Mike Fisher: WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT MAYHEM LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!!!!
Scott James: Tonight card is another loved one with many big implications leading up to KKND.
Mike Fisher: That’s right Scott but the first match in the card is the newly signed talent Adam Willaims taking on Nick Hart.
Scott James: I can’t wait to see why Adam Williams brings to the table after last Mayhem when he so vocal about himself and his plan here in IIW.
Mike Fisher: Well you won’t have to wait long because Nick is already in the ring as he waits on his opponent.
“The Path to Decay” by Sirenia plays over the arena.
Adam walks out of the curtain 35 seconds into the Gothic and beautiful sound of his theme, wearing a leather vest, as the lights flicker black and white to the beat of the music as small, yet intense fireballs sporadically shoot from the side of the stage to the beat of the opening synthesizers at the 37 and 42 second mark. He points to himself, shouting things to boost his confidence as he walks to the left and then right of the stage.
Ring Annoucer: Makkng his way to the ring, he weighs in at 225lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania I give you The Specialist Adam Williams!!!!!
He makes his way back to the middle of the stage and makes his way to the ring, diving in with a sinister smirk on his face. He walks to the closest turnbuckle to the announce table and climbs to the top rope, looking the crowd over with his arms raised, before jumping off tossing his vest to the outside official and positioning himself in the middle of the ring.
*Bell Rings*
Adam and Nick meet in the center of the ring, Adam puts his hand out for a shake to show sportsmanship but Nic slaps it away and Adam smirks and just shrugs his shoulders before hitting Nick with a quick punch.
Mike Fisher: I bet Nick would’ve preferred that handshake now.
Scott James: Can you blame the guy, he’s been one one of the worst losing streaks in IIW history.
Adam follows up with acloseline and brings Nick down to the mat; Adam 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 witha big boot. Nick drops back down to the mat.
Mike Fisher: Adams is putting in a great work in his debut match.
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 Adam scoops him for a power slam and then bounces off the ropes to hit a big splash on Nick. Adam gets up and starts kicking at Nicks head before pulling up the hair and slings Nick into the corner and meet him with an elbow to the face, followed up by an enzguri!
Scott James: I see why they call him the specialist now.
He now puts Nick on his shoulder into a firearm carry position he spins him around before hitting the finisher “The Lost Hope” (TKO)!!!!
Adam flips Nick over and goes for the cover as the referee gets in position.
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Two..
Three.
Mike Fisher: Great debut for Adam Williams, this guy is going to be a threat for all the Champions.
Scott James: Another loss for Nick Hart tonight, I hope Shaun goes easy on him.
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner by pinfall The Specialist Adam Willians!!!!
Scott: This is going to be an old school brawl and I can’t wait.
The referee calls for the bell as Knox and Ace circle one another, staring daggers into the other man. Lunging in, Knox attempts to grab the waist of Ace, but Robert jumps back to dodge before attempting a clothesline that Knox manages to duck under. Ace is able to halt his momentum, but turns around into a lariat,
Mike: Knox getting the upper hand here early with that nasty lariat.
Kipping up, Robert awaits Knox to reach a vertical base before flinging him across the ring with a hip toss, the momentum from which nearly causes Knox to slide under the bottom rope and to the outside. Standing once more, Knox manages to sidestep an oncoming charging clothesline attempt from Ace, who bounces back off the ropes and into the waiting arms of his Brooklyn native opponent, who clutches him around the waist and drops him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.
Knox: What a suplex from Knox there. Nearly tossed Ace to the other side of the rind with ease.
Scott: Knox putting that strength to good use. Ace knows that he’s in for a battle here.
Kipping up, Knox runs at a still grounded Ace and leaps into the air, connecting with a senton bomb, causing Ace to grab at his chest in agony before Knox manages to obtain a grasp of both wrists. lifting his boot, he delivers a stomp to the chest of the Dutchman, releasing his grip so that he can guide Robert to the mat. He drops down for the pin.
1… Kickout.
Mike: Still way too early for a pin attempt here.
Staring across at the referee, Knox rises as he tugs Ace up by the right hand before applying an arm wringer. Wrenching on the arm, he attempts to reel Robert in for a clothesline but the Dutch native is able to instead pull him in and send him to the mat with a drop toe hold. A loud thud is heard as the hard nosed wrestler’s body connects with the canvas. Slowly making his way to his feet, Robert measures up his opponent before toe kicking him in the ribcage once he begins to rise to his knees, following up with a knee drop to the center of his chest.
Mike: That kick had enough power behind it to cave in Knox’s chest.
Scott: Knox is a tough dude though. I’m sure he’s had worse delivered to him.
Grabbing Knox’s head, Ace applies a rear chinlock, driving his knee into Knox’s back to increase the pressure of the hold. Reaching upward, Knox is able to escape the hold with a jawbreaker that staggers Ace, then turns to hit a roundhouse kick which Ace is able to duck. Grabbing Knox as he spins around, Ace hoists his opponent into the air and delivers a belly-to-back suplex, rolling through into an elbow drop to the middle of the chest. Ace then attempts a pin.
1… Kickout
Mike: Ace had to know that wasn’t going to be enough. You can’t keep someone as tough as Knox down that easily.
Scott: I’m sure he did, but wants to make him exert more energy.
Powering Ace off him, Knox is able to slowly make his way to all fours before pushing himself off the mat, swatting away a running knee attempt by Ace with a chop block, causing Robert to slam back first into the mat. He manages to sit up, but is sent back into a supine position by a stiff toe kick that slaps against his chest, causing his face to contort into a wince.
Mike: Did you hear the impact on that one? Brutal.
Knox connects with a knee drop between Ace’s shoulder blades, before lifting him up and hitting a short arm clothesline, maintaining control of the wrist in order to deliver a sharp cross punch to Ace’s jaw before releasing the grip. Ace staggers before Knox sends him to the mat with a big boot, causing him to turn ninety degrees and land on his left shoulder. Rolling him over, Knox bends down before trapping Ace’s arm with his own and applying a crossface.
Mike: Knox has the crossface applied expertly and Ace has nowhere to go.
Scott: Can he withstand the pain? His neck is being cranked back to the point where he will be feeling it tomorrow.
Mike: He might need a massage once this is through.
Screaming, Ace tries to scratch and claw his way toward the ropes but is only able to move about two inches before Knox torques back, causing Ace to fall to the mat. Arm outstretched and fingertips hovering above the canvas. Planting his hand on the mat, he is able to push upward and continue his slow, aching crawl to the ropes, aided by Knox deciding to release the hold.
Mike: He releases the hold there, saving Ace from more pain.
Scott: I think he knew Ace was going to reach the ropes and wants to prolong the punishment.
Knox stands back up, delivering a stomp to the small of Ace’s back before lifting him onto his shoulders. Slamming him down with a sit out scoop slam before hooking the legs for a pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Mike: Did he get him?
Scott: No. Not yet.
Mike: Ace is a tough SOB and lives to fight another day.
Frustrated, Knox stares at the ref. Holding up three fingers as he slowly gets into his face while the referee backs up. Turning, Knox raises his boot in an attempt to knock Ace down once again, though Ace sidesteps and grasps Knox’s arm, whipping him toward the ropes. Bending over, he elevates the returning Brooklyn native with a back body drop before turning and leaping into the air. Knox is able to roll out of the way of the resulting leg drop causing a gasp from Ace as he connects with the canvas.
Mike: Nobody home on that one.
Scott: Knox’s ring awareness on full display there.
Attempting a toe kick to Ace’s chest once more, Knox snarls but is flung over Ace’s body and sent head and chest first to the mat with a dragon screw.
Mike: Nice counter.
Ace then slowly rises, stomping down three times on the left calf of Knox before grabbing the leg and slamming it knee first into the mat. Grabbing the ankle, he attempts to do it for a second time, only for Knox to turn his body and use his free leg to kick Ace away from him and sit up… only for Ace to connect with a sudden sliding clothesline.
Mike: Did you feel that? Knox is sure to have whiplash.
Scott: I have whiplash and I’m not even a part of the action.
Rising, Ace grabs Knox by the head, measuring him for and hitting a knee drop across the face. Looking down at his writhing opponent, Ace delivers a second knee drop before hoisting him up and lifting him for a spinebuster, only for Knox to free himself with a Mongolian chop. Slightly disoriented, The Dutchman staggers, though is able to lift his boot in order to prevent Knox from clotheslining him down. Dropping into the pin, Ace nods his head to the referee’s count.
1… 2… 3
Mike: Three!
Scott: Robert Ace has done it! HE has pinned Knox in the center of the ring!
Following the contest between Knox and Robert Ace, the ring crew is hard at work trying to prepare the ring for the next match when the lights in the arena begin to flash. Turning their attention to the stage, the crowd is hushed in anticipation as the strains of an unfamiliar song begin to play over the speakers.
Mike: I don’t believe we were supposed to have anyone appearing right now.
Scott: We weren’t. Whoever this is has different plans, however.
Mike: I just want to know who he is. We saw an ominous video last week on IIW.com. Could this be the man from there?
The lyrics begin in the song, as the figure of a man can be seen on the stage. Attired in a black t-shirt, denim jeans and black leather boots. A scowl across his face, the man cuts an intimidating figure as he makes his way down the ramp, not paying any mind to the crowd in attendance. His focus is solely on the ring. Reaching ringside, he makes his way over to the steps. Walking up them, he then enters the ring before extending his right hand out, receiving a microphone from one of the crew members. He then slowly makes his way to the middle of the ring as the music begins to fade and just stands there in silence. Staring blankly out to the fans, as they have no idea how to react to this imposing figure. Raising the microphone to his lips, the man teases speaking before a sinister smile crosses his lips. He then turns to face the other side of the stadium, teasing opening his mouth once more. This time, he simply lowers the microphone before turning back to the side he was originally facing.
Mike: Is he going to talk? Or just tease us?
Scott: Who knows. Maybe he just wants people to know who he is.
Mike: It’d help if we could put a name to the face, don’t you think?
Scott: Yes, but we’ll see if he’s willing to give us his name.
The man holds his sinister smile, before raising the microphone once more, as the crowd begins to jeer. They want to know who this man is and the longer he is out here, the more time they could be spending watching the action. Watching wrestlers who they already know bring hard-hitting and fierce match ups to them.
Man: Time… Time is soon running out.
The man’s words send chills through the air as he chuckles.
Man: Soon, you will all know that the reaper has arrived and is calling for you. That everything you thought you knew, is about to turn to ash. Right before your very eyes.
The man’s gaze is icy as he looks out at the crowd. Their booing radiating throughout the air, yet his face remains stoic. Lifeless. As if he had expected them to react in this manner.
Man: It will be malicious when it happens… When it all falls down at my hands. My name is Kameron Yates. The one who shall bring about the ruination of all you stand for. Just as I did in high school. Just as I did in boxing. The result shall be the same here.
Upon hearing the man’s name, the commentators feel shivers running down their spines. They had heard about his reign over the high school wrestling scene in Iowa, as well as his boxing exploits and just how vicious the man can be in the ring.
Mike: Kameron Yates is here! Wow… This man is one of the most decorated athletes in high school wrestling history. Only lost once in high school.
Scott: I heard the loss was due to disqualification too. This is a massive get for the roster, that’s for sure.
Mike: You said it.
Kameron walks over to the ropes nearest the ramp and simply stares toward the stage.
Kameron: I hope you’re all ready… For the time is almost here.
Dropping the microphone, he rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back as the same music from earlier begins to play once more.
John Tolly [c] vs Sean Raines
Scott James- Well what a night of matches we have had to this point Mike. Thoughts on the evening so far?
Mike Fisher- Been a great start to the show for sure Scott but it’s only just begun. Next up we have the Hardcore Championship match between Sean Raines and Champion John Tolly with his first defense.
Blind by Korn hits the arena speakers as the fans anxiously await the arrival of the Hardcore Champion John Tolly, but no one steps out from behind the curtain. The music continues to play with confusion filling the arena.
Mike Fisher- What’s going on here? John Tolly not going to show for the first defense of his Hardcore Championship.
Scott James- He’ll be here, I have no doubt in that Mike.
A video appears on the big screen and the IIW cameramen have caught up with a fight backstage. Sean Raines has attacked John Tolly from behind with a steel chair on his way to the ring. John Tolly lays in the middle of the hallway on a cold concrete floor after being laid out by a steel chair shot to the back of the head.
Scott James- Well what a development this is. Sean Raines has kicked off this Hardcore match a little prematurely backstage.
Mike Fisher- The crazy thing about these matches Scott they can start and finish anytime and anywhere.
Sean Raines continues to lay a beating on John Tolly putting the boots to him before picking him up and dragging him down the hallway to the nearby concession area and throws him directly on top of the counter where customers are served and drags him all the way down it spilling beer all over the place before finally dropping him hard on the concrete floor. Tolly begins to get up off the beer covered floor and regain his senses and Raines slams him once more right square in the forehead with a steel chair.
Mike Fisher- Did you hear that?!? Look at the state of that chair Scott!
Scott James- What a sickening chair shot Mike and that one busted John Tolly wide open!
Tolly lays on the floor with blood pouring out of his head like a faucet all over himself and the floor. Sean Raines takes his time and seems to be happy about the punishment he is inflicting upon the Hardcore Champion. Raines goes over to pickup Tolly and continue the beating and Tolly immediately responds with right hands staggering Raines.
Scott James- John Tolly starting to show signs of life!
Mike Fisher- The heart of a champion you can call it Scott!
Tolly continues levelling Raines with big right hands and following him after each one. They arrive in an office area of the arena and the bloody Tolly bounces Raines head off the wall not once but twice before picking him up and dropping him to the concrete floor below with a body slam. Tolly picks up Raines and kicks him in the mid-section and attempts to drive Raines head through a pane glass window. Raines puts his foot on the wall to block and Tolly bounces his head off the wall twice more and finally slams Raines head through the pane glass window.
Mike Fisher- Well now Raines is busted wide open. That was a gruesome move by the Hardcore Champion.
Scott James- That would be why he is the champion! Tolly goes for the cover right there on the floor mike.
1..
2..
Mike Fisher- RAINES KICKS OUT! These men can’t continue much longer they’re both bleeding profusely!
Tolly brings Raines out to the production area in front of the crown and slams him off the barrier. Tolly panders to the crowd giving Raines time to recover. Raines Spears Tolly through the barricade to the ring. As Tolly lays there in writhing in pain Raines wastes no time setting up a table at ringside. He picks Tolly up and hits him with a few right hands before bringing him closer to the table and attempts a Rainmaker, but Tolly reverses and drops him back first on the floor. Tolly pulls out a steel chair and hits Raines across the back with it and drags him up onto the ring apron. Tolly kicks Raines in the stomach and attempts to set him up for the Champain dream DDT but Raines overpowers and hooks Tolly for the Rainmaker (Double Underhook Brainbuster) and signifies the end of the match with blood pouring down his face and chest.
Mike Fisher- These men are back and forth on the apron right above the table, this is nerve wracking and there’s nothing pretty about it!
Scott James- There NO WAY Sean Raines is going to drop John Tolly onto the table with a Rainmaker from the ring apron!! THIS IS INSANE!!
Mike Fisher- I agree Scott these men have both lost so much blood, truly giving it their all for the right to call themselves the IIW Hardcore Champion and the fans love every second of it!
Sean Raines drapes his arm over John Tolly in the ring as the referee counts
1….
2…..
3….
We have a new Hardcore champion!
As Sean Raines stands bloodied in the ring he waits as he helps John Tolly up to his feet, he looks at him and holds out his hand. John Tolly looks bemused before accepting and they both Shake hands
The bell rings to signify the end of the match and both John Tolly and Sean Raines are recuperating in the ring, preparing to head to the back. However before they can do so, from three separate areas of the crowd three men hop the guardrails and slide into the ring, surrounding Sean Raines. All three men are wearing dress shoes, dark tweed suit pants, white shirt and dark tie along with a waistcoat of the same colour. One of the men is wearing a long dark tweed coat too and it is he who steams at Raines, catching him with a vicious clothesline that sends him spinning toward another of the men, older looking with shaggy hair and a moustache. He kicks Raines in the gut, shoves his head under his arm and drops him with a sharp DDT.
John Tolly has now got to his feet and runs at the third man, who is quite a bit younger than the other two with a mop of strawberry blonde hair and a Baby-Face. He catches Tolly out of the corner of his eye and ducks a potential clothesline and counters with a back elbow. The two other men watch on as the elder one slides a prone Raines out of the ring with his foot. Baby-Face throws Tolly toward the moustached older man who also punishes him with a kick to the gut and sets him up for a Powerbomb, as he brings him down Baby-Face hits the ropes, jumps and grabs Tolly by the neck and the two drop him down in a Powerbomb / Neckbreaker combination.
The two men straighten up their shirt collars, ties and waistcoats, as the one wearing the long dark tweed coat asks for a microphone from ring announcer Alice Goldier. The crowd quieten down in anticipation as he paces from left to right, before bringing the microphone up to his mouth and speaking in a thick, British accent.
Tweed Coat: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Sebastian Hamilton… And these two men, are my brothers…
He turns and outstretches a hand towards the older man with the moustache.
Sebastian: Edward…
He then extends his arm to the younger brother.
Sebastian: And Benjamin… And we are The Hamilton Establishment.
Sebastian: I understand, now that we have made our introductions, the very next words on your lips will be why did we do, what we have just done…? Well let me be frank and clarify that nothing we do here or in the future is personal. We have no narrative nor agenda… Anything we do is purely a business transaction. You see we three Kings, not from Bethlehem, but from just down the M40 and M6 in London… We have gone years dealing with our own nightmares and trauma, be it acts of warfare on foreign soil, or the vices and demons closer to home…
Sebastian looks back at Edward and Benjamin exchanging knowing nods with his siblings, as the crowd continue to be attentive but murmur all the same.
Sebastian: All three of us have dealt with these tragedies in some form or another including being involved in physical contact sports, in order to sate our appetites, hungers and frustrations… Be that Boxing, MMA or now, the world of Professional Wrestling… Our aim, quite simply put is to release the stresses and the toxicity that is trapped and rattling around, in our heads…
Sebastian taps his temple with a knuckle as he says this, whilst Edward and Benjamin just look dead ahead.
Sebastian: And if this means getting hurt in the process, us or those who stand in our way, then so be it… And as you can all see, it doesn’t matter if you consider yourself a hero… Or a villain. We don’t pick sides, we are an equal opportunity group. We beat all men, equally…
The crowd are just as confused as ever but the boos are continuing to echo louder than murmurs… This brings somewhat of a smirk, to the face of Sebastian Hamilton, who again looks back at his kin, who also now have grins crossing their lips.
Sebastian: Indeed, now you’re getting it… And maybe you guys in the back will too soon enough. IIW locker-room, consider yourselves all on notice… Because The Establishment, will see you now…
Sebastian Hamilton leans out of the ropes, handing the microphone back to a very confused Alice Goldier and the three men leave the ring, pulling part of the guardrail aside and walking through it back into the crowd…
Scott James: Well then…
Mike Fisher: That was… Interesting.
Mike Fisher: Here we go ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match will go on to face CCPE at K.K.N.D for the IIW Tag Team Titles.
Scott James: Lets pray for a Debonair Inc win because we need to get our Tag Team Titles back!
Bell Rings.
PC starts out with Fred and Fred gets the upperhand by throwing PC into the ropes and hitting a clothesline! Fred hits an elbow drop! And then covers!
One!
PC kicks out and Fred flips him right down on his back but PC rolls Fred up!
One!
Fred kicks out and PC hits a hip toss! PC turns around as Fred gets up and hits another hip toss! Fred is frustrated and hits a back body drop! PC is pissed and just falls back down on his ass when Fred was going for a dropkick! PC scoots back to his corner!
Stabby Joe tags himself at the same time Fred Tags in Tyler and Tyler comes in hot and heavy! He clotheslines Stabby, Stabby gets up and Tyler hits a hip toss of his own!! Tyler turns around and hits a back body drop on Stabby sending him crashing down! Stabby gets up and goes for a clothesline but Tyler just catches him and hits a side belly to belly suplex! Tyler gets up and gets to the ropes and hits a moonsault!
Mike Fisher: OH MY GOD.
Scott James: Fred tags himself in!
Fred comes in and hits Stabby from behind!! He throws him to the corner but Stabby comes out of it and hits a clothesline!
NO!
Fred ducks under it and hits a jumping neckbreaker taking Stabby down!
Mike Fisher: Whoa!!
Stabby rolls over and tags in PC !
Fred spears PC as he rushes in, Tyler runs over to the other side of the ring and takes out Stabby with a missile dropkick that send him flying into the steel steps.
Mike Fisher: This thing is breaking down real quick.
Fred hits a springboard crossbody on PC and follows it up with multiple closelines, PC stumbles around and Fred uses this monet to hit the Enigma Divide (Double Knee Face breaker)
The referee gets in position as Fred makes the cover.
One….
Two….
Three.
Ring Annoucer: Here are your winners and going to face CCPE at K.K.N.D. I give you Debonair Inc.
The new number one contenders for the IIW Tag Team Championship celebrate in the ring when suddenly we hear the sounds of light clapping before the IIW-Tron lights up revealing YOUR World Tag Team Champions; Thaddeus Duke, and “Chronic” Chris Page. There’s a mixed reception from the crowd as the words “live via satellite” appear on the bottom right-hand side of the screen.
CHRIS PAGE: First things first, I’m sorry that Thad and I couldn’t be there in person tonight… When you’re as world-renowned as we are you’re booked well in advance, as such is tonight we’re in bum-fuck Oregon for Action Wrestling. Congratulations are in order for these two.
Chris and Thad stop applauding as Thad states.
THADDEUS DUKE: I don’t know if congratulations are in order… I mean they did just win an opportunity to lose to us. Maybe it’s just condolences.
CHRIS PAGE: I think you are onto something with that- maybe congrats aren’t in order… maybe a welcome to what will be the glimmers of your 2022 because you have earned the right to get stomped by CCP and the Lionheart live on Pay-Per-View.
THADDEUS DUKE: Now that’s something worth celebrating!
Chris reaches off-camera as he retrieves two Capri Suns. He hands one to Thaddeus who reluctantly takes it from Chris, looks at the label, and tosses it.
THADDEUS DUKE: Who do I look like, Curtis?
CHRIS PAGE: I’d never draw that conclusion because you have talent.
The crowd boos the words of Chris Page as he shifts his attention towards the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh what? Do you English folk not like the fact that a team you rallied behind for the better part of six months got snuffed out like the overrated ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag? Blame yourselves. Do better in selecting the one you choose to believe in, and maybe just maybe you won’t end up eating that bitter taste of disappointment.
THADDEUS DUKE: I’m also pretty, not just talented. Speaking of disappointments we can’t look past these two common folks. At least, not entirely.
CHRIS PAGE: Looking past people isn’t really our thing, but pointing out how this is boarding on taking candy from a baby kind of easy is right up our ally because not only do we have pretty big mouths but unlike most of you in IIW- we can back it up.
Chris winks at the camera as the scene slowly fades.
Mike Fisher: Here we go, folks Bam Miller, one of the number one contenders for the IIW World Heavyweight Championship, will take on Kenny Pryce in the beat-the-clock challenge.
Scott James: Really looking forward to Kenny in this match but you have to know Bam is walking in with great motivation!
Mike Fisher: Well we won’t have to wait long as both men wait in the ring for the match to start.
*Bell Rings*
Pryce grabs Miller and hits a few chops before sending him back into the turnbuckle with a boot to the gut and a huge right hand. He whips Bam out of the corner into the opposite turnbuckle and lets Miller stumble out and hits a scoop slam! Pryce stomps on Bam and lifts him back up hitting a suplex! Pryce goes for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Miller kicks out. Kenny grabs Bam and hits a few chops and sends him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline! Bam ducks and let’s Kenny turn around and hits a dropkick! Kenny goes down to the canvas before rolling to his knees where Bam meets him with a kick to the head! Bam pins Kenny!
ONE!
TWO!
Kenny gets a shoulder out and rolls to the corner where Bam helps him to his feet just to whip him out of the corner into the other turnbuckles hitting a powerslam! Bam pins Kenny!
One!
Two!
Kenny gets another shoulder up.
Mike Fisher: It was almost over!
Scott James: I thought it was!
This time Bam picks up Kenny and goes for a suplex but Kenny gets out of it and hita neckbreaker. Miller is out! Kenny covers!
One!
Two!
Thre-
NO!!
Mike Fisher: BAM GETS A SHOULDER UP!!
Scott James : WHAT A SHOW THESE TWO ARE PUTTING ON!
Kenny whips to the ropes and goes for a kick but Bam catches the boot and whips Kenny around and hits MILLER TIME
Mike Fisher: BAM delivers and epic Stunner!!!
Bam rolls Kenny over and goes for the cover as the referee gets in position.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE.
Bam Miller stands up and beats on his chest as the referee points to him as the winner.
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner by pinfall BAM MILLER!!!!
Mike Fisher: Huge pick up for Bam in this beat the clock challenge.I wonder what his time was?
Scott James: Well, we won’t know until the end of the night where the winner will be announced and the stipulation as well.
Mike Fisher: Well, I can’t wait to hear it but until then let’s get back to some action.
It’s going to be Crush and Rixton starting out for their respective teams, with the two men locking up in the center of the ring. It doesn’t last long, as Crush tucks his leg behind Rixton and gives him a hard shove, knocking him down the canvas. Before he can respond, Crush is on top of him to apply a side headlock and hammer him with a flurry of right hands. Following the barrage, he pulls Rixton back to his feet, hooks him for a suplex, and then drops his abdomen over the top rope. As he teeters over the rope, Crush hits the ropes to his side and comes back to drill a boot against the side of Rixton head, knocking him to the outside of the ring.
As Fenix drops to ringside to check on his partner, Crush makes his way to his corner and tags inBrandon . The two men then take a moment to measure the duo before running across the ring and diving between the ropes with a double suicide dive!
Mike Fisher: Hendrix and Crush mean business tonight!
Scott James: Both men looking for payback after the attack that took place on last Mayhem.
As Crush stomps Fenix against the guardrail, Brandon grabs Rixton and rolls him back under the bottom rope. After following him in, Brandon peppers Rixton with a series of shuffling jabs before dropping him with a big kick! He goes for the cover…
ONE….
TWO….
KICKOUT!
Not deterred by the kick-out, Brandon pulls back up, but Rixton suddenly counters with a back body drop. Rixton then springs off the ropes and flies back at Brandon just as he gets to his feet, connecting with a spinning headscissors! The move sends Brandon staggering toward the corner, his head diving between the top and middle ropes to hit the ringside post! As The Key 2 Success winner slumps in the corner, Rixton rushes in to keep him there with a series of stomps. He then tags in Fenix before hooking Brandon for in a wheelbarrow, and Fenix springs into the ring with a slingshot sitout facebuster!
Mike Fisher: Great Team Work
Scott James: Wait…did Brandon just yell something about ‘Oh Fuck when they hit that move?
While it previously looked like Brandon was full of fire, he now seems meek and helpless against Fenix offense. Crush curses at him from his corner in an attempt to knock his partner out of it, but it seems to be of no use. A well-placed superkick from Fenix seems to knock out Brandons lights for a moment before he teeters and finally falls flat on his back. With the match well in hand, Fenix tags Rixton back in. Rixton rushes in to plant a soccer kick against the now-seated Brandon, which follows by hitting a standing moonsault. As Fenix rolls under the ropes, Rixton goes for the cover…
ONE…
TWO….
SAVE BY CRUSH!
Knowing that his partner is in serious trouble, Crush stays in the ring long enough to grab Rixton by the head and plant him with a DDT, hoping it’s enough to buy Brandon a little time. After Crush returns to his corner, Brandon begins to crawl across the mat to make the all-important tag. Rixton shakes off the effects of the DDT and sees Brandon, immediately going after him…but it’s too late! Hot tag! Crush comes in like a madman, knocking Rixton down with a hard clothesline before running across the ring to kick an unsuspecting Fenix in the face with a big boot, knocking him off the apron! Slade then turns back toward Rixton, measures him for a second, and hits a massive Closeline!
Mike Fisher: Crush has gone EXTREME!
Scott James: Well he is the KING!
. Crush hooks Rixton in a half nelson, forcing him toward his corner. , Crush begins to slam Rixtons head against the turnbuckle! After several head smashes, and some powerful punches it’s obvious that a cut has formed on Rixton and now it has been busted open! Crush then flings Rixton to the mat and tags Brandon back into the contest.
Mike Fisher: Hendrix and Crush are back in control.
Brandon pulls Rixton up and hooks him in a standing side headlock before unloading a series of punches against his busted forehead. Brandon then transitions into a series of arm trapped headbutts,an kicks! From there he transitions the hold into a butterfly DDT. It looks as if he’s going to follow up with a submission hold, but thankfully for Rixton. Fenix leaps into the ring to knock Brandon away with a springboard dropkick! Crush rushes in and takes down Rixton with a closeline and tackles Fenix between the ropes. They start to brawl back and forth by the barricade, Rixton looks to sling Crush into the barricade but he reverses and sends Rixton crashing. Crush jumps back on the apron and Brandon makes the tag, Crush measures Rixton Ruin up as he looks to end the match, right as Rixton Ruin turns around Crush nails him with The Bone Crusher(Spear)!!!! Crush hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.
One….
Two….
Three.
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners by pinfall Brandon Hendrix and The King of Extreme” Crush!!!
Mike Fisher: Great win by The UK Champion and the Key 2 Sucess Holder.
Scott James: They really worked well as a duo and got some payback from the beating they took last mayhem.
Mike Fisher: Yes indeed but for now will have to cut away for a few moments.
DING! DING! DING!
. It’s Wayne who gets the match under way as he runs at El. Unfortunately for Wayne though, El lifts side steps him and hits an enzguri ,The ref goes and checks on Wayne who manages to nod his head with a smirk before El lifts her back up to his feet. El tries to swing Wayne towards the ropes gets but Wayne has other ideas. He rakes the eyes of El before taking him down with a Hurricanrana. As Wayne is back to his feet, El has managed to get up to one knee already. Wayne just smirks before nearly kicking Els head off his shoulders. As the ref is distracted by checking on El who has a little blood coming from his mouth. Wayne walks over to the turnbuckle and gets a running start before punting El Landerson in the head removes the top cover now exposing the steel of the top turnbuckle.
Mike Fisher: Russell Wayne seems to have left the Curtis playbook at home.
El isn’t done though as he gets to his feet as Wayne stands there waiting for him. Once El is on his feet, he charges at Wayne as quickly as he can before Wayne trips him and sends El head first into the top turnbuckle. El hits the ring with a thud as the blood now starts to flow from his head. Wayne isn’t done as she gets on top of him in a mounted position and just unloads punch after punch to the cut on Els forehead. With every punch that El doesn’t manage to block, Wayne sends splatters of blood everywhere
Mike Fisher: This is turning into a bloody massacre for El Landerson.
Scott James: I believe the end is near now.
El gets to his feet but, Wayne kicks El so hard in the midsectionthat it sends him cross eyed. It also sends El to his knees as Wayne follows it up with a Shining Wizard and pics El Landerson up and hits Last Resort (Delayed Brainbuster DDT Suplex) Wayne hooks both legs as the referee gets in position.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Mike Fisher: This one is over and what an impressive way for Wayne heading into the triple threat World Title match at K.K.N.D
Michael Morrison is backstage with The High Rollers who appear to be irate!
Michael Morrison- First off welcome to IIW gents. Right away last week you made an impact and attacked Michael Hunter to make a statement. This week you have been left off the card do you think the two have any correlation?
The brothers look at each other before Mark Miller rips the microphone out of Morrison’s hand.
Mark Miller- Listen Mosey was it? Why don’t you get your ass the hell out of here before I make a statement out of you, we’ve got it from here.
The brothers turn and look into the camera after getting rid of Michael Morrison.
Mark Miller- We we’re left off this card because all the tag teams here in IIW are too chicken shit to face us. Not because we beat up some nobody like Michael Hunter after Justin York put on the performance of the night against him.
Mike Miller- We were left off the card because the IIW management didn’t want to let the High Rollers take the shine away from Team Friendship or whoever the hell that team is that beat them.
Mark Miller- One thing I can promise you for sure is that if we do not have a match next week, we will raise more hell than you’ve ever seen in this company. We will turn everything inside out!
Mike Miller- That goes out to the IIW Management and to whatever tag team has the guts enough to step up and face the greatest tag team to ever grace planet earth, The High Rollers!
Mark Miller- Take that one to the bank bitch!
Mark Miller tosses the microphone at the camera and rattles to focus a little. Justin York appears with his wife and greets the brothers ever so impressed.
Mike Miller- Oh and one more thing Justin York is about to go out there and beat the hell out of your boy TJ Alexander and there’s not a damn thing in the world anybody can do to stop him.
Justin York looks to the camera.
Justin York- TJ in a few short minutes I am going to end any prayer you have of being a top tier talent here in IIW as if you ever had one in the first place. I hope you’ve done your stretches and eaten your vitamins because ‘The Casino Kid’ is coming for your head! I’m better than you in every way and there’s nothing you can do to change that!
The four put their fists together as the ‘ceremonial handshake’ of The High Roller Society before they walk off camera.
Mike Fisher: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, Shaun Hart vs Anthony Phoenix is about to begin a stent both stand in the ring ready to tear each other apart.
Scott James: There is no love between these two only hate and especially after last week.
Mike Fisher: Yes Shaun costing Phoenix the Championship was just the final nail in the coffin for this blood lusted feud.
Scott James: Well we won’t have to wait long as the referee is ready to signal for the bell.
*Bell Rings*
The fans start chanting for Phoenix and Hart as they are split on who they want to win. Hart and Phoenix finally come to the middle of the ring and begin a test of strength but Shaun slips out of it and goes between the ropes, Phoenix tries to bring him back in but the referee gets in between them and tell Hart to come back in.
Mike Fisher: Shaun making Phoenix wait it looks like.
Scott James: Getting into his head more like it.
They lock up again and Phoenix gains the advantage with a headlock. Shaun uses his weight advantage to back them into the ropes and pushes Phoenix off him and into the other side of the ropes as he come back, Shaun catches him with a spinebuster.
Mike Fisher: Great power and elevation on that spinebuster.
Shaun begins picks Phoenix up by the hair and lays into him with chops to the chest, Shaun goes for another chop, but Phoenix blocks it and starts kicking away at Shaun’s legs until he drops.
Mike Fisher: Phoenix is taking control now.
Scott James: Veteran experience paying off.
Phoenix’s goes to deliver a roundhouse kick to Shaun’s head but he ducks and delivers a blatant low blow that everyone and including the referee sees; the referee goes to call for the bell.
Mike Fisher: Shaun Hart just got himself disqualified with that illegal maneuver.
Shaun kicks at Phoenix as he still lays on the ground and then demands a microphone.
Shaun Hart: This match will not end like this!
Shaun walks up on the referee and starts point his finger into this chest.
Shaun Hart: Restart this match before I see to it you never referee a fucking match in IIW ever again!!!
Mike Fisher: Shaun has lost his mind tonight.
Shaun Hart: The disrespect ends tonight, I am an authority figure in this company, I deserve the same respect Jenny and Bob gets and if nobody will give it to me I will take it. No, hit that damn bell and restart the match. Also, this time no disqualification.
Scott James: Finally an Authority figure that takes control of a show.
The referee hesitates but finally ask for the bell to be rang and the match restarts once Phoenix is able to make it back to his feet. With anger in his eyes he tackles Shaun in the ring and starts hammering him with rights and left punches. Shaun manages to escape under the bottom rope, Phoenix follows him to the outside and looks to grab him but Shaun delivers a knee to the gut and slings Phoenix into the barricade. Shaun goes over by the commentary table and grabs a steel chair Phoenix starts to get up as he uses the steel steps to pull himself up and just at the last minute he moves out of the way as Shaun swings the chair down and meets nothing but steel steps. The vibration makes Shaun drop it and as he turns around Phoenix hits him with a missile dropkick and sends Shaun crashing into the steel steps.
Mike Fisher: This match has just been crazy from the start.
Phoenix follows Shaun around the ring who’s crawling away from him. Phoenix grabs his leg but Shauns pushes him away with his other free leg. Both men make it back to their feet and start trading blows again with each other. Phoenix gains the upper hand and hits a suplex. Shaun moves back and forth in pain. Phoenix looks under the ring and brings out a kendo stick. The fans chant with excitement as Phoenix starts to hit Hart over the back with the Kendo stick. Phoenix smiles with every hit.
Mike Fisher: Phoenix get all his frustration out in this match.
Scott James: Not for long… LOOK OUT PHOENIX.
Noah goes out of nowhere and spears Phoenix right into the apron and then hits him with a double hook suplex on the steels steps. Noah then checks on Shaun Hart and helps him up on his feet. Shaun slides into the ring and demands for Noah to throw Phoenix back in. Noah slaps Phoenix around before tossing him back in. Shaun Hart now taunts before kicking at Phoenix and then lifting him up for The Hollywood Sequel (The reality check) Shaun plants him face first into the mat and Phoenix lays lifeless as Shaun puts his foot on Phoenix chest as the referee makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three.
*Bell rings*
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner by pinfall Hollywood Shaun Hart!!!!
Noah walks into the ring and throws Phoeix out and Shaun picks up a microphone again.
Shaun Hart: Let this be a lesson to everyone in the locker room Shaun Hart is no longer a joke. I am a winner, I am to be respected from.now on or suffer the same fate this worthless piece crap just got. It’s a new era in IIW and it’s Hollywood so either fall in line or get put down by your Authority figure.
Shaun smirks and then drops the microphone as Noah and him celebrate as we cut to commercial break.
Mike Fisher: The final beat the clock challenge match is about to begin as our IIW World Champion takes on Chris Nitro.
Scott James: These two men have never faced off before but I know Jonny wants to end this one quickly.
Mike Fisher: That might be the plan but Chris Nitro is a former Tag Team Champion and multiple time Hardcore Champion this won’t be am easy dance for our World Champion.
Scott James: Well we won’t have to wait long as both competitors stand in the ring waiting on the bell to ring.
*Bell Rings*
Both men lock up in the middle of the ring a they do the test of strength, Jonny pushes Nitro down to the mat and begins to smirks and walks around confident. Nitro slaps the mat and gets back up in Jonnys face, and puts his finger on his face before mushing him. Jonny fires back with a slap to the face of Nitro.
Mike Fisher: No respect being shown by Jonny tonight.
Nitro fires back with a slap of his own and starts laughing in an angry Jonny C face. They both begin hammering away at each other with punches. Nitro gains the upper hand and slings Jonny into the ropes, Nitro looks for a closeline as Jonny comes back but he ducks and hits a springboard moonsault onto Nitro and looks for a quick pin.
One….
Two…
Kick out!
Nitro gets a shoulder up and fights his way back up as he delivers hard chops to the chest of Jonny. He slings Jonny into the turnbuckle and follows up with a knee to the face. Jonny stumbles out and Nitro hits a wicked DDT!
Mike Fisher: Nitro not making this match easy for Jonny.
Nitro bounces off the ropes and hits a couple backflips before hitting a standing shooting star press for the win.
One….
Two…
Kick out!
Just at the last minute Jonny kick out with force that sends Nitro to the opposite side of the ring. Jonny gets up and immediately meets Nitro with an elbow to the face followed by a double hook suplex. Jonny lays in some more punches and kicks before going up to the top rope.
Mike Fisher: Jonny looking to end this match.
Jonny jumps off and lands The C section!!!!
Scott James: Beautiful Frog splash by Jonny!
Jonny hokks both leg as the referee gets in position to count.
One…
Two….
Three.
The referee calls for the bell as the announcer announces the winner:
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner by pinfall The IIW World Heavyweight Champion Jonny FnC!!!!!!
Jonny gathers himself following his match when the sounds of clapping can once again be heard. The IIW-Tron lights up once again as “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE is once again “live via satellite” as his IIW Tag Title is being served as a paperweight while onboard his private jet. He’s resting comfortably with a glass of champagne in his hand, shades covering his eyes.
CHRIS PAGE: So this is Jonny…
Chris leans forward, sips from his glass before removing his shades as he glares into the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: You like to do a lot of talking, I see. The difference between guys like you and guys like me; is I don’t really have to do a lot of talking. I just ask you to back your play, now if your son is any indication of his father then I believe it would be safe to say all fluff and no stuff applies.
Jonny is seen mouthing the words.
“You talk big for a guy that didn’t show up.”
CHRIS PAGE: Oh, what was that? Didn’t show up? Son, this could have been taped anywhere at any time…
Suddenly the lights in the arena go dark as the crowd ramps up with anticipation. The house lights come up after several seconds of darkness just at the chorus of “Judas”. Standing in the ring across from Jonny… is no one.
THADDEUS DUKE: You are beautiful onnnn the insiiiide.
The camera pans back, revealing Thaddeus Duke singing Page’s theme song.
THADDEUS DUKE: You are innocence persoonnnifiiieed.
Did you think we were done? Did you think we were comin’ to IIW just to take the tag straps? Nah fam. This is a message to you Jonny, and to every man on this roster that holds championship gold.
You’re effectively on notice.
We’re gonna take it all. Every last strap of leather and all the gold plates…
Why?
Thad pauses for effect.
THADDEUS DUKE: Because we can.
CHRIS PAGE: Whenever you’re ready to back those words all you need to do is sign the dotted line. The ball is in your court, chump.
The scene quickly cuts to static.
The two move into opposite corners. The referee tells them that he wants a clean match between them both- JUSTIN YORK WASTES NO TIME AND BLASTS TJ ALEXANDER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKCK! THE BELL HASN’T EVEN RUNG YET..
Mike Fisher: WOAH! What the hell?!
Scott James: Justin isn’t here to play games! He’s looking to leave a an everlasting impression.
The referee attempts to admonish Justin but he isn’t listening, a confident grin on his face as he grabs a dazed TJ by the hair- he LIFTS HIM UP AND THROWS HIM OVER THE ROPES, AND HITS THE DDT ON THE APRON- TJ ALEXANDER LANDS AWKWARDLY ON HIS KNEE ON THE APRON AND FALLS OUT OF THE RING!
Mike Fisher:THE MATCH HASN’T EVEN BEGUN, COME ON!
Scott James: He’s playing smart here. He knows TJ is a high flyer; he’s simply taking that offense away!
Mike Fisher: Are you condoning this attack?
Scott James: I’m just admiring the handiwork.
TJ writhes on the ringside floor as the referee yells at Mrs. York to back away, but Justin isn’t finished as he rolls out of the ring. He stalks TJ from behind, eyes focused on him like prey as he slowly gets up- CHOP BLOCK, CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE HURT LEG! HE GOES DOWN, YELLING IN PAIN AS JUSTIN YORK SIMPLY SMILES- IN SADISTIC GLEE!
Mike Fisher: CHOP BLOCK! THIS MATCH ISN’T EVEN GOING TO BEGIN!
Scott James: Then Justin York will win by forfeit, this is a win for him either way!
Justin grabs TJ and throws him back into the ring. The crowd is booing now as he takes his time getting in as well, continuing to ignore the referee as TJ, in visible pain, tries to stand, but can only sit- clutching his knee. Justin runs to the ropes, he REBOUNDS OFF LOOKING FOR A SORINGBOARD DDT, BUT TJ CATCHES IT AND PULLS HIM IN WITH A LEG-HOOK FIREMAN’S CARRY AND SPINS AROUND, SPIKING JUSTIN YORK ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK!
Mike Fisher: WOAH!
Scott James: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!
The crowd is alive as TJ falls over, pulling himself over to the corner, gritting his teeth! Justin York is out cold, lifeless from that sudden head drop! The referee asks if TJ is able to compete, he nods his yes and the bell finally officially rings!
DING! DING! DING!
Mike Fisher: After a chaotic beginning, the match has officially started!
Scott James: That’s no fair, he attacked Justin York before the match started!
Mike Fisher: It was in self-defense-! Wait, look at TJ!
Alexander slowly and gingerly goes between the ropes- climbing up the turnbuckles as Justin is still laid out! The crowd grows louder with anticipation, he nearly slips off in agony, but he makes it to the stop! Staring down at Justin with a wild look in his eyes from the adrenaline rush- HE JUMPS OFF GOING FOR THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
TREY BOOKER: OMG- NO!
JUSTIN BRINGS HIS KNEES UP AT THE LAST SECOND AND TJ CRASHES STERNUM FIRST INTO THEM! JUSTIN YORK ROLLS OVER, HOLDING HIS OWN LEGS NOW AS TJ WHEEZES- GASPING FOR AIR ON THE MAT! JUSTIN gets up first, TJ runs at him AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!
Mike Fisher: SAAAITOOOO!
Scott James: HE THREW HIM ON HIS HEAD! Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?!
TJ begins to sit up- JUSTIN WASTES NO TIME AND RUNS TO THE ROPES, HE REBOUNDS OFF AND DELIVERS A DEVASTATING MISSLE DROP KICK TO TJ THAT LAYS HIM OUT!
JUSTIN GOES FOR PIN, HOOKING TJs INJURED LEG!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- KICKOUT!
Mike Fisher: That was smart! He hooked TJs injured leg, knowing it’d take a lot more effort to kick out with it!
Scott James: But it wasn’t enough!
Justin has grown irritated, glaring down at his opponent as TJ has to use the ropes to stand. He slaps TJ across the back of the head mockingly again, and again, and again- and TJ grows angrier by the second. He turns around and delivers a chop! Justin shrugs it off- and hits TJ with a European uppercut that sends him off his feet
Mike Fisher: TJ still has fight in him!
Scott James: He needs to give up, for his own sake.
TJ gets up again and delivers another chop! This one causes Justin to wince- but he uppercuts TJ again! TJ staggers and falls to his knees, but yells in defiance and stands again! Another chop! Justin stumbles, snarling through the pain! He gives another uppercut! This one causes TJ to simply buckle, but he’s still standing! ANOTHER CHOP, JUSTIN YORKS CHEST IS BLEEDING AND HE ALMOST GOES DOWN!
Mike Fisher: TJs FIGHTING SPIRIT, HE’S STARTING TO WIN THE BACK AND FORTH!
Scott James: I can’t believe it!
Justin, holds his chest, TJ tells him to bring it on- pointing to his own jaw! He wants Justin’ss best shot! Justin looks at him, and RAISES HIS ARM FOR ANOTHER UPPERCUT- HE FAKES HIM OUT AND GOES FOR A STRAIGHT RIGHT HOOK INSTEAD, THE IMPACT CAN BE HEARD AROUND THE ARENA AND TJ DROPS LIKE THE SACK OF ROCKS! THE REFEREE YELLS AT JUSTIN YORK BUT HE DOESN’T CARE! MRS.YORK CHEERS TJ ON AND FLIPS OFF THE FANS.
Mike Fisher: THAT WAS A CLOSED FIST! THAT’S ILLEGAL!
Scott James: Get over yourself, this is wrestling- not ballet!
Justin wastes no time pulling TJ back up. He puts both of his arms in a double underhook, lifts him up high- DROPS HIM STRAIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH CASINO CRUSHER!!!
Mike Fisher:THATS GOT TO BE IT!!
Scott James: THAT’S IT! THE REFEREE CAN COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED!
TJ is limp, and Justin lazily places his knee on his chest for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!
DING! DING! DING!
Bob Mitchell heads to the ring as we await to hear the end result of the Beat the Clock Challenge
Bob Mitchell: Well guys, in the absence of Jenny Fletcher today I have the honour of announcing the winner of the beat the clock challenge and then the added stipulation for the IIW World Title match at K.K.N.D
I can reveal that Bam Miller won his match in 6 Minutes 33 seconds, but pipping him by 17 seconds with a time of 6 Minutes and 16 Seconds…. RUSSELL WAYNE!!!!!
I am now to announce the World Title match will be competed for in a LADDERS MATCH!
Suddenly the IIW Screen flashes up… it’s Bob’s office which is looking in a worse than usual state… The camera pans around to show Liam Cain outcold bleeding from the mouth as it pans across his desk. There is a clear message
BOB OUT. OSH IN
It continues to pan to show Vaughan Supremacy members enjoying the chaos.
Jason Fenix: K.K.N.D… I WANT TO FINISH LIAM CAIN.