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[TKOW Board]

A snare drum kicks on into "Live To Win" as the screen explodes to start;



{Paul Stanley}

Frustrated
Degraded
Down before you're done

Rejection
Depression
Can't get what you want


The logo fades and and we're launched directly into a montage of TKOW 05-06 spots, focusing on wrestlers currently in the federation. Phoenix, Tobias Burden, Bob Lancelot, Matt Griffen, Aello, Carpenter, Lady Hawke, Benedikt Krauss, and Kid Styles. Shots of them all fly by, both spot shots as well as promo shots.

{Paul Stanley}

You ask me how I make my way
You ask me everywhere and why
You hang on every word I say
But the truth sounds like a lie


*Carpenter hitting Claire with a sick brainbuster from a ladder through a flaming table.*

{Paul Stanley}

Live to win
Till you die
Till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win
Take it all
Just keep fighting till you fall


*Matt pushes off with his good leg and starts to fall, twisting as he goes. Cameras continue to click as both men fall twenty feet. In the air, Matt continues to turn, and HITS A SUPER DIVE BOMB FROM NEAR THE TOP OF THE CAGE!! Both men hit with an amazing amoutn of force, bouncing them off the mat, Griffen going up nearly a foot, and THE CORNER OF THE RING COLLAPSES UNDER THEM!!*

{Paul Stanley}

Obsessive
Compulsive
Suffocate your mind

Confusion
Delusions
Kill your dreams in time


*Carpenter draws back and decks Celine Dion. The Harpy steps back and SHE decks Celine Dion.*

{Paul Stanley}

You ask me how I took the pain
Crawled up from my lowest low
Step by step and day by day
Till there's one last breath to go


*Fly grabs the ropes, bends down, then leaps up into the air and comes crashing down with a double foot stomp to the ribs of Phoenix*

{Paul Stanley}

Live to win
Till you die
Till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win
Take it all
Just keep fighting till you fall


*Carpenter heads back for Griffen who goes for the Claw Crush but Carpenter manages to change his momentum and catch his feet on the pipe supports in the flames and pushes off, pulling Matt off balance and off the scaffolding. Flash bulbs go off as both men tumble around one another in the air toward the Nippon table, which breaks on impact with a sickening ~THUD-CRACK!~ with Griffen on bottom. *

{Paul Stanley}

Day by day
Kickin' all the way
I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin
Live to win

YEAH
LIVE
YEAH
WIN


*The Advanced Human stalks Kid as he slowly regains his feet, then sucide dives between the second and thrid ropes, right into Kid's face, sending both men sprawling down the rampway and towards the ladder!*

{Paul Stanley}

Live to win
Till you die
Till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win
Take it all
Just keep fighting till you fall


*Phoenix positions Soulfly facing away from him and climbs the ropes, all the way to the top, breaths in, drops the chain, hauls Soulfly up to his shoulder, falls, twists, and Death Pyre into the fiery pit below!*

{Paul Stanley}

Day by day
Kickin' all the way
I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin
Live to win


*Mirrored images of Phoenix and Tobias sailing Coast to Coast on one another.*

{Paul Stanley}

Live to win


*Burden drops to his feet, pulls Salazar down, lifts him up for a powerbomb, and leaps off the stage with the Rubix Cube crashing through a hot dog vendor!*

{Paul Stanley}

Live to win


*Griffen points at Carpenter and pulls Phoenix all the way back to the opposite cage wall. He points again, and starts running Phoenix, getting them both up to full speed and SHOTPUTS HIM into the cage wall-

-which finally GIVES WAY!! The top hinge SNAPS and the wall swings out, causing Phoenix to twist and fall outside to the floor!!*

{Paul Stanley}

YEAH
LIVE
YEAH
WIN


*Phoenix standing on the top of the Prince of Hell structure, TKOW Title in hand.*

The camera pans around the inside of the U.S. Bank Arena, showing a sold out crowd at a fever pitch. Fireworks explode off the stage, highlighting the five-piece KhaosTron.

Yuri Testkov: WELCOME TO MASS KHAOS~!

A guitar chord begins.

WEEEEEEEEE...

SWWEEEEE... EMOOOOOOO...

SWWEEEEE... EMOOOOOOO...

SWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTT EMOOOOOOOOOTION...

SWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTT EMOOOOOOOOOTION...

The "8" logo bounces around the KhaosTron, jumping around the HPWA logo as T.H. Power emerges from the backstage area to "Sweet Emotion".

You talk about things that nobody cares
You're wearing out things that nobody wears
You're calling my name but you gotta make clear
I cant say baby where Ill be in a year

Yuri Testkov: COMING TO THE RING, HE IS THE LEADER OF SECTION 8, HE IS THE OWNER OF TKOW, HE IS, T., H., POOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEERRRRRRRRRR~!

Power strides to the ring, briefcase in hand, a scowl on his face, with Mike Oates and two security guards following him.

Tito: The boss is wasting no time at all, coming right to the ring to address the masses on this first Mass Khaos following that spectacular PPV, Holiday Hell.

Power pulls a mic out of his inner pocket.

T.H. Power: I know we have plenty of things to discus, plenty of stuff to get clear in the air following Holiday Hell. But there's something I have to do first. Something that should have been done a long time ago.

T.H. hands the briefcase to Mike and opens it, removing a manilla envelope, and steps to face the announe table.

T.H. Power: Johnny Styles, you've been around longer than nearly everyone. You've taken up a huge responsibility, calling shows alongside Tito. But frankly, I really hate your guts. You've been backstage whining and bitching and pissing and moaning about how I've run this company for far too long, and after your phoned in performance at Holiday Hell, I've bought out your contract. Your ass is fired!

The crowd explodes as Johnny throws down his headset, screaming obscentities at T.H. Power. He jumps the table and rushes the ring, but the two security guards grab him and hold him back.

T.H. Power: Get his scrawny piss-poor carcass outta my ring!

The two men drag Johnny away, kicking and screaming. T.H. throws the envelope after them. The crowd begins to chant "Na-na-na, na. Na-na-na, na. Hey, hey, hey, gooodbye."

When Johnny disappears behind the curtain, T.H. raises the mic once again.

T.H. Power: Now I can't leave poor Tito alone out here all night, so I've decided to fill in until a suitable replacement is found. Over the next two shows, all applicants will be given one match alongside Tito to see how well they fit in, and a permanent replacement will be named at the opening of New Era.

The crowd is mixed, shouting out possibilities. The names Cabbie, Hoops, Imus, Schiavone, Quadir, That Naked Guy, and Movie Announcer Guy can be picked out amongst the rabble.

T.H. Power: To business!

Firstly, I want to congradulate Adrian Tanner Jr on his very successful return to TKOW. He's managed to win the Got Wood? Invitational, which has guarenteed him a match with any TKOW wrestler, anytime in the next year. He's also the new number one contender for Bob Lancelot's TV Title. So you better watch your strap Bob.

The crowd is chanting heavily for Tanner.

T.H. Power: There is the concern about what happened in the Prince of Hell match.

The main KhaosTron screen shows a still of Phoenix dropping the title off the top of the structures.

T.H. Power: Unfortunately, the rules did indeed state that you had to be holding the title belt AND be in the center to gain time. This unfortunate twisting of the rules, while in poor taste, has to be held up, and Phoenix remains TKOW Champion.

The reaction is mixed, though the jeers and boos are louder than the cheers.

T.H. Power: Now, we haven't found Mr Nick Collyer yet, so we're going to start out the way I like to start out.

Jonathan Doberman.

Jac Mingla.

Time to MEET YOUR MAKER!!

The crowd roars as T.H. poses. He steps out through the ropes and shakes Tito's hand, then takes a seat, Mike Oates standing to his side, holding the briefcase.

[TKOW Board]

Yuri Testkov: THIS MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL! NOW COMING TO THE RING... STANDING 7 FOOT 2 INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT 360 POUNDS... "THE ANDROID"... JOHNATHON DOBERMAANNNNN!!!

"Immigrant Song" hits over the PA as Johnathan Doberman, with his manager OWL, comes out from behind the curtain.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.

Johnathan flexes as green pyro goes off.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now youd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.

Android rolls in the ring and sits down in the corner.

Tito: I wouldn't be so calm and collected if I were the one facing Mingla!

The crowd gives a weak mixed response.

Yuri Testkov: AND HIS OPPONENT... STANDING 6 FOOT 2 INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 267 POUNDS... "THE ICEHEART" JACE MINGLAAAAAA~!!!!!

The ‘Tron flickers to life as the music cues to life simultaneously. The sound is like a synthesized banjo, a strange sounding “twang” that one gets the sense is building to something ominous. Some might recognize the song as “The Devil’s Rejects” by Rob Zombie. Suddenly, the top of the stage is bathed in massive gouts of blue and black flame. The ‘Tron shows grainy black and white images of militia and military shocktroopers marching in lockstep…from Communist Gestapo to Nazi SS are shown, all interspersed with each other and serving as a tribute to flagrant abuse of power. That’s when the lyrics kick in…

I am the bad one,
Distant and cruel one,
I am the dream that,
Keeps you running down,
With distraction,
Violent reaction,
Scars of my actions,
Watch me running out,

The song gets harder and by now the fire is creating a great deal of smoke at the top of the ramp way. Nonetheless, a large figure can be seen inside it, partially obscured…

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects [x2]

The video on the big screen is slowly getting more and more violent, slipping back and forth between the historical stock footage mentioned before and scenes of modern violence amidst the urban landscape. Yet, there is still more, because to the keen eye…interspersed amongst this collage of tragedy are brief flashes of other unrelated images…

….images of the devil…

Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's what life's about,
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out,

The man in the smoke is starting to step to the fore, and the closer he gets the more obvious it becomes how powerfully built he is…

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.

The Devil's Rejects
The Devil's Rejects

With a massive explosion of fire, the blue and black flames create a wall of pyro, a twisting morass of heat and sickly looking fire. As soon as it flashes to life the wall fades…leaving a man standing visible at the edge of the smoke….

Yeah I am the knuckle,
Bow down and buckle,
Hold your breath,
Your world is running down,
Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out,


….Jace Mingla steps out from the cloud, trailing tendrils of smoke just behind him and giving the illusion that he has just stepped out of darkness itself. He makes his way down to the ring with a quiet menace and air of authority.

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.
This world rejects them.

Jace slinks into the corner, arms clutching the ropes and waits for the match to begin.

The crowd breaks loose with jeers. They throw trash at Mingla in the ring and he eats it up. The ref calls for help in clearing the debris out of the ring once the crowd calms down. Doberman lazily gets to his feet.

Tito: Really... Boss, DID you just feed him to Mingla?

The ref checks each wrestler for weapons then calls for the bell.

T.H. Power: Wait and see, Tito.

The match begins with Jace Mingla and Johnathan Doberman locking up in the ring, but the much quicker Jace gets the advantage and whips behind Doberman, locking his arms around Johnathan’s waist. Doberman grabs at Mingla, but Mingla tilts backwards using his leverage to hit a textbook belly-to-back suplex.

T.H. Power: Brilliant technical wrestling from Mingla!

Mingla stays on Doberman with a front facelock using his feet on the ropes for leverage, the referee notices and begins the five count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Mingla breaks the hold. The referee chastises Mingla, who just laughs and lays in a couple of boots to the back of Doberman.

Tito: This guy’s an asshole. I wish he was dead.

T.H. Power: *mocking* Don’t disrespect Mingla! He is a former SCW World Champion! He went toe to toe with Phoenix! Don’t forget that these guys are trying to impress the boss here... which is me!

Tito: Jace is still a jerk.

T.H. Power: Jerk or not, as much as I hate him, he’s got talent... but I hope Doberman pulls this out.

Mingla gets down on Doberman and cockily locks in an STF, Doberman yells in pain as he tries to reach for the ropes but he cannot reach. Doberman looks in agony but uses his strength and weight advantage to roll over reversing the STF into a crabbed pin.

1……

2……

3……

Mingla kicks out!

Tito: That was close!

Doberman and Mingla both get to their feet quickly and Jace runs at Doberman and the two men back and forth with several hiptosses before Doberman gets the advantage hitting a heavy clothesline.

Doberman walks over to Jace and easily lifts him up with his 2 hands around his head and begins to choke him out with a double handed chokehold.

Tito: The crowd are loving this as Jace finally gets what was coming to him! This has to be impressing you, Boss!

As it appears that Jace is fading from the choke he manages to rake Doberman in the eyes and drop down from the hold, quickly knocking the stunned big man off his feet with a standing dropkick. Mingla runs off the ropes and kicks Doberman out of the ring with a running baseball slide and then catapults himself over the top rope and onto Doberman with a Plancha!

T.H. Power: Awww… Mingla is going all out… and just for little old me! *sniff*

Both men slowly get to their feet as the referee starts his 10 count. The force of the fall from inside the ring has obviously taken its toll on both men. Jace kicks Doberman several times, but Doberman powers Jace away and shoves him into the ring steps, which knocks them out of place. Doberman walks over to Jace as the referee gets to seven and Doberman slams Jace’s face into the ring post and rolls him back into the ring ending the ten count. Doberman covers Mingla.

1…

2…

3…

Kickout!

Tito: Another near fall for Mingla!

Mingla is clearly in pain as he slowly gets to his feet and stumbles around toward a waiting Doberman, who lays into him with various strikes, an elbow, a chop, a backfist, before Mingla begins blocking and judo throws Doberman. He pulls Doberman up and drops him with a leg sweep face buster. Mingla immediately goes for a figure-four leg lock on the same leg he’d worked over earlier. Doberman grimaces and stretches for the ropes, which are just out of reach. He lurches and grabs and the ref orders Mingla to let go. Again, Mingla refuses to release, so the ref begins the count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Mingla finally releases the hold and steps back. He assists Doberman up and runs him toward the turnbuckle face first, only Doberman powers out and throws Mingla into it instead! The crowd roars in approval!

Doberman rubs his leg as he glares at Mingla. The Android back hands Mingla a time or two, then lifts him up into a military press to the crowd’s delight. Doberman slams Mingla to the mat. He takes a few steps around the ring to reach for Mingla’s feet, pulling him back to the center of the ring and starts to turn, jerking Mingla up by his feet and starts swinging him around!

Tito: There’s no way Mingla can free himself of that! The Android has definitely taken control of the match!

T.H. Power: Let’s just hope he can keep it.

Doberman releases Jace, to let him fly cross ways into a turnbuckle between the first and second ropes.

Tito: *wincing* Right in the kidney! That’s gotta hurt!

Mingla drops to the floor on his elbows and knees, grasping at his side. Doberman advances and reaches down to grab him around the waist to pull him up, but Mingla grabs the ropes and locks an elbow around one, preventing being lifted. Doberman releases him and draws back for a forearm/elbow strike to Mingla’s back, but Iceheart gets his feet under him and kicks Doberman in the worked over leg several times, driving him back.

Mingla finally stands up and goes for a kick to Doberman’s head, but the Android catches his foot. Iceheart immediately counters with an enziguri! The arena breaks out in boos and jeers as Doberman stumbles back into the ropes.

Without delay, Jace gets Doberman up in a modified fireman’s carry into a neckbreaker! The crowd boos even louder. Jace goes for the pin.

Tito: No!

1…

2…

3-

Doberman kicks out! Mingla looks slightly surprised and instantly goes for another leg lock, but The Android kicks free. Mingla stomps him and runs to the turnbuckle, climbing it and leaping off with a leg drop across Doberman’s chest! He goes for the pin again!

1…

2…

Doberman kicks out again!

T.H. Power: Well, well, maybe this Data wannabe has got it in him to beat our dear Jace.

Mingla appears angry and stands, kicking Doberman in the head and shoulders. The Android grabs his foot and jerks Mingla off his feet and onto his back. Doberman gets up as Mingla does and takes Iceheart down with a huge clothesline. Doberman pulls Mingla up and hits a powerbomb.

Tito: Yes! Techno Bomb! Do it, Doberman!

He goes for the pin.

1…

2…

3-

Mingla kicks out!

Doberman jerks Mingla up clubs him across the back and then picks him up for the Obsoletion!

Tito: Obsoletion! This will be over if Doberman hits it!

As Doberman is about to hit the Dominator, Jace slips out of it and lands on his feet, hooking his arms into The Android’s, he pulls him back and steps up on the second turnbuckle to get some height and positions Doberman for the Martyr Maker and hits it! He rolls Doberman over and up in a pin as the referee counts.

1…

2…

3!

T.H. Power: Damn it! Mingla picks up the win!

The arena cuts loose with resounding shouts of hatred and jeers as the ref hesitantly lifts Mingla's arm in victory. Jace stomps Doberman a couple times as more trash hits the stage when Mingla's music plays once again. Jace threatens a few people in the front rows then rolls out of the ring, stopping and glaring at T.H. Power, as if challenging him, then strides up the ramp to the stage and out of sight. Doberman is assisted by OWL to his feet and receives cheers from the crowd as the two walk backstage.

**COMMERCIAL**

[TKOW Board]

The Khaostron lights up with TKOW reporter John Alamy as its main focus somewhere backstage at the U.S. Bank Arena. He smiles nervously into the camera, but pulls himself together.

John Alamy: Hello, everyone. John Alamy here. Early this morning over in Kentucky, I had the pleasure of sitting down and having a talk with Matt Griffen about Holiday Hell and the rumors that have run rampant since the last words from the Church of Pain and Suffering just before the Federation Domination 2 tournament finals.

The Khaostron fades then lights up with a shot of a great room. The morning sunlight streams in through the many windows. A nearly completely healed and casually dressed Griffen sits comfortably at the end of a long, mahogany dining table, sipping from a steaming mug. Alamy sits to his right, nervously rustling a few papers on the table before him, afterwards looking at Griffen and smiling.

The crowd cheers, a few Griffen chants breaking loose in the audience.

John Alamy: Thanks for taking the time to meet with me, Matt.

Matt: *grinning* No problem, John.

John Alamy: Holiday Hell. Let’s start off with the Invitational. I know you’ve had plenty of time to review it in the time since it happened. What do you think of it and how it turned out?

Matt: I have to say the eliminations leading up to the finals were suspenseful. There were good showings from everyone involved. Not a one half-assed anything. Although it was surprising to a few, it wasn’t totally unexpected that Adrian Tanner, Jr. would be in the finals.

The arena erupts with cheers and chants of “TAN-NER!”

John Alamy: From what I’ve seen, he’s a force to be reckoned with.

Matt: He definitely is. I had a round or two with him back in HPWA. It’s just too bad Kilburn had gotten mixed up, probably a result from his rounds with McPipebomb and Sullivan with the chairshots. I think even injured he could have given Tanner a good run for the finals. However, Tanner used the situation to his advantage. I can’t argue with how he got there. I might have done the same thing myself… were I in his place. We’ll find out tonight in their main event face off how things may have gone.

John Alamy: What about Nick Collyer?

Matt: *grinning* Ah… a man after my own brutality heart. He doesn’t hold anything back in the ring. Vicious and brutal. He knows how to get things done and doesn’t hesitate to do them.

John Alamy: He’s scheduled tonight at Mass Khaos. However, no one has heard from him or McPipebomb since Holiday Hell and there are rumors T.H. Power is not happy and may do something about it.

Matt: That’s too bad. I hope both show up. McPipebomb proved at the Invitational that he has some real talent and I think he can go far in TKOW if he puts his mind to it and cuts back on his liquor. Collyer would be a fine addition to TKOW if we can convince him to stick around. I mean, look at what he and Tanner did in the finals of the Invitational! It really could have gone either way. Tanner just only managed to get the win over him. Both men are the type of wrestlers TKOW has been looking for since T.H. bought out the company in 2005.

Matt pops his knuckles, still grinning, as the crowd erupts in cheers again with more Tanner shouts and this time Collyer as well.

Matt: I wouldn’t mind having a match against either of the two. Collyer in a brutality cage, of course.

John Alamy: Speaking of brutal, let me say three words. “Iceheart” Jace Mingla.

The audience breaks out in loud jeers and boos.

Griffen’s expression sobers and he sits quietly a few moments, gathering his thoughts. His hazel eyes glint a bit greener.

John Alamy: He made a surprise and totally unexpected return to TKOW, underhandedly finagling his way into a contract by using Ms. Chill. Then he brutalized her and afterwards attacked you in the Prince of Hell.

The jeers and boos get even louder, nearly drowning out Griffen when he speaks.

Matt: Mingla has always been out of it, John. There’s no denying it. He uses and hurts people just because he can. Ms. Chill isn’t the first woman he’s done that way. He and A Violent Reaction were wrecking havok before in TKOW on his whims and for his own personal joy. However, now, I think he’s really lost it. Trying to get Satan’s attention to help his son? Really, if you think about it, why would Satan pay him any attention? If you believe that, Satan’s going to be out trying to break and recruit people like me to his side or messing up people with good lives, not watching someone already working for him messing up those already doing his bidding.

Griffen’s voice lowers and softens.

Matt: Mingla is desperate and I can understand why. Losing a child is the worst thing that can happen to a parent, John. In his desperation Mingla is reaching and grasping at straws in an effort to keep his son alive. He’s more dangerous now than he ever was, because now he has a purpose. He’s going to take down everyone he can in the nastiest ways possible and I don’t know if anyone in TKOW will be able to stop him.

John Alamy: Don’t know? What about Phoenix? Wasn’t he the one who managed to stop his carnage here last time?

Matt: Phoenix and the Church have their own agenda, if you haven’t noticed, John. As far as I figure, the only way he might do anything is if Mingla gets in the Church’s way.

Griffen sighs and slowly shakes his head.

Matt: I’d hate to think what might become of TKOW should they decide to join forces.

John Alamy: Section 8?

Griffen shakes his head again.

Matt: T.H., myself, and Skye at the moment. Kid is barely around to count on anymore and Aello is still out for a while.

A few cheers erupt as Kid Styles is mentioned, with more breaking out for Aello.

Matt: We’ll do the best we can, though. We can’t let TKOW sink into the darkness any more than it already has.

Alamy shifts in his seat, furtively glancing down at his notes then back to Griffen, who is taking a sip from his mug.

John Alamy: *reluctantly* Since you brought the subject up… from the back and forth between you and Phoenix, everyone is aware that Phoenix apparently attacked Aello sometime between the prior Mass Khaos in December and Holiday Hell, but are the rumors running around true? Is she pregnant with his child?

Griffen’s eyes shoot straight to Alamy as he carefully sets his mug back on the table. From his expression, Griffen’s obviously not happy at being asked the question. The arena quietens down, obviously wanting to hear what Griffen has to say.

Matt: John, that’s something you’ll have to ask her.

John Alamy: That’s just it, Matt. No one’s seen her. She’s not responding to requests for interviews or anything. In doing some research, as far as anyone knows, the last time she and Phoenix… uhm… uh…

A couple shouts in the arena graphically say it for Alamy.

John Alamy: … were “together” was at Megabowl from what was said by Carpenter then. If true, that means she would have been about 6 months along when Phoenix attacked her… unless… she’s been seeing someone else since then?

The crowd breaks loose with heavy boos.

Matt: For one, John, T.H. had her barred from all TKOW events, that includes making appearances. I have been given the go ahead to inform you that another reason is that she’s still rehabbing from a brain injury resulting from that attack from Phoenix, although the doctors say she should make a full recovery. They’re very pleased with her progress. I can guarantee that when she’s fully recovered, she’ll be back to TKOW. She told me so herself. After all, she’s only out for medical reasons.

The arena cheers for Aello.

John looks back down at his notes, obviously wanting to ask one more thing. He hesitates, then takes a deep breath, afterwards spewing out the question before his courage fails.

John Alamy: You avoided it again. Was or is Aello pregnant with Phoenix’s child?

Griffen firmly remains silent and stares at Alamy.

John Alamy: You’re not going to say, are you…

Matt: Let me put it this way, John. If I confirm, that puts the alleged child in danger. If I deny, it puts Aello back at risk. I’m not giving the Church any info to use concerning that. We’ll see if Carpenter can get anywhere with her medical records in lockdown.

John Alamy: Very well. Then the only thing I have left to ask you is about the Prince of Hell match. Like nearly every time before you’ve faced Phoenix, you were so close to winning, only to have it snatched from you. This time it was literal. It has to have an effect on you over time.

Griffen runs a finger along the top of his mug, studying it before lifting his eyes back to Alamy and replying.

Matt: Yes, John, it does have an effect. No matter how optimistic I am, every loss against him does wear me down and not just physically. However, with Burden having gained the victory over him back in November, it showed he is not invulnerable, not infallible.

He pauses for a few moments.

Matt: I know I can do it, John. I KNOW I can defeat him if it’s just the two of us and no interference from anyone else. Fate just hasn’t wanted to give me that one-on-one noninterference match, but I’ll be ready when it does.

John Alamy: The Church, you, and Lancelot went all out in those 30 minutes, Lancelot to the point he put himself out of the running in the last 5 minutes of the match. Then after Phoenix tossed that belt down to the floor in the final few seconds, you seemed to lose control and took yourself and Phoenix off the structure to the floor… and then afterwards, even when any other men would have been greatly injured or dead, you two tried to continue. Why? Why did you do that?

Griffen’s face hardens slightly and he pushes his mug to the side. His nose flares slightly.

Matt: I had made up my mind to do one of two things in the Prince of Hell, John. Either take the TKOW Title away from Phoenix… or put him though a great deal of pain for what he did to Aello. When that title flew out of my grasp in those last few seconds and I saw him sneering, putting me down, I’d had enough. I knew there was only one thing left that I could do. So I did it. I wanted to make sure he was suffering and, if he wasn’t suffering enough, I’d give him more.

John Alamy: I just find it so difficult to believe you two have such... an intense dislike, some might even say hatred, for one another now and a year ago you were fairly close friends.

Griffen’s voice drops.

Matt: A lot can happen in a year, John, and when that someone abuses and beats another someone you love to near death, it changes things. *looking into the camera* I have no regrets… but he’s going to. I’m going to make sure of it. That’s a promise.

The Khaostron fades to black.

**COMMERCIAL**

[TKOW Board]

As the theme "Hate Me" begins to play over the P.A., the arena darkens slightly, and the lights by the entrance flashes red and white lights. To the fans, it looks like a black shadowy figure with a flowing robe appears in the heart of the flashing lights. Then the lights stop, and the arena lighting returns to normal as he walks down the ramp with a look of purpose on his face. He doesn't acknowledge the fans at all and he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. He then gets on the top turnbuckle on the farthest side from the entrance and flashes the double fists in the air (like victory).

Yuri Testkov: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL! WAITING IN THE RING, "THE DEVASTATOR" JACK SULLLIIIIIIVAAAANNNNN!!!

T.H. Power: Tito, I like this guy.

Tito: You want to follow up that in depth analysis with anything else, Boss?

Sullivan stands on the turnbuckle, outstretching his arms and taking in the jeers from the crowd.

T.H. Power: Um….I think he’s cool?

Tito: Right. Anyway, like him or hate him you have to respect his technique…

T.H. Power: Yeah, that! And cool sunglasses.

Tito: *sarcastically* Yeah, Chono wants those back…

T.H. Power: What was that?

Tito: Never mind.

Sullivan hands over his prized shades to an attendant at ringside, cautioning him to be careful with them.

The arena goes dark with the cry of hawk. As Navras by Juno Reactor begins the 'Tron flashes the first four lines of English translations in concert with the appropriate chanting. Simultaneously a black strobe spotlight flashes onto a spot on the stage, first slowly then speeding up in a gradual yet steady rate.

"Asato ma sad gamaya"
{From delusion lead me to truth}

*A golden talon appears on stage with each flash of the strobe. The flashing steadily increases to an ever faster rate, keeping in tempo with the music while doing so.*

"Asato ma sad gamaya"
{From delusion lead me to truth}

"Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya"
{From darkness lead me to light}

"Mrtyor mamrtam gamaya."
{From death lead me to immortality}

The strobing stops and a spotlight suddenly takes its place, revealing Lady Hawke standing on stage, the talon revealed as the one on her bodysuit. She walks down the ramp toward the ring, the spotlight remaining on her.

Yuri Testkov: HIS OPPONENT, FROM BOWLING GREEN KENTUCKY, STANDING FIVE FOOT ELEVEN AND WEIGHING SOMETHING, A MEMBER OF THE BIRDS OF PREY, REPRESENTING SECTION 8, LADY, HAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKEEEE~!!

Tito: “The Devastator” is squaring off against Lady Hawke. This should be a hell of a match!

The ring is slowly illuminated again, then the rest of the arena. The Section 8 logo appears on the Khaostron and stays. The fans give her a loud pop and she even slaps a few high fives as she goes down to the ring. The spotlight on Lady Hawke fades as she reaches the lit area of the ring. She finally reaches the apron and moves to enter the ring.

T.H. Power: Yeah, sure. A chick who fears dudes versus an alpha male….a pack leader! This will go over real well.

Tito: Oh please! Lady Hawke has recovered quite a bit from her traumas both in and outside the wrestling ring. She’ll hold her own.

Just as Hawke moves to slide under the bottom rope, Sullivan cuts her off by baseball sliding her back to the outside! Lady Hawke slumps to the floor, having taken two boots to the chest before she could even get in the ring!

T.H. Power: You sure about that, Tito?

Tito: Sullivan clearly has something to prove here, getting in a cheap shot on the veteran before the bell has even rung! What? You don't think she can do it?

Sullivan exits the ring and picks up Lady Hawke and rolls her into the ring. As Sullivan starts to enter the ring, he makes a neck chopping motion, which riles up the fans even more. Lady Hawke gets to her feet and the bell rings.

Tito: Lady Hawke looks pissed!

T.H. Power: I stand by “The Devastator.” He’s a HUNTER, Tito! A HUNTER! RAWR!

Tito: Did you take PCP before this match?

T.H. Power: No, just watched a lot of Animal Planet. They were running an animal mating marathon…

Tito: …

Sullivan lunges in with an attempt at a knife edge chop, but Lady Hawke ducks and counters with a punch to Sullivan’s midsection, followed by another, and another, and then an Irish whip into the ropes. Sullivan catches himself on the ropes and wags his finger at her disparagingly. Lady Hawke moves in, but Sullivan feints, and then lands a brutal roundhouse kick to Lady Hawke’s right arm. The ‘smack’ resounds throughout the arena. Sullivan then hits a chop to Lady Hawke’s chest followed by a leg sweep that drops the TKOW veteran, but before Sullivan can continue Hawke rolls out of the ring to collect herself. Sullivan goes up to the ropes and starts taunting Hawke, and Hawke quickly leans up onto the ring apron, grabs Sullivan’s head and drops his throat down across the top rope!

Tito: That was fast! Blink and you’d miss it!

The ref admonishes Lady Hawke a little for the move, but the fans are steadily behind her. Sullivan gets to his feet and Lady Hawke locks up with him. Sullivan powers her into the corner and tries to chop her in the chest again, but Lady Hawke gets an arm up to block, and connects with a brutal right hook with her other arm. Then, she drop toe holds Sullivan and he falls face first into the turnbuckle! Lady Hawke doesn’t waver and she immediately locks in an STF, but Sullivan is way too close to the ropes! He grabs hold and Lady Hawke is forced to break the hold.

T.H. Power: *indignantly* How dare she! Sullivan is bleeding!

Tito: You’re right, Boss! He has a small trickle of blood coming out of his nose…oh, and he’s just realized it!

The sight of his own blood riles Sullivan up! Lady Hawke pulls Sullivan up into a grapple, but he shoves her away and onto her back. And then, with a running charge he lands a brutal Yakuza kick to Lady Hawke’s face as she tries to get up!

T.H. Power: OWIES! Like she needs more injuries!

Lady Hawke is lying on the mat, stunned, but surprisingly still conscious. Sullivan starts laying the boots to her upper body and head, and then grabs hold of her ring attire to drag her into the corner, where he proceeds to choke her with his boot, using the corner as leverage. The ref forces him to break it, so he picks her up and launches her half way across the ring with a belly to belly suplex!

T.H. Power: See, this is why women shouldn’t wrestle men. Women are fragile flowers Tito, meant to be primped and cared for in the safety of a man’s bedroom and/or kitchen.

Tito: I’d like to welcome you from the ‘50’s to the year 2007, Boss.

T.H. Power:An innocent time…a better time, Tito! Even you could get a girl then!

Tito: *under his breath* He's nearly as bad as Johnny...

Sullivan gets back on Lady Hawke, cinching in a headlock and lifting her to her feet, but Lady Hawke starts fighting back with some punches to the gut. Sullivan responds by violently grabbing her hair and whipping her back down to the mat. The ref admonishes Sullivan and Lady Hawke uses this time to get to her feet, and she practically jumps over the ref to get at Sullivan with a flying forearm! Sullivan takes it right to the cheek and it rocks him back! Hawke throws a series of lefts, which backs Sullivan into the corner, and lets out a broken shriek as she slides into a combo of kicks! The fans roar approval!

Tito: Damn! That was the most vocal we’ve heard Lady Hawke in… well… ever! She won’t back down to Sullivan! Her will is too damn strong!

T.H. Power: Jesus, what is this? A Lifetime special?! You've never heard her and Matt going at it have you?

Tito's eyes go wide and he stares at T.H. Power.

Sullivan hunches over in the corner and Lady Hawke whips him to the opposite corner. She rushes after him, but Sullivan puts his boot up in an attempt to counter her. However, Lady Hawke stops dead, grabs his leg, and leg drags him into the center of the ring. She drops an elbow on Sullivan’s forehead and he clutches it in pain. Lady Hawke then attempts to turn him to his stomach, but Sullivan counters by kicking Lady Hawke away. Sullivan staggers to his feet, only to be met with a high standing dropkick to the face that rocks him and sends him stumbling back into the corner! Lady Hawke takes a few steps back and splashes him into the corner, then grabs hold of his neck and hits a swinging neckbreaker! She goes for the pin!

1…

2…


NO! Sullivan kicks out!

T.H. Power: Like that’s gonna stop the King of Japan! Nuh uh, sister! Work it, girl!

Lady Hawke gets to the top rope and waits for Sullivan to get up! The crowd is behind her like never before, itching to see Lady Hawke finish him off! Lady Hawke takes flight… AND SULLIVAN CATCHES HER WITH A BRUTAL KNEE TO THE FACE GO 2 SLEEP STYLE!

T.H. Power: OHHHHH SNAP! Count to three! Close up shop! G’night girlfriend!

Sullivan covers Lady Hawke!

1…

2…

3..

NO! Lady Hawke kicks out and the fans roar in approval. Sullivan looks incredulous and he yanks Lady Hawke up by her hair! He boots her in the midsection and European uppercuts her. She falls into the ropes, trying to sustain herself. Sullivan follows up, but Lady Hawke, out of desperation, dropkicks him in the knee. Sullivan goes down and Lady Hawke goes to the corner to try and recover. Sullivan starts to get to his feet first, flexing his knee. Sullivan goes on the attack and, again, out of desperation, Lady Hawke goes for the knee, chop blocking it! But again Lady Hawke goes down in the middle of the ring as Sullivan favors his knee. Lady Hawke crawls to the opposite corner and with a surge of power she pulls herself up to her feet. Sullivan also gets to his feet, and from across the ring he flips off Lady Hawke!

Tito: *sarcastically* Now that’s classy!

Sullivan puts his guard up and approaches Lady Hawke cautiously, but predatorily. He tries for another chop, but Lady Hawke dodges, and then she dodges another chop! Frustrated, Sullivan goes for a spinning crescent kick, but Lady Hawke drops low to avoid it and lands an elbow to his wounded knee! Sullivan drops face forward and Lady Hawke hops on with a single leg Boston crab on the wounded leg! Sullivan cries out in pain… and struggles for the ropes. Finally, he makes it and pulls himself up. Lady Hawke goes on the attack again, but Sullivan jams a thumb in her eye! The fans boo loudly and Sullivan gets behind her to deliver what looks like his Double Dragon Suplex combo! But, Lady Hawke grabs the top rope. Sullivan tries to jerk her away from the ropes with tremendous force, but Lady Hawke holds on! She throws a couple elbows back at Sullivan’s torso and then spins around and delivers a kick to his wounded knee, and then another! Sullivan is on the edge! He goes for a chop. Lady Hawke blocks, chops him back, boots him in the gut, and then wraps him up and drops him with a DDT! In a flash, Lady Hawke grabs his leg and tries to pull him into the center of the ring. She gets him into the center of the ring, but Sullivan kicks away from her and reverse somersaults away. He gets to his feet only to be met with a vicious lariat by Lady Hawke that drops him on the back of his head!! Lady Hawke then kicks him brutally in the abdomen and he rolls over to try to get away, but Lady Hawke is too fast. Like lightning, she grabs both legs, crosses them and pulls them back with one arm, wraps her right leg around the throat, and jams her left knee into the back, setting a chokehold style stretch submission!

Tito: The MYTH-BREAKER!

T.H. Power: Awww… she's got him.

Tito: It’s a modified choke, but it's gotta be putting pressure on the knee too! He’s gonna tap!

T.H. Power: No…WRONG WRONG WRONG! Sullivan didn't take her serious enough.

The fans chant “LADY HAWKE! LADY HAWKE!” Sullivan’s face is going red and his fists clench, but the grimace contorting his face says it all! SULLIVAN TAPS OUT!

T.H. Power: DAMN IT! I thought he had it in him.

Tito: Wrong again! WRONG, WRONG, WROOOOOONNNGGGG!

T.H. Power: That’s… that’s extremely immature Tito. What do you think this is, grade school sandbox?!

Tito: Whatever! LADY HAWKE WITH THE WIN!

T.H. Power: *looking at Tito* If I didn't know better, I'd swear you had the hots for Skye. Better not let Matt find out!

Lady Hawke is slow to get to her feet, and the ref raises her arm in the air as the lights go out and the KhaosTron begins flashing distorted images of fire.

Voice: Very very convincing performance little bird.

Images flash of Lady Hawke's match.

Voice: You claim to be a predator.

Images of a hawk flash.

Voice: You act, like a predator.

Images of Lady Hawke attacking much larger adversaries flash.

Voice: But so was she.

Images of Aello flash.

Voice: Look at her now.

Images of Aello hospitalized flash.

Voice: Are you next?

Red ring light strobe flash. Carpenter is sitting on the top rope, and Phoenix is slding into the ring.

Voice: Are you next?

The lights strobe flash again as an image of Phoenix confronting Lady Hawke flashes on the 'Tron. Carpenter is standing on the second rope pointing at LH, as Phoenix's arms raise as if to grab her. She turns and sees them...

Voice: ARE YOU NEXT?!

The 'Tron suddenly dies, and the regular lights come back up. Lady Hawke is in the ring, alone, as her music starts to play.

Tito: What the hell was that??

T.H. can barely be heard, his headset lying on the desk as he talks through Mike's walkie.

T.H. Power: I don't care how, just find them!

**COMMERCIAL**

[TKOW Board]

Tito: I have word that Bob Lancelot has commandeered a camera backstage. Let's see what TKOW's TV Champion wants to say.

The shot shifts to Bob Lancelot. He is in a wheelchair and his head is heavily wrapped in bandages from the injuries he sustained in the Prince of Hell match at Holiday Hell. As Bob begins to speak you can sense the pain in his voice.

Lancelot: Claire can't be here tonight - she is still recovering in hospital suffering with a broken jaw after being blasted in the face with the TKOW Championship by Lady Hawke.

The crowd cheers and Bob shakes his head in disgust.

Lancelot: But don't worry, she will be back soon.

The crowd begins to boo.

Lancelot: But some idiot backstage decided to book me to work tonight. Do they realize what I have been through this past week? If this was any regular job I would have a sick note and be off with full pay for 3 months! "But it's only an interview," they said. Well, I’m fucking here! That is a testament to how tough I fucking am!

At Holiday Hell I suffered 2 broken ribs, grade 2 concussion, massive blood loss, a broken jaw and a sprained ankle! I've been confined to a wheel chair for fucks sake! A man of my stature, my caliber, my importance, confined to a wheel chair and I’m not even 30 years old yet! .... and for what?

I didn't even win the belt! It was written in destiny that I, Bob Lancelot - The Hardcore Superstar, was supposed to become the Double Crown Champion! I even had the t-shirts printed!

Bob pulls out a black t-shirt from his wheelchair that shows the Television Championship and the TKOW Championship with the words "Bob Lancelot - Double Crown 2007" written on it.

Lancelot: It cost me $15,000 to get these babies printed! I want a fucking refund! My chance to become a legend was stolen from me by Phoenix and Carpenter - The Church of Pain and Suffering! I was there, two minutes to go, and I was in the lead until Phoenix threw me off the top of that God forsaken structure and crashing down through a pile of tables below! I had all the odds stacked against me! It's not fair! It should be me standing with the belts! I should have walked out of Holiday Hell as a legend, not Phoenix!

Bob starts to get mad and tosses his Television Championship at the camera.

Lancelot: And to make things fucking worse, I’m scheduled to defend my Television Championship belt next week! What the fuck is that about? Was T.H. Power smoking crack when he made this match? Do I look like I can defend my Television Championship! I'm injured for fucks sake! LOOK! I have a letter from my physician! It states I am in no fit state to enter a wrestling ring for at least another 6 months!

Bob takes a badly penned letter out of his pocket. It is obviously a forgery. He waves it at the camera.

Lancelot: So sorry guys, I'd love to be here next week, but unfortunately I can't. Doctor's orders! So I’ll see you all in 6 months!

Bob grins as he wheels his chair off camera, and the screen once again shows the announce table. T.H. Power is...

Giggling.

He compses himself and sets down the headset, picking up a microphone, and, with help from Mike, steps up onto the announce table.

T.H. Power: I'd like to formally respond to Mr Lancelot.

T.H. acts as if he's adjusting a tie. He smooths his jacket, clears his throat, and motions to the crowd for silence.

T.H. Power: Tough cookies.

Thank you.

T.H. hands the mic down to Oates and waves to the crowd, nodding and making hand motions as if he's just creamed an opponent in a presidential debate.

Tito: You heard it folks. Next week, it's Bob Lancelot defending his title against Adrian Tanner Jr. Come hell or high water, if T.H. Power sticks to his usual attitude.

T.H. Power: Someone find me Spanky McPipebomb. That Nick Collyer still hasn't shown up, so I guess Spanky's getting a freebie.

The KhaosTron moves backstage, as a cameraman moves through some hallways, following "Hoops" Jackson.

"Hoops": -and I'm gonna get my job back next show, you'll s... What? We're o- Shit! Reporting live backstage, "Hoops" Jackson, looking to get a word with Spanky McPipebomb, an on again off again TKOW roster member. Where is that Irish Bastard??

A loud crash is heard offcamera, and "Hoops" takes off, the camera bouncing along behind him. They go around a couple corners and finally run smack dab into the masked face of Carpenter!!

Carpenter: You girls may wish to step back about three yards. The champ is a little perturbed with how things went down over at that Feder- Wait, there's a gag order on that isn't there. Well, I'm sure you can figure it out from the context. He's upset, and this Spanky guy, he happens to hail from someplace under that banner, so, well...

Yeah.

"Hoops": Isn't it more likely that Spanky was walking alone, back here, and you decided to make an example out of him while no one was around?

Carpenter glares at "Hoops".

Carpenter: Would you care to make it, two, examples...

Spanky's kilt is tattered as Phoenix deadlifts him up, and slams him to the cold stone floor using Matt Griffen's Claw Crush!!

"Hoops": That's a not so subtle message to Matt Griffen, regarding his collective comments, isn't it.

Carpenter: Mr Griffen knows full well where he sits with the Church. I simply think it's about time we take the fight directly to him. And make a myth, history.

The Metatron: Brother Griffen, the Lord of Fire is issuing you a direct challenge. He implores you to meet with him on the field of battle at New Era, one on one, in the Brutality Cage. There, in the house that Griffen built, our Lord and Savior will once again rise above this cruel intolerance, and keep his iron hold on all that we keep dear to our hearts and souls. There, he will cleanse you of your misdirected anger and suffering. It is there, in the Cage, that this story, shall write it's final chapter.

Accept this challenge, Matt Griffen. Face him, man to god, and feel what so many before you have felt.

Phoenix kicks over Spanky and storms at the camera, grabbing it and pulling it close to his hooded, masked face.

Phoenix: Feel.

My.

PAIN!!

Phoenix rips the headcam off the cameraman's head and smashes it into the ground. As the shot breaks up, Carpenter's laughter rings through the hallways.

Back in the arena, T.H. has once again stepped up on to the announce table, mic in hand.

T.H. Power: Folks, I'm sorry to say that there will not be a fourth match this evening. Nick Collyer is still not in the arena, and as you saw, Spanky McPipebomb is not fit to compete. Instead, we're going to head right into our feature bout, the Main Event, Team 7 facing the Bayou Street Mafia!

[TKOW Board]

Yuri Testkov: AND NOOOWWWW… THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A SIX-MAN ELIMINATION TAG MATCH! INTRODUCING FIRST…. AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 1,191 POUNDS…. ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY KATIE AND SHION HIKARI…. COMMUNIST JOHN… APOPHIS… AND DAN KILBURN… OTHERWISE KNOWN AS…. THE BAYOU STREET MAFIAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Tito: This surely won’t be the standard tag match for sure since it won’t be a one fall, but at least three, if not five!

"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blares through the arena to a mixed reaction. Communist John rides Katie, who is in her pink Jiggly Puff costume, out onto the stage. The crowd boos and jeers at him. Katie staggers under his weight, zigzagging down the ramp until she finally collapses near the bottom.

Tito: For goodness sake! Does he even care about what he’s doing to her?! He could break her back and paralyze her!

T.H. Power: I always enjoy riding a chick, but not the way he’s doing it!

Apophis steps next out onto the stage, dressed in his usual Egyptian outfit. More in the crowd cheer for him as he makes his way down to Katie and John, waving to the crowd with his flails.

Tito: Apophis is now one of the two tallest men in TKOW at the moment, towering even over Matt Griffen by an entire foot! This must be the new era in TKOW! The time of the Giants!

T.H. Power: Giants, smiants. The tallest guy can still be taken down if his opponent works it right.

Dan Kilburn walks out onto the stage, arm-in-arm with Shion. The crowd breaks out in more of a mixed reaction now, with cheers dominating. Shion smiles demurely and waves at the crowd while Kilburn struts and plays up to them.

Tito: This is the first time we’ve really seen Shion with Kilburn. She seems like such a nice kid.

T.H. Power: We all know looks can be deceiving, Tito.

Tito: But look at that face! That smile!

Shion makes her way to the front row and starts handing out something.

Tito: And look at that…bag of cookies?! Hey Shion! Can I have a cookie!

T.H. Power: She better have milk to go with those cookies! Ya know what I mean, Tito? *elbow, nudge*

Tito: Huh?

T.H. Power: *shaking head in disbelief* I should have known better…

Kilburn and Shion enter the ring and play up to the crowd as Apophis attempts to keep Communist John from humping people at ringside, while Kilburn takes his turns on the turnbuckles.

Yuri Testkov: AND THEIR OPPONENTS… WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 577 POUNDS… “THE DEMON FOX” BRANDON YOUNG….”KATASTROPHIC” KAYCEE TANNER…. AND… TKOW’S GOT WOOD GAUNTLET INVITATIONAL CHAMPION AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE TKOW TELEVISION TITLE.... “THE ARIZONA ASSASSIN” ADRIAN TANNER, JUNIORRRRRRR… OTHERWISE KNOWN AS TEAM SEVEEEENNNNN!!!

The crowd bursts into huge applause and Tanner chants when "Blaze of the Soul Reaper" by Shiru Sagisu inundates the arena as Brandon, Kaycee, and Adrian hit the stage and play up all their worth to the crowd all the way down to the ring, with Adrian hitting the turnbuckles and posing, raising the crowd up to a deafening roar.

Tito: *barely heard* The crowd is just going wild for Team 7, mainly for Adrian Tanner, Jr.

Kilburn eyes Adrian as Apophis finally gets Communist John in the ring.

T.H. Power: The crowd is overrating him.

Tito: Overrated?!?! He’s practically a household name in the wrestling industry!

T.H. Power: I didn’t say he didn’t have talent, just that the crowd is making too much over him. So he won a few matches. He’ll eventually lose and they’ll soon find someone new to cheer for in his place.

Tito: C’mon Boss, admit it. You like the cheers because he’s a good wrestler and each of those cheers mean cash registers going cha-ching with each one.

T.H. Power: *mock panic* Nooooo!!! It can’t be!! You found out my deepest darkest secret! I’m RUINED! RUINED I SAY! You figured out my secret plan of having the Most Hated fed having a Most Loved wrestler!

Tito’s reply is drowned out by the ringing of the bell and the sudden roar of the crowd as Adrian and Kilburn start things off with a collar and tie lock up. Neither gets the advantage and they both break away. Kilburn makes a move at Tanner, who arm drags him into an armbar submission. Shion and Apophis encourage Dan as he struggles with the hold. He finally manages to get his toes on the ropes. The ref forces Adrian to release, which he does on a 2 count.

Tito: Adrian wants to take out Kilburn’s arm.

T.H. Power: Weaken your opponent any way you can.

Tanner allows Kilburn to get to his feet and attacks him with a few chops. Kilburn somehow manages to step in and down Tanner with a DDT! The crowd boos heavily! The two men are quickly back to their feet. Tanner grabs Dan and whips him into the ropes, but Kilburn instead hops up on the first one and springboards back off, twisting 180 for a flying clothesline, knocking Adrian to the mat! The arena breaks out with a mixed reaction.

T.H. Power: Well, well, looky there. Kilburn managed to take advantage of a bad situation, knocking everyone’s sweetheart to the mat.

Tito: You’re just jealous they’re not cheering you.

T.H. Power: *sniffles and mock crying* Oh, Tito! You’re so right! I’m so under appreciated! It’s just breaks my heart! BOOHOO!!!

Tito scoots his chair slightly more away from Power.

In the ring, Kilburn gets to his feet first and grabs Tanner for a suplex, but Adrian stomps both of Kilburn’s feet hard, before countering with a suplex of his own! He pulls Kilburn up and takes him right back down with a headlock takedown and holds the headlock after. The ref checks Kilburn as his face turns red. Kilburn lands a weak club to Tanner’s back, then manages to slip his arm up over Tanner’s shoulder and under his chin, prying his head back. Tanner finally releases the headlock and rolls to the side. Dan rolls his neck as he gets to his feet. Kilburn immediately spears Tanner, afterwards whipping him to the BSM corner where he tags in Apophis after spearing Tanner into the turnbuckle.

T.H. Power: Whips and spears, whips and spears… sounds almost kinky…

Tito: …

Apophis steps over the ropes and he and Kilburn double suplex Tanner so hard that he bounces off the mat. The ref forces Dan out.

T.H. Power: Nice double team move there!

Apophis reaches down and pulls Adrian up by the throat and lifts him high into the air.

Tito: No!!!

Adrian grabs Apophis’ forearm and struggles, but the giant of a man chokeslams him hard to the mat, afterward dropping to his knees on Tanner’s chest for the pin to a huge chorus of boos.

Tito: Good god! That has to crush Adrian!

1…

2…

3…

No! Kaycee breaks the pin at the last moment with a top rope cross body! The crowd erupts into cheers!

Tito: YES!! GO KAYCEE! Thank goodness! That was so close!

T.H. Power: Damn, wish that had been me. I’d love to have titty hit me like that, preferably in the face.

The ref forces Kaycee back out as Adrian sucks in a huge gulp of air and rolls over to his knees and gets his feet under him. Meanwhile, Apophis uses the ropes to assist in rising. Adrian looks at Apophis then heads for his own corner and starts to tag out to Brandon, but Kaycee instead makes the tag before he can. Adrian fusses at her, but she shakes her head and climbs up on the top turnbuckle, pointing at the approaching Apophis. Adrian quickly hops up on the second rope, springboarding off with a dropkick to Apophis’ chest with Kaycee leaping off the top rope with a springboard hurricanrana just as Adrian hits. Apophis falls to the mat with a huge thud to a huge crowd approval. Kaycee goes for the pin!

Tito: HOLY COW! That’s quick thinking for a worked over Adrian and Kaycee. Keep it up!

The ref starts to admonish Adrian, but drops for the count when he sees Kaycee going for it.

1…

2…

Apophis throws Kaycee across the ring near the BSM corner. Getting to her feet, Communist John reaches through the ropes and pulls her into them, humping her. Everyone can here his “Hehehe! Me so horny!” remark.

T.H. Power: That’s it CJ! Get some of that!

Brandon is furious and tries to get into the ring to assist her. The ref blocks him as Dan steps inside and nails her with The Freezer (high kick to the head) as she struggles with Communist John. Dan slips right back out just as the ref turns around to find a slightly stunned Kaycee still being humped.

Tito: That’s not right!! Kilburn took advantage while the ref wasn’t looking!

T.H. Power: You know, I have to agree with you there, Tito, but it’s not like she’s pinned. If that was the case, I’d step in. As it is, she’s only getting getting a good humping. Every woman should get one of those once in a while.

The ref forces Communist John to release her and Kilburn has to pry him off her.

Tito: I can’t believe you just said that… What if that had been Lady Hawke instead of Kaycee?!!

T.H. Power: He’d be in serious, possibly mortal, danger once Skye got loose.

Apophis reaches his corner and kicks Kaycee in the stomach, doubling her over. He whips her into his turnbuckle and follows it with an immediate spear.

T.H. Power: Egyptian Whip!

Tito: No! Kaycee doesn’t stand much of a chance over there!

Apophis reaches down and grabs Kaycee by her legs and attempt to slam her head first into the turnbuckle, but she tucks and grabs each of his huge, trunk-like legs and holds on! She manages to actually pull her arm and shoulders behind his legs and locks her arms around his legs. The crowd cheers as he tries to jerk her back up and free himself, but she locks those arms in tight and he’s forced to let her go, but he slams her feet down and she lands hard on her knees! She leans forward and then using her elbows jerks back hard into the back of Apophis’ knees, dropping him! She immediately hooks her arms behind his knees and flips over into a bridging pin!

Tito: Maybe I was wrong!

The ref drops for the count!

1…

2-

Kilburn breaks the count! He pulls Kaycee up as the ref tries to force him out. He dodges the ref and moves toward her, but she gets in a snapmare and dropkicks him in the back of the head! Having left his corner on the outside, Brandon reaches in and jerks Kilburn’s feet out from under him as Kaycee connects with the kick! Brandon reaches in and pulls him out of the ring and DDT’s him to the floor! Communist John moves to help out Dan.

Tito: Go Team 7!!!

Meanwhile, Apophis is rising and Kaycee kicks him hard in the gut, doubling him over. She immediately follows with several knees to his face. On the floor, Brandon and Communist John are going at it and Adrian joins them, with Kilburn intercepting him as he reaches them.

T.H. Power: Well, this is getting interesting. Get a camera over there so I can see!

Kaycee has blood on her knee when she steps back. Apophis shakes his head, slinging a bit of blood. Kaycee heads up top as Apophis gets to his feet and goes for another hurricanrana, only he counters with turning in the direction and catches her, halting her momentum and powerbombs her to the mat! The crowd groans. The ref slips out of the ring as he moves for the pin! He looks around to see the ref trying to break up Communist John and Brandon. Shion is between Adrian and Dan, a hand on each’s chest, trying to keep them from fighting outside the ring. They relent to Shion and she smiles. Adrian grabs Brandon and Dan and Shion get hold of Communist John and they separate the two.

Tito: Wow! Little Shion kept Adrian and Kilburn from taking it to the outside!

Back in the ring, Kaycee gets to her feet as Apophis rises again and she hits him with leg scissors into a DDT! As he tries gets to a knee, Kaycee scrambles to her feet and NAILS Apophis with a shining wizard with her knee! He falls back and she goes for the pin!

Tito: SHINING BLACK!

The ref turns and slides into the ring and starts the count!

1…

2…

3!!

Kilburn dives in, but he’s too late!

Yuri Testkov: ELIMINATED… FROM THE BAYOU STREET MAFIA… APOPHIS!

T.H. Power: Hmph.

As Apophis rolls out onto the apron, Kaycee wearily makes her way to her corner. However, Kilburn grabs her from behind with a suplex hold and lifts her, but switches to a modified DDT in mid air, slamming her face first into the mat! He goes for the cover!

T.H. Power: I think he calls that one Absolute Zero!

1…

2…

No! Brandon makes the save by jerking Dan up and into a snap suplex! The crowd roars! He immediately follows with a reverse suplex! The ref pushes him back out, reminding him Kaycee is the legal person! Brandon says something back then slips between the ropes. Kaycee rolls to the ropes and tags out to him. Brandon re-enters, pulling up Kilburn. He shoves him back to his corner, motioning for Communist John to tag in. Kilburn sneers, but tags out. CJ slips between the ropes and immediately rakes Brandon’s eyes! The crowd boos! The ref admonishes him.

Communist John clotheslines Brandon, then sits on his face! Brandon struggles as CJ strains then smiles and gets up. Brandon rolls away coughing and gagging. The crowd boos and jeers while CJ just laughs.

Tito: EEWWwwwww!!! Farter the Better…

T.H. Power: Now that’s what I call NASTY!

Communist John elbow drops on Brandon.

Tito: That’s just not right! First the humping, then a rake, then the farting! How gross can he get?!

T.H. Power: Do you really want to know?

Brandon clutches his back as CJ flops on top of him.

Tito: God no!! Not the Anal Exam!!!

T.H. Power: Remember, Tito. You asked. I can’t watch this, but I bet Quadir would be snapping pictures!

Tito: The inhumanity! Somebody help him!!

Brandon tries to free himself from the 300+ pounds of the gyrating Communist John.

T.H. Power: Ugh. Girl on girl action it would be good. Even Communist John on Kaycee would be good, but this is just too gross and nasty. STOP THE MATCH!

The crowd boos and Kilburn and Adrian begin yelling at Power as Kaycee shoves John off Brandon.

T.H. Power: *standing up* Hold your horses. The match is going to continue, but at this rate and with the nastiness, we’re losing viewers and fast! So here’s what I’m going to do. As of right now, I’m changing this match to an elimination tornado tag! Otherwise, the rules are the same. You get pinned, you’re out and everyone keeps fighting until one team is completely eliminated.

Adrian smiles and steps into the ring, joining Kaycee and Brandon.

T.H. Power: Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it! Our ratings are dropping!

T.H. drops back into his seat as Kilburn and John clotheslines all 3 of Team 7. John immediately falls on Kaycee, humping her while pinning her! The crowd boos heavily!

Tito: NOOOOOO!!! NOT KAYCEE!

1…

2…

Brandon tries to break the pin, but Kilburn drives him back with a kick to the face and another to Adrian, who grabs his foot and jerks him down!

3!

Yuri Testkov: ELIMINATED… FROM TEAM 7… KAYCEEEEE TANNERRR!!!

Brandon regains his senses, shaking out the cobwebs, and immediately drops John with a dropkick. He moves to jerk him up only to get his head smashed into the canvas. CJ kicks him in the butt as Brandon gets to his knees, afterward nailing him with another elbow drop. Communist John then grabs Brandon and locks in a surfboard and then actually pretends Brandon is one!

T.H. Power: Mr. Nasty is “Hanging 6.”

Meanwhile, Adrian had gotten Kilburn into a bow and arrow lock, applying pressure to Dan, until he sees Communist John riding Brandon. He releases the hold and tosses Kilburn to the side. Adrian scrambles to his feet as John gets tired of “surfing” and curb stomps Brandon to the mat.

Tito: Communist John is just abusing Young something fierce!

Adrian sees his chance and springboards off the first rope with spinning DDT, taking Communist John down hard. The crowd erupts into a Tanner chant. Across the ring, Kilburn uses the ropes to get to his feet. Brandon rolls over, favoring both his arms, wincing as he lifts one to grab the ropes to pull himself up. Adrian pulls CJ up and NAILS the Revolver! The crowd roars as he goes for the pin.

1…

2…

3-

Kilburn breaks the pin just in time!

Tito: Adrian almost had him!

Kilburn pulls Adrian up and hits him with the Snowslam (similar to the Angle Slam)! The crowd jeers and continues their Tanner chanting. Dan pulls Adrian up for Absolute Zero, but Brandon stops him with a top rope wheelbarrow kick, snapping Dan’s head forward and causing him to drop Tanner! Brandon winces again as he rolls on the mat, after landing on one arm. Adrian and Dan both lay on the mat unmoving for a few moments. Communist John stirs and uses the ropes to get to his feet as Brandon gets to his, trying to shake out his arms.

Tito: Brandon’s not going to be able to use his arms effectively, especially after that curb stomp. All he can do will be more leg work or something like that!

T.H. Power: Those are the breaks.

Tito: I hope he doesn’t have any!

Brandon eyes John from not far away, trying to figure out his next move. Young climbs the closest turnbuckle and walks the top rope a few feet before backflipping toward CJ and catching him with a swinging DDT!! He goes for the pin!

Tito: REALITY CHECK FROM THE DEMON FOX!!

1…

2…

3!

Yuri Testkov: ELIMINATED… FROM THE BAYOU STREET MAFIA… COMMUNIST JOHN!!!

Kilburn slams a fist into the mat and gets to his feet. Adrian rises as well and snap suplexes him. Kilburn is a bit slow to his feet and Adrian gets him with another snap suplex. The crowd starts getting worked up.

Tito: This could be it for the Bayou Street Mafia! Tanner and Young are both still in this and Kilburn is the only one left on his team and he’s not looking so good!

T.H. Power: To be fair, you can’t really say Young has much of anything left. His arms are practically useless from that surfboard and curb stomp. He’s worn out. He’ll be lucky if Kilburn doesn’t decide to take him out quick. Brandon should just let Tanner handle things unless he wants to lose.

Tanner hits Kilburn with a 3rd snap suplex. He pulls him up toward a turnbuckle and moves for a dropkick, but Kilburn dodges it! He catches Adrian and slams him to the mat and rolls him out onto the floor! Dan turns and spies Brandon struggling to his feet. Kilburn grins and runs at Young, spearing him into the turnbuckle. He pulls him out, but Brandon catches him with a spinning heel kick! Kilburn staggers back slightly and rubs his jaw. He quickly suplexes Young then looks around for Tanner, who has just re-entered the ring and nails him with a hurricanrana! The crowd roars! Tanner moves for the pin!

1…

2…

3....

No! Kickout!

Tito: Adrian nearly had this won!

Kilburn rolls over to his knees. Tanner goes for a knee drop, but Kilburn rolls to the side and avoids it! He uses the ropes and pulls himself up. Tanner approaches, but out of nowhere Kilburn nails The Freezer! Adrian drops, momentarily stunned. Dan looks back and forth between Tanner and Young, trying to figure out which one to finish off first. He chooses Brandon and advances. Brandon tries a kick, but Dan catches his foot. Young tries to counter with an enziguri, but Dan falls with a partial backbend, avoiding it. He pulls Brandon up and nails the Absolute Zero and drops for the pin!

1…

Adrian rouses and gets to his feet…

2…

He dives at Kilburn…

3!

Tanner is too late!

Yuri Testkov: ELIMINATED… FROM TEAM 7… BRANDON YOUNG!!!!

Tito: I don’t believe it! It’s down to Adrian and Kilburn!

T.H. Power: Our ratings just skyrocketed, don’t you think?

Tanner pulls Dan up and nails a german suplex. As Dan gets to his feet, Tanner whips him into the ropes and on the rebound drives him right back into them with a dropkick to the chest. Dan lands in the ropes and has enough sense left to grab them. Adrian climbs to a knee and then his feet. Kilburn just leans back against the ropes, resting and catching his breath. Tanner stands there, resting as well. The two men just stare at one another. In the BSM corner, Shion cheers for both men. Slowly, a Tanner chant starts in the arena and gains in strength and numbers. Suddenly both men dive at one another, throwing fists!

Tito: NOW they’re brawling?!

The two exchange blows, knocking the other back. Tanner steps in with an arm drag and tries to lock in an armbar. However, Dan maneuvers, not allowing him, and ends up managing to get himself to the ropes and grabbing hold. The ref calls for release. Tanner does… then kneels and locks in a Dragon Sleeper.

Tito: The Problem Solver v2.0! This could be it!! Tanner’s going to win another one! Kilburn doesn’t have a chance!

Dan struggles, but Tanner keeps the hold locked on. After about a minute, Dan still struggles, but more weakly. Tanner stands, pulling him up with him and positions for a suplex. However, Kilburn begins elbowing and kicking, stomping feet! He just manages to break free of Tanner. Adrian goes for the Daytripper (superkick) and only just barely catches Dan in the chin as he was jerking back. Dan shakes his head vigorously and immediately goes for a clothesline, downing Tanner while he’s still slightly off balance. The crowd boos as Kilburn grab’s Tanner’s legs and lifts him up over his back by them and then slams Tanner’s head and neck straight down to the mat! He goes for the pin!

1…

2…

3!

T.H. Power: Kilburn pulls it off with his Guillotine!

Yuri Testkov: ELIMINATED… FROM TEAM 7… ADRIAN TANNER, JUNIOR!! FINAL SURVIVOR… DAN “CYPHER” KILBURN AND YOUR WINNERS…. THE BAYOU STREEEETT MAAAFFFIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!!

Tito: No! I can’t believe this! Tanner lost to Kilburn!?!!!

T.H. Power: Believe it! It’s done!

The crowd breaks loose in a mixed reaction, mostly boos, as the ref lifts Kilburn’s arm in victory and the BSM's music plays. Shion rushes into the ring with Apophis, to help celebrate the victory, offering Dan a cookie. Kaycee re-enters the ring to help Adrian, as Communist John chases a young woman around the ring yelling out, “ME SO HORNY!! ME SO HORNY!!!”

Tito: *shaking head disbelievingly* What an upset! Does this mean TKOW is turning on it's head?

T.H. Power: It just wasn't a Tanner night. It happens. So... let's move on!

Tito: Does this mean you're going to tell me in advance who's trying out for that chair?

T.H. Power: Nope.

Tito: Not even a hint?

T.H. Power: Nope.

Tito: What about the next show? We know Bob is going to be defending against Adrian for the TV Title. What else?

T.H. Power: Well, Tito...

Tito: *leaning forward* Yeah, Boss?

T.H. Power: There's going to be some wrestling.

Tito: That much was pretty obvious. What else?

T.H. Power: All the hottest girls in the arena are gonna strip tease for MEEEEEE!!!!

Tito: You're just playing me, aren't you.

T.H. Power: Yepper doodles...

Tito: Looks like we're just out of time... This is Tito Poppi...

T.H. Power: and the sexiest millionaire on the East-

Tito: Saying thanks for watching and tune in to the next MASS KHAOS!

The shot goes back to the ring as the Bayou Street Mafia are still celebrating.

Tito: C'mon Boss, you can't leave me out in the cold! I have to know...

A quick highlight recap package from the show runs on the screen.

**Fade to**

[TKOW Board]

OPENING
T.H. Power

DOBERMAN VS MINGLA
Bob

GRIFFEN INTERVIEW
Kahlan

LADY HAWKE VS SULLIVAN
Onslaught

CHURCH SEGMENT
Phoenix

LANCELOT INTERVIEW/SEGMENT
Bob

PHOENIX/CHURCH SEGMENT
Phoenix

TEAM 7 VS BAYOU STREET MAFIA
Kahlan

CLOSE
Kahlan