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The arena is dark. Suddenly the guitar solo from "Land of Confusion" begins. There are spotlights moving around everywhere as the music plays.
On the TwistedTron, we see:
NUTHIN'
(Short vid of Bam hitting the Deathshead on opponent)
BUT
(Short video of Bam hitting the Kamikaze on opponent)
LOVE
(Short video of Bam hitting Love Sweet Love into a powerbomb on opponent)
After last vid, Bam comes onto ramp screaming "BAAAAAAAAAAABY!!!!", pounding his chest with both fists. All spotlights are on him, then shut off as the lights in the arena come up. Red pyro shoots off behind him as he walks down the ramp.
Sammy Eubanks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, on the way to the ring, weighing in at 290 lbs...he is the winner of the 2007 Majestic Cup....THE BIIIIIIIIIIG BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMLIIIIIICIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUS!!!!!
As he marches to the ring he is talking massive crap outloud as if screaming to his opponent, or shouting what he's about to do to his opponent.
Cain: Bam looks as fired up as ever tonight.
Tex: And he might need that intensity if he's going to walk out of here the winner.
Banter: It's like living in bizarro-world, it really is. How did we get to the stage where a 300 lb man is supposed to be worried that a woman half his size might kick his ass?
Cain: I guess you should ask that question to all the people Freya has beaten on her way to the top, Banter.
He climbs the stairs to the ring and hops both legs over the top rope to enter the ring.
He then jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and begins pounding his chest again, yelling out toward the fans, pumping himself up.
<i>Faint white figures paint my sleep
Please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it, you got it, you got it)
If the words that matter reach your face from floor
Will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)
Does it cost me scarring if the words stay true
Even number your nephew (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore) </i>
An explosion sounds above the entrance ramp, sending golden pyro raining down.
<i>And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may!
Come what may!
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may!
Come what may! </i>
Sammy: And his opponent...from Oxford, England...weighing in at 143 lbs...she is the TCW BLEEDER CHAMPION.... FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Freya walks down the ramp, signalling to her fans with points and grins.
<i>In a pain that buckles out your knees
Could you stop this if I plead (you got it, you got it, you got it)
So destined I am to walk among the dark
A child in keeping secrets from (will they know what I've done in the after)
In the sought for matter when the words blame you
In a blood red summer I'll give you (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it) </i>
Freya hops up into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and raises an arm, smiling at her many fans.
Tex: This is, technically, not a match for the Bleeder Championship but, as we know, should Freya bleed in this match and then be pinned, the belt will change hands.
<i>And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may!
Come what may!
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may!
Come what may!</i>
Freya slings off her belt quickly and tosses it across the ring. Bam already stands, waiting for her and rolling his shoulders. He cracks his massive, bull-like neck and grins menacingly. Freya just lifts her eyebrows and folds her arms across her chest.
The bell rings, and Bam charges immediately, moving with astonishing speed for a man of his size. Freya is quicker though, and neatly sidesteps, lifting her knee so it slams into Bam's gut. The large man doubles over and Freya hooks her legs around his head before spinning him over with a hurracanrana. Bam rolls right up to his feet as Freya watches him with a grin. He seems to consider charging again, but then thinks better of it and offers a lockup instead.
Cain: Bam might be doing the smart thing here - as quick as he is, his speed is no match for Freya's.
The two tie up and it doesn't take long for Bam to gain the advantage. He hauls Freya off her feet and, with little apparent effort, throws her across the ring directly from the lockup. She lands on her back, but her momentum carries her over and she manages to land on her feet, albeit shakily. Bam is ready for the young woman now, and attacks, driving a knee into her stomach and then battering her down with a club to the back as she is staggered.
Bam drops down to one knee and grabs Freya's arm roughly. He wrenches it around and locks his own hand in the crook of her elbow, placing torsion on her shoulder and wrist. Freya kicks her feet towards the ropes, but can't reach them.
Tex: What kind of hold is that, Isaiah? You're the guy who knows about the technical stuff...
Cain: Well, it's not something I've seen before. I would assume it's some kind of modified jujutsu hold.
Banter: In other words you both have no idea. Nice to know that you two are qualified for this job.
Tex: Do
you know what it is?
Banter: Of course not. Do I look like a nerd to you?
Bam tightens his grip and digs his knee into the side of Freya's head. She tries to struggle out of the hold, but Bam's grip is immensely strong. Finally, she pushes herself up onto her knees and then straightens her legs before lashing out backwards with her foot and catching Bam in the face. She keeps at it, each time distracting and hurting him until, finally, he releases.
Tex: Freya comes up with a very unique way of countering that hold...
Banter: I like it when she stuck her ass in the air. How come other promotions have girls in bikinis and fishnets rolling around in pudding and our resident female is some kind of crazy feminist who wants to wrestle the men? Did we lose a contest or something?
Cain: I wouldn't be the kind of man to presume to tell Freya how she should promote herself. Perhaps you should take it up with her backstage?
Banter: I don't think that will be necessary...
Freya slumps down, catching her breath as Bam rubs at his jaw. He moves towards her and makes a grab as she stands, but Freya is at the ropes and pulls them down, causing Bam to trip and tumble out of the ring. She immediately hops through the ropes and dives at Bam with a flying knee. He goes down on the outside and Freya rolls right back into the ring.
Bam picks himself up and then climbs into the ring. He offers a second lockup, but Freya doesn't go for it, and instead suggests a test of strength. Bam looks at her like she's crazy, but shrugs and lifts his hands. Freya steps up and stretches to his hands, but can't actually reach them.
Banter: Hahahaha!
Tex: Freya might have miscalculated a little here...
The Majestic Cup winner smiles indulgently and lowers his hands, and Freya gingerly takes them. Bam overpowers her straight away, and laughs uproariously, only for Freya to suddenly twist around so that his arms are crossed. She dives backwards, straight through his legs and flips him over onto his back. Grabbing one of his flailing legs, she folds him up in a pinning predicament...
One...
Two...kickout!
Cain: It looks like Freya may have outsmarted Bam there.
Banter: Well that's hardly an achievement, is it?
Bam spins upright, walking right into an armdrag. Freya holds on as he lands, but Bam counters, twisting her arm around and pulling her up into a hammerlock. Freya reverses into a hammerlock of her own and Bam tries to spin around and catch her with a clothesline. She ducks and then jumps up onto his shoulders. Before she can execute a move, however, Bam simply drives her neck-fist into the mat.
Tex: Oh my Goodness! What a powerbomb!
Cain: And that may be all for this match!
He covers...
One...
Two...
Th...no! Not quite enough!
Tex: Freya is tough, but a couple more moves like that are going to end this thing for certain.
Cain: Don't count her out yet, Tex.
Freya is still reeling from the brutal move though and Bam roughly pulls her to her feet. He whips her across the ring then executes a powerslam. The ring reverberates with the impact, but Bam doesn't pin. Instead he picks Freya up again and goes for a second Irish whip. This time, as she comes back towards him, he slams his elbow into her face and then, in one smooth movement, hooks her head with the same arm and sits out, driving her face-first into the mat.
Cain: The Fortune!
Bam goes for another pin...
One...
Two...
Thr...no! Freya just jerks her shoulder from the mat in time!
Bam seems unperturbed and flips Freya over, kneels over her back and wrenches at her jaw with a modified camel clutch. He digs his fingers into her eyes and then starts laying in vicious blows to her face.
Banter: What's he doing?
Tex: I think he may be trying to make her bleed...
Cain: Bamlicious perhaps has his eyes on the Bleeder Title tonight then.
Tex: It would be a prestigious addition to his trophy cabinet.
As the referee warns him for the closed fists, he releases the Bleeder Champion and then crosses to the corner. He unties the turnbuckle and discards the padding. Freya stands up and charges, but Bam seems to sense her coming and elbows her in the stomach. She staggers backwards and Bam grabs her by the back of the head and slams her into the exposed turnbuckle.
Cain: And now he's one step closer to the belt! I think Freya just got busted open!
Tex: She sure did!
Freya falls straight back to the mat, a trickle of blood pouring from her wounded forehead. Bam goes for a pin right away...
One...
Two...
Thre...no!
Bam does look a little surprised this time, but he presses his advantage, hitting Freya with brutal rights and lefts again before standing up. He throws out his arms and bellows, "I got nothin' but LOVE for ya, baby!"
Banter: Thank God.
Cain: I don't Bam has any love for Freya at all, but he's going to end this now with the Love Sweet Love...
He lifts Freya up onto his shoulders and turns around, but Freya comes to her senses just in time and pulls Bam down into a crucifix pin...
One...
No, Bam kicks right out!
Tex: Freya countered, but it wasn't enough!
He rolls up to his feet and reaches out, grabbing Freya by an arm and a leg. He pulls her into the air and tries to flip her onto his shoulders, but she manages to hook his head under one arm and overbalances him, bringing him down into a DDT. Freya rolls away and dabs at her forehead. She frowns at her own blood as she rests in the corner for a moment.
Cain: If Freya wants to pull this one back, she may want to wake up...
Bam is back up and crouches down. As Freya examines a spot of blood on her finger, he sees his chance. He charges, but Freya suddenly ducks out of the way and Bam smashes into the turnbuckle, his own head colliding with the exposed steel where he removed the pad a while ago. He stumbles backwards, stunned, and Freya jumps up onto his back, hooking his chin and then falling backwards into the Lungblower.
Tex: Freya! Out of nowhere!
Cain: Bam looks like he's bleeding too, but that may be the least of his problems at this exact moment!
Freya covers...
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Cain: Another win for Freya! What a juggernaut this young woman is becoming!
Banter: Hey there's no need to make fun just cos she's carrying a little Holiday weight...
Tex: Your insults are usually more convincing when the target hasn't just beaten up a man twice her size.
Freya receives her title belt back and watches Bam as he rolls over and cradles his lower back. Abruptly she turns on her heel and swings herself out of the ring.
Banter: Man, what a bitch.
Tex: I guess we'll keep waiting for Bam's announcement as we watch tonight's main event!
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An absolutely demonic sounding organ begins to play, as all lights in the arena are dimmed. Only one, dark, absolutely crimson spotlight remains on the stage. Inferno's form rises from beneath the stage, and then he lifts his arms in the air, causing four pillars of fire to rise around him, and the music breaks into it's main riff, as Inferno heads to the ring. No matter how much the crowd boos him, he remains in a trance with his mind seemingly elsewhere, seemingly...disconnected from it all.......
Sammy Eubanks: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, making his way to the ring...weighing in at 290 lbs...the TCW TRANSCONTIENTAL CHAMPION...IIIIIIIINFEEEEEEEEERNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Cain: Well, this may be a non-title match, but you've gotta believe there's a lot of pride on the line.
Tex: There sure is. Darkness is the World Champion, Inferno is the TC Champion, and these two might be evenly matched.
Banter: Really? When Inferno is, like, 80 lbs heavier?
Cain: Do you not actually watch these matches? You know what Darkness can do.
Banter: Yeah, and I know what he
can't do too - and that's pin Inferno.
Tex: He may have a point there, Isaiah; when these two men last met, Inferno kicked out of the Darkness DDT and then the match was stopped before Darkness could make the pin after a second one.
Cain: I guess now we'll find out which of them is really the best.
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As "Fear of the Dark" plays, the view cuts to a shot of Darkness's locker room door. It opens, and Darkness steps from the shadows, his two title belts held in his hands. As his fans chant along to the music, Darkness walks through the corridors of the arena before reaching the gorilla position.
Sammy: And his opponent...from Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at 218 lbs...he is the 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ....DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARKNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The song kicks in and a huge pyro erupts from the stage. Darkness strides through the flames, silhouetted in the orange glow. As he strides to the ring, belts in hand, flames streak down the side of the ramp, framing him in fire. He enters the ring, ignoring its occupants and mounts the turnbuckle, raising his World Championships above his head as the ethereal chanting continues.
Cain: As they say elsewhere, the champion is here!
Banter: Not much of a champion if he doesn't defend those belts...
Tex: I'm certain that, when and if a challenger emerges, Darkness will be only too happy to show what brought him to the dance.
Banter: Happy? This guy?
Darkness steps down from the turnbuckle and immediately squares up to Inferno. Both men hold their respective belts, and Inferno makes a point of lifting the TC title up so Darkness can see it. The smaller man seems unperturbed as he raises his own, much larger, belts and cracks a small smile.
Cain: It looks like Darkness has the advantage here...
Banter: This isn't a belt measuring contest.
They separate at the referee's behest and hand over their belts. Darkness goes to his corner and limbers up for a moment, massaging his left wrist where his prosthetic hand is attacked. Inferno simply stands motionless, observing his foe with his masked head tilted slightly.
The bell rings, and the two combatants charge, locking up in the centre of the ring. They struggle for a moment, seemingly evenly matches despite the size disparity, before Inferno begins to make some headway, forcing Darkness backwards to the ropes. They reach the edge of the ring and the referee calls for the break. Inferno releases, but then slams his fist into Darkness's abdomen, staggering him.
Tex: A cheap shot from Inferno there. We've seen the dirty tactics this guy likes to employ before.
Inferno hooks Darkness under one arm and lifts him into a big hiptoss. However, Darkness holds on as he lands and then lashes out, catching Inferno's head in a scissor and pulling him to the mat. Darkness switches the hold to a cross-armbreaker and wrenches back.
Cain: An impressive counter from Darkness. If the World Champion can keep Inferno grounded on the mat, he may be able to overcome the size disparity.
Tex: Darkness has the experience and the mat wrestling skills to do that, for sure.
Inferno claws towards the ropes and finally makes it. Darkness only holds on for a moment before releasing and rolling back up to his feet. Inferno stands slowly, massaging his arm and the two men begin to circle. They lock up a second time, but this time Darkness's speed gives him the advantage and he goes behind, looking for a hammerlock. Inferno reverses out, however, ducking behind Darkness and then laying in a vicious clubbing blow to the back of his head that staggers the World Champion.
Tex: It looks like Inferno has been in the gym, training up on a little submission wrestling.
Banter: I guess he saw all those sneaky, flashy tricks that people like Darkness and Freya were doing and decided to combine their hollow pizzazz with good, honest brute strength.
Cain: Hollow pizzazz?
The masked giant reaches for Darkness and grabs him from behind, lifting him up onto one shoulder before dropping him down onto his knee. Darkness's back arches in pain as he hits the mat and Inferno looks for a pin...
One...kickout!
Inferno grabs Darkness roughly by the head and lifts him up. He whips him into the corner, causing more pain to Darkness's back as he hits the turnbuckle before charging in with a big clothesline. The impact sends Darkness down to the mat, resting in the corner, and Inferno immediately starts to choke him with his boot. The referee moves in, and has to physically pull Inferno away from Darkness to break the illegal attack. Darkness stands up slowly, massaging his throat.
Tex: Do you think Inferno is targeting Darkness's lower back?
Cain: That would make sense. Darkness has precious few weaknesses, but concentrating on one body part will make the best of the attacks Inferno makes.
As the World Champion recovers, Inferno pushes past the referee towards Darkness, but he sends his opponent crashing face-first into the turnbuckle with a drop-toehold and, as Inferno staggers backwards, rolls him up with a schoolboy...
One...
Tw...no! Not enough!
Darkness tries to grapple with Inferno on the mat, but the masked man grabs him by the neck and flips him over onto his back before rolling over and locking his arms around the World Champion's abdomen.
Cain: Inferno is going for a bearhug!
Darkness winces in pain and shakes his head as the referee checks on him. Inferno pulls himself up to one knee and increases the pressure on Darkness's back as he lifts him slightly off the ground. Darkness still refuses to quit however and Inferno stands up fully, lifting the champ clear off the ground and shaking him from side-to-side. Finally, Inferno seems to grow tired of the bearhug and simply hurls Darkness bodily to the canvas.
Banter: Haha. See? Good, honest brute force.
Tex: Darkness landed badly there. He's being manhandled by this giant.
The World Champion picks himself up using the ropes as Inferno watches him carefully. As soon as he is up, Inferno charges in, laying in a forearm to Darkness's back and then lifting him into a high angle back suplex. Darkness bounces across the ring and lands face down. Inferno stands and stalks towards the Champion, his eyes feline eyes as expressionless as always. He yanks Darkness up by his hair, but the smaller man grabs the back of his opponent's neck and then drops to his knees, sending Inferno staggering back with a jawbreaker. Darkness gets to one knee and, as Inferno turns around again, charges and leaps into the air, slamming his knee into Inferno's face.
Cain: Shadowed Wizard!
Darkness covers...
One...
Two...
Th...kickout!
Tex: That was not enough to keep this big man down.
Banter: Of course it wasn't - a Darkness DDT couldn't do it; you think a little knee to the head is going to?
Darkness gets to his feet holding his back slightly and then crouches down. Inferno gets up and Darkness strikes, going for the superkick, but Inferno dodges out of the way and slams his elbow into Darkness's jaw as he passes. Darkness goes down hard and Inferno immediately reaches down and locks his hand around his throat. The referee tries to warn him against the illegal hold, but Inferno ignores him and pulls Darkness up with the choke. Darkness attempts to fight out of the choke, yanking at Inferno's wrist with both his good hand and the prosthetic.
Cain: Inferno is resorting to some pretty brutal moves here. Is that what it's going to take to beat Darkness?
Tex: In the past, when Darkness has been pinned, it's usually been through a combination of outside interference, incredible toughness and heart or, indeed, sheer power. I don't think Inferno has many friends backstage, and I can't speak for his will to win, but I know power when I see it.
Inferno lifts Darkness off his feet and into the air before slamming him down to the canvas with a chokeslam. He retains the choke and repeats the move, shaking the ring with the massive impact as he falls to his knees too. Inferno grabs Darkness by the wrist with his free hand and pins him to the mat...
One...
Two...
Thr...no, Darkness manages to jerk his shoulder from the mat just in time!
Inferno changes his grip so he holds both wrists down and pushes Darkness's shoulders to the mat once again...
One...
Tw...no, another kickout!
Banter: Not long now...
Tex: I can't fault Inferno's perseverance tonight.
Inferno stomps Darkness down and then grabs his legs, turning over and putting him in a high-angle Boston crab. He digs his knee into the small of Darkness's back as he puts torsion on his spine. Darkness grits his teeth in pain, clawing at the mat towards the ropes. He's far away though, and Inferno's grip is firm. He has nowhere to go and starts to pound the mat, perhaps attempting to channel the pain in his back.
Banter: He's tapping out!
Cain: He's most definitely not. Remember, Darkness has
never submitted in a match. He forced Dante to break the Gilded Cage before he would give up and he's survived countless other devastating holds over his career. Inferno might be able to pin Darkness, but I wouldn't bet any money on him making him submit.
Tex: He's giving it the old college try though...
Inferno wrenches back, and Darkness starts to twist his spine ever more, presumably subjecting himself to even more agony, before twisting back around rapidly. The movement unbalances Inferno slightly, and Darkness repeats the motion, this time knocking Inferno off balance and sending him tumbling to the mat. Inferno retains his grip on the World Champion, but Darkness can now reach the ropes and grabs hold of the bottom one, forcing Inferno to release on the count of four.
Cain: Darkness survives that hold, but his back must be in agony right now.
Banter: Yeah, it's just a matter of time. Chalk up another defeat, Darkness.
Darkness holds onto the ropes, recovering for a few precious seconds, as Inferno gets to his feet and cracks his knuckles. He grabs hold of Darkness's foot and yanks him into the centre of the ring. Inferno shifts his grip to Darkness's knee and tries to turn him over into a half-crab, but Darkness twists out of it and sends Inferno spinning away. Darkness immediately rolls to his feet and ducks a clothesline from Inferno before kicking him in the gut and then pulling him into a front-facelock.
Cain: The Darkness DDT!
He spins around, driving Inferno's head into the mat!
Tex: It wasn't enough last time - will it be enough now?
Darkness covers...
One...
Two...
Thre...no!
Banter: Haha!
Cain: Incredible - Inferno survives the Darkness DDT once again. What will it take to put this man down?
Tex: I don't know, Isaiah, but Darkness may not have what it takes after all.
Darkness composes himself quickly and signals for another Darkness DDT. Inferno gets up slowly and he locks in another front-facelock, but Inferno reaches out and locks one massive hand over Darkness's face. The Champion tries to free himself, but Inferno's grip is too powerful.
Cain: Oh my goodness! Inferno has Darkness is some kind of Iron Claw variation!
Tex: I believe he calls that hold ‘The Shroud of Turin'.
Banter: Let's hope Darkness doesn't leave too much blood on Inferno's glove then.
Slowly, Darkness starts to sink to his knees and Inferno rises triumphantly. The referee moves in to check on Darkness and lifts his hand. It falls once...
Twice...
Suddenly, Inferno jerks away with a muffled roar of fury. He cradles his hand, which drips with some black fluid. Parts of his glove seem to be corroding away, revealing pale flesh beneath.
Tex: What the hell?!
Cain: That looks like...yes, I think Darkness just gave Inferno a blast of the Black Mist!
Tex: It seems to be melting through Inferno's glove and hand somehow!
Darkness is on his hands and knees on the mat, the same dark liquid dripping from his mouth. As Inferno charges in furiously, Darkness jerks his face up and a cloud of black spray hits Inferno full-on, causing him to stagger back. His mask seems to have been damaged by the attack and the Black Mist covers the lenses of his eyes. As he stumbles blindly forward, Darkness pulls him into a small package...
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Cain: He did it! Darkness blinded Inferno with that mist and rolled him up for the win!
Banter: So in other words he cheated?
Tex: I don't know about that. We've only seen the Black Mist twice before, in two of Darkness's toughest matches. I think it says a lot about Inferno that it took that to bring him down.
Inferno rolls over on the mat, wiping at his mask, and then recoiling as the corrosive liquid eats through his gloves and costume. Areas of pale flesh are exposed, looking red and sore where the Black Mist touches them. Darkness staggers to his feet and receives his titles. He lifts them above his head as EMTs climb into the ring and attempt to attend to Inferno.
Tex: Darkness walks out the victor, but he had to bring Inferno down with a highly dangerous attack, it seems.
Darkness dabs at his lips where a little of the Black Mist still clings to his face. Apparently it isn't harmful to him, but he has a strange look in his eyes as he watches Inferno, still in obvious pain.
NUTHIN'
BUT
LOVE
BAAAAAAAAAAABY!!!A booming guitar fills the arena, suddenly dark, spotlights facing the ramp.
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Leaping outward, already shouting, The Big Bamlicious heads down the ramp, a short steel pipe in his hand.
Tex: Looks like it's time for the big man's announcement!
Cain: And judging by the look on his face, he means business tonight!
Bam's music fades as he enters the ring. He marches right up to Darkness, and neither man backs down.
Tex: Neither of these men have an ounce of fear in their hearts!
Banter: Although they'd both scare the lunch out of most people.
A mic is slid into the ring and, without breaking eye contact with Darkness, Bamlicious picks it up.
Bam: So it seems our
World Champ can't even take out a second-tier title holder without cheating...
The crowd oooh's at Bam's insult, and Darkness swipes the mic out of his hand.
Darkness: If I recall correctly, that's a second-tier title that
you failed to capture.
Both men glare at each other as the crowd ooooh's again.
Bam: Touché. Well, on that note, you'll be happy to find out that I've taken care of another title holder...
The TwistedTron lights up with a shot backstage.
Tex: That's...
Cain: ... disgusting!
On the screen is Freya, laying unconscious backstage, a pool of blood under her head. Darkness runs over to the ropes, staring up at the TwistedTron.
Tex: Oh no!
Darkness hits the mat with a thud as Bam bounces the steel pipe off his skull.
Cain: Darkness had to be pretty damn distracted to not see that coming!
Tex: Who wouldn't be, with one of their closest friends lying in her own blood!
Bamlicious lifts his other hand to his mouth, speaking into the mic.
Bam: You folks see these two lying here? Neither one of them deserves the gold hanging around their waists... So in January, at Retribution, they're both coming back to this ring for round two! And I'll be walking out of their with
both their titles around my waist!!
Tex: Bam's just made his decision, and it's a match against both Darkness
and Freya!
Cain: The New Year is really going to start off with a bang! We're outta time tonight! Don't miss TCW Retribution, coming in January!!
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