Tex: Hello everyone and welcome to our first network show in China! We're coming at you live tonight --

Cain: Even if it's really late where you are!

Tex -- from the sold-out Olympic Sports Centre!

Banter: Would you two shut up so we can get to some action already?




Sammy: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall...

‘Welcome To The Jungle’ kicks in and a buxom valet woman brings Dynamite down to the ring. Everyone in the audience with a soul lets out a collective ‘ahhhhhh’. The valet walks him up the ring steps and lifts him over the top rope to the referee who Dynamite cuddles and blows a raspberry at before the ref finally plonks him down in his corner.

Sammy: From Borneo, Malaysia, weighing in at 277 pounds...DYNAMIIIIIIIIIIITE...BUUUUUUUUUNDY!

Banter: This match is bound to be bananas!

Cain: I'll say. The ape has proven himself to be more than a mere joke here in TCW.

Banter: Well of course he has, he's an orangutan. Orangutans have muscles too, you know. He could lift your fat ass up, Tex!

Tex: Will you shut up?

[html]<center><embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2508060/tcw_izumi_tron.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed></center>[/html]

The arena goes dark as the opening parts of Miseria Cantare play. A single spotlight shines onto the entry way, fading on and off. The music kicks into it's main drum beat just before the lyrics begin. Izumi appears on the stage to a crowd pop in the slowly strobing spotlight as a brief pyro explodes, showering her visage in sparks.

Sammy: From Tokyo, Japan...weighing in at 144 pounds...she is the TCW AFTERSHOCK CHAMPION... IZUUUUUUUUUUUUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She walks slowly to the ring, the spotlight following her, still casting it's powerful strobing glow upon her. She stops at the ring apron, and as the music reaches it's peak, she leaps into the ring, the lights coming on full at last. She circles the ring and shouts stuff to the crowd, pumping them and herself up, before finally mounting a turnbuckle and raising a single fist in the air, Aftershock championship in hand.

Tex: Her title is not on the line tonight, but a win over Izumi would give the ape a shot at being placed in a championship match, at least.

Banter: An orangutan as a champ...

Izumi hands over the Aftershock title to the ringside crew and then steps across from Bundy, before extending a hand with a smile.

Banter: What is she doing?

Tex: It's called sportsmanship. Foreign concept to you, right?

Dynamite Bundy looks around for a few seconds before returning the handshake...and them planting a slobbery kiss on her face.

"Yuck!" she audibly exclaims, leading to chuckles from the crowd. The bell rings.

Izumi steps back, and crouches low in an unusual stance, staring at the monkey, beckoning him on. They lock up, and Izumi pushes into him, growling, but Bundy growls right back in her face, and pushes her over onto her butt. She looks at Bundy with a pouty face before standing up, and charging into Bundy, shoving him into the ropes and whipping him off before tackling and delivering multiple punches.

Cain: It looks like Izumi has decided to stray away from her usual technique and play the monkey's game.

Tex: This match could turn bowling shoe ugly in a hurry...

Izumi stands up as Bundy follows, and again ties up with him, and again is suddenly overpowered. She holds on as she's shoved over, and pulled over with an appropriate monkey-flip. She pounces on him and followed with a series of random strikes, but the ape counters with a punch of his own. He sits up, FAST, and suddenly comes at her with punches from his large, thick arms.

Cain: Bundy isn't a technical wrestler by any means...but those punches have to hurt.

An expression of pain was on Izumi's face as she was driven into the ropes, and received a punch to the gut, wheezing as she collapsed. The ape looked puzzled for a second, and suddenly covered.


One...


T-Kickout!


The ape lifted Izumi up, growling at her before pressing her over his head, and dropping her on her front. Another cover...


One...



Tw-Kickout!


He picks her up and again slams her in a similar fashion, Izumi's face screwed up in pain, as she's covered again...


One....



Two....



Kickout!


Cain: It'll take more than that to keep the Aftershock champion down.

Banter: Unless he keeps it up...

Bundy is about to do the same thing once more, but Izumi has it scouted and drops down behind him, before grabbing him in a waistlock from behind and taking him down to the mat, and wrapping him up in a side headlock on the ground. She cranks it on, putting as much pressure as possible onto the ape's head and neck, wrenching as she tries to keep him grounded.

Cain: This is not the kind of match we usually see her wrestle, Tex. I believe she's decided to try and fight the monkey on his turf, but she might not be able to physically overpower him.

Tex: Let's see what happens...

Izumi cranked on the pressure, keeping him grounded for a few more seconds before Bundy started to power out, and eventually elbowed her in the ribs, before wrapping her up in a tight bearhug. Izumi started to flail her arms around, trying to escape.

Cain: That grip has to be tight. She'll definitely have trouble escaping...

Her struggles seem to weaken at first, before she tries to...headbutt him, over and over! Her efforts seem to stun him long enough for her to slip free, and she cracks him in the back of the head with a swift Enzuigiri!

Tex: Ouch!

Cain: That was a nasty, precise Enzuigiri and I don't think he'll be able to kick out of this one...


One...



Two...



Thre-no! Hand on the rope!


Cain: Wow! The orangutan's got tenacity, too.


Izumi stood up, and lifted two fingers into the air, getting a crowd pop.


Tex: This is a move Izumi has used before, and there's no telling what it will do to an ape...


She moved in close for the pressure point strike, but Bundy suddenly tripped her up with a rollup!


One...


Two...


Three!

Cain: Whoa! What an unexpected finish!

Izumi has a shocked look on her face as she sits up, and looks around.

Banter: Looks like she got careless.

Bundy ooks proudly, jumping around the ring in celebration of his victory. Izumi looks back over at him, shrugs, and starts clapping.

Tex: Izumi is a good sport even in loss. This makes me curious about what would happen in a title match...

Tex: Hot damn, that was a barn-burner!

Banter: What?

Tex: I... I don't know what came over me there.

Cain: Anyway. Our next match is sure to be a ... what was it, Tex?

Tex: A... farm... a farm ... flinger? A farm-flinger!



Sammy Eubanks: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it has the additional stipulation that the winner will have the opportunity to determine the stipulation for the match between Matt Strikmore and Jason Dante at Extreme Measures!

The arena lights turn black and blue, the Twistedtron shows a limo driving through the streets, it stops in front of the arena and the door opens and out steps DeSean decked out in his trademark wrestling gear. After 2 seconds of silence the beginning drums of Oasis Supersonic begins to play, DeSean walks through the curtain head down, with his hoodie covering his face.



Sammy: Introducing first...from Greensboro, North Carolina...weighing in at 224 lbs...DESEEEEEEEEEEEEAN 'THETEEEECHNIIIIICIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN' BLAAAAAAAAACKWEEEEEEEEEEEELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DeSean flips the hood back and outstretches his arms. Syncing his steps to the beat, DeSean stops and forms a cross with his fist, he then outstretches his arms, pyro shoots off behind him.

Tex: And what a great match we have for you here right now – DeSean Blackwell going one on one with the legendary Jason Dante.

Cain: A huge opportunity for this young man. He came within a hair of becoming World Champion at Enter the Dragon, and this is perhaps the chance for some vindication.

Banter: And make a name for himself!

Tex: I think DeSean's name is already made, Banter.

DeSean walks down the ramp arguing with some fans while clapping the hands of others, he hops on the apron and slowly walks down the side. He stops, leaps on the top rope and backflips in. He pumps his fist and raises his arms getting a mixed reaction but mostly cheers, he yells "I'm back baby" and pumps his chest screaming this is "my show".



Red lights illuminate the pale form of Dante, kneeling on the stage. As his music picks up, flames erupt around him, framing him in infernal fury.

Sammy: And his opponent...from the City of Dis, in the Sixth Circle of Hell...weighing in at 242 lbs...this...is JAAAAAAAAAAAAASOOOOOOOOOOOOON DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dante walks slowly down the ramp, whipping off his shades as he approaches the ring. DeSean walks towards him, arms outstretched and Dante snarls something before jumping up to the apron and climbing into the ring.

Cain: This is not just an encounter between two rivals – as Sammy announced, the winner will get to pick the stipulation for Dante and Strikmore's rematch at Extreme Measures.

Banter: Why would DeSean want to win that?

Tex: I would think he'd just pick whatever Strikmore wants. That's kind of the idea.

Banter: Oh right. I get it now. So why does Dante want to win?

The two men stand nose to nose, both talking trash until the bell rings, at which point they simultaneously begin unleashing right hands on each other. They brawl back and forth, with Dante eventually gaining the advantage. He whips DeSean across the ring and then hits a big dropkick on the way back. DeSean goes down and rolls right out of the ring to recover on the outside.

Tex: DeSean taking a brief respite in the early going.

Cain: Dante is an extremely dangerous opponent, as I'm sure we don't have to tell anyone.

Banter: Yeah, so shut up.

Dante beckons DeSean in, but the Technician takes a couple of seconds to collect himself before he dives in under the bottom rope. They circle and then lock up. This time DeSean takes control with a side headlock, and then spins Dante down to the mat with a headlock takedown. He wrenches in the hold, but Dante plants a palm against his face and pushes his way free. DeSean takes a few steps back as Dante jumps up. He grabs an armdrag, but DeSean is able to land on his feet and sends Dante staggering with a European uppercut. He jumps up for a hurracanrana, but Dante lifts him up over his head and down into a stungun off the top rope.

Cain: What a counter!

Tex: DeSean may be in trouble already!

DeSean stumbles backwards, clutching at his throat, and Dante rolls him up from behind...

One...


Two...not enough!

Dante is on DeSean instantly, attacking with furious punches, but DeSean gets a foot underneath and flips Dante off. He scrambles to his feet and looks for a spear, but Dante grabs him and sends him shoulder-first into the ring post. Dante hooks him up for a back suplex as he staggers backwards, but DeSean flips out and grabs Dante in an inverted front-facelock on the way down, bringing him into the canvas with a reverse DDT. He hooks Dante's leg...

One...


Two...


Kickout!

Tex: These two men are evenly matched so far. I remember a time when DeSean was just a promising up and comer, while Dante and Darkness fought it out for the World Title. It's great to see him holding his own against two icons of the sport.

Cain: You and I are both fans of the Technician, Tex, although I know you don't personally agree with some of his recent sentiments. We may be looking at the future of this industry in action.

DeSean picks Dante up and whips him into the corner. He follows in with a stinger splash and then a scoop slam before heading up to the top rope. He jumps off, but Dante sees him coming and gets his leg up, hitting DeSean right in the jaw. DeSean reels back against the ropes and Dante lifts him up into a fireman's carry. He takes a few steps and then drops DeSean right on his head with a death valley driver.

Banter: Ouch! That looked like it hurt!

Tex: It certainly did. This could be all right here.

DeSean looks pretty out of it, and Dante goes for a cover right away...

One...


Two...


Thr...no! DeSean just gets his shoulder up!

Dante stomps DeSean down and then locks in an arm-trap triangle choke. DeSean writhes in the hold, trying desperately to break free. He pulls himself towards the ropes, reaching out with his feet.

Cain: Dante with the Black Vice! It's some time since we've seen this!

Tex: And that shoulder will be hurting now after being introduced to the ring post earlier.

Dante bares his teeth and tries to yank DeSean back into the middle of the ring, but DeSean nearly has the ropes and with one last lunge he locks his feet around the bottom one. The referee administers the count...

One! Two! Three! Four!

And Dante finally lets go. DeSean slumps down, holding his shoulder, and Dante stomps the injured body part. He backs off and lets DeSean get up, then punches him in the jaw and brings him down with a snapmare. He grabs a keylock and pulls DeSean down to the mat. DeSean attempts to fight his way free again, this time by flailing out with kicks. He manages to get a knee into Dante's gut and keeps kneeing him until he finally releases.

Banter: So what do you think these guys will each pick for the stip if they win?

Tex: I would assume Dante would pick something that would favour his style – which is to say, something with very few rules and a strong element of brutality.

Cain: And Strikmore would prefer something that favoured his more technical, pure wrestling style. Although I think he'll find that Dante can keep pace in that environment too.

Tex: We shouldn't sell Strikmore short in a savage, no-rules match type though. We well remember his wars with Drakus, and the damage he had inflicted on him, and inflicted on his opponent in turn. He can go hardcore with the best of them.

Dante is up quickly, only to get taken down by a drop toehold. DeSean knees him in the back and, favouring his arm, heads for the corner. He starts to climb, but Dante is on his feet too fast and follows him up. He lays in forearms to the back and hooks DeSean up from behind before falling down to the mat with a huge back superplex.

Cain: Oh! Big move!

Banter: Did you hear that impact?

Tex: DeSean may be in trouble now...

Both men are down, but Dante recovers first, crawling over to DeSean and making the pin...

One...


Two...


Thre...no! Shoulder up!

Tex: He's hanging on! This is just the kind of tenacity and heart we saw from him at Enter the Dragon.

Dante slaps his hands together at the referee and, visibly grumbling, stands up and drops an elbow on DeSean's injured shoulder. He knees him a few times, then drags him to his feet and puts him in a double chickenwing. DeSean grits his teeth and shakes his head, then Dante lifts him up into the air, putting incredible pressure on his shoulders. DeSean shakes his head at the referee's question and eventually Dante is forced to let him down. He tries to haul him up again, but DeSean puts the breaks on, so Dante flexes backwards into a tiger suplex instead! He holds on with the bridge...

One...


Two...


Thre...NO!

Dante goes after DeSean right away with a low dropkick. DeSean rolls into the ropes and Dante tries to lift him up, but DeSean kicks him in the face and he is sent reeling. DeSean pulls himself up on the apron and, as Dante turns, he springboards off and hits him with a flying clothesline!

Cain: Could DeSean make a comeback here? Has Dante bitten off more than he can chew?

Tex: I don't think Dante knows the meaning of that phrase, Isaiah. He's never been known to back down from a fight in my experience.

Banter: Yeah, well neither has DeSean.

DeSean covers...

One...


Two...not enough!

DeSean is starting to pick up steam now as the crowd comes alive for him. He hits Dante with a dropkick, then a clothesline as he stands up. He runs the ropes and tries for a spinning elbow, but Dante ducks out of the way. DeSean is up, but walks right into a thunderous Yakuza kick.

Tex: And look at the impact from that kick in the replay there. Brutal!

DeSean looks like he may be out for the count and Dante slaps his chest and plays to the baying fans. He signals and then drags DeSean up to his feet. He yanks him into a pumphandle, focusing on the arm with the injured elbow, but DeSean flips over, still holding on and grabs Dante in a headscissor. He sends him head over heels and uses the momentum to float over and grab Dante's leg. He turns around and flips Dante over onto his stomach before locking in the Leg Stretcher!

Cain: DeSean with his signature hold! Is Dante going to tap out!

Tex: It would be the first time I'd remember seeing it if he did.

Dante claws at the mat as DeSean reaches back, but he's facing the wrong way to the ropes. He instead starts to rock back and forth and eventually succeeds in spinning over onto his stomach, flipping DeSean away in the process. DeSean gets to his feet and Dante follows suit quickly, charging after him. DeSean is in the corner and Dante flies towards him, but the Technician sidesteps and Dante slams into the turnbuckle chest-first. DeSean immediately rolls him up from behind with a schoolboy...

One...


Two...


Three!!!

Tex: Oh my! DeSean just rolled Dante up out of nowhere! He just won this thing!

Cain: And with it, the chance to determine the stipulation for Dante and Strikmore's match at Extreme Measures! He just put the ball firmly in Technical Perfection's court in this feud with the New Hellfire Club!

Dante is up on his feet. He glowers at the referee as DeSean's music plays and turns to see his opponent celebrating.

Tex: What a win for DeSean Blackwell here tonight! Darkness may have beaten him at Enter the Dragon, but tonight he gained some measure of payback against the NHFC.

Banter: Yeah, but this time...hey!

Dante has jumped DeSean in the ring and is now laying into him with right hands. The referee tries to pull him off, but Dante rounds on him and the official is sent scarpering. DeSean comes back with punches of his own, but Dante kicks him in the gut and spins him around.

Tex: Dante may be going for one of his finishing moves!

Banter: I thought this match was over!

Dante throws up his head, then bounces off the ropes. He flies back towards DeSean with his arm outstretched and smashes him in with a devastating clothesline from behind!

Tex: Oh my God! Did you see that?

Cain: How could you miss it? Dante just hammered DeSean in the back of the head with that clothesline.

Tex: I think he may have knocked DeSean right out with that.

Dante stands over the lifeless form of DeSean and then begins to stomp him down.

Tex: Someone needs to get in here and stop this, DeSean is unconscious after winning this match, and Dante is continuing to beat the crap out of him!

Tex's prayers are answered with the sound of the crowd popping as Freya charges down the entrance ramp with Darkness walking out more hesitantly onto the stage behind her. She dives right into the ring and grabs Dante by his arm, dragging him away from DeSean.

Banter: What's she doing?

Tex: Well I wasn't expecting it to be a member of the NHFC that would break this up, but I think Freya is intervening as much for Dante's own good as DeSean's health.

Dante rounds on Freya and stares a hole into her, but she doesn't back down and, after a tense few seconds, he relaxes and walks away. On the stage, Darkness watches silently.

Cain: Freya did the right thing there, but that doesn't excuse what Dante just did.

Tex: Tensions are running so high in this feud already – I don't agree with Dante's actions, but I understand how Strikmore has driven him to this sort of behaviour. Thankfully, he has friends to keep him in line.

Banter: Yeah, but for how long? Did you see the way he just looked at Freya?

Dante walks up the ramp towards Darkness, but Freya remains in the ring. She goes to check on DeSean. As she kneels down and places a hand on his shoulder, he angrily pushes her away. Groggily he gets up to his feet and mouths off at her. Darkness and Dante both watch the ring from the ramp.

Cain: I don't think DeSean is too grateful for Freya's help there.

Tex: He's a proud young man, that's for sure.

Freya just shakes her head and heads out of the ring, leaving DeSean to glower angrily at her and the rest of the NHFC.

Tex: Darkness and Freya will be in action later tonight against the man who just won the right to pick his own stipulation at Extreme Measures and, unless I miss my guess, whatever happens there is only going to add fuel to this fire.

Banter: Can't they all just get along? Oh wait, that would be really boring, wouldn't it?

Tex: We're back and I've found my medication!

Cain: This main event is going to be something big!



A series of loud explosions ring throughout the arena as the power simultaneously cuts out. The beginning bass line of Mudshovel by Staind cuts in amidst the fading echoes of the explosions. The words begin to flow out from Aaron Lewis' pained voice...

You take away. I feel the same.

Tex: And what a main event this is set to be – four all-time greats will do battle.

Cain: I'm certainly looking forward to this one.

Banter: You would be, you wrestling geek.

And the lights come back on as PD is standing on the ramp looking out at the crowd. He slowly nods, getting into the music & runs down the ramp, diving headfirst into the ring. He pops up in the center of the ring & gazes out around the arena allowing the fans reaction to fill & fuel him.

Sammy Eubanks: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan...weighing in at 225 lbs... PLAAAAAAAUUUUSIIIIBLEEEEEE DEEEEEENIIIIAAAAABIIIILIIIIIIIIIIITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: PD is a living legend, but he and Strikmore may have their work cut out for them here.

Cain: And with rumours running around about PD getting a title shot against Darkness, he really has something to prove here.

Tex: That's right – although I don't think PD has anything to prove to anyone in truth.

PD stands in the ring, waiting for his tag partner to arrive. The arena lights dim as the screen is covered in silent static. The opening riffs of "We Are Godzilla, You Are Japan" begin as the static starts to dance in tune. As the lyrics begin, the entrance ramp is showered in green light as Matt Strikmore rushes out, pausing to look over the crowd.

Sammy: And his tag team partner...from Wildwood, New Jersey...weighing in at 220 lbs...he is the TCW TRANSCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... MAAAAAAATT STRIIIIIIIIKMOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Transcontinental Title wrapped around his waist, Matt points his right fist toward the ring, and grasps the underside of his forearm with his left, a large number of the crowd mimicking. Matt, smiling as he walks down the ramp, leans back into the guard rail and throws up the gesture again, the crowd behind him doing the same. Matt runs the rest of the way to the ring, sliding under the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring. Tossing up the gesture one last time, he slowly spins a complete rotation to see all of the crowd. Unwrapping the Transcontinental Title from his waist, he raises it in the air, brings it down to give it a kiss, then hands it off to the referee.

Cain: Strikmore watched his best friend DeSean Blackwell tap out to Darkness at Enter the Dragon, and you'd better believe that he's got vindication on his mind.

Banter: Good luck with that.



The stage is engulfed in a wall of flame as Darkness and Freya step out and begin to walk down the ramp. They both look stoic and determined.

Tex: The New Hellfire Club are ready to do battle, and I don't expect them to take any prisoners!

Banter: I love it when you talk in ridiculous metaphors like that.

Sammy: And their opponents...at a combined weight of 361 lbs...THE TCW BLEEDER CHAMPION FREYA AND THE 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION DARKNESS...THE NEEEEW HEEEEEEEEEEEELLFIIIIIIIIIIIIREEEEEEEEEE CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB!!!!!!!!!!!

Freya and Darkness reach the ringside area and start to take off their belts. Strikmore folds his arms and shakes his head, but before any trash talking can commence, the NHFC team charge right into the ring. PD and Strikmore fall on them, but Freya first drops Strikmore with a jawbreaker as Darkness gets right into a slugging match with PD. He fights him back against the ropes and then hits an Irish whip, lifting him up into a big back body drop on the way back.

Tex: Darkness and Freya have taken the fight to their opponents already!

Freya rolls out of the ring as Darkness goes for a cover right as the bell rings...

One...and PD kicks out straight away!

Cain: Darkness may have been a little premature there.

Banter: Kinda like you with your wife last night then?

Cain: My wife isn't here in China.

Banter: Fine...kinda like you with a hooker last night. Better?

Cain: I have no idea.

Strikmore is back in his corner now too as Darkness lifts PD up and tries to put him in a front facelock, only to get a punch to the gut. PD knees him in the midsection and then hooks him right up into a vertical suplex. He stomps him down and runs the ropes, coming back with a jumping elbow drop. He tries for a pin...

One...not enough!

PD pounds on Darkness with right hands and then hauls him up into a scoop slam. He heads to the corner and tags in Strikmore, who comes right in with stomps and kicks to Darkness. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes, nailing him with a back elbow on his way back. Darkness is reeling, and Strikmore drags him to his feet using the back of his tights before putting on a sleeper. Darkness struggles in the hold for a few seconds before pushing himself up in the air and then dropping into a sitting position so that Stirkmore's jaw bounces off the top of his head.

Tex: Darkness with an innovative counter there. Boy, seeing these two in the ring is always exciting, isn't it?

Cain: It's a match we've been anticipating for a long time. Who knows what the future will hold, but the way things are going, it may be sooner rather than later.

Banter: I think Strikmore should worry about Dante first.

Tex: True, although he does have the advantage of being able to pick a stipulation that favours him now.

Strikmore stumbles back, holding his jaw, and Darkness spins up to his feet and executes a smooth dropkick. Strikmore bounces back against the ropes and then Darkness brings him down with an arm drag. He holds on, but is close enough to his corner to lean over and tag in Freya.

Freya kicks Strikmore in his ribs which are exposed by Darkness's armbar. The World Champion lets go at the referee's insistence and Freya takes over with an abdominal stretch. Strikmore is able to get up to his feet though and reverses out with a hiptoss, but Freya lands on her feet and pulls Strikmore right into a DDT. She covers...

One...


Tw...Strikmore kicks out!

Cain: Every combination of competitors in this match is like a dream pairing. Say what you want about the issues that are developing between the NHFC and Technical Perfection, but it leads to some mouth watering possibilities.

Banter: That sounds kinda...you know...

Cain: Just a minute ago you said I was sleeping with a hooker.

Banter: I didn't say what sex the hooker was.

Freya rolls Strikmore up to his feet and whips him across the ring. She jumps up for a hurracanrana, but Strikmore counters into a vicious powerbomb. He stumbles away and tags in PD, who climbs right up to the top rope. Freya stands up and PD comes off with a flying clothesline that folds her up. He pulls her into a tight cover...

One...


Two...

Not enough!

Darkness was about to enter to break up the pin, but now pulls his leg back through the ropes. PD shoots him a warning look as he lifts up Freya for a powerslam, but she slides off and lands behind him. She jumps up, going for the Lungblower, but PD grabs her hands as they wrap around her jaw and holds on, preventing her from finishing the move. PD staggers and then drops backwards, sandwiching Freya between his body and the canvas. He hooks her leg right away...

One...


Two...


Thr...and this time Darkness is in to break up the pin.

Cain: He nearly had it!

Tex: Who's your money on in this match, Isaiah?

Cain: I couldn't even begin to guess, but I have a hard time betting against Strikmore. It's no secret that I'm a fan of his work.

Tex: And PD, of course. He's a highly decorated veteran, including a reign as ECF World Champion.

Banter: That's the white one, yeah? It was all so long ago now...

PD surges up to his feet and hammers him with a right hand. Darkness bounces back against the ropes and PD presses his advantage with more punches, then a kick to the gut and finally a big clothesline. Darkness goes down then turns around, walking right into a hurracanrana from Freya! She holds on...

One...


Two...and Strikmore breaks it up!

Darkness charges Strikmore, but gets run right out of the ring and to the outside. Strikmore goes after Freya, but she rakes his eyes and looks for a tornado DDT, only for Strikmore to dump her over the ropes so she lands on the apron. Strikmore and PD both turn around just in time for Freya to crash into them with a springboard crossbody!

Tex: Freya just took out both of her opponents with that move!

Darkness is back on the apron now and Freya tags him in. Darkness charges right for Strikmore, hitting a clothesline, then goes after PD. He catches him with a thunderous roundhouse then grabs him around the throat.

Cain: Darkness looks for the Slayer Slam!

Darkness pulls PD around, but PD kicks his knee out from under him and leaps at him with a close range Lou Thesz press. He pounds on Darkness with right hands and then jumps up into a two-foot stomp to his stomach. He goes to tag in Strikmore, who immediately goes to work on the World Champion with an abdominal stretch. Darkness tries to fight his way out, but Strikmore has a tight grip. He reaches for the ropes and starts to drag his own and Stirkmore's bodies across the canvas. Finally he gets there and Strikmore is forced to release the hold.

Darkness stands up using the ropes, but Strikmore is on him already with forearms to the ribs. He Irish whips him and lands a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster. Darkness flops over and Strikmore hooks the leg...

One...


Two...kickout!

Cain: Strikmore is focusing on that midsection, slowly wearing Darkness down.

Tex: And that's classic Strikmore there. We've seen these tactics from him many times before.

Banter: So he's boring, is that it?

Strikmore hooks in a bow and arrow. He falls onto his back and lifts Darkness up in the air, increasing the pressure to his midsection, but he can't hold it for long and Darkness is eventually released and falls to the mat. Strikmore stands and then drops a knee. He puts Darkness in a front facelock and lifts him into the air, but Darkness wriggles free and lands on his feet behind the TC Champion. He grabs him from behind and puts on a bodyscissor before falling to the mat.

Tex: The Nightchoker! Darkness has a dangerous hold locked in now!

The two combatants struggle back and forth, and Strikmore is able to rolls towards the ropes and grab the bottom one. Darkness waits for the count of three to release. He rolls across the mat and then up to his feet, but Strikmore kips up with the help of the ropes and floors him with a dropkick. He goes after him with more stomps, but Darkness grabs his leg and trips him. He keeps hold of his foot and stands up, then grabs Strikmore's other leg before stepping through and turning him over into the Darkshooter!

Banter: Uh oh!

Cain: Darkness with his signature hold, the very same move with which he defeated DeSean at Enter the Dragon!

Strikmore yells in pain as Darkness pulls back and reaches for the ropes, but he's too far away. Darkness couches down low to increase the pressure, but it does no good as PD rushes the ring and crashes into Darkness with a huge clothesline!

Tex: The Denied! PD just turned Darkness inside out with that clothesline!

Cain: And now the complexion of this match has suddenly changed.

Freya tries to enter the fray, but the referee cuts her off. PD hauls Darkness to his feet and flips him up into a powerbomb. He dives out of the ring as Strikmore rolls over and makes the cover...

One...


Two...


Thre...no! Darkness has his foot on the rope!

Tex: Amazing ring savvy from the World Champion there.

Banter: Pfft. Any idiot can put their foot on a rope.

PD can't believe it on the outside. He climbs back onto the apron and goes to his corner, begging for the tag. Strikmore lets Darkness get up though and then jumps up, looking for the Ring Slinger. Darkness spins him around though and drops him onto his feet, then leaps up into the Shadowed Wizard! Both men go down, and PD and Freya are both looking for the tag. Darkness crawls towards his corner and then jumps towards Freya, making the hot tag. She hits the ground running, grabbing Strikmore and dragging him away from his own corner. PD takes matters into his own hands though and charges into the ring. Freya ducks a clothesline and now Darkness is on PD. The two men brawl into the ropes and go over to the outside.

Tex: Darkness and PD to the outside! They're continuing to brawl!

Cain: PD seems to have big problems with Darkness; don't forget their brutal encounter a few years ago – I think PD may still be holding a grudge.

In the ring, Freya stalks Strikmore. He groggily gets to his feet and she attacks, jumping into the Lungblower, only for Strikmore to thrash his way free. He stumbles against the ropes and comes back with a running elbow, but Freya ducks and, as he turns around, pulls him down into a small package...

One...


Two...


Three!!!

Tex: She did it! Freya picked up the win for her team!

Strikmore rolls out of the ring, holding his head as PD continues to brawl with Darkness on the outside. He whips him into the ring and then lays in a hard chop to the chest. He grabs him and flips him up into a running powerbomb on the floor.

Cain: PD with the Truth on the outside! Darkness just got broken in half!

Freya is celebrating in the ring, but PD dives in under the bottom rope and charges her. She brings him down with a drop toehold that leaves him hung up on the second rope...

Banter: Oh man!

Tex: PD is in a bad place right now!

Freya signals as the crowd goes crazy, but suddenly there's a commotion and someone leaps over the barrier.

Banter: Who's that?

Cain: It's DeSean Blackwell! He didn't look too happy about Freya getting involved in what happened after his match earlier tonight!

Freya turns, just in time to get smashed across the head with a Singapore cane! She goes down, sporting a nasty cut on her head.

Tex: Oh my God! DeSean just took down the Bleeder Champion with that surprise attack!

PD is on his feet, but takes a powder as Darkness slides into the ring and DeSean does likewise. Strikmore stands up too and leans on DeSean for support as they retreat up the ramp with PD to one side. Darkness kneels down over Freya, checking on her, then levels a finger at his rivals. PD points back and nods slowly.

Cain: The issues between these groups are starting to become serious now – Darkness has a target on his back, and Freya and Dante have been dragged into this too.

Banter: But what about PD?

Tex: The former World Champion seems to have his sights firmly set on Darkness. My God, what's going to happen next? This is turning into a very personal feud.

PD and Darkness continue to stare one another down as the screen fades to black.