off the opposite side. Justin York spins around and Michael Hunter catches him with a Head Scissors Takedown. Michael Hunter stands up and moves toward Justin York, but Michael Hunter spins him around, nailing a kick into the gut, then lifts him up and plants him with The Gutwrench Sit-out Powerbomb.
1…
2…
NO!!!
Michael Hunter stomps down on Justin York, then pulls him to his feet, then sets him up for The Delayed DDT, but Justin nails a hard elbow to Michael Hunter’s guts, spins around, and hit’s The CASINO CRUSHER
1…
2…
3!!!
Mike Fisher: Justin York has won his first match here in the IIW
One for the money by Escape the Fate hits the speakers as The High Rollers, Mike and Mark head from behind the curtain and begin their way down the ramp toward the ring.
Mike Fisher- Who Now?
Upon getting into the ring Mike and Mark Miller jump all over The Blueprint Michael Hunter with a vicious attack of punches and while on the ground put the boots to him. They finally pull him up off the mat and set him up for The Buy-In and drop Michael hunter right on the top of his head. Justin York stands in the corner looking very confused as The High Rollers make their way over to ‘The Casino Kid’ and stand directly in front of him before long they both stick out their fist and is met with Justin York putting his fist in as a ‘one for all’ kind of handshake gesture. The crowd begins reigning in boo’s even louder than before and begins chucking the leftovers of their popcorn and beverages toward the ring at Justin York and his new founded friends. Justin York calls for a microphone.
Justin York- Let this be a statement to the rest of the roster that nobody here is safe whatsoever. I said I was coming to IIW to takeover, and I didn’t just mean the singles division! Together we will hold all titles in IIW!
The crowd boo’s everything Justin says attempting to drown him out.
Justin York- To all the so-called fans in IIW, all of you smelly jobless freaks I could give a shit less what you have to think of me. I came here with an agenda, and I plan on stopping at nothing to complete it! Now for the moment I’m certain you have all been waiting for.
Justin smirks as the crowd continues reigning in boos. He walks over toward his new partners and passes off the microphone.
Mark Miller- Let me formerly introduce myself. My name is ‘Marvelous’ Mark Miller and I’ve come to this broken-down arena to perform for a bunch of nobodies like you so you can all understand what some form of crisp clean raw talent looks like… not that any of you deserve it.
Mark Miller passes the microphone off to his brother.
Mike Miller- I AM ‘Magnificent’ Mike Miller and unlike my brother here I could care less to address a bunch of nobodies that could barely afford admission to tonight’s show. However, I will address the state of this disgusting tag team division. The champions of the division are a bunch of losers who run around in a circle jerk of love and the rest of the Tag division is a miserable joke. Tell you what, name me one team in this division that’s even worth paying the price of admission to see? Before you idiots even begin to chant anything let me give you the answer to that question. We are the High Rollers. The only tag team worthy of seeing in this company and when we’re on the top of the tag division and Justin is on top of the singles division and the High Rollers have taken over IIW you’ll all see that when the chips are all down there’s only one safe bet to place your money on and that’s us!! Take it to the bank!
Amongst all of the boos and garbage being thrown into the ring Justin York takes the microphone from his new partner and begins to address the crowd one last time.
Justin York- I’ll leave you all with this final thought before I tell you to kiss my ass and catch my flight back home with my gorgeous wife! ‘Bad times don’t last but bad guys do.’ See you all in 2 weeks!!
He smirks and Justin, his wife and the brothers all put their fists together as the Concrete Jungle by The Black Label Society begins to play throughout the arena, and they exit the ring and begin towards to back.
Mike Fisher- The High Rollers? A new tag team and the formation of a new group? That damn Justin York!
Scott James- What the hell is going on around here lately? It’s been absolute madness! Do you hear the way they address the fans? This is absolutely sickening Mike!
Match Three
Singles Match
Thomas “The Daytona Beach Strangler” Bahamas vs Knox
Mike Fisher: Welcome back to the intense action here in IIW as the next match up is Knox vs Thomas “The Daytona Beach Strangler” Bahamas. Bahamas making his IIW debut against ex NFL player Knox.
Scott James: Knox is always a tough go but I have faith in Bahamas to come out with the win.
Mike Fisher: We’ll see if your prediction comes true as both men stand in the ring waiting for the bell to ring.
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins as they circle each other in the ring. They lock up and try to gain an advantage over the other. Knox gains the advantage, slings Thomas towards the ropes, as he bounces back Knox meets him with a devastating close line. Then picks him up and slings him into the corner and hits a body splash that sends Thomas stumbling out the corner and he drops face first to the mat.
Mike Fisher: Knox coming out strong in this one, Thomas needs to get some momentum going.
Scott James: This is going to end much like his wrestling match in college did when he faced Brock Lesnar.
Knox goes to pick Thomas up but Thomas pokes him in the eyes. Thomas takes this time to Suplex Knox to the ground. Thomas stomps him for a minute before lifting him up and goes for a DDT. Thomas starts playing toward the crowd as Knox shakes his head and makes it back to his feet and sneaks up on Thomas and hits a german duplex that sends Thomas flying across the ring. Knox kicks at his head a few times before picking him up and hits The BROOKLYN BOMB(Powerbomb).
Mike Fisher: What a devastating powerbomb by Knox!
Knox goes for the cover as the referee gets in position to make the count.
One…..
Two…..
Three.
The referee calls for the bell as Thomas rolls out of the ring and Knox celebrates in the ring.
“Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling plays and the crowd erupts with jeers to greet the scourge of professional wrestling. It doesn’t take long for the most beautiful woman in this world and the worlds beyond, Sonya Benson, to walk out flanked by her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith. In an early sign of disrespect from the woman to the Manchester crowd, she’s wearing a Liverpool soccer jersey. The roof of the arena is nearly blown off with the rage filled shouts of the masses.
Mike Fisher: Oh no. Jesus God no. What is SHE doing here? The anti pro wrestling turned wrestler against her will is here on Mayhem!!!!
Scott James: God she’s so hot! How can someone so hot be so cold?
The expression on Sonya’s flawless features and the quick pace in which she and her entourage trek the aisle is marked with clear disdain and urgency. She does NOT want to be here. They make quick work getting into the ring, whereupon Norris produces a sanitizer wet wipe and wipes down the microphone before handing it off to her. Norris and Smith then produce two umbrellas and activate them just in time to start deflecting the food, drinks, and trash being hurled in at the most vile and hated woman from across several promotions.
Sonya delicately holds it with a limp wrist in hopes the crowd will die down for her to speak. She waits… and waits… and waits… they’re still shitting on her verbally though. Finally she raises her voice and begins addressing them.
Sonya Benson: If you marbled mouthed grease pellets will shut up long enough for me to get my words out, I’ll be out of here pretty quick and you can go about watching your favorite knuckle draggers play touch butt in this god awful ring.
The crowd really lets her have it now. Once again she waits.. And waits… finally she sees an opening and continues.
Sonya Benson: Here’s the deal! Since I’m being forced to move here to your stupid country with your stupid weather and your horrible dental practices and your terrible hygiene, I figured while I’m here looking for a house to buy I’d drop by and make a special announcement in person. Why? Because I’m going to make one or maybe more of the so-called “men” in the locker room very wealthy. The fact I’m here in person should tell you how serious I am about what I’m gonna offer. So, without further adieu..
The captivating beauty turns her direction toward the entrance ramp.
Sonya Benson: If there’s one thing I’ve learned since my horrible punishment in this sport began, it’s the value of strength in numbers. Aces up the sleeves. Contingency plans. I think you get where I’m going with this. I’m hereby offering special contractor jobs for any man in the dressing room of Mayhem. I have plenty of money to employ you, so that’s no issue. The only thing you might have to do is oh, I dunno, compromise your entire belief system. But most of you do that every time you step into the ring, so it’s not that big of a deal. We’ll discuss the specifics when you contact me. I don’t expect any of you to come barging down the ramp right now, so just think it over for a few days. And hey? If money isn’t important to you, then perhaps some quid pro quo could suffice? You scratch my back, I scratch yours. That’s the deal.
With those words spoken, she turns her attention back to the spectators.
Sonya Benson: As for all of you, on behalf of the United States of America, we once again say you’re welcome for us saving you in WWII. And since this disgusting pig farm arena is lacking any sort of class and culture, allow me to bestow upon you all a poem I wrote. Ahem.. aaaahhhhem *clears throat*
They boo the shit out of her but she will not be denied and raises her voice over them as she recites her poem with sweet honeyed eloquence.
Sonya Benson:
“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Man City are losers
And so are you”
She points a finger to the crowd and does a slow circle. The level of heat toward her from the angry fans has reached a new level, and a few of them are apprehended by security as they try to scurry over the rail.
Mike Fisher and Scott James are drown out from their commentary due to the jeering from the crowd as Sonya and her entourage make haste their exit and break out in a sprint up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain.
Match Four
Singles Match
Sean Raines vs Anthony Tudor
The two men step to the centre of the ring and start talking trash back and forth to each other. Anthony Tudor finally steps forward and nails a hard right that stumbles Sean Raines back, but not for long as he comes forward nailing Anthony Tudor with a hard right. The two men trade lefts and rights in the centre of the ring, but finally Anthony Tudor steps forward and nails a hard knee into Sean Raines’s gut, then whips him to the ropes. Sean Raines comes back and Anthony Tudor nails a hard Clothesline. Anthony Tudor pulls Sean Raines up off the mat, kicks him in the gut, and lifts him up onto his shoulder for a Powerbomb, but Sean Raines reverses and slides down Anthony Tudor’s back, grabbing him from behind, and hitting a Russian Leg Sweep. Sean Raines covers Anthony Tudor.
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Sean Raines stands up and charges to the ropes as Anthony Tudor gets up to his feet. Sean Raines comes back and tries for a move, but Anthony Tudor docks his shoulder and catches him with a Back Body Drop.
Mike Fisher: Both men battling back and forth
Anthony Tudor stomps down on Sean Raines, then kicks him over onto his stomach. Sean Raines slowly gets up onto his hand and knees, but Anthony Tudor climbs over him, then starts slamming forearm shots into Sean Raines’s face, then finally jumps up, slamming his weight down into Sean Raines’s back. Sean Raines crumples back down to the ground and Anthony Tudor grabs him and pulls him into a Camel Clutch.
Scott James: Come on ! Give it up!!!
Sean yells in pain, blood trickling down his nose, but refuses to give up. Anthony Tudor finally gives up and releases the hold, standing up, then slamming his weight down one more time onto Sean Raines. The ref bends down and checks on Sean Raines, but while he is busy Anthony Tudor moves to the corner and starts messing around with the turnbuckle.
Mike: What is Anthony Tudor doing?
Scott: Something must be wrong with the turnbuckle. Anthony Tudor’s fixing it.
Anthony Tudor rips the turnbuckle pad off the top turnbuckle.
Mike: Fixing it, my ass!!!
Scott: Your ass what?
Sean Raines slowly gets up to his feet and moves toward Anthony Tudor, but Anthony Tudor bolts forward, grabbing Sean Raines and hitting a Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex. Anthony Tudor pulls Sean Raines to his feet, then whips him towards the exposed corner, but Sean Raines drops down and Baseball Slides to a stop. Anthony Tudor charges at Sean Raines, but Sean Raines suddenly drops down, catching Anthony Tudor in a Drop Toe Hold, sending Anthony Tudor face-first into the exposed turnbuckle. Anthony Tudor slumps into the corner, not moving.
Sean Raines stands up, pulls Anthony Tudor out of the corner, then spins him around, hitting The Rainmaker. Sean Raines covers the unconscious, now very bloody Anthony Tudor.
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Adam Williams: Manchester…my name is Adam Williams. I am known as The Specialist where I come from. Soon, that name is going to be known worldwide. I am the newest addition to The IIW Mayhem brand. I am quick, to the point, and I love nothing more than feeling my arm raised at the end of the match. I am standing here at Deansgate Square, on the tallest skyscraper in Manchester, may you say, “The Top of Manchester’s Mountain.”
Adam walks to the edge of the skyscraper and looks down at the city, and holds his hand up
Adam Williams: This in my hand is a British coin, you see Queen Elizabeth’s face on it? he flings it off the building When she lands, she will be like the British Army when they were eschewed from Philadelphia. Battered, bruised, and irreparably broken. For everyone who crosses my path… they too shall feel that same fate.
Adam walks off, showing no emotion, as the camera fades to black
Match Five
Single Match
Tyler Debonair vs Nick Hart
The start of Shinedown’s “Cut the Cord” sparks the speaker system as blue and white lights begin to navigate the arena. Tyler Debonair steps out onto the ramp and surveys the crowd.
Alice Goldier: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, CA he weighs in at 230lbs I give you The ZENsational” Tyler Debonair!!!
As the tune continues to echo throughout the arena, Tyler walks down the aisle, acknowledging the audience but fully focused on the ring. He jumps up onto the apron and front flips into the ring over the top rope, before leaning against the turnbuckle and waiting for the music to die down and house lights to return…
Mike Fisher: Tyler looks ready to get back on a winning track after coming up short at K2S but he fought hard and now he looks to show Nick Hart why he’s still a top performer in this company.
Scott James: Well he’ll have his hand full with a motivated Nick Hart who’s looking to get back in his uncle’s good grace.
Mike Fisher: This one should be a good one with so much pride on the line.
*Bell rings*
Tyler and Nick meet in the center of the ring, Tyler puts his hand out for a shake to show sportsmanship but Nick slaps it away and Tyler just shrugs his shoulders before hitting Nick with a quick punch.
Mike Fisher: I bet Nick would’ve preferred that handshake now.
Tyler follows up with a sling blade closeline and brings Nick down to the mat; Tyler hits him with an elbow to the chest and Nick rolls around in pain for a moment before getting up on one knee but Tyler bounces off the ropes and meets him with a shining wizard. Nick drops back down to the mat.
Mike Fisher: Tyler is just dominating Nick Hart right now, you have to this is hurting his chances with Shaun.
Scott James: Well he definitely is not putting out the performance one would think you would get from a man so desperate to win.
Nick gets back on his feet and charges at Tyler, but he dodges, and Nick crashes into the turnbuckle face first. He stumbles out of the corner in a daze, and Tyler just shakes his head before hitting The Peacemaker(Superkick) that drops Nick like a sack of potatoes. Tyler then locks in the Satori ( Cross-Legged Boston Crab Sharpshooter variation) and sits back to apply the pressure. Nick tries to carry them to the ropes.
Mike Fisher: Fight out of it Nick!
Scott James: Looking like another loss for Nick Hart; Shaun can’t be happy about this.
Nick tries, but the pressure applied by Tyler is too much, and he is forced to tap out and the referee calls for the bell.
Alice Goldier: Here is your winner by submission
The ZENsational” Tyler Debonair!!!
The scene opens backstage with Andy Donahue and Trigger Cavanagh talking amongst themselves at a water cooler. Suddenly the song from Kill Bill, “Twisted Nerve” by Bernard Herrmann can be heard being whistled off camera. Slowly we see Fred Debonair strut into the picture, carrying a baseball bat over his shoulder. In fact it’s the very baseball bat that was stolen from by John Cavanagh months ago, named Cindy-Lee. Fred seems to be oblivious to The Celtic Club who just watch him walk by, until suddenly he stops whistling and backs up a few steps looking at them. A big grin crosses his face.
Fred: Well hey guys! Been a while eh…? I mean, since your boss had my sister jumped and beat down by that pretty little woman of his… Don’t worry I’m not going to do anything right here, just pass Johnny a message from me would ya?
Fred swings the bat in his hand, twirling it a little before stopping short of swinging directly at Andy and Trig.
Fred: Just had a little parlay with his wifey and also found my beautiful Cindy-Lee finally! So he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore… Adios dummies…
Fred struts off, whistling again as the two Celtic Club members look both confused and annoyed. Suddenly it dawns on them where Fred may have found the bat and what he’d said about meeting up with Shannon Riley and they both bolt to their dressing room like horses from a stable. When Andy busts through the door they find the entire dressing room trashed, things smashed up everywhere… Trigger nudges Andy and points to a mirror on the far wall. Written in what is likely Shannon’s lipstick are the words “Sike! Nobody was here! And for that, I would be EXTREMELY thankful… See you soon x” as we cut back to ringside.
Match six
Number One Contender Match for International championship
Shadowerk vs Liam Caine
Referee Long Dong Johnson calls for the bell and this match is underway! Liam Cain and Shadowerk circle, then lock up. Liam comes out quickly with a sweet Armdrag Takedown. Shadowerk is back up quickly, but then back down quickly as he takes a one-leg Dropkick. Shadowerk rolls to the outside and then he looks up at Liam with a frown. The crowd cheers a bit. Shadowerk then slides back in, and locks up again, this time connecting with a Kneelift to the ribs, Shadowerk then clubs on him back with a Forearm shot. He then whips him to the ropes, and Shadowerk executes a nice Back Body Drop. Liam hits the mat hard! Shadowerk then bounces off the ropes, and hits a rolling Kneedrop into his ribs. Shadowerk covers…
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Kick out by Liam.
Mike Fisher: Shadowerk nearly gets a quick win here, he’s really targeting the ribs.
Scott James: Yeah, Shadowerk is tired of Liam Cain being treated like a king around here by Bob Mitchell.
Shadowerk then picks up Liam Cain, locks in a Front Facelock, and… yes, Vertical Suplex. Liam Cain clutches at his ribs. Shadowerk then goes immediately to a chokehold. Referee with the count,
1… 2… 3… 4… Shadowerk releases the choke, and is admonished by the referee. He then goes for the pin…
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No! Liam Cain kicks out!
Mike: If Shadowerk picks up a win here it will be massive for his momentum
Well, as Shadowerk goes to Suplex Liam Cain again, Liam escapes out of it, and drops him into a Armbar. Shadowerk is screaming as him arm is being pulled slowly out of socket. The referee is checking to see if he wants to give, but no… still, Liam Cain applies the pressure, until… out of view of the official, Bob Mitchell catches Shadowerk with a hard elbow
Mike Fisher: Come on now, Bob Mitchell just got involved in this match!
Scott James: As a manager, not to be helping Liam Cain in the ring by physically getting him out of situations like he was in!
Liam Cain pulls Shadowerk out towards the center, but Shadowerk rolls him into a Small Package… however, it’s a poor attempt at it, and Liam Cain escapes prior to the count of one. Liam Cain rolls back to him feet, and as Shadowerk gets up, he walks right into the Double Aught The crowd pops huge!
Liam Cain covers…
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3!
Mike Fisher: Liam Cain has got the job done!
Before they leave the ring, Bob Mitchell demands a microphone and gets in the ring.
Bob: Now we told you people we’re getting mighty sick and tired of this shit. And this, THIS, is the best you can do?
He points to Shadowerk who is still down in the ring.
Bob: This is what we think of the shit you keep piling in our way.
Bob indicates Liam who grabs his noose from around the ringpost he left it on when he entered the ring. He walks over to Shadowerk and kicks him square in the face to keep him down.
Bob: You want to keep messing about and throwing trash in our way, you know full well how trash gets taken out around here.
Liam tightens the noose around Shadowerk’s neck and drags him over to the nearest turnbuckle tying the other end of the rope around the top rope.
Bob: Now you get a first hand demonstration of what happening to every piece of shit you throw in the way until we finally get Russell Wayne and can give him what he’s got coming! Liam… Do the honours!
Liam Cain dumps Shadowerk over the top rope, the fans gasp as he lands hard on the ring apron saving himself from being hanged, but it’s short lived as he gets kicked off the ring apron to swing.
Bob: Take a good look! You don’t think we’re serious? For months this man has been passed over! Despite being the number one contender to every singles title in IIW he keeps being dodged and ducked and we’re tired of the weakest, dumbest opponents in IIW. Bring us the best!
This whole time Shadowerk is turning purple in the face, his eyes bulging, feet mere centimeters from the floor. His hands desperately grasp for relief on the ring apron only to get kicked off by Cain and grab hopelessly at the rope around his neck.
Bob: Take a good look, you ignored us when we hung Blade, you keep ignoring us and you’ll be the one swinging! IIW isn’t a haven for the weak. Only the strong are going to survive here and it’s time someone started making sure of it!
While Bob is sermonizing in the ring security starts to rush down to the ring trying to jump in and grab Liam, while others grab at Shadowerks legs hoping it’s not to late, trying to get him down. Noticeably absent is the Commander.
Bob: Take a look and admire the handwork of a real outlaw who isn’t afraid to take matters into his own hands!
Unable to get the noose from around Shadowerk’s neck they cut him off the turnbuckle and unload his unconscious frame onto a stretcher. Liam smirks watching his handwork getting rolled off into the back and Bob takes a bow to a chorus of boos at what amounts to their attempted murder.
Match seven
Singles Match
Brandon Hendrix vs The King of Extreme” Crush
Scott James- What a night we have had thus far Ladies and Gentlemen and we’re happy to have you back.
Mike Fisher- We have Brandon Hendrix and IIW UK Champion Crush in the ring already and they’re ready to get at it.
*Bell Rings*
The match kicks off with Crush and Brandon Hendrix throwing huge lefts and rights back and forth. Crush gets the better of the situation with a big right haymaker and Irish whips Brandon Hendrix into the corner and follows up with a huge clothesline. Crush spends too much time enjoying the beating he us laying on. Brandon Hendrix recovers and nails Crush with a series of right hands and has Crush staggered, He hits Crush with a huge belly to belly overhead Suplex.
Mike Fisher- What a match these two have two have come to put on this evening.
Scott James- Do you hear these people mike? It’s crazy in here right now. The crowd doesn’t care who to cheer for, they’re enjoying this match!
Brandon Hendrix stomps Crush a few times before picking him up and tossing him into the ropes and goes for a big boot to the face but Crush ducks and nails Hendrix with a bone rattling German Suplex. Crush picks him up and hits him with a superman punch.
Mike James- SUPERMAN PUNCH!!!!! Brandon Hendrix is still standing after that? How?!
Crush hits Brandon Hendrix with a superkick and he drops to the mat, Crush falls into a pin.
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Mike Fisher- Brandon Hendrix kicked out of all that? Man, he’s tough as nails Scott.
Crush throws Brandon Hendrix the outside of the ring in frustration and makes his way to the outside of the ring as well. Hendrix nails Crush with a headbutt as Crush tried to slam him again. Hendrix follows up with two more massive headbutts and stuns Crush. He hooks the arms of Crush and drops him with the Death Charge face first directly onto the floor. Crush is lifeless and Hendrix is laying on the floor with barely a movement in him. The crowd begins to chant ‘Holy Sh*t’
Scott James- DEATH CHARGE, DEATH CHARGE Mike directly onto the floor! No way Crush can continue.
Mike Fisher- What in the world is he going to do with him on the floor though? If that happened in the ring this thing is over.
Brandon Hendrix rolls into the ring at the count of 6 and lays in the middle of the ring. At the count of 9.9999 Crush effortlessly rolls his way into the ring. The two men meet in the middle of the ring on their knees and continue throwing bombs at each other but sluggishly. Crush gets the better of the situation with a forearm smash. Crush stands up and hits Hendrix with a superkick before picking him up and hitting him with Extremely Devastating!
Mike Fisher- This thing has got to be over Scott. No way Brandon Hendrix kicks out of that.
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Scott James- He got his shoulder up at the count of three that was insane Mike! Almost looked like it was a 3 count it was that close! What a match!
Crush stands up off the mat to beat the referees 10 count and grabs Hendrix and stands him up and bounces off the ropes and hits Hendrix with The Bone Crusher but Hendrix hooks his arms at the same time and drops him with another Death Charge. Both men lay on the canvas as the referee begins his 10 count.
Scott James- Both men have taken each other’s best moves all night long!! I can’t believe that reversal by Brandon Hendrix with the Death Charge!
Mike Fisher- Yea but at what cost? It’s hard to tell who took the worst of that Crush still connected with his signature finisher The Bone Crusher.
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Both men slowly make their way to the their feet both looking weary after the onslaught they’ve both taken.
Suddenly the 5 Masked men from the previous week hit the ring led by the now uncovered Jason Fenix!
They lay into both men as they beat away at them leaving the referee no option but to call for the Bell!
Two of the men hoist Crush up while the other two orchesterated by Jason Fenix send Brandon Hendrix to the outside
A Modified 3D is hit on Crush while the other two powerbomb Brandon Hendrix through the announce table.
Mike Fisher: WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE AGAIN
Scott James: THIS PLACE IS OUT OF CONTROL AT TH MOMENT
Jason Fenix smirks at the crowd before leading the men out of the back
Scott JAmes: I just don’t know why they’re here!
Out in the parking lot, a limousine with The American flag on the side sits in the parking lot. After a few moments, the driver steps out and opens the door, and stepping out of the car is former IIW superstar Chris Hawkins The President Of Pro Wrestling. He fixes up his suit as an IIW security guard walks up to him.
Security: We found him, sir; he was down in the basement. It wasn’t easy to subdue him. He injured multiple Security guards, but we’ve got him.
Chris Hawkins: Don’t worry. The American people appreciate your sacrifice, and our great health system will cover your injuries. Now put him in my limousine, so I can get him the help he needs.
On cue, a group of security drag someone who’s has been tied together with zip ties and a blood bag over his face.
Chris Hawkins: Stop fighting. This is for your own good.
Chris Hawkins delivers a devastating punch to the individual that knocks him out, and Security is able to easily dump him into the limousine. Chris Hawkins pays the security an undisclosed amount of money before stepping back into his limousine and tapping on the roof to motion the driver to go, and the limousine speeds out of the parking lot.
The camera switches to the commentary table.
Scott James: That was Chris Hawkins, what a surprise!
Mike Fisher: I’m glad to see him around too, but I’m almost sure we just witnessed a kidnapping, and I would like to know who that was that was taken off IIW property.
Scott James: Don’t be a Debby the downer; I’m sure The President had a good reason for their actions.
Mike Fisher: If you say so Scott but I guess will have to wait and see, but it’s time for the next match.
TV Championship Match
TJ Alexander Vs Anthony Phoenix (c)
Scott James- Well Mike, we’re nearing the end of the evening and what a night of matches we have had yet to this point.
Mike Fisher- You’re not wrong Scott, everyone in this arena feels the same way! Yet we’re not done yet, next up we have our TV Championship Match with Anthony Phoenix defending his crown against number one contender TJ Alexander.
Scott James- I’m just as excited for this one as the fans are. I’m on the edge of my seat for this one.
Alice Goldier finishes up announcing the challenger and champion and the referee calls for the bell
**Bell Rings**
TJ and Phoenix circle each other around the ring waiting for the right moment to grapple. Alexander gets the upper hand of a grappling scramble and has Phoenix on the mat in a headlock. Phoenix gets to his feet and shoots TJ into the ropes and drills him with a spinning wheel kick on the return. With TJ down and grazed Phoenix heads to the top rope for what looks to be the Frog Splash. TJ rolls out of the ring and does a lap forcing Phoenix to come off the ropes. TJ slides into the ring and counters a right hand from Phoenix with a beautiful Enzugiri.
Scott James- Both men seem to be going move for move at this point and no one is really garnering the upper hand.
Mike Fisher- Who cares Scott, we’re minutes into this thing, and do you hear this place?
TJ picks up Phoenix and hits him with a series of strikes ending with a European Uppercut leading into a Russian leg sweep and goes for the cover.
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Phoenix makes a clean easy kickout at 2 and TJ begins right back to work. TJ hits a sling blade on Alexander and as he is down attempts to lock in the Sharpshooter, but Phoenix rolls out of the ring.
Mike Fisher- LOOK OUT!
TJ comes flying over the top rope with a Tope Con Hilo and crashes right into Phoenix. Both men are down but Phoenix definitely got the worse end and TJ is back to his feet and in the ring while the referee begins his ten count.
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Phoenix breaks the referees count at 8 by rolling underneath the bottom rope. TJ heads across the ring to being beating down the champion some more when Phoenix wisely tosses TJ outside of the ring and reigns down 3 right hands before hooking him for the Fisherman Suplex onto the floor. Phoenix immediately pick TJ up and tosses him into the ring and climbs the top rope. Phoenix jumps off and nails TJ with the Somersault Corkscrew Senton and covers.
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TJ kicks out at the very last second as the crowd is going wild in appreciation of the two stars leaving it all in the ring.
Scott James- I thought this match was over there for certain.
Phoenix picks up TJ in frustration as he can’t believe he just kicked out and sets him up for his own finisher ‘Game Over’
Mike Fisher- There’s no way he’s going to end the match with TJ’s finisher!
Scott James- It certainly appears that way doesn’t it Mike?
Phoenix picks TJ up in preparation for Game Over and TJ wiggles his way out and kicks Phoenix right square in the gut and he hooks the arms of Phoenix and picks him up and drops him with Game Over! Phoenix is down and barely moving, and TJ falls on top of him.
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Scott James- Are you kidding me? He kicked out of that.
Mike Fisher- I thought TJ had this game set and match after that! How far are these guys going to go tonight?
Scott James- I have a funny feeling we’re going to find out Mike. Neither man is moving, and the referee looks like he’s going to begin his ten count. It appears he is just checking in on the status of these men.
Back inside the ring Phoenix stares down Hart before turning his attention back to TJ who’s made it back to his feet, Phoenix goes for a sling blade but TJ dodge a and goes for a super kick but Phoenix moves out the way at the last minute and hits a ddt laying out Alexander.
Shaun Hart: Get your ass up TJ!
Mike Fisher: Not looking good.
Phoenix head to the top of the turnbuckle as TJ lays lifeless on the mat. He stands up and then launches as he hits a frog splash right on top of TJ who’s rolls close to the ropes, Pheonix hooks the leg.
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Thr….. NO Shaun Hart pulls the referee out the ring and the begin to argue. Phoenix gets up frustrated as he looks out at Shaun. Why the referee back is turned TJ Alexander sneaks up on Phoenix and hits a low blow that brings Phoenix down to his knees.
Mike Fisher: This is Bullshit by Shaun Hart right now.
Scott James: Shaun giving TJ the opening he needed.
TJ kicks Phoenix in the stomach and hits THE GAME OVER (Angel Wings) in the center of the ring. Shaun Hart points to inside the ring as the referee slide back inside as TJ Alexander goes for the cover.
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Mike Fisher: Not this way god damn it.
Three but no PHOENIX KICKS OUT. Shaun Hart starts kicking at the ring and the match continues.
Scott James: The TV Champion not going down.
TJ Alexander slaps the ring in frustration, he picks Phoenix up and sets him on top of the turnbuckle. He lifts himself up and sets Phoenix up for another Angel wings but from the top turnbuckle.
Mike Fisher: My God what height this is about to be.
TJ Alexander lifts and hits The The Game Over from the top and plants Phoenix on the mat with devastating impact. He turns him over and goes for the pin again.
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The referee rings the bell and raises TJ Alexander hand in the air before presenting him with the Television Championship.
Mike Fisher: Great effort by Phoenix but the odds were stacked against him tonight.
Scott James: Doesnt look like his night is over.
Shaun Hart steps into the ring with a microphone and stands over the lifeless Phoenix.
Shaun Hart: Listen to me, you stupid son of a bitch, I’m tired of the disrespect and I’m tired of letting low life like you get away for it, so next Mayhem your going one on one with me!
Shaun Hart drops the mic on Phoenix chest and begins to exit the ring and walks up the ramp with a huge smile on his face.
Scott James: Did Shaun Hart just say he going to step into the ring for the first time ever?
Mike Fisher: Thats what it sounds like me James. Phoenix vs Shaun Hart next Mayhem, I can’t wait.
Jenny Fletcher steps out to ringside.
Jenny Fletcher: Erm Guys, this isn’t how we do things around here… As you can clearly see…. RE ROLL THE FOOTAGE!
Thr….. NO Shaun Hart pulls the referee out the ring and the begin to argue. Phoenix gets up frustrated as he looks out at Shaun. Why the referee back is turned TJ Alexander sneaks up on Phoenix and hits a low blow that brings Phoenix down to his knees.
Jenny Fletcher: Quite obviously… There was mischief and mayhem involved in order to change the TV Title… So team… get the belt!
The FWO all suited up walks out and grabs the belt off TJ Alexander and returns it to Jenny Fletcher
Jenny Fletcher: So what do we do now?….Well at KKND we will have ANTHONY PHOENIX VS TJ ALEXANDER…. IN A DOG COLLAR MATCH!!!!!
Main Event Match
Tag Team Championship
Chris Page and Thaddeus Duke (Outsiders) vs Team Friendship (c)
“Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IIW World tag Team Championship!”
The crowd responds with a massive ovation!
“Introducing first, representing CCPE, first he is an ICON, a legendary figure within professional wrestling… he is making his IIW debut… “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE! His partner, he is a prodigy of Professional Wrestling, he is LIONHEART… He is THADDEUS DUKE!”
The ovation grows as Thaddeus Duke struts out to the top of the ramp in gear inspired by the late “Bad Guy” while he’s followed by Chris Page who is in gear similar to that of “Big Sexy” yet where one might see nWo lettering is represented by CCPE as they reach the top of the ramp. The duo stand at the top of the ramp as they “too sweet” each other before starting to make the walk towards the ring.
Mike Fisher: I’ve heard really good things about these guys Scott, they’re going from federation to federation sweeping up belts!
Page and Duke reach ringside where Thad climbs up on the ring apron where he steps through the ropes while Chris Page makes his way up the steel steps. Thad does a “Bad Guy” pose while Page steps through the ropes. Duke and Page remove their ring jackets and await their opponents.
“And their opponents…”
“They are the IIW World Tag Team Champions, RUSSELL WAYNE and CURTIS! TEAM FRIENDSHIP!”
The ovation is unreal for Team Friendship as they emerge out to the top of the ramp locking eyes on Page and Thaddeus. They start to make the walk to the ring as pyro shoots off. They tag hands on the way to the ring,
Mike Fisher: Wait a minute…Curtis was serious?! Look what he has in his arms?!
Curtis is beaming widely as he walks down to the ring, Russell by his side. Curtis holds in his arms a fairly large wrapped box. It has silver ribbon with a bow on top, the wrapping paper is pink wrapping paper with smiling Russell, Curtis, and John Tolly heads on it mixed in with unicorns and Team Friendship logos, #stayblessed and #tryyourbest all over it. They get to the end of the ramp and Chris and Thad are just looking at each other very confused. Russell steps between the beaming Curtis and the ring and points at the box and then at Thad. He then points to his left ring finger. Thad has a brief look of comprehension on his face and then puts his face in his palm, shaking his head as he does so. He is almost laughing as he looks back towards Russell and Curtis and nods and points towards the announce table, instructing them to put it over there. Curtis makes his way around the ring and places it next to the announce table, in front of the time-keeper.
Scott James: Wow…Curtis actually did it…Curtis actually gave Thad a wedding present. I guess we shouldn’t be surprised if Curtis actually does invite Thad and Page to the Team Friendship locker-room for Capri Sun after the match.
Mike Fisher: At this point Scott, I wouldn’t be surprised of anything that Curtis does for friendship.
Scott James: Well we always say we have the best talent here in the IIW and i’m sure they’re about to prove that once and again!
Team Friendship hit the ring where they each hoist up their tag titles in the direction of the challengers. They pass off the titles to the referee as the music fades away leaving nothing but a solid ovation from the crowd. The referee holds up the titles for all to see before passing them out to the time keeper. Chris Page and Thad talk over some last minute strats before “too sweeting” one more time. Page steps out to the apron while across the ring Russell and Curtis are pow-powing before a double high five followed by Russell stepping out to the arpon as we are now set for the bell.
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Duke and Curtis walk out towards the center of the ring as the Manchester crowd is red hot without a lockup even taking place. They circle each other and before they lock up Curtis offers his hand for a handshake. Thad looks at the extended hand, then back at Curtis as he yanks a toothpick from behind his ear and flicks it in Curtis’s face. Curtis isn’t happy as he draws his hand back while Thad runs both hands through his hair, they look to lock up with Thaddeus taking a side headlock. He cranks on the head of Curtis before being backed up against the ropes, Curtis shoots Thad across the ring with an Irish Whip, Thad bounces off the near side where he runs over Curtis with a running shoulder block.
Duke charges towards the ropes where he bounces off the near side, Curtis rolls over to his chest, Duke leaps over Curtis where he bounces off the far side, Curtis pops up to his feet where he leap frogs over Duke sending him bouncing off the near side a second time where he catches Duke with a Japanese Armdrag! Curtis knips back up to his feet followed by Thad who is caught with a side headlock takeover by Curtis which forces Duke’s shoulders to the mat.
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Duke rolls a shoulder up off the mat while Curtis maintains the side headlock. The referee asks Duke to surrender; which, come on… but he has a job to do. Curtis cranks on the head of Duke as we see Thad start to work his way up to one knee before stepping up to his feet. He looks for a side suplex, Curtis uses the momentum to flip over Thad landing on his feet and when Duke spins around Curtis snatches a second side headlock where he snaps Duke back over to the mat forcing his shoulders down!
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Duke rolls the shoulder up off the mat while Curtis as a smile on his face.
Mike Fisher: I think Thaddeus here is finding out things may be a little harder than they imagined
Duke starts to work his way back to his feet where he backs up in the ropes this time latching onto the top rope. The referee calls for the break, it’s given as Curtis backs out towards the center of the ring followed by Thad who immediately slaps the smirk off his face! Duke follows up with a boot to the midsection doubling over Curtis, he raises him up where he chops him across the sternum with a knife-edge chop before driving him back into a neutral corner!
Duke lays in shoulder blocks to the midsection of Curtis as the referee lays the five-count. Duke backs away at four with both hands up. He rushes towards Curtis who lands a reverse elbow rocking Duke towards the center of the ring. Curtis explodes out from the corner and into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker by Duke! He presses the cover!
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Curtis escapes the near falls as Duke quickly transitions into a rear chin lock.
Scott James: My god I thought we’d lost the titles then!
The referee asks Curtis to surrender, he refuses as Duke applies more pressure. He’s asked a second time and refuses a second time before starting to work his way back up to his feet. He turns into the chin lock where he’s able to back Duke up into the ropes where Russell makes the blind tag as Curtis shoots Thad across the ring, Thad bounces off the far side, Curtis drops down to his chest as Russell enters the ring, Thad leaps over Curtis but into a standing dropkick by Russell! The crowd pops as Russell pops back up to his feet where he immediately picks Thad up off the mat where rocks him with several forearm shots before looking to deliver a running lariat, Duke ducks sending Russell bouncing off the ropes and into an overhead release belly to belly suplex from the Lionheart who makes his way back to his feet where he turns towards his corner and makes the tag to Chris Page.
There’s a solid ovation from the crowd which breaks out into a “CCP! CCP! CCP!” chant from the crowd as he steps through the ropes. Russell gets back to his feet where he looks across the ring at a new opposition. Page spits in his right palm before rubbing both palms together.
Mike Fisher: I’m very suprised the fans have taken a big shine to CCP already though Scott!
Scott James: The man just oozes charisma, he’s like the anti you Mike!
Russell and Page start to circle each other and as Russell’s back is to Thad we see Duke slip into the ring blasting Wayne from behind! The referee immediately repremands Duke as Page takes control with a boot to the midsection before unloading with a series of right hands mixed with knife-edge chops across the chest as he takes Russell back into a neutral corner. He lays in several reverse elbows to the jaw before bringing Russell out of the corner with a snapmare takeover. Page backs up into the turnbuckles before running forward flipping over Wayne while snapping his neck forward.
Page is back to his feet where he turns towards Curtis and extends him his middle finger that generates a mixed reception from the crowd.
Chris turns his attention back towards Russell as he reaches down to pick him up off the mat only to have the pick-up countered with a jaw breaker! Russell steps back up to his feet where he ducks a right hand from Page while countering with a Side Suplex! Wayne gets back to his feet where he picks Page up off the mat hurling him into the corner housing Curtis. Russell comes forward tagging Curtis back in as he brings Page out from the corner delivering a back breaker. He holds him across his knee as Curtis climbs up to the top rope where he comes off the top with a leg drop across the throat of Page knocking him off Russell’s back breaker positioning.
Russell is out to the apron as Curtis makes a cover.
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CCP escapes with a kick out.
Mike Fisher: This is what we love about the IIW Scott, the back and forth, the competitiveness, it really is like a drug Scott, people just can’t get enough!
Curtis is back to his feet where he picks Page up, he takes him back into the ropes where he fires him across the ring, Page reverses and it’s Curtis who bounces off the ropes ducking under a Page lariat where he puts on the brakes, Page spins arounds where Curtis lands a Superkick to the right knee of Page knocking it out from under CCP taking him to one knee where he looks to deliver a second Superkick to the chin! Page catches the foot and transitions into an Ankle Lock submission! The referee is in position asking Curtis to surrender!
Curtis refuses to give up as the crowd starts to rally behind him while Page cranks away on the ankle!
Curtis starts to crawl towards the ropes only to be yanked back out towards the center of the ring. He starts to crawl towards the ropes for a second time only this time Curtis rolls through the Ankle Lock which sends Page spilling out to the floor through the ropes! Curtis bounces off the far side where he gains a full head of steam with a Suicide Dive through the ropes onto Page!
Curtis picks up Page where he hurls him back into the ring. He climbs up on the ring apron where he follows up with a slingshot DDT! The crowd is on fire for Curtis as he executes the cover on CCP!
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Chris shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a gasp from the crowd. Curtis gets back to a vertical base where he picks Page up, he twists the right arm of CCP before pulling him back towards the corner that houses Russell. Russell tags back in where he steps through the ropes taking the twisted arm from Curtis as he twists it again before running shoulder blocks to the twisted arm and shoulder of Page only to see Page break the grip by yanking Wayne down to the mat with a handful of hair!
Wayne pops back up to his feet where he’s thumbed in the eye by CCP!
The crowd boos Page as drives Russell back into the corner housing Thaddeus. Duke tags in and enters the ring while Page pins Wayne into the buckles with his shoulder as Thad unloads with piston like right hands! Shot after shot as the referee lays the count to Page who escapes out to the ring apron at the four count,
Mike Fisher: Those former cheers have really swapped round now, but really how could anyone root against my Nephew Curtis?
Duke brings Russell out from the corner with a short arm lariat! The crowd boos Duke as he starts delivering a Garvin Stomp to the arms, shoulders, ribs, legs all the way around the body of Russell Wayne! Duke runs towards the ropes where he delivers a springboard moonsault! He makes the cover to Russell!
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Russell kicks out to a huge ovation from the crowd which diverts back into massive boos upon Thaddeus hammering away with right hands to the forehead. He steps back up to his feet where turns towards Curtis and spits in his direction which brings him into the ring where he’s cut off by the referee. It’s with the back of the referee turned that Page re-enters the ring joining Thaddeus as they stomp away at Wayne!
Page reaches down picking up Wayne as he sets him up delivering a Shatter Machine!
CCP slips out to the floor with Duke making a cover hooking the near leg. The official gets Curtis out to ring apron before turning around seeing the cover. He slides into position making the count.
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Russell kicks out to another ovation from the crowd. Out on the apron Curtis climbs up on the middle rope as he rallies the crowd to further get behind Wayne as we see Thad get back to a vertical base. He reaches down picking up Russell where he rocks him with a European Uppercut that sends Wayne back into the ropes. Duke looks to clothesline Wayne out to the floor only to find himself elevated over the top rope and sent crashing down to the floor with a back body drop!
Wayne drops down to the mat where he rolls out to the floor.
He picks Thaddeus up off the padding where he drives him lower back first into the ring apron. Russell brings Thad forward off the apron where he drives him lower back first into the apron a second time! Russell locks in a front face lock before snapping off a suplex on the floor! He pops back up to his feet where he picks up Thaddeus and tosses him back into the ring.
Scott James: The team work from Russell and Curtis really has improved 10 fold over the months hasn’t it Mike?
Mike Fisher: Really has, now just need to see Russell and Curtis cut out those certain accidents that seem to follow them around
Russell slides back into the ring where he tags in Curtis before picking Thaddeus up off the mat. He sets him up for a Powerbomb! Duke is hoisted up in the air into a Powerbomb/Backstabber combination with Wayne delivering the powerbomb into Curtis who lands the backstabber! He makes the cover!
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Duke shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a huge gasp from the crowd!!
Mike Fisher: I was convinced we had retained the titles then Scott!
Scott James: What do you mean We?
Curtis gets back to his feet as the crowd roars loudly. He makes his way towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron. Curtis starts scaling the turnbuckles up to the top ropes. In the ring we see Thaddeus starting to get to one knee while Page comes down the apron of the ring causing enough of a distraction to allow Thad to start to his feet. He rushes towards the turnbuckles where he leaps up to the top rope while in on solid motion locks in a front face lock before snapping off a Superplex!
The crowd responds with an ovation as both men lay on the mat for several moments until Thaddeus rolls over draping his right arm over the chest of Curtis.
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Curtis kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd! Thaddeus doesn’t waste any time as he rolls off Curtis grabbing him by the leg as he rolls under the ropes and out to the floor. Duke yanks Curtis towards a ring post where he wraps the right leg around the post! He snatches the leg a second time where he drives it into the ring post a second time!
Duke takes the legs of Curtis where he locks in a Figure Four around the ring post! Curtis screams out in sheer pain as the official lays the count to Thad from inside the ring! The referee reaches his four-count before Duke releases the hold as to not get themselves disqualified. Thad reaches his feet where he climbs back up on the ring apron, he steps through the ropes where he tags Page back into the match. CCP steps through the ropes where he picks Curtis up where he takes a back waist lock! Page lands a German Suplex! He rolls through picking himself and Curtis up off the mat where a second German Suplex is delivered! He rolls through picking himself and Curtis up off the mat where he delivers a third and final release German Suplex! Page pops back up to his feet where he calls for the PAGE PLANT!
The crowd responds as Page sizes up Curtis who starts pushing himself up to his feet. Page comes forward driving a boot to the midsection doubling over Curtis. He underhooks the arms but before he can deliver the Page Plant we see Curtis reverse with a back body drop! Curtis staggers towards his corner where Wayne tags back in! Page scurries back to his feet where he runs into Russell who drives a boot into the midsection before hooking up Page! He hoists him up in the air before spiking him head first down into the canvass with a brainbuster! Wayne floats over into the cover hooking the near leg.
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Thaddeus Duke yanks Russell off the cover to a massive gasp from the crowd!
Mike Fisher: HOW THE HELL DID THADDEUS GET THERE IN TIME????
The referee admonishes Duke as he steps back out to the apron. Russell gets back to his feet where he picks Page up, he scoops Page up where he delivers a running powerslam to Page! Russell tags Curtis back into the match as he scales the turnbuckles where he reaches the top rope! Curtis leaps off the top with a Diving Elbow drop across the throat of Page! The Manchester crowd is on fire as Curtis gets back to his feet. He steps out to the ring apron where he sizes up Page who slowly starts to stir. He begins to work his way back up to his feet where we see Curtis Springboard off the Top Rope looking for a flying forearm! Page counters with a Code Breaker! The crowd pops huge with the move as Curtis and CCP now lay on the mat motionless as the referee is forced to lay the count to both men. Both men lay on the mat as the referee’s count reaches six before Page slowly starts to stir as he rolls over draping an arm over the chest of Curtis.
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Curtis kicks out to a huge roar from the sold out crowd.
Mike Fisher: Come on Curtis!!
Scott James: Nothing like a bit of favourtism is there?
The referee starts to lay the count back to both men as each start to slowly crawl towards their corners where two fresh partners eagerly await with hands extended towards the ring. The referee hits a five count as both men make the tags! In comes Russell and Thaddeus respectfully as they start trading right hands which see’s Russell take the upperhand as drives Duke back into the ropes, he shoots him across the ring, Thaddeus bounces off the nearside where he ducks under a lariat from Wayne, Duke bounces off the near side where he looks for a flying cross body block!
Wayne catches Duke in midair as he holds him in position before delivering a Fallaway Slam! Russell sits up on the canvass as he wipes his hands together as a omage to the “Bad Guy” before getting back up to his feet. He reaches down picking Thaddeus up off the mat where he puts him in position for a powerbomb. He hoists Thad up in the air before taking him up in an Outsider’s Edge! Thad starts kicking his legs frantically as he is able to use the momentum to slip down to the mat. Russell spins around into a HEATSEEKER SUPERKICK attempt! The crowd pops as he catches the right boot of Duke! He spins Thad around in a 180 degee turn where he latches onto a back waist lock as he runs Thad into the ropes before rolling him up!
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Duke escapes with a kickout! Russell is the first to his feet where he bounces off the ropes where he looks to deliver a straight mafia kick to Duke! Thad throws his head out of the way at the final second! Duke steps up to his feet where he catches Russell with the HEATSEEKER!
Mike Fisher: I unfortunately think this one is over
Scott James: It’s not looking good
Duke drops down into the cover on Russell!
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Curtis dives on top of Duke breaking the cover to a thunderous ovation from the crowd as this IIW Tag Team Championship match will continue. The referee gets Curtis back out to the ring apron while we see Thaddeus getting back to his feet.
Mike Fisher: YES COME ON CURTIS!
Russell wearily gets back to his feet and sets Thaddeus up for the LAST RESORT, Thaddeus fights out of it pushing Russell back into his corner knocking Curtis off the ring side as he does ANOTHER HEATSEEKER!!!!
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Mike Fisher: I DONT BELIEVE IT!!!!
Scott James: We have new tag team champions!!!!!!
“The IIW is going to die because of Bob Mitchell. I know that. The IIW has cancer, because of Bob Mitchell. [You know, what you have to do, don’t you?] Mitchell’s gonna kill it. And the kind of cancer, Mitchell gave the IIW, is the slow eating kind of cancer. [Oh I have to do something…] It’s not quick […that even I will regret] I’m not gonna let Bob Mitchell kill, what I’ve created. This is what I build [me] the IIW is mine. [you can do it] It’s mine. I created it. [oh yeah] I’M NOT GONNA LET BOB MITCHELL KILL, what I created. [you can do it] because [It’s gotta be done] I’m going to KILL, WHAT I’VE CREATED! [Your not gonna put me out of it] I’M GONNA KILL [everything yours] I’M GONNA KILL MY CREATION! [it must have come to an end] I’m going to inject the IIW with a lethal dose of poison. IF ANYBODY’S GONNA KILL MY CREATION, I’M GONNA DO IT! Me and the VAUGHAN SUPREMECY
The Camera pans out to the 5 men stood behind Osh.
