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We are the Willing

Led By The Unknowing

Doing The Impossible

For The Ungrateful

We Have Now

Done So Much

For So Long

For So Many

With So Little

We Can Now Do Anything

With Nothing At All



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Tex: Welcome eveyone to TCW RETRIBUTION! This is our first payperview of the new year, and we're going to bring it with style!

Cain: It looks like we'll be starting off tonight with the commissioner, Valerie Stern! The camera's in her office!

Banter: I have one in there too...


"I can sympathise with your plight, Mr. Jude..."

The camera is positioned to show a view of the skybox where Commissioner Stern has made her office for Retribution. The man sitting opposite her doesn't look happy.

"With all due respect, Ms. Stern, I don't think you really do."

"Oh, believe me, I'm no stranger to my roster disappointing me."

Jude's shoulders slump. "I'm not exactly getting a lot of exposure on TV, that's all."

"Again, I sympathise, but I can't magic opponents out of thin air now, can I? No one has seen Jasper Linwood, Ryan Blietz or The Prophet since...well...since ever in at least one of their cases."

"But I'm here! I want to wrestle! I want to tussle with the heavyweights and prove I have what it takes to be a champion!"

Stern clears her throat. "Well...I don't know about that."

"Why not?" Jude leans forward and taps his index finger against Stern's desk, "I've been watching the shows, I know who the big names are, and they don't look so tough. That Hardy fella with the whatsitshock belt; he's not much bigger than me. Why not give me a shot?"

"It's...not that simple."

"How about Darkness then? I don't really understand the buzz surrounding him. Is it his facepaint?"

"Um...no..."

"Even so, I think I deserve the chance to prove myself, since I'm here."

"I quite agree, Mr. Jude," Stern nods, "and you have my personal guarantee that, next time you turn up willing to work, you'll have some opponents who are just as enthusiastic."

"Well I hope so. Because I've been watching some other wrestling shows; you wouldn't want me to take my services to TNA or FWRFed, I hope."

"If you're so ready to jump ship, Mr. Jude, maybe I underestimated your enthusiasm," Stern replies with a cold expression.

"No, no," he replies, holding up his hands, "I'm a company man. TCF to the bone."

"TCW, Mr. Jude..."

"Oh. Yeah...I knew that."

Tex: Some people... It's time to hit the ring now with our first matchup of the show!



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The Mark of Silence comes out to the ring with Raja smoking a cigar on the way to the ring; he looks at the fans like he is trying to say something until Raja smacks him across the face and tells him to move his ass. The Mark then walks to the ring jogging up the stairs he takes one more puff of his cigar before he lays against the turnbuckle waiting for his opponents.

Sammy Eubanks: The following triple-threat match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the TCW AFTERSHOCK CHAMPIONSHIP...introducing first, in the ring...from Orlando, Florida...weighing in at 235 lbs... THE MAAAAARK OF SIIIILEEEEENCE!!!!

Banter: Who is this guy, and what's he doing getting a title shot?

Tex: The Mark of Silence is making his debut, but long time fans may recognise him as the artist formerly known as Pat Wow.

Banter: Holy shit! Pat Wow?! I'm getting his autograph!

Cain: Sit down, you idiot.

As the music starts up, all lights go out. The crowd is greeted with Drako's voice shouting with a thounderous echo:

ENTER THE DRAGON!

After 45 seconds of waiting, Drako is shown by fire-red and blood red spotlights, one on each side, on top of the machine that does the entrance movies. As the first verse starts he jumps down, and halfway down he grabs ahold of a platform and falls down again, this time to the stage, he faces downward and his eyes still look forward.

Sammy: And his opponents, first, weighing in at 325lbs...DRAAAAAAAAAAAAKOOOOOO!!!!

Cain: Drako and Hardy have some history, but now Hardy's title is on the line - can he overcome this monster tonight?

Banter: Never mind him; he's got to beat Pat effing Wow!

Drako is in the ring now, and towers over the Mark of Silence, who refuses to back down.

The arena goes dark and silent before the opening guitar chords of Strapping Young Lad's "Shitstorm" begin playing. The screen flashes split second shots of David Hardy in action as blue lights flash in sync with the music. Suddenly a massive explosion of fire erupts at the top of the ramp. David Hardy slowly steps out. He walks to either side of the stage and stares out at the audience with an enraged expression on his face.

Sammy: And...from West Vancouver, British Columbia...weighing in at 200lbs...he is the TCWAFTERSHOCK CHAMPION...DAAAAAAVIIIID HAAAAAAAARDY!!!!

Tex: Rumours abound about David Hardy and our Commissioner Ms. Stern.

Banter: Hardy, you dog!

Tex: Well, whatever the situation, Hardy has a stranglehold on the Aftershock title, and I doubt he has any plans to let up in this match.

Hardy enters the ring and lifts his belt in the air as he mounts the turnbuckle, but Drako is on him instantly, clubbing him across the bag and dragging him down. The referee rings the bell and grabs the discarded belt as Drako smashes Hardy into the mat. The Mark hangs back, watching his opponents fight.

Drako hurls Hardy into the corner and then slams into him with a clothesline. He grabs Hardy by the hair and knees him in the face before throwing him into the canvas. The Mark takes his opportunity and charges Drako from behind, attacking him with an elbow strike to the back of the head. Drako shows no signs of having felt the blow and spins around, dropping The Mark with a big boot.

Cain: Drako is a truly brutal competitor, Hardy will need to rely on his agility to survive.

Tex: As will The Mark of Silence.

Drako powerbombs The Mark and goes for a cover, but Hardy breaks it up straight away. He hits an enziguri and goes for a cover of his own...

One...but Drako powers right out.

Hardy exchanges a nod with The Mark and the two men charge Drako at the same time as he stands up. They attack him with punches and kicks then try to whip him across the ring, but Drako smashes into them with a double-clothesline on the way back. Drako picks The Mark up by the throat and throws him across the ring. He turns to attack Hardy, but the Aftershock Superstar ducks and pulls down the ropes, causing Drako to overbalance and tumble out to the floor.

Cain: Hardy may have brought himself and The Mark of Silence a little breathing room here.

Hardy stands, but walks right into a thrust kick from The Mark. The challenger follows up with a backdrop driver and holds on for the pin...

One...


Tw...not enough!

Hardy rolls to his feet and hits an armdrag. He holds on, but The Mark reaches the ropes and Hardy is forced to let him up. He knocks him back against the ropes with a European Uppercut and then sends him toppling over with a picture-perfect dropkick.

Tex: Tremendous dropkick from Hardy...

Banter: But he better watch out!

Hardy turns around and bumps into Drako. The giant lifts him with a two-handed choke and then turns around, falling into a sit-out chokebomb. He pins...

One...


Two...


Thr...no!

Drako grabs Hardy by the legs and locks in his signature submission, the Crab Lock. Hardy winces in pain and reaches for the ropes, but he can't get to them.

Cain: Hardy has nowhere to go!

Tex: His reign as Aftershock Champion could be over!

Hardy looks like he might tap, but suddenly The Mark comes out of nowhere and breaks up the hold by crashing into Drako. Caught off balance, the monster staggers forward and The Mark leaps towards the ropes and bounces off with a leg lariat. Hardy rolls out of the way as The Mark bounces off the ropes and hits Drako with a crossbody. He holds on and pins as they land...

One...

But Drako rolls through and drops The Mark onto his knee. He holds on and hits another backbreaker, and another, before dropping him down and covering...

One...


Two...


Thre...no! The Mark just manages to roll his shoulder up.

Cain: The Mark of Silence is proving that he has what he takes in this match. He's showing some serious tenacity.

Banter: Yeah, but he's going to need more than that if he wants to beat Drako - remember how many chairshots it took Hardy to bring him down last time?

Drako beats on The Mark, pounding on him with right hands. He lifts him onto his shoulder and executes a powerslam, then picks him up and hurls him bodily into the turnbuckle. He charges in, but The Mark gets his foot up and then comes back with a springboard clothesline. Drako goes down, but The Mark's celebration is short lived as he walks right into the DKO!

Tex: Hardy from nowhere!

The Mark rolls into the ropes, clutching his neck as Hardy waits from Drako to stand. As he does, he dives in and hits a second DKO. He goes for the pin...

One...


Two...


Thr...kickout!

Hardy can't believe it, but he starts to tune up the band and hits a superkick as Drako staggers up again. Drako falls back against the ropes and bounces forward, and Hardy hits a third DKO. He covers...

One...


Two...


Three!!!

Cain: Hardy retains! It took two DKOs and a superkick, not to mention the help of The Mark of Silence to bring Drako down, but he did it!

Hardy catches his breath in the ring as The Mark rolls away and walks back up the ramp with Raja. Hardy lifts the Aftershock Title, but Drako is up on one knee and stands up behind him slowly.

Banter: Oh no! Watch out, Hardy!

Drako advances on the man who just defeated him, but suddenly goes down as a steel chair slams into the side of his skull.

Tex: What the hell?!

The crowd is shocked as, standing in the ring, is none other than Hardy's former tag team partner, Highone.

Cain: It's Highone! He must have come through the crowd to help his friend!

Highone smashes Drako with the chair again and again, finally knocking him out of the ring. Hardy looks overjoyed to see his buddy and goes towards him, hand outstretched, but Highone rounds on him and smashes him across the skull without warning!

Banter: What?!

Tex: Highone just hit Hardy with that chair! What the heck is going on here?

Hardy is unconscious in the ring, a trickle of blood pouring from his head as Highone hurls the chair to the canvas and stands over his fallen former tag partner, a cold look in his eyes.

Tex: What a comeback! But what on earth does this mean for the RoXoRz??



The camera suddenly cuts away from the current feed, and we're met with a shaky picture. There's clearly a face directly in front of the camera, who seems to be pleading, and grabbing the cameraman. The picture steadies, and we can hear the man repeatedly saying "Thank you!".

Matt Strikmore comes into view, nervously looking over both shoulders.

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Matt: Ok, here's the deal. I've got about thirty seconds before security finds me again. They now know there is a rogue popcorn vendor in the arena.

Commissioner Stern, I took your advice and looked over my contract. And what I found is that you are completely right. You were within your rights to close out my contract. I am no longer your employee. However, I think you're forgetting something.


Matt reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a sheet of paper folded several times. He faces the camera again, and starts unfolding.


Matt: About two weeks after I started here, I was entered into a tournament. The whole fed was in it. Called it the Majestic Cup. Thing is? I won. I got a fat check, and this piece of paper. I've kept it with me ever since.


Matt puts the paper directly in front of the camera. It takes a moment for the lens to focus.


Matt: This is a contract. An open contract. I can request any match, with any stipulations I want. Forgot about this, huh? It's already got you name on it. So here's the deal. I want a match. One match. I win? I get my job back. I lose? I go away. Your call, Commissioner. You can always have your lawyers look at it if you want, but I think you know how this goes. You've got my cell.


There's some shouting down the hall, and the sound of shoes running. Matt looks into the camera while taking off.


Matt: WXPR! Thanks for the tickets! Joe and Bob in the morning!

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The camera comes into focus, showing a hulking figure in the shadows. With a bellow of rage, he steps out into the light.

"Where is he?!" Drakus bellows.

Pryce steps into shot behind him. "I suppose Keening has heard of your reputation. It's understandable that a...weak...man like him wouldn't want to face you in combat."

Drakus snarls and lashes out at one of the lockers next to him, denting it with his massive fist.

"Control your temper. You weren't brought back here to destroy more property."

"Then why was I brought back here?"

"You know the man my employers wish you to target."

"I already broke him once. Why should I do it again?"

"Our aims have changed since that time."

Drakus shakes his head. "Whatever. All I want is someone to destroy. Doesn't have to be him...but it has to be someone..."

"Someone like me?"

The camera swings round to show Aaron Keening framed in the door of the locker room.

"I thought you'd chickened out..."

"No, I was delayed in traffic. Do you always jump to conclusions so quickly?"

Drakus snorts. "Are you here to fight or make jokes?"

"I'm here to fight." Keening turns away, "I'll see you in the ring."

"Screw the ring!"

"Wha...?"

Keening doesn't get far as Drakus charges across the locker room and slams into him. He grabs the smaller man and hurls him against the door splintering it off its hinges.

Tex: It looks like Drakus has decided to start his match early!

Banter: That crazy Drakus! What will he do next?

Keening staggers out into the corridor, but Drakus follows him and tries to grab him. Keening ducks and dodges out of the way, holding up his hands. "What the hell, man?"

"Come here!"

Drakus swings at Keening, catching him with one of his fists and sending him tumbling away.

Cain: We need someone to break up this brawl! Drakus is a psychopath!

Banter: I could have told you that before this happened.

Referees suddenly flood the corridor holding Drakus back. He fights against their grip, momentarily breaking free to seize upon Keening with a chokehold. The officials finally manage to yank him lose and bear him off down the corridor, bellowing in rage.

Keening sits up against the wall, holding his throat and breathing heavily. EMTs crowd around him, but he waves them off. "What the hell..." he gasps, "...I didn't even...do...anything..."

Suddenly, a pair of black shoes steps into view, and Keening looks up to meet the penetrating gaze of Pryce. The shadows seemed to have followed him out of the locker room.

"Maybe you...should...control...your client, eh?"

Pryce leans down so his face is close to Keening's. "It's time," he says in a low voice, "that you and your kind learnt what you're up against. You should be grateful the cameras were here, and so many nice people were willing to help you. It won't always be that way."

"W...what?"

Pryce says nothing more, merely straightening and turning on his heel, walking off in the direction that Drakus was just dragged.

Tex: Now what was that all about?

Banter: ‘His kind'? Does Pryce hate musicians?

Cain: I have no idea, but something's not right about that guy...not to mention his ‘client'...

Banter: Let's get to the next match!


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Sammy Eubanks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the TCW TRANSCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Immediately the familiar theme of 'All About the Benjamins' plays over the speakers, and the TwistedTron starts playing an entrance video...as the form steps out from the entryway...

Sammy Eubanks: Introducing the challenger...from New York City... weighing in at 220 lbs...WILLIAM SHAAAAMROCK!!!!

William Shamrock steps out from the entryway, dressed in his usual wrestling attire. The boos from the Brazilians appears to just bounce right off the man, as he carries himself with an air of confidence. He steps through the ropes before turning around to face the entry way, and makes a very visible sign across his waist...

Tex: Shamrock appears to be signaling it's his night tonight!

Immediately following Shamrock's entrance comes the familiar nightmarish organ of a certain monster. The lights all vanish much to the anxiety of the crowd, and then a single red spotlight lights the stage, revealing a dark form rising from beneath. The form raises its hands into the air violently...and four fire pillars surround him. The lights return, with a reddish hue.

Sammy Eubanks: And the opponent...weighing in at 290 pounds... he is the TCW Transcontinential Champion...INFERNOOOOO!!!!

He walks to the ring in a manner much like a living machine, staring straight ahead at his opponent. The eyes of the mask constantly meet Shamrock's. He reaches up to the top rope, and pulls himself up and over.

Tex: From one perspective, you could say the match tonight is money versus brute force. Which holds more power?

Cain: That's one way to look at it. On the other hand, these two opponents have very interesting styles. Inferno tends to work like a powerhouse most of the time but has an unpredictable move set. You really never know what kind of offense you're going to see next, which makes him a dangerous monster. Shamrock himself is nothing to sneer at, an accomplished chain wrestler who may be able to catch Inferno off guard. It'll be interesting to see how these two styles match up.

Inferno coldly hands his TCW Transcontinential belt over to the referee, who holds it up to signal that the title is on the line, and then hands it over to someone off camera to put it off to the side.

The referee asks both competitors if they are ready, which they both nod a 'yes'. He calls for the bell, and with another DING-DING, the match is underway!

Circling each other, the two opponents proceed to lock up, but after a matter of seconds, Shamrock is thrown violently to the mat.

Tex: It's definitely clear who has the pure physical advantage here!

Shamrock quickly gets to his feet as Inferno considers him for a moment, and then charges in for another lock up. Shamrock is violently thrown into the corner where Inferno proceeds to let loose with several strikes, each which 'thwap' against Shamrock's head powerfully. On occasion, the monster lets loose a knee to the chest. However, the referee doesn't let Inferno keep him pinned in there for long, and starts a count, which causes Inferno to release him at 4.

Shamrock appears to be taking a moment to catch his breath, but Inferno goes right back on the offensive, taking him by the arm roughly and whipping him straight into the opposite corner. Following after immediately is Inferno, who charges with a corner clothesline...

...and misses, as Shamrock JUST gets out of the way at the last second. Taking advantage of Inferno's brief stun, he quickly rolls him up...

Tex: Shamrock's going for the quick win!

One...


Two...


Kickout!

Cain: It looks like Shamrock's going to have to do more than that to keep the monster down--oh, see what he's trying to do there...

Immediately after the kickout, Shamrock struggles to maintain a grip of Inferno's legs. Acting fast, he is able to turn the big guy over...

Tex: Shamrock transitions quickly into a leg lock!

Cain: Nice ring presence there by Shamrock...

Shamrock has a visible grimace on his face as he applies as much pressure as he can to the hold, trying to keep him in there. Unfortunately for him, Inferno is able to power out after about ten seconds, wrenching himself from the hold and responding with a heavy boot to Shamrock's face. The monster is visibly angered by Shamrock's offense, and proceeds to stomp away at him repeatedly before picking him up and shooting him off the ropes. Immediately Inferno goes for a big boot type move...

...but JUST at the last second, Shamrock ducks and performs a chop block on Inferno's remaining leg, taking him harshly off his physical base. The crowd boos a little bit from this offense.

Cain: Wow. Great counter to the big boot there.

Quickly, Shamrock applies a similar leg lock to before.

Cain: And this is one of the ways to beat a monster like Inferno. You can't out power him, so you have to out wrestle him, and just like you see here, Shamrock is going for that, trying to work on the legs of Inferno and take away his powerful vertical base.

A groan can be heard from behind Inferno's mask as the pressure is again applied to his legs. It's a few seconds more before he's able to break free of the hold with authority. Again he kicks Shamrock roughly before picking him up by the head, but this time, he doesn't shoot him off the ropes. He hooks Shamrock's head, and prepares to lift him up over his head...

Tex: He's going for a vertical suplex!

But as Shamrock is lifted into the air, he gets loose and lands on his feet behind Inferno. He first grapples Inferno in a waistlock before moving immediately to a hammerlock, but Inferno slips out and reverses the waistlock. Shamrock is quick on the uptake, and proceeds to deliver several elbows to break the waistlock. He turns around and kicks Inferno in the gut before attempting to deliver a Downward Spiral, but he doesn't take Inferno off his feet. Instead, Inferno gains control and reverses into the vertical suplex, this time landing it, picture perfect and with a powerful slam.

Tex: And Inferno connects this time. He's going for the cover!

Inferno pins Shamrock with a lateral press...

One...

Two...

Thr...Kickout!

Tex: And Shamrock's still got plenty left in the tank.

Banter: He's just getting warmed up...

After the kickout, Inferno is quick to maintain his grip on Shamrock. He brings both of them to a vertical stand and whips him against the ropes, but instead of waiting to give him a clothesline or a big boot, he shoots himself off the ropes...when Shamrock bounces back, the huge man is seen landing right on top of him! The crowd lets out an 'Ooooh'!

Tex: Cross body block! My God, that's two-hundred and ninety pounds in the air landing straight on Shamrock!

Cain: I wasn't expecting to see THAT move from him! And it caught Shamrock off guard!

Inferno brings himself to his feet and takes advantage of the downed Shamrock, landing various blows, thrusting his knees into his chest.

Tex: That monster's going to break a rib at this rate!

When he's done with his ground attack, Inferno grabs Shamrock and lifts him into the air to his feet. Shamrock is visibly gasping for air, and it's only made worse when Inferno grabs his throat, the crowd immediately excited into a mixture of cheers and boos for the monster.

Tex: And now he's going for the Chokeslam. Shamrock has experienced one of these first hand, back in their match at the Majestic Cup!

Before Inferno is able to lift him, Shamrock kicks, as hard as he can, towards Inferno's leg, and is able to prevent him from getting him into the air. He delivers another knee straight to Inferno's gut and quickly backs away out of his grip. He gasps for air, but appears to be beckoning the monster, backing up a bit close to the referee...

Inferno lunges at Shamrock for a spear!

But Shamrock moves out of the way!

Tex: Inferno just drove himself into the referee! That damn Shamrock planned it!

Banter: I told you he was just getting warmed up. What beautiful strategy!

Tex: Knocking out the referee is strategy?!

Banter: Of course it is. Now there's nothing holding him back...

Shamrock moves like a ninja, reaching into his tights and pulling out some kind of shiny object...slipping it onto his hand, he punches Inferno in the back of the head while he is stunned, and the monster falls down like he was shot.

Tex: That cheater! He pulled brass knuckles on Inferno!

Banter: Cheater? It's an equal playing field for them with the referee out. If Inferno was smart, he'd have brought some brass knuckles too.

Cain: Either way, there's no referee to keep order, and Shamrock is taking advantage of it!

A visible look of anger is on Shamrock's face as he pounds away at Inferno with the knuckles, shouting "You shouldn't have shown up!" audibly at him.

Tex: He's just hammering away...I can see blood staining Inferno's mask from the inside!

Shamrock goes for the cover...

...

...

Immediately after, he sits back up with an audible "DAMMIT!" and pounds the mat. The referee is still out and can't make a count!

Cain: Getting the referee taken out allowed him to take advantage, but he also can't make a pinfall like this!

Tex: This is where cheating gets you!

Banter: Oh, don't worry, he's not finished with Inferno yet.

Shamrock slides out of the ring like a snake, and grabs something from underneath the ring...a chair. He slides back in, and quickly sticks Inferno's leg inside of it...and then walks over to the turnbuckle...

Tex: He's not going to...

Cain: He's been working on that leg all match and he's going to try to break it!

He reaches the top of the turnbuckle, and turns around for his top rope leg drop...

Only to see Inferno sitting up, and staring straight at him!

Tex: Shamrock looks white as a ghost!

The monster grabs the chair off his leg and throws it STRAIGHT into Shamrock's face with a clash, causing him to slump painfully to the canvas. He dabs at his bleeding forehead through his mask, and then clenches his fist tightly. Inferno stands ready, stalking Shamrock, waiting for him to get up...

Inferno lashes out with his hand, but Shamrock just barely avoids it! The angry monster turns around...and walks straight into a sweeping uranage!

Tex: The Stocks Crash!

Shamrock covers Inferno...a moment later, a new referee slides into the ring...


One...



Two...



Thre..NO!

Tex: Inferno JUST rolled his shoulder off the canvas! The referee's hand must have been an inch away from slapping the mat!

Cain: What does it take to put this man away?

Shamrock pounds the mat in frustration again, and stands up, this time pulling along Inferno. He's about to set him up for the Money Clip when...

..a kick lands square on Shamrock's solar plexus, and the monster's fist clasps over his face in an iron-claw hold!

Tex: That's the Shroud! The Shroud of Turin!

Cain: That's a modified claw-hold, folks, and it's focused on Shamrock's mouth and nose, cutting off his air supply. This is a LEGAL suffocation move, and he can get Shamrock to tap out from it!

Shamrock fights wildly to escape, elbowing and kicking his opponent, but even with his weakened legs Inferno is able to establish a tight hold over Shamrock. He slips one leg behind Shamrock's and manages to take him down to a knee, ensuring the hold. The ring microphones are just barely picking up Shamrock's muffled howls of fury and pain...

Tex: He's going to have to tap out at this rate!

Banter: Yeah right.

Inferno applies weight to Shamrock's body still keeping the hold tight in...eventually taking him all the way down to the mat. Quickly, he presses a knee into his chest.

Cain: Inferno's pressing on those ribs he worked on earlier in the match. He's got that hold cinched in tightly, there's no ropes nearby to reach for, I don't see any way out of it!

Shamrock isn't tapping out though...he still struggles in vain to pull that hand off of him. After several seconds of struggling, he begins to slow down...his hands going limp.

The referee went over to check on him, and picked up his hand...

His arm fell once...




Twice...




Three times!

The referee calls for the bell!

Tex: Shamrock's passed out!

Sammy Eubanks: Here is your winner, and STILL the TCW Transcontinential Champion...INFERNOOOO!

Despite the bell ringing, Inferno's music playing, and the announcer declaring his victory, Inferno doesn't release the hold until the referee gets his attention and hands him the belt. He appears to snap out of a trance, releasing Shamrock and raising his belt in the air triumphantly. The officials move over to Shamrock to check on him while Inferno celebrates his victory.

Cain: Whether you love him or hate him, Inferno is becoming quite a dominant force in TCW, but you can't count Shamrock out. He came close...really close, but he just couldn't put Inferno away.

Tex: Shamrock didn't quit; I may not be his biggest fan, but that young man deserves the credit. Only his body physically giving up prevented him from winning this match and if the rumours about him leaving TCW to concentrate on his FWRFed career are true, I hope he reconsiders, or graces our ring again soon.


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Invisible hand in front of me
Scared to death there's someone near
Scared to move but you can't stay here
You know me, evil eye
You know me, prepare to die
You know me, the snakebite kiss
Devil's grip, the Iron Fist
Flying horse don't make a sound
Flying hooves don't touch the ground
Walk in circle lose you track
Can't go on but you can't go back
You know me!"

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Flanked by Adam Wilson and Bruce, Commissioner Stern hits the ramp, mic in hand.

Stern: William Shamrock! This is a disgrace! I have never in my life had to deal with such incompetence! I thought we had an agreement: you help me out, and I'll help you out. But it seems that you can't get anything done around here!

I am, quite frankly, sick of it. So why don't you hop on your little private jet -- which is much smaller than mine, by the way -- and head back to the States, because as of this moment, YOU'RE FIRED!

Tex: She's lost her damn mind! Shamrock just put on one helluva match!

Cain: Clearly, this Congressional investigation has been stressing Miss Stern out...

Stern: Now, let me tell you people something! I want you all to know that Matt Strikmore has been ejected from the building! Yes, he had a ticket, but ticket holders do not have backstage privileges, nor can they abduct one of my cameras!

However, his point does stand. Matt Strikmore does hold an open contract for one match, and can name his stipulations. But since he did not specify an opponent, that will be left up to me with no further input from Mr. Strikmore.

Next week, we'll be having a contract signing, at which point I will explain the details. So for the first time since his untimely injury at the hands of Drakus, Matt Strikmore will legally be in a TCW ring. Trust me when I say it will be something you won't want to miss! Hopefully he'll do a bit better than Mr. Shamrock.

Tex: I'm tellin' you, she's lost it!

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Hello, everyone. I'm David Manning, and this is your RWN Hourly Update!

Senator Stephan MacDonald has been an edgy front-runner in recent days, pumped up by crowds and in near disbelief about national polls showing him racing ahead of other Republican candidates, including fellow Arizona senator John McCain. But MacDonald is still visibly jumpy that something could go wrong. And he would know.

'I have seen this movie before,' Mr. MacDonald told reporters on his campaign bus, the Take Back America Express, as it rumbled along the New Jersey Turnpike on Monday toward a news conference at Grand Central Terminal.

After his presidential campaign's near-death experience last summer, Mr. MacDonald now see-saws between projecting an aura of confidence and back-pedaling when he grows nervous about presuming too much.

At a rally and press conference in historic Faneuil Hall in Boston on Monday, a reporter said Mr. MacDonald seemed to be predicting that the Republican nomination would be decided in his favor Tuesday. Mr. MacDonald jumped on him.

"I am not predicting that. I am not predicting, I am not predicting. Let me repeat what I just said. I said I am guardedly confident that we can do well. I predict nothing because I am a very superstitious person."

Mr. MacDonald has rarely detoured from his stump speech in these final days before Tuesday's primaries and caucuses — he calls for making the Bush tax cuts permanent and says that not only is radical Islamic terrorism is a great threat to our nation, but that even greater threats currently lurk within our own borders — but he has begun to hurl some barbs at the Democratic presidential candidates, Senators Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton, who have criticized him as fearmongering.

In Boston, in a preview of what would be a centerpiece of his campaign should he win the nomination, Mr. MacDonald said their criticism 'shows a fundamental lack of experience and judgment about national and domestic security issues' and pointed out that the United States has overlooked domestic threats for decades. 'They don't understand warfare,' he said.

In the last 24 hours, Mr. MacDonald and his aides have begun to fret about recent California polls showing a tighter race with Mitt Romney than they had expected. 'I think it's a lot closer,' Mr. MacDonald told reporters on his bus.

Mr. MacDonald is responding by flying to California from New York on Tuesday for an afternoon rally in San Diego before heading home to Phoenix to vote and wait for returns. The tightening race in California may also explain why Mr. MacDonald renewed a swipe against Mr. Romney on Monday in New Jersey, when he said at a mobbed rally at the Colonial Fire House in Hamilton that Mr. Romney 'ignored homegrown threats to our nation.'

Mr. Romney has denounced the claim, widely labeled as misleading by news organizations, as 'reminiscent of the McCarthy era.'

At other times in recent days, Mr. MacDonald and his aides have acknowledged that much of his campaign's turnaround was the result of factors beyond his control, most notably the success so far of the Congressional investigation of sports entertainment federation Twisted Championship Wrestling, and its parent company, Twisted Experience . Mr. MacDonald's support for it in the face of enormous skepticism last summer was a major reason his campaign imploded.

And if the investigation had failed? 'I might be here, but I think there'd be plenty of room back here,' Mr. MacDonald said Monday, gesturing to a dozen reporters squeezed with him on the U-shaped sofa at the back of the bus. "Richards and I would be playing a game of cards," he added, referring to Steve Richards, one of his campaign advisers, who was trolling through news of California polls on a BlackBerry.

Mr. MacDonald got a break of sorts on Sunday night when he watched the Super Bowl, although he chose as his viewing spot not the peace of his hotel suite but the noisy lobby bar of the Hyatt Regency in Boston. As reporters, hotel staff members and bar patrons looked on, Mr. MacDonald shared a sofa with Representative Doyle Hammers of Georgia, and Lindsey Graham of South Carolina. Both men traveled with him on Monday.

"Just watching with the guys," Mr. MacDonald said. The plan had been for him to stay through one quarter and then go to his room, but Mr. MacDonald was still there as the fourth quarter was getting under way. After the Giants picked up their win, Mr. MacDonald exited the lobby with a final soundbite:

"I'm a simple man, and I love my sports. That's why it's so important that we work to keep them clean, and free of unnatural influences."

It was unclear if the senator was referring to the many allegations of unnatural enhancers being used across the national leagues today, or if his comment was suggestive towards his work investigating TCW.

I'm David Manning, and we'll see you at 11 for all your news, sports, and weather. Enjoy the rest of your show!

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Cain: We're back and ready for some action! Jason Dante will be taking on, well, Elsie...

Tex: I think the man's a bit unhinged, wanting to take on a young lady. Of course, with all he's had to put up with lately, it's no wonder he's a bit flaky!



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

Sammy Eubanks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Cage...she weighs in at 120 lbs...ELSIE!!!!

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

Tex: Unusually, it will be Elsie in action tonight on behalf of Duo, rather then the massive Cage.

Banter: Who booked this shi...stuff?

Cain: I wouldn't count Elsie out yet - we've seen stranger things than a 120 lb woman winning a wrestling match, but I think she has her work cut out for her against this particular opponent...
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As fiery pyros erupt, Dante emerges onto the stage. He is alone, and he has a dark expression on his pale face. The flickering light casts his features into stark contrasts of colour.

Sammy: And her opponent...from the City of Dis in the 6th Circle of Hell...weighing in at 242 lbs...JAAAAAASOOOON DAAAAAAAAAANTE!!!!

Cain: Jason Dante is a living legend, but he and Cage have been staging a private war for some months now, and we've seen what Elsie is capable of.

Banter: She has magic powers!

Tex: Well, Dante is from Hell according to his introduction...

Banter: We need new jobs. It's like working for the circus.

Cage exits the ring as Dante and Elsie square up. She has to crane her neck to look up at the former World Champion. The bell rings and they lock up, but Dante quickly overpowers her and hurls her across the ring. He advances on her and she tries a sloppy drop toehold that sends him stumbling. She hops up and looks for a sleeper, but Dante grabs her by the hair and hurls her to the mat.


Cain: Dante is looking a little vicious there.

Tex: Can you blame him? I don't know what Elsie did to him backstage at Havoc a few weeks ago, or in the ring before that, but it didn't look pleasant.

Dante has Elsie in a side headlock, and she tries to wriggle her way out. Eventually she manages to reach the ropes and the referee calls for the break, but Dante waits till the count of three to release. Elsie is up, and Dante whips her into the opposite corner. He follows in with a clothesline and then scoop slams her before going for a pin...

One...


Two...


Th...no!

Banter: This is going to be over pretty quickly...

Tex: Dante nearly had Elsie there. How much more can she expect to take from someone with the in-ring history of Jason Dante?

Dante whips Elsie into the corner again and charges, but this time she dodges and rolls behind him. She jumps onto his back and pulls him down into a crucifix pin...

One...no!

Dante is right up to his feet and aims a kick at Elsie's midsection, sending her bouncing across the ring. At ringside, Cage seems on the verge of climbing the apron, but restrains himself. Dante hits Elsie with a snapmare and then whips her across the ring, catching her in a thunderous powerslam on the way back. He pins...

One...


Two...


Thre...no!

Cain: Elsie just managed to get her shoulder up there. Dante is putting on a clinic tonight.

Tex: Elsie is outclassed by Dante in every respect, I have to say. I can't deny her heart for taking on this challenge, though I have a hard time sympathising too much with her after she jumped Dante backstage with that strange attack of hers.

Dante lifts Elsie and spins her around. He locks in an inverted front facelock and signals for the Broken Reflection, but Elsie comes to her senses and twists out of it. She hits a dropkick and then follows in with a sloppy spear. She pounds on Dante with furious rights and lefts, but Dante grabs her by the throat and hauls her off. They roll over, and the albino doesn't let go, his face contorting in murderous rage as he chokes the life out of Elsie.

Banter: Whoa!

Tex: I haven't seen this kind of savagery from Dante in years; only in his encounters with Darkness has he shown this kind of intensity and fury.

The referee tries to put a halt to the brutal attack, but Dante ignores him. Cage is far more persuasive however as he climbs onto the apron and starts to enter the ring. Dante jumps up to his feet and intercepts the monster, slamming into him with his shoulder. Cage is unbalanced and falls to the floor as Dante climbs through the ropes and watches him from the apron. Contemptuously, he turns around, but walks right into Elsie who slaps her hands onto the side of his face.

Cain: Oh no! We've seen this before!

Banter: What's she doing?

Tex: I couldn't say, Banter, but look at the expression on Dante's face!

The former Champion's face is contorted in agony and, with a cry of pain, he tumbles to the mat. Elsie stands as if in a trance for a few seconds, and then falls into a tentative cover...

One...


Two...


Three!!!

Tex: Elsie wins!

Banter: How did that happen?

Cain: I have no idea, but Dante looks like he may have been seriously injured.

As Cage climbs back into the ring and scoops Elsie up, Dante still lies in the ring, twitching slightly. EMTs rush down the ramp and Duo make their escape, Elsie seemingly distraught and looking confused and Cage with a stern expression in his dark eyes.

The EMT's surround Dante, checking him over. The crowd watches on as there's no movement for minutes, minutes, and minutes more.

A cheer rises up as Dante raises his arm, one thumb sticking straight up. The EMT's help him to his feet, and Dante sends them out.

Tex: Looks like he wants to have a moment with the fans now...

Suddenly, the arena goes dark, and the Twistedtron comes to life.


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Banter: It's The Hunter!!

Cain: He's been stalking Dante for months now, and he's finally shown his face!

Tex: I can't help but say I'm pretty disturbed by what we've just seen on the Twistedtron...

Inside the ring, The Hunter and Jason Dante come face-to-face. A brave cameraman moves closer towards the two men, picking up their voices on the mic.

"This is it, Jason."

Tex: We've seen a mean steak in Dante here tonight, and I think we're about to see him let loose on The Hunter!

The former World Champion continues to stare at The Hunter, then looks upward. Images of a pregnant woman continue to flash on the Twistedtron.

Dante turns his head back towards the man who's been making his life miserable for months. The Hunter points towards the ramp.

"It's time to go."

Cain: What the hell is he doing??

Dante's head drops down low as he walks towards the ring ropes. The Hunter holds them open as Dante slips through. The Hunter follows, and both men make their way up the ramp, Dante's head still hanging low.

Tex: Then fans sure don't like this and, dammit, neither do I! Hit him, Jason! Don't go along with him!!

Banter: Looks like whatever that video was, Dante couldn't handle it. Figures.

Cain: The rivalry between these two has just become even weirder than ever...

Tex: Well, I never thought I'd say this, but our next match might be the most normal of the night, given everything that's transpired here tonight...


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The crowd hushes in anticipation as Sammy stands in the ring to make his announcement...

Sammy Eubanks: The following triple-threat match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

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)

Sammy: Introducing first, the challenger...

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: He weighs in at 290 pounds, and he is The Majestic Cup 2007 Winner...THE BIIIIG BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMLICIOUS!!!!!!!

Tex: In an unexpected turn of events on Havoc, Bam announced that he would be using his Majestic Cup victory to get a shot at World Titles, but in a match that will also involve the reigning Bleeder Champion.

Cain: This means he could concievably walk out with BOTH titles around his waist.

Banter: And rightfully so. He pretty much made Freya and Darkness look like chumps that night.

Tex: Need I remind you that was a sneak attack?

Bam climbs the stairs to the ring and hops both legs over the top rope to enter the ring. Moments later...

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)

An explosion sounds above the entrance ramp, sending golden pyro raining down.

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!

Sammy: And the 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.

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)

Freya hops up into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and raises an arm, smiling at her many fans.

Tex: Tonight, she has a chance to become the Unified World's Heavyweight Champion...but on the other hand, she can lose that Bleeder Championship!

Cain: It all depends. This will be a very interesting match up...

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!
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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 the 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.

Tex: Like Freya, this can be gain OR lose for Darkness.

Banter: I wouldn't be surprised if one turned on the other in a match with these stakes.

Once all three competitors are inside the ring, the referee raises the World Titles in the air.

Tex: That's what's officially on the line tonight. Freya has beaten Darkness in the past, but Bam is a former ECF World Champion. Who will walk out the victor?

All three of them signal their readiness, upon which the referee signals for the bell.

Tex: And we're underway, folks, with this historic match up!

At first nobody makes a move, and then Bam simply leans against the ropes. Darkness and Freya both look at him, then turn to each other to do battle.

Banter: See, what did I tell you, they're going right at each other from the beginning.

Tex: I don't think anyone's turning on anybody. They may be allies, but in the ring, even against each other, it's all about the competition.

The two circle each other carefully, watching each other's movements like hawks. Freya is the first to strike, and it is with great speed that she takes down Darkness with an arm drag. He's quick to get back to his feet, but Freya is waiting with a second. Upon standing up again, this time he is met with a dropkick to the face, again knocking him down. Wasting no time, she positions herself, and does a standing moonsault into a pin.


One...


T...Kickout! Darkness powers out!


Freya rolls to a standing position and jumps in the air for a hurracanrana, but this time Darkness telegraphs it and slams her down back first into the mat.

Tex: Darkness telegraphed that one!

Having his opponent's legs, he turns her over into a half crab, applying pressure. Freya is in visible pain, but focuses...even as Darkness wrenches the hold in, she crawls over to the ropes. He holds it for a count of '3' before breaking it.

His opponent now on the ground, Darkness measurs her carefully...and grasps her in a waistlock, performing a powerful back suplex. Darkness bridges it into a pin!


One...


Two...


Kickout!


Freya is able to get free of the pin, and when the both rise of the attack once more, Freya jumps and mounts Darkness, using her momentum to pull him down...

Tex: Sunset flip!


One...


Two...


No! Darkness reverses the pin!


One...



Two...


Reversal! But instead of pinning him, Freya backs off and runs into the ropes. As Darkness sits up, she bounces off and drop kicks him in the face!

Tex: A beautiful sequence there...

Cain: Why is Bam just watching?

Banter: He's picking his spot, of course. While they beat the crap out of each other he'll stay fresh and pick up the win when they least expect it.

But as Freya is picking Darkness up to his feet and preparing to Irish whip him, she looks over to Bam, meeting his eyes. Bam just smirks and gives a thumbs up as Darkness is whipped towards the waiting Bamilicious...

He moves out of the way! Freya has a shocked look on her face, and it's only punctuated when Darkness makes the rebound and clotheslines her to the ground!

Cain: What the hell? I guess Freya was trying to get Bam to assist her...but he seems to want no part in it! Wait a minute...

Bam appears to be done biding his time, as he moves over to Freya and goes on the attack, stomping away at her with Darkness.

Tex: He's actually teaming up with Darkness?!

Banter: See, I knew this would happen. Bam's a smart guy and he's teaming with the strongest one here.

Cain: I'd heard rumors that somebody may have made an alliance before the show...but I still didn't see THIS coming! For whatever reason, Darkness seems to be going along with it without question.

The two of them continue their offensive, Darkness picking up Freya, and this time whipping her to Bam for the clothesline. Bam sits down and quickly puts Freya in a tight triangle hold, cranking on it hard, Freya writhes in agony and tries to escape the hold. She is able to hook her foot under the rope, which forces Bam to break the hold.

But they don't let up; Bam is quick to lift her into a standing position, and whip her back to Darkness for his share of the offense. An inverted atomic drop comes, just before Bam moves in to put on another submission move, a brutal keylock.

Tex: These two appear to be on the same page for now at least...this is turning into a damn handicap match!

Cain: She's going to have to turn things around quickly, or she may never recover!

Again Freya gets her foot under the rope, again leading to a break of the hold. Bam lifts her up, hooking her head and lifting her up for a vertical suplex but Freya flips over in midair and grabs him by the jaw, falling back into a backbreaker using her knees.

Tex: Lung Blower!

Cain: Beautiful counter by Freya! Can she...

The moment she stands up from the move, Darkness comes from behind and kicks her in the back of the knee, taking her to the canvas once again.

Tex: Darkness from behind...Freya can't make a pinfall like this!

Bam has to roll out of the ring to recover from the move, and Darkness takes advantage of the situation, flipping her over and grapevining her legs.

Tex: The Darkshooter! He's got her!

Freya is caught in the hold, visibly yelling in pain as Darkness reaches back as hard as he can, trying to force her to tap out. A visible look of agony is on her face, hands clawing at the mat in a desperate attempt to try and get to the ropes!

Cain: If she can't break the hold, this one's over!

In spite of the pain, in spite of it all...there is a determination visible in her eyes, as her outstretched hand reaches for the ropes...slowly pulling, slowly crawling towards them...Darkness is struggling to keep her down.

Just as her hand is about to touch the ropes...Darkness pulls hard, and pulls her right back to where she started! He appears determined to prevent her from escaping. He yells as he cinches the hold in again, and Freya lifts her hand up, the referee watching closely...

Still she yells in pain, clearly considering tapping... but the lunges desperately at the ropes, grabbing them with one small hand!

Tex: And Freya will NOT GIVE UP! The determination...she made it to the ropes...but has the damage been done?

Cain: After that, her effort might be in vain. I don't think she has enough left in her to continue, the Darkshooter takes a lot out of you...

Darkness looks frustrated, but he appears to be measuring her, looking for what could be the Darkness DDT or another move that might finish her...he's patient, watching her slowly crawl up, using the ropes to push herself to a standing position.

When she turns around, he sets her up for the finishing DDT...

But Freya reverses! Breaking free and spinning him around, she attempts a Lung Blower...

...and yet, Darkness refuses to let her bring him down, backing straight up into the turnbuckle to knock her free. The impact visibly jarrs her a bit. It is clear that she can barely stand, leaning on the ropes for support.

Darkness backs off, but clearly isn't stopping his offense. He charges straight for her, but at the last second, she boots him in the face, watching him as he turns. There's a look of pain and determination on her face as she jumps off those bad legs, onto the turnbuckle, then off...in a moonsault! Freya catches Darkness by the head and brings it straight to the canvas!

Tex: Full Moon DDT! Full Moon DDT!

Bam slides into the ring again, but Freya weakly drapes her arm over the fallen Darkness...

One...


Two...



Bam charges and kicks her in the head...NO! it isn't enough!





THREE!!




DING-DING!



Tex: IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! My God, we've got a new World's Heavyweight Champion!

Cain: Unbelievable! She did it!

Banter: Ugh...


A referee from the outside slides in to award Freya her belts as Sammy announces the winner.


Sammy: Here is your winner, and the N-


The referee that counted the pinfall shakes his head and interrupts the announcer, as well as the referee with the belts...he makes a visible 'No!' sign, and slides out of the ring...

Tex: What's this? The match is over, Freya had Darkness covered for the three count.

Banter: Heh heh heh... So she did.

Tex: That means we've got a new champion!

Banter: Look at her face.

And Freya is smiling... but something is off. As the referee slides back in, it becomes clear that her forehead was cut wide open, and blood is dripping down her face... The ref hands her the TCW Bleeder Championship and raises her hand. The other officials whisper in the announcer's ear...

Cain: You've got to be... kidding... When did she... I didn't see her get busted open at all!

Tex: No, not at all, throughout the match she was completely clean...

Banter: Obviously you need to have your eyes checked.

The confused crowd watches as the last seconds of the match play out on the TwistedTron. Freya has Darkness covered, her face is clean, and she remains covering him, even when Bam kicks her.

Tex: W-wait a minute, let's see that again in slow motion...

The video again plays, and this time it moves in slow motion...and it becomes clear to the announcers and the crowd, judging from the boos. Bam's last kick cut Freya's forehead at the last second, causing her to bleed.

Tex: Well, this is a DAMN travesty, folks! Freya had the title won!

Banter: Too bad she was bleeding. The rules are the rules, and you can't fault them!

Tex: Since when are YOU an advocate for the rulebook?!

Banter: I'm just calling it like I see it.

Cain: Well, whether you agree with it or not, she is simply still Bleeder Champion...

Sammy: ...Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed... Iis this right? I've just been informed that when Freya made the pinfall, she was bleeding, and therefore... STILL the TCW Bleeder Champion...FREEEEEEEEYYAAA!

Freya looked absolutely distraught!

Tex: But the... the Unified World's Heavyweight Title... didn't she...

Banter: Nope! I am afraid to say that Freya has merely retained her championship as a result of her bleeding. The World title does NOT change hands. She should be grateful that she at least kept her belt!


Sammy: I've also been informed that even though the Bleeder Championship was successfully defended, as per the rules of the match, the Unified World's Heavyweight Championship MUST still be defended tonight! The match will continue!

And the referee rings the bell once again. At the sound, Freya goes berserk on Bam! Revitalized by anger, she goes on a full assault. An arm drag surprises the big man and brings him down to the canvas, after which she jumps onto the middle rope and moonsaults off of it!

Tex: Freya still has a shot at the world title...

Banter: If she can get a pin.

She covers Bam...

One...



Two...



T-No! Bam powers out with authority.

Freya tries to get to her feet but it's clear she's on her last legs, unable to stand as quickly as Bam who takes advantage of the downed woman, grappling her and lifting her into the air for a powerful Brainbuster.

Cain: And now you see Bam just targeting that injured head of Freya's. He smells blood in the water and he has an opportunity to end this one right here.

Bam reaches for Freya on the ground, and she's PLAYING POSSUM! A small package...


One...



Two...



Th-NO!


Bam is able to escape the pin just in time. Freya doesn't cease offense, she looks absolutely irate with Bam and is just quicker than him, despite her favoring her head. She jumps up for a headscissors takedown and brings him to the ground, but as she moves in for more offense...

Tex: Darkness is up! He's behind Freya!

Darkness spins her around, and delivers a decisive Darkness DDT! The cover...


One...



Two...



Three!!!
Ding-Ding!

The bell rings and Darkness is awarded his belts.

Sammy: Here is your winner and STILL the 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARKNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: Darkness retains his title after all!

Banter: He's lucky Bam was there to save him the first time.

Tex: Oh, puh-lease!

Cain: It was an exciting match no doubt, we almost had a new World Champ!

Tex: This has been one helluva night, delivered as promised! This is the kind of action you'll only find right here in TCW!! We're all outta time, folks, so come see us again at Friction!

Cain: Thanks for watching!