[Card]
TCW Resurrection PPV
Thursday, December 11th, 2025
Little Caesars Arena - Detroit, Michigan

Main Event
TCW World Championship
KTK (champion) vs. Sean O. w/ Rebecca Hardin


TCW Intercontinental Championship
-Triple Threat
KTK (champion) vs. Sean Lorrenza vs. Lucas Fir


TCW Street Fight Championship
-Bristol Bulldozer will go over 1,000 days officially as champion if he wins this match!
Bristol Bulldozer (champion) vs. ???????


TLC Match
The Saint vs. The Hooded Hatstand


TCW National Championship
-Fatal Fourway
Ricky Chicago (champion) vs. Johan Erikkson vs. Al Hollywood vs. Los Conquistador Magnifico


TCW Tag Team Championships
-Triple Threat
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) (champions) vs. Chip Riggle and NoVVa w/ Rust Riggle vs. Total Destruction (Hunter Mills and Rick Kane) w/ Tommy Lowe


TCW Trinity Championships
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) and NoVVA (champions) w/ Rust Riggle vs. UnStables (Desire, Man Mountain Marko and Beast) w/ Beauty vs. Samuel Manson w/ The Keeper, The Duchess and Suzaku w/ Agent White vs. Zhu Whang, The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand


[Content]
Grant: Welcome! Welcome everyone to TCW RESURRECTION! We are at Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan. This place is PACKED with thousands of action-hungry fans. So let’s not keep any of them waiting. We are kicking things off with the National Championship match as the reigning champion Ricky Chicago will defend his title against his former friend as well as fellow Mason International member due to their purchasing the Foundry, Johan Erikkson, as well as Al Hollywood and Los Conquistador Magnifico in a Fatal Fourway that promises to be a hard hitting, highly competitive match.

Hicks: You said it DADDY! These four men are gonna give us a HUM DINGER of a SLOBBER KNOCKER tonight!

Grant: I said nothing remotely close to that as hayseed is not my natural dialect. But you are correct in that this is going to be a very entertaining match. Chicago and Erikkson have not seen eye to eye recently and Chicago does not trust him at all. Hollywood and Magnifico are going for their first singles championship in TCW and they have shown they will do anything they need to do to win.

Hicks: Them fellers don’t mind bending the rules a tad and have used that to great success in their time here. Don’t be surprised to see them pull out all the stops here in order to get some gold!

Grant: Trust me I won’t as they are as ruthless as they are ambitious, so they are capable of anything at any time. One thing Chicago is going to need to look out for is that due to this being a Fatal Fourway there is no champion’s advantage. The first pinfall or submission wins regardless of who is involved in the fall so he needs to not only fend off his challengers, but he needs to be aware of what’s going on at all times even when he’s not directly involved.

Hicks: Chicago has really stepped up his game lately, but tonight is really going to test his championship mettle with these three big bad hosses going for his belt DADDY!

Grant: As much as I hate to agree with you, that was actually a solid point. Though I will demand our social media department edit out my saying that when they post video of this match to any of our sites as I refuse to admit I ever said that. With that in mind let’s hand it over to Salas for the introductions.

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR FIRST MATCH TONIGHT IS A FATAL FOURWAY FOR THE TCW NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! FIRST PINFALL OR SUBMISSION WINS AND THE CHAMPION DOES NOT NEED TO BE INVOLVED IN THE DECISION TO DETERMINE A WINNER!

(Crowd pops)

Salas: Now lets meet the competitors! Introducing first! Weighing in at 310 pounds, from Gothenburg Sweden - “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson!

(Runes to My Memory by Amon Amarth plays over the P.A. to a respectable mixed reaction from the fans. The video reel shows the silhouette of a Viking berserker in the center of the screen and the name “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson appears. The video rotates between this image and Johan’s highlight reel, including recent Trinity and National title victories and the huge powerbomb that he and other wrestlers delivered to Bahn Gemeden. Jenny Chan emerges from the back, looking beautiful, but all business in a power suit and signature red rimmed glasses. She steps to the side and gestures as if to say “here he is” as the massive Swede joins her on the ramp, bellowing out to the fans with his arms raised. Flames emerge from the sides of the ramp as the pair make their way to ringside; Chan leads the way while Johan plays to the crowd, psyching himself up along the way. At the ring, he parts the ropes so that Chan can enter and then he steps over the top rope. He climbs toe turnbuckles in his corner to bellow out to his fans, working himself into a frenzy.)

Salas: Introducing next, making his way to the ring from Gijon, Asturias, Spain, weighing in at 96kg…LOS CONQUISTADOR MAGNIFICO!

(“Twin Peaks Theme” by Angelo Badalamenti (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2lkvrMa27c ) plays over the PA and Los Conquistador Magnifico emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way methodically down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Los Conquistador Magnifico reaches the ring and leaps onto the top rope, backflipping over into the ring and stares at his opponent.)

Salas: Introducing our next competitor! Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, from The San Fernando Valley, AL HOLLYWOOD!

(“I Touch Myself” by Divinyls tarts to play over the PA as the fans begin to boo heartily. As the opening drums reach a crescendo, the curtain flies apart and Al Hollywood emerges with his left arm raised above his head, fist clenched. He walks down to the ring showing off his outrageously chiselled physique, making sure every woman in the crowd can see it. He stops briefly to taunt a fat fan boy, pointing to his abs before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. He almost skips up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope before spinning around the ring, arms extended like a propeller).

Salas: And the fourth and final competitor. From Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at 280 pounds, the TCW National Champion RICKY CHICAGO!

("Sweet Home Chicago" by The Blues Brothers play as Ricky Chicago slowly and somewhat arrogantly makes his way down the aisle to a crowd pop mixed with scattered boos.)

Grant: All four wrestlers are in the ring and each of them look ready to go. Referee “Big” John Ellers is going to have his hands full keeping control tonight.

Hicks: He definitely is going to earn his paycheck tonight. This will not be an easy match to officiate.

Grant: No it won’t and I don’t envy him for that reason. Ellers makes sure all the wrestlers are good to go and he motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Here we go and right off the bat Hollywood and LCM go after Chicago! On the previous Showdown Chicago got involved in their tag team match against the Saint and the Driver and they clearly haven’t forgotten about that!

Hicks: They got him backed into the corner and are taking turns whaling on him! Chicago is holding his own but the numbers game they have mastered is working to their advantage here.

Grant: Not for long as here comes Johan! He CLOBBERS LCM and shoves Hollywood aside which gives Chicago some breathing room, but that is short lived as Johan belts him with a forearm! Chicago fires back and now Chicago is throwing down with Johan!

Hicks: These former friends don’t see eye to eye on much if anything now! Chicago wants no part of Mason International while Johan seems to have embraced returning there. Johan goes to send Chicago into the ropes but Chicago reverses! Johan comes off and Chicago hits him with a BIG BACK BODY DROP!

Grant: Johan gets up and Chicago drops him with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! He goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hollywood boots Chicago in the head to stop the count!

Hicks: With four men in the ring that’s going to be a problem the entire match. If you want to win you are going to have to take advantage of a rare moment when the other wrestlers aren’t able to disrupt the pin or submission.

Grant: A surprisingly well thought and worded assessment from my announce partner. Good job Hicks.

Hicks: AWW SHUCKS DADDY! Imma just telling it like it is!

Grant: And just like that you ruined it. Chicago gets up and Hollywood takes him over with a SNAP SUPLEX! Johan tries to get up and LCM wipes him out with an ENZIGURI KICK! Johan drops to all fours and LCM uses the middle rope to come off with a LEG DROP to the back of the head!

Hicks: Chicago tries to stand and Hollywood quickly whips him into the corner! Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and Hollywood follows in with a SPLASH! Big impact from Hollywood there!

Grant: Hollywood steps back and hauls off with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Another one and Chicago’s chest is turning bright red! A big uppercut to the jaw has Chicago reeling and now Hollywood sends him out of the corner with a HIP TOSS!

Hicks: Johan is again trying to rise and LCM comes off the ropes with a FLYING HEAD BUTT! That drops Johan to the mat and now LCM with a STANDING SENTON to Johan!

Grant: Chicago gets to his feet in the middle of the ring as Hollywood charges him …. Chicago catches him and drives him to the mat with a SPINEBUSTER! LCM sees this and charges at Chicago with a running kick …. Chicago grabs his leg and LEG WHIPS LCM INTO HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: Chicago is showing us why he is the National Champion! He’s taking everything they’ve thrown at him so far!

Grant: Chicago goes to follow up on them only to get LEVELLED BY JOHAN! Chicago hits the mat, but is quickly picked up by Johan who PRESSES CHICAGO ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Hicks: Look at the strength of this BOSS HOSS! Chicago is a big dude but Johan picked him up like he was nothing!

Grant: Johan military presses Chicago a couple of times before SLAMMING him down to the mat! Chicago endures a rough landing and now Johan drops a MASSIVE ELBOW to his chest!

Hicks: Johan hooks the leg and covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM grabs him by the ankle and rips him off of Chicago to stop the count! LCM tries to follow up, but Johan uses his foot to LAUNCH LCM into the corner!

Grant: He almost sent LCM over the top rope to the floor! Johan gets up and Hollywood rushes at him for a LARIAT …. Johan ducks and Hollywood misses! Johan grabs him and takes Hollywood over with a SIDE SUPLEX! Nicely done by Johan!

Hicks: Hollywood gets up and Johan is setting him up for a Powerbomb …. LCM COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK TO JOHAN! WOW!

Grant: Johan is a massive man, but not even he can withstand the force of a drop kick like that as LCM got all of it! Johan is down and now LCM hits the middle rope for a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Hicks: He got it and now LCM covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO WITH A KNEE TO THE HEAD OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT!

Grant: I don't know if Johan would have kicked out of that or not, but Chicago wasn't taking any chances as he nearly mangled LCM’s face through his mask with that knee strike! Chicago picks LCM up off the mat and takes him over with a GUT WRENCH SUPLEX!

Hicks: LCM tries to push his way up and Chicago stomps him in the middle of his back! He did it again and LCM felt that one!

Grant: Chicago now punches LCM in the small of the back to dish out more pain! Chicago has a mean streak to him and he isn't afraid to use it on an opponent. He certainly isn't going to hesitate when his National Championship is at stake!

Hicks: I know I wouldn't! Gold is hard to come by in TCW and when you get it you do whatever it takes to keep it!

Grant: Chicago has shown he will do exactly that to keep his title and you know if they want to take it from him they are going to have to bring their A game to do it! LCM gets up slowly clutching at his back and Chicago picks him up for a BACK BREAKER!

Hicks: LCM is writhing in pain and now Chicago picks him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. HOLLYWOOD WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF CHICAGO’S HEAD!

Grant: Chicago drops LCM and now Hollywood grabs Chicago for a DDT! He dropped him right in his head and Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: That was the first uninterrupted cover we've had and we've had a handful of them so far. That should tell you how chaotic these Fatal Fourway matches are.

Grant: You have to keep your eyes open and look out the corner of them at all times in a match like this because you never know where someone is coming from. Hollywood quickly gets back on offence and boots Chicago in the back as he tries to stand. Hollywood shoves Chicago chest first into the ropes and he rebounds backwards towards Hollywood who smashes him in the back with a forearm. Chicago cringes in pain and now Hollywood sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX!

Hicks: Nicely done by Hollywood! Chicago is slow to get up as Hollywood has done a number on him the last few minutes. Chicago tries to get up and Hollywood runs up with a BOOT TO THE RIBS! That was NFL quality DADDY!

Grant: If that was a field goal attempt Hollywood would have been good from 60 yards! He kicked Chicago that hard! Yes I know my football!

Hicks: Women who love football are HOT, DADDY!

Grant: Now all of a sudden I hate football! Never say that again!

Hicks: Chicago is back on his feet and Hollywood prepares to charge at him …. Johan out of nowhere grabs Hollywood for a FULL NELSON SLAM! WOW!

Grant: The ring shook upon impact as that's how much force Johan got behind that! Johan is now standing across from his former ally Chicago and you can feel the disdain these two hold for each other now!

Hicks: Chicago has made his resentment for Johan clear lately and no doubt Johan isn't happy about that!

Grant: The look of anger on each man’s face tells the story as they rush at each other and begin punching the crap out of each other!

Hicks: It's like Mike Tyson and George Foreman throwing down heavyweight boxing style! We have a PRIZE FIGHT GOING ON DADDY!

Grant: Both men are landing some solid shots on each other and those punches have anger behind them as they are trying to knock each other out! Johan lands one! Now Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Back and forth they go and they aren't letting up or slowing down!

Hicks: The fans are loving this as we have two certified BAD ASSES beating each other senseless! Two superstars letting it all out as they fight each other for championship gold! You can't ask for more than this!

Grant: Johan throws another punch but this time Chicago blocks it and catches him with an upper cut that staggers Johan! Another one and Johan is reeling! Chicago hits the ropes and comes off with a FLYING BODY BLOCK on Johan that drives him to the mat!

Hicks: Chicago hooks the leg and goes for the pin! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT! Chicago wanted that, but Johan still has too much left to put him down this early!

Grant: Johan gets up only to be taken back down by Chicago with a SPINNING NECK BREAKER! Well done by the champ and now he goes to follow up …. LCM OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING LEG SCISSORS TO CHICAGO! WOW!

Hicks: Chicago didn't see him coming and LCM wiped him out! Chicago gets up slowly and LCM charges at him with a MEXICAN DESTROYER! HOLY CRAP DADDY!

Grant: LCM got all of that and now he covers Chicago! This might be it as Ellers counts 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That was SO CLOSE DADDY! I thought LCM had him there!

Grant: I did too and LCM thought the match was over! He's arguing with Ellers over the count and Ellers tells him it was only two. A disgusted LCM goes back to Chicago and drills him with a double chop to the throat! Chicago tries to catch his breath and now LCM runs towards the ropes and FLIPS towards them before bouncing off with a SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! WHAT A MOVE!

Hicks: LCM showed his agility there and Chicago took a big shit to the head from it!

Grant: He caught Chicago on the side of the head and Chicago is definitely dazed from the impact! His eyes are glassy and he is having trouble getting his footing and now LCM follows up with a BRAIN KICK to Chicago!

Hicks: DAMN! Chicago goes down and LCM covers him again! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT AGAIN! LCM slams his hand on the mat and yells at Ellers who yells back he didn’t get the three count. LCM is trying to intimidate Ellers who is the wrong man to try to intimidate!

Grant: Ellers has been around too long and has seen too much to let himself get pushed around by the wrestlers no matter who they are. Ellers tells LCM to worry about the match who offers up one last argument, I believe it was in Spanish, but whatever language it was in it sounded angry. LCM turns back to face Chicago who springs up and HEAD BUTTS LCM!

Hicks: LCM wasted time arguing with Ellers and it cost him! LCM is rocked and now Chicago grabs him and sends him into the corner with an EXPLODER! What a move by Chicago!

Grant: LCM went from being in control to getting heaved into the corner in a matter of seconds now Chicago has regained the advantage! He pulls LCM out of the corner and hoists him up for a GUT BUSTER! That took some of the wind out of LCM and now Chicago covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Now LCM is the one with the close call as he BARELY kicked out of that!

Grant: Chicago doesn’t waste time dwelling on the near fall as he picks LCM up for a FALL AWAY SLAM! LCM goes flying all the way across the ring and Chicago used all of his strength on that one! He turns to face LCM as Chicago thinks he has a chance to end this now. He moves quickly to follow up but is CUT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING BY A SPEAR FROM HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! That was so brutal I nearly SOILED MAHHSELF!

Grant: WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION THERE! AND GET HIM A NEW CHAIR JUST TO BE SAFE! But it was in fact BRUTAL as Hollywood caught Chicago at just the right angle and wiped him out! Chicago is clutching his ribs and Hollywood leaps up and comes down on his ribs with a DOUBLE STOMP!

Hicks: Chicago WRITHES in pain after that and Hollywood follows up by smashing him with several hammer fists to the ribs! This Hollywood is one mean man who likes to hurt people!

Grant: Hollywood sees a weakness and he’s wisely trying to exploit it! Hollywood boots Chicago in the ribs and now he jumps up and drops a DOUBLE KNEE into his midsection! Chicago lets out a big gasp and now Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That might be the closest we’ve gotten to three in the match so far!

Grant: Chicago is definitely feeling the pain in his ribs and Hollywood isn’t going to let up! He pulls Chicago to his feet and lifts his knee into his ribs! Hollywood does it again and now Hollywood whips Chicago into the corner!

Hicks: Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and you can see the anguish on his face! Hollywood thinks he has Chicago right where he wants him and charges in after him …. JOHAN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE! MY GOD!

Grant: How is Hollywood’s head still attached after that! Johan nearly took it off and Hollywood is on dream street right now! He is trying to stand but he can’t get his feet settled now Johan picks him up on his shoulders for a BURNING HAMMER! WOW!

Hicks: A rough landing for Hollywood and now Johan covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT!

Grant: Hollywood barely got out of that as he had just enough to withstand that Burning Hammer by Johan! Hollywood is trying to refocus himself but Johan isn’t going to give him a chance as he sends Hollywood into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM!

Hicks: Johan has thrown Hollywood around like a rag doll the last few minutes and that is not an easy task as Hollywood is not a small man! But the massive Johan is using his strength to great effect as he hoists Hollywood up for a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM!

Grant: And he made that look SO EASY! Johan might be the strongest man in all of wrestling as he does things no one else can do! Hollywood tries to stand up and Johan blasts him with an OPEN HANDED CHOP that nearly caves his chest in!

Hicks: Johan hit Hollywood so hard he is having trouble catching his breath! Those mitts are MASSIVE DADDY!

Grant: You couldn’t pay me enough to take a hit from Johan and I guarantee you there are plenty of wrestlers in the locker room who are glad it's not them in the ring with Johan! Hollywood continues to try to catch his breath and Johan looks like he wants to end this as he grabs Hollywood for the BLOOD EAGLE!

Hicks: Johan thinks the match is his for the taking and is going to try to put it away here!

Grant: Johan POUNDS Hollywood across the back with a massive forearm and his body convulses in pain! Johan now lifts Hollywood up and is going for the BLOOD EAGLE …. LCM WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF JOHAN’S KNEE!

Hicks: Johan drops Hollywood and clutches his knee in pain! He tries to stand but is having trouble putting weight on that leg …. LCM comes off the top rope with a TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE BY LCM!

Grant: And just like that the momentum changes hands in this Fatal Fourway once again! That's how quickly things can happen in these matches! Johan tries to stand up and is having trouble due to the pain the chop block caused. LCM quickly moves in and catches Johan with a HURRICANRANA!

Hicks: LCM just sent one of the largest men in wrestling flying across the ring with that move! Make sure to include that in the highlight reel later because that was AHHHHHH-MAZING DADDY!

Grant: It definitely was one of the most impressive moves of this match and I guarantee you it is going to be one of the most watched moments on social media later tonight! Johan is down and now LCM quickly goes up to the top rope! He leaps off and hits Johan with an INCREDIBLE FROG SPLASH! LCM hooks the leg and Ellers makes the count! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN SOMEHOW KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: LCM sits up and is clutching his fists in frustration as he can’t believe Johan kicked out of that! And I am right there with him as I thought this was OVER!

Grant: I did as well as that Frog Splash was PERFECT! LCM gets back to his feet and looks at Johan as he starts to rise. LCM doesn’t give him a chance as he leaps up and nails Johan with an AXE KICK to the back of the head! Johan goes face first into the mat and now LCM bounces off the ropes for a ROLLING THUNDER ON JOHAN’S BACK!

Hicks: Another great move! If anyone had any doubts about how dangerous LCM is, those doubts should be gone after watching this!

Grant: Count me as someone who always knew how dangerous he is and if you didn't realize that until now all I can say is where the hell have you been! You may not like his attitude but the man is elite inside that ring! Johan is trying to get up again and LCM is looking to put him away. LCM goes to the ropes and uses them for momentum. He bounces off and CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM! WOW!

Hicks: WHAT A SEQUENCE! Chicago came out of nowhere and caught him for that massive spike slam! He moved so fast LCM didn’t have time to slow down!

Grant: Like we said before you always have to look out of the corner of your eye in a Fatal Fourway as you never know where your opponents will come from! LCM gets up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: Rough landing for LCM and this isn’t going to be any better as Chicago hits him with a LEG DROP! Chicago covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Grant: Chicago pulls LCM by his mask and slugs him in the face with a big right! Another one and LCM’s knees buckle but Chicago is holding him by the mask to make sure he doesn’t fall! Chicago whips him into the ropes and LCM hits. LCM rebounds towards Chicago who catches him with a POP UP POWER BOMB! Great move by Chicago and now he covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Chicago was SO CLOSE to retaining his title but LCM isn’t done yet!

Grant: LCM is a hard man to keep down and Chicago is going to have to dig deeper into his bag of tricks to put him away! Chicago pulls LCM up and is setting him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago …. CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: Great ring awareness by Chicago to see Hollywood coming at him!

Grant: It’s a good thing he did because Hollywood was going full speed! Hollywood gets up and Chicago grabs him for a CHOKE SLAM! Chicago had some force behind that as Hollywood is having trouble getting off the mat!

Hicks: Wrestling is a sport where a split second can make a huge difference! If Chicago was just slightly slower seeing him Hollywood would have wiped him out. Now he is trying to fend off Chicago who is on a roll right now!

Grant: Chicago has taken control of this match and he is ready to end this! Hollywood is getting up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders! He gets a running start and hits the WINDY CITY SLAM! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: That was a THUNDEROUS WINDY CITY SLAM! This might be it!

Grant: Hollywood is down and Chicago goes to make the cover …. LCM WITH A SUPER KICK TO CHICAGO! The champion is rocked and LCM leaps up for a FACE SLAM! Chicago is down and LCM covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: A close call for Chicago and LCM can’t believe it! He goes to follow up but Hollywood has dragged himself over to Chicago and is covering him before LCM can reach him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Grant: LCM and Hollywood both look at each other as if to say what the hell, and that changes quickly to a look that says a light bulb just went on above their heads and they BOTH COVER CHICAGO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I don’t think this is legal, but ELLERS IS COUNTING! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BOWLS INTO BOTH LCM AND HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW!

Hicks: LCM and Hollywood teamed up to try to beat Chicago together but Johan was able to stop them in the nick of time!

Grant: I have no idea who would have been champion had they gotten that pin, but that would have been a problem for them to solve later! But right now they have a real problem in the form of Johan Erikkson who has gathered himself and is ready to take over!

Hicks: That’s a scary thought because Johan is the last person Imma want coming after me! Imma so scared of him I sleep with a nightlight and check under MAHHH bed every night to make sure he’s not hiding under it waiting to eat me DADDY!

Grant: You know what, I actually believe that! Hollywood gets up and Johan blasts him! LCM gets up and Johan gives him the same! Johan is taking turns drilling each of them and he has them backpedaling!

Hicks: He is giving them some big hits and Hollywood and LCM are getting the full force of them!

Grant: Johan grabs Hollywood and hoists him on his shoulders. He now ducks down and comes underneath LCM and HOISTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AS WELL!

Hicks: Johan has both Hollywood and Magnifico on his shoulders! These are not small men! HOW STRONG IS THIS GUY DADDY!

Grant: Johan with an incredible display of strength with BOTH LCM and Hollywood on his shoulders …. DOUBLE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY JOHAN!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Grant: Johan covers Hollywood and gets 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT! Johan now covers LCM and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: He got two near falls on both men but it wasn’t enough …. JOHAN ROLLS LCM ON TOP OF HOLLYWOOD!

Grant: JOHAN IS COVERING BOTH OF THEM! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO THROWS HIS SHOULDER INTO JOHAN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW THAT WAS CLOSE!

Hicks: Johan was seconds away from possibly pinning BOTH LCM and Hollywood at the same time to become the new TCW National Champion, but Chicago made it there just in time to save his title and prevent the three count!

Grant: Chicago with maybe the most important save of his title reign as Johan was INCHES away from becoming winning the National Championship! Chicago pulls Johan up and drops him with a MASSIVE LARIAT! Johan gets up and Chicago comes off the ropes with a FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! Johan gets back up and Chicago drops him with a DOUBLE ARM DDT!

Hicks: Great sequence of moves by Chicago and he covers Johan! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Grant: THAT WAS SO CLOSE! Chicago can’t believe he didn’t get it as he pulled off that Double Arm DDT perfectly! Johan gets up and Chicago with a knife edge chop to the chest! Another one and Johan is backing up from the impact!

Hicks: Chicago hits the ropes for momentum and comes off towards Johan …. Johan catches him and scoops him up for a PUMPHANDLE HALF NELSON DRIVER!

Grant: He got that so fast and this might be it! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Another close call! This match has had a million of them!

Grant: Chicago gets up and Johan hits him with a SPINNING BACK FIST! Another one and Chicago is on wobbly legs! Johan hits the ropes and comes off with THOR’S HAMMER! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: CHICAGO IS DOWN! HE MAY BE DONE!

Grant: Johan covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

Hicks: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! IMMA STUNNED DADDY!

Grant: Johan can’t believe that he didn’t get the three and frustration may be setting in for the massive Swede! Johan grabs Chicago and looks to be ready to try again to end this but LCM JUMPS OFF THE ROPES AND ONTO HIS BACK FOR A SLEEPER HOLD!

Hicks: Hollywood rushes in and begins WHALING on Johan while LCM tries to put him to sleep! Johan is trying to pry LCM’s hands loose while trying to block Hollywood’s punches but that is proving to be too tall of a task for Johan!

Grant: Hollywood is using Johan’s midsection like a punching bag while LCM continues to apply the Sleeper Hold! Johan’s knee is buckling as the punishment seems to be taking its toll on him!

Hicks: LCM is like a rabid, feral animal that got a hold of its prey! Hollywood is working him over like Johan owes him money as once again the numbers game is getting results for them!

Grant: Only one of them can win this match if either of them do but they aren’t concerned about that now as they continue to work together to beat down Johan! He is doing his best to hang on but LCM and Hollywood are tough to face single and as a duo they are even worse! Johan with a DESPERATION shove on Hollywood that knocks him backwards and he trips over his feet!

Hicks: Johan reaches behind his head, grabs LCM by the neck and FLIPS HIM OVER! Johan has broken out of the sleeper hold and is now trying to catch his breath! Hollywood goes back to him and Johan catches him with an UPPERCUT! Hollywood is knocked backwards and now Johan turns towards LCM …. LCM WITH A CODE BREAKER ON JOHAN!

Grant: Johan is rocked and now Hollywood grabs him for the CASTING COUCH! HE GOT IT! Hollywood hooks the leg and makes the cover! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO GRABS LCM AND THROWS HIM INTO HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK THE COUNT!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP ANOTHER CLOSE CALL! Chicago has to really dig deep to keep his title but so far he has been able to thwart all attempts to take the National Championship away from him!

Grant: Chicago grabs LCM and drives him into the mat with a FACE SLAM! Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago who side steps him and takes Hollywood over with a DROP TOE HOLD that sends him HEAD FIRST into LCM’s midsection!

Hicks: Chicago once again with a heads up move to avoid getting blindsided! I think we should check if he has eyes in the back of his head because if he does that means he’s an alien and he shouldn’t be allowed to compete with humans! It’s an unfair advantage DADDY!

Grant: Trust me, if suspicion of being an alien is going to fall on anyone here, it won’t be Chicago! Hollywood gets up and Chicago picks him up for a FALCON ARROW ON TOP OF LCM! Hollywood rolls to the side and Chicago covers LCM! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN PULLS CHICAGO OFF OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR A TWO HANDED CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WHAT A MOVE BY JOHAN AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

Grant: Johan is going for the win and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME! ANOTHER CLOSE CALL!

Hicks: I don’t know how many more of these my heart can take! This is INTENSE!

Grant: I’m sweating while watching this play out myself! Johan picks up Chicago and whips him to the ropes. He comes off and Johan hoists him up for a HUGE SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: That was a brutal landing for Chicago! Let’s not forget the damage he took from that spear from Hollywood earlier! His ribs have to be killing him!

Grant: There’s no doubt about that! Johan pulls Chicago up and looks to be going for BLOOD EAGLE again! Chicago survived the last one but I don’t think he can survive a second one!

Hicks: Not with how banged up his ribs are! If Johan gets this, Chicago is done! No question about it DADDY!

Grant: Johan pulls Chicago up and is going for Blood Eagle …. Chicago blocks it! Johan tries again and again Chicago blocks him!

Hicks: Chicago may be hurting but he isn’t giving up! He’s been able to power through those wounded ribs so far, can he keep it going!

Grant: Johan tries a third time and Chicago raises his head up and blasts Johan in the chin! That stuns him and now Chicago pulls Johan’s legs out from under him and SLINGSHOTS JOHAN INTO THE CORNER!

Hicks: Johan went HEAD FIRST into the top turnbuckle! He’s DAZED!

Grant: Johan stumbles out of the corner and Chicago grabs him for a ROLL UP! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BARELY KICKS OUT OF IT BEFORE THREE!

Hicks: ELLERS HAND WAS ABOUT TO HIT THREE WHEN JOHAN KICKED OUT! YOU CAN’T GET ANY CLOSER THAN THAT, DADDY!

Grant: Johan gets up after the roll up to go after Chicago SLING BLADE! CHICAGO GOT HIM WITH A SLING BLADE!

Hicks: He got him good and now Chicago is going for the WINDY CITY SLAM! He wants to end this now!

Grant: Chicago pulls Johan up off the mat and tries to pick him up for the Windy City Slam …. He grabs his ribs in pain! He tries again and yet again the pain gets to him!

Hicks: I don’t know if his ribs are bruised, cracked or broken but normally Chicago can pick Johan up with no problem and his ribs aren’t cooperating with him!

Grant: Chicago is struggling to get Johan over his shoulder for the Windy City Slam and now both Hollywood and LCM are getting to their feet!

Hicks: Hollywood is the first one up and he sees Chicago trying to get Johan up for the Windy City Slam. He moves towards them to break it up but LCM grabs his arm to stop him!

Grant: What the hell is LCM doing! Why is he stopping Hollywood from going after Chicago!

Hicks: LCM is telling Hollywood he has an idea and to follow his lead! What is he talking about!

Grant: Hollywood is looking at LCM like he’s crazy and now LCM LAYS DOWN on the mat! He now yells at Hollywood to COVER HIM!

Hicks: LCM is laying down for Hollywood to pin! He wants Hollywood to pin him!

Grant: A sneering smile appears on Hollywood’s face as he drops down to cover LCM! Chicago is too tied up with Johan to notice what’s going on!

Hicks: Ellers isn’t and he goes over to make the count!

Grant: Chicago finally notices it as Ellers begins counting as Chicago tries to make it over to stop! 1 …. 2 …. 3! HOLLYWOOD PINS LCM BEFORE CHICAGO CAN BREAK IT UP! HOLLYWOOD IS THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION …. AL HOLLYWOOD!

(Crowd responds with deafening boos)

Grant: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Los Conquistador Magnifico LAID DOWN for Al Hollywood and took the pin while Chicago was tied up with Johan and now AL HOLLYWOOD is the NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION after he and Magnifico came up with a plan to SCAM ALL OF US and all I can say is we should have seen it coming!

Hicks: Yes we should have! It's sneaky! It's underhanded! It’s dirty pool at its worst! That said, it’s NOT ILLEGAL! Like it or not, it is WELL WITHIN THE RULES and Hollywood and Magnifico played all of us for fools and Hollywood is walking out with singles gold for the first time in TCW!

Grant: Hollywood grabs the belt from Ellers and immediately leaves the ring with LCM while an IRATE Chicago is ready to SNAP! The title he worked so hard to win and so hard to defend is gone thanks to an underhanded, yet LEGAL tactic, and some out there will say brilliant and in its own way, it is, from Hollywood and LCM!

Hicks: Chicago is cursing up a blue streak worse than I’ve ever heard him say because he is PISSED!

Grant: Johan isn’t happy either as he is staring daggers through Hollywood and LCM as they celebrate! And believe me they are CELEBRATING as they pulled off what may be the scam of the year and they are PROUD OF IT as their motto is clearly whatever it takes to win!

Hicks: It may be a scam but again it's LEGAL! Say what you want about it but it wasn’t cheating! They took advantage of the situation in the ring and now Hollywood has gold because, quite frankly, he and LCM OUTSMARTED everyone!

Grant: It was definitely a heads up move, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it! Hollywood and LCM are strutting their stuff as they head back to the locker room while Chicago is still cursing up a storm in the ring! Hollywood is holding up the National Championship belt above his head and now the question is will he hold onto it or will he trade it in for a chance to compete for the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning against whoever the TCW World Champion is at that time!

Hicks: That’s a big decision and one he should not make lightly!

Grant: No he shouldn’t, but until he does have to decide Hollywood is going to enjoy this win as he is the new TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

~~~

Grant: This next match will be for the Trinity Tag Team Championship as four teams will vie for this prize.

Hicks: Teams or singles wrestlers that were thrown together by the office?

Grant: Both. Let’s go to the ring.

*Salas: This next match is for the Trinity Tag Team Championship! Introducing first….the team of ZHU WANG, THE HOODED HATSTAND, and THE SAINT!

(All three enter the ring separately to their own music. The fans boo Zhu and The Hooded Hatstand heavily during their entrances while the fans blow the roof off the building when The Saint makes his entrance. All three keep their distance from each other as they enter the ring but taunt each other.)

Grant: The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are already arguing and this match hasn’t even started.

Hicks: Did you really expect the Saint to keep his mouth shut?

Grant: Zhu Wang is telling them to shut up and now both of them are turning their attention to him.

Hicks: Something tells me that this won’t end well.

Grant: Zhu Wang thought he was the leader of the International Exchange, but something tells me that these two partners of his are not receptive to that idea.

*Salas: The next team is the team of SUZAKU, THE DUCHESS, and SAMUEL MANSON!

(They also enter the ring with separate entrances. Manson and Duchess enter the ring in one corner as Suzaku keeps his distance from his partners.)

Hicks: Samuel Manson is the newest member of MI.

Grants: MI?

Hicks: That’s short for Mason International if you’re not aware. This company has big plans for 2026 as they have recently rebranded.

Grant: This is another dysfunctional team as we see The Duchess talking smack to Suzaku who is talking smack to The Keeper and Manson.

Hicks: What a pressure cooker this match is already and we haven’t even started!

Grant: We’re only halfway through the intros!

(Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing https://youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE as the arena darknens to a spotlight. Beauty appears on the stage and points to the rin, laughing, then the guitar hits)

*Salas: Introducing next, MAN MOUNTAIN MARKO, THE BEAST, and DESIRE……THE UNSTABLES!

(The UnStables appear on Tron in red block letters. Beast then Marko appears from the back as Salas makes the intro. They are followed by Desire. The stalk to the ring being led by Beauty. At ringside Beast goes left, Marko goes right and Desire stays center with Beauty. Booth Marko and Beast go over the top rope with ease and Beauty goes under the top rope. They appear at the center for a huge pop, then to there corner for a final strategy with Beauty.)

*Salas: And now, introducing the TCW Trinity Tag Team Champions….CRAZY JENNA and LADY GIANT…..collectively known as THEE STORM…..and their partner, NOVVA!

(NoVVa and Rust Riggle enter the ring as the fans mostly boo them as they make their way to the ring. A nice crowd pop erupts as Thee Storm makes their way to the ring.)

Hicks: Speaking of dysfunctional teams…..

Grant: This is like a powder keg waiting to explode. There are so many people at odds with their own partners in this match, let alone their opponents. Saint and Hatstand, Saint and Zhu Wang. Both Jenna and Lady Giant have had their issues with NoVVa. Suzaku has had issues with Samuel Manson and The Duchess.

Hicks: That’s not to mention the issues between the various teams themselves.

Grant: That’s true. There are people from the Unstables and people from Mason International and we know they’re not friendly.

Hicks: They’re at WAR!

Grant: Something tells me that this match will be a war.

Grant: Patty Poundcake calls for the bell and this Trinity Tag Team Championship bout is underway! The crowd is buzzing, four teams, combustible alliances, and only one fall to decide the gold. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can feel the stakes in the air as the wrestlers size each other up.

Hicks: Oh please, Grant. Half these clowns don’t even belong in the ring. Look at Thee Storm — they’re already glaring at NoVVa like she stole their lunch money. Rust Riggle’s screaming at them to cooperate, but I say let her run wild. She’s the only one in that trio with any brains.

Grant: Desire steps forward to start against Crazy Jenna. Collar‑and‑elbow tie‑up, Desire slips behind with a waistlock, but Jenna counters with a standing switch. Desire rolls through, quick arm drag! The crowd pops for the UnStables’ cohesion. Beauty claps proudly at ringside, rallying her team.

Hicks: Cohesion? Please. Desire’s just showing off, strutting around like she’s auditioning for a music video.

Grant: Jenna kips up, smirks, and fires back with a flying clothesline. Desire ducks, comes back with a hurricanrana that whips Jenna across the ring! Desire follows with a bulldog and the fans eat it up!

Hicks: Disgusting. These people cheer for anything shiny. If she were smart, Jenna would’ve planted her with a piledriver and ended this nonsense.

Grant: Jenna shakes it off, grabs Desire by the hair, and yanks her down hard. Straight jacket suplex! Jenna covers—one, two—but Desire kicks out. Jenna drags Desire to the corner, tags Lady Giant, and the crowd roars at the sight of the powerhouse entering.

Hicks: Finally, some muscle. Lady Giant’s gonna squash Desire like a bug. And if NoVVa gets in there, she’ll finish the job.

Grant: Lady Giant scoops Desire up, inverted atomic drop followed by a massive powerslam. Desire writhes in pain. Lady Giant applies the Giant Bear Trap, squeezing Desire in a crushing bearhug. Desire claws at Lady Giant’s face, desperate to escape, and finally rakes the eyes to break free.

Hicks: Cheap shot! Typical UnStables garbage. They can’t fight fair, can they?

Grant: Desire dives to her corner—tag to Beast! Beast storms in and hits Lady Giant with a clothesline! And another one! He follows with a neck choke, grinding her down. Lady Giant powers out, hits a running knee smash to Beast’s chest, then tries a big boot.

Hicks: Beast caught it! Oh, this is gonna be ugly.

Grant: Beast spins her around, and plants her with a back breaker submission. Lady Giant screams in pain, but Jenna rushes in with an elbow smash to break it up. Thee Storm are fighting tooth and nail, but the UnStables are unified.

Hicks: Unified? More like boring. Give me chaos, Grant. Manson and Duchess know how to stab a partner in the back and smile while they do it.

Grant: The pace is picking up again, Hicks. Desire jumps into the ring for an assist but just barely rolled out of the way of Lady Giant’s big boot, and now she’s scrambling to the corner. Beast wraps his massive hand around Lady Giant’s throat, and plants her with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.

Hicks: Oh come on, Grant. That’s not skill, that’s just brute force. And these fans cheer like he reinvented wrestling. Lady Giant should’ve crushed him with a second knee smash, but she let the moment slip.

Grant: Jenna dives in to save her partner, hitting Beast with a flying clothesline. She follows with a kick to the head, and the crowd roars. But Marko tags himself in, towering over Jenna. He grabs her by the throat—two‑handed chokeslam! Jenna writhes in pain, and Marko hits Lady Giant with a big boot before scooping her up for a thunderous chokeslam.

Hicks: Look at that show of power.

Grant: NoVVa slaps Lady Giant’s back, forcing herself in. Lady Giant looks furious, but NoVVa storms in, superkick! She follows with a mafia kick, and then another! Marko stumbles but doesn’t fall. Rust Riggle is screaming at ringside, demanding NoVVa finish him.

Hicks: Finally, some brains in the ring. NoVVa’s the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, but instead they’re sulking like children.

Grant: Look out! The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are in a heated argument in their corner as Zhu uncharacteristically tries to play the voice of reason?!

Hicks: I never thought I’d say the day where Zhu Wang is the partner that is calm, cool, and collected.

Grant: Saint and The Hatstand have been at odds for quite some time and this will all come to a head later tonight as they face each other in a TLC Match.

Hick: I can’t wait!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess are arguing with Suzaku. Agent White is pleading for teamwork, but Manson just smirks. Duchess tags back in, hitting a flying head scissors on NoVVa, who was exchanging words with Marko. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get in as Duchess continues the assault.

Hicks: And why should they let him in? Suzaku’s dead weight. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep the spotlight on themselves.

Grant: Suzaku slaps Duchess’s back, forcing himself in. The crowd erupts as Suzaku unleashes a barrage of palm strikes on NoVVa, then dropkicks his own partner Manson off the apron! Suzaku follows with a suplex on NoVVa, then a power slam!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for someone to put him back in his place.

Grant: And speaking of chaos, Saint and Hatstand are now brawling on the outside!

Hicks: They could not wait until later tonight!

Grant: Hatstand gouges Saint’s eyes, then rakes his face across the guardrail. Saint retaliates with an inverted piledriver on the outside! Fans scatter as security tries to keep them contained.

Hicks: Zhu Wang is trying to talk some sense into them. He’s yelling at The Saint but the Saint with a kick to the gut and he throws Zhu into the guard rail!

Grant: Back in the ring, Desire runs in as Duchess attempts to interfere and hits a Falling From Grace top rope spear on Duchess! Beast follows with a chokeslam on Suzaku, and Marko hoists him high for another powerbomb. The UnStables are circling, unified, dominant.

Hicks: Oh come on, really? The only reason they’re doing well is that they are the only team that is cohesive!

Grant: The match is spiralling into chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and now Beast is storming back in, grabbing Jenna by the throat for a chokeslam. Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse, but the tags are flying so fast she can’t keep track.

Hicks: Good. Let it be chaos. That’s what makes this fun. You think the fans paid to see clean tags and sportsmanship? No, they want carnage, and the UnStables are giving it to them.

Grant: Marko re‑enters, scooping Lady Giant up for a bearhug and then slams her with a thunderous powerbomb. The ring shakes, and the fans gasp. Jenna dives in, hitting Marko with a superkick, but Desire springboards in with a hurricanrana on Jenna. The pace is frantic.

Hicks: Desire knows how to steal the spotlight. Forget Jenna’s little flips—Desire’s got the crowd eating out of her hand.

Grant: Things are getting out of control on the outside as the Hooded Hatstand is choking the Saint with an electrical cord! Zhu Wang is tapping Hatstand on the shoulder and points to the ring.

Hicks: Hatstand just shoved Zhu and I think he told him to go back to North Korea.

Grant: He’s Chinese!

Hicks: That’s not what Hatstand says!

Grant: The Saint from behind, he puts The Hooded Hatstand in a chokehold, but Hatstand backs him into the guardrail!

Hicks: It looks like Zhu Wang has had enough!

Grant: He hasn’t even entered the match yet!

Hicks: None of the three have entered the match yet!

Grant: Zhu Wang is walking out, abandoning his team.

Hicks: Smart move by Wang. Why waste your time babysitting two maniacs who’d rather kill each other than win gold?

Grant: Is that move supported by his handlers in Mason International?

Hicks: They still have a chance with Manson in the match, but at least he has one partner he can get along with.

Grant: Suzaku gets tagged back in, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes on Beast, then chopping Marko down. The fans are cheering Suzaku on!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. These fans will cheer for anyone who looks like an underdog. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for Manson to stab him in the back again. He’s not even letting Manson into the match. What an egomaniac!

Grant: And speaking of Manson, he blind tags Suzaku, smirking as he stomps away at Beast. Duchess joins him, hitting a spinning heel kick on Lady Giant. Manson and Duchess are working together, but Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, demanding to be let back in. Agent White is pleading for order, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: That’s called strategy, Grant. Suzaku’s a liability. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep him out of the ring. If Suzaku wants to play hero, he can do it after they’ve already won. They don’t care about fan approval, they care about destruction. And right now, they’re destroying everyone in sight.

Grant: Patty Poundcake is struggling to keep order, but the chaos is only escalating. Every team is desperate, every wrestler is throwing everything they’ve got, and the Trinity Tag Team Championship hangs in the balance.

Hicks: Unless your name is The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand! Security was trying to break it up on the outside but there they go again as they brawl down the aisle!

Grant: The aisle and the ring is absolute chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and Beast is dragging himself back to his corner. Marko is pacing like a predator, waiting for another chance to strike, while Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse trying to keep track of who’s legal.

Hicks: And that’s exactly how I like it, Grant. Forget order, forget rules—this is survival. The UnStables thrive in this kind of madness. Look at Marko, he’s practically salivating at the thought of crushing another body.

Grant: That he is. It appears that security is FINALLY taking some control outside the ring and have broken up the fight between Saint and Hooded Hatstand.

Hicks: Are they still in this match?

Grant: I’m not so sure. It appears that security is escorting them out. They do have a TLC match later tonight.

Hicks: NoVVa is looking good! She is the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, not whining like children.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Marko, dropkicking him from behind. She nails him with another kick. She tries to apply a sleeperhold, but Marko powers out, hoisting her up for a two‑handed chokeslam. The ring shakes, and NoVVa rolls to the outside, clutching her neck. Rust Riggle is screaming at her to get back in, but Lady Giant and Jenna are blocking her path.

Hicks: Riggle’s right—NoVVa should be in there finishing the job. Instead, she’s stuck with two jealous partners who’d rather sabotage her than to keep their gold.

Grant: Marko storms in, grabbing Suzaku by the throat for a two‑handed chokeslam. Suzaku counters with a spinning heel kick, staggering the giant. He follows with a hip toss, then a headbutt that rocks Marko. The crowd is on its feet, sensing the momentum shift.

Hicks: And I’m sensing Suzaku’s about to get betrayed again. Manson and Duchess are lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to stab him in the back.

Grant: The match has reached a fever pitch, Hicks. Suzaku just blasted Marko with a spinning heel kick, and the crowd is roaring. He follows with a spinning heel kick on Beast, then a power slam on Desire. Suzaku is on fire, but Manson is lurking on the apron, smirking, waiting for his chance to steal the spotlight.

Hicks: And that’s exactly what he should do. Suzaku’s wasting energy, burning himself out for nothing. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to let him run wild, then swoop in when it matters. That’s how winners operate.

Grant: Duchess tags herself in, cutting Suzaku off. She hits a flying head scissors on Desire, then a spinning heel kick on Beast. She follows with a catapult neck snap on Marko, and the crowd gasps at the impact. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get back in, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: Good. Keep him out. Suzaku’s nothing but dead weight. Manson and Duchess don’t need him, they’re better off without him.

Grant: Meanwhile, Jenna springboards in, catching Duchess with a flying clothesline. She follows with a bronco buster in the corner, then a straight jacket suplex on Manson. Thee Storm are rallying, but NoVVa slaps Jenna’s back, forcing herself in again. The fans boo loudly, and Jenna screams disgust.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Beast, stunning him with a boot to the shin and puts him a chokehold, but Beast backs her into the corner! What impact!

Hicks: He should be disqualified for that!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess shove Suzaku right into the waiting arms of Marko. The giant lifts him high—Triple Powerbomb! The ring shakes, the crowd gasps, and Patty Poundcake drops to count.

Hicks: 1…..2.....3! It’s over!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winners of this match and NEW Trinity Tag Team Champions…THE UNSTABLES!

Grant: The UnStables have done it! Desire, Marko, and Beast reclaim the Trinity Tag Team Championship, unified and unstoppable. Beauty rushes into the ring, celebrating with her team, and the fans are on their feet, cheering wildly.

Hicks: Meanwhile, Jenna and Lady Giant are holding NoVVa back, refusing to let her intervene in their victory celebration. Rust Riggle is losing his mind at ringside, screaming at them. And Suzaku lies broken, abandoned by Manson and Duchess.

Grant: Manson and Duchess sacrificed Suzaku, proving their allegiance. Thee Storm and NoVVa are fractured, Saint and Hatstand are at war, and Zhu Wang has walked out in disgust.

Hicks: What a story told tonight. The UnStables are the champions once again, each member now faced with the choice—trade in their share for a shot at the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning, or keep the Trinity gold.

Grant: For now, Desire, Marko, and Beast can enjoy the holidays as the new TCW Trinity Champions. Unified, strong, and with the fans behind them.

Hicks: TCW just changed tonight, Grant. The UnStables are back on top, Mason International is flexing its power, Thee Storm and NoVVa are imploding, and Saint and Hatstand will settle their score later tonight.

~~~

Grant: Almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion for the Bristol Bulldozer - an UNPRECEDENTED accomplishment, John - but it could all come CRASHING DOWN tonight against a MYSTERY opponent.

*Salas: The following match is for the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. If Bristol Bulldozer wins, he will officially go over 1,000 days as champion!

(HUGE crowd pop!)

*Salas: Introducing first, hailing from Bristol, UK and weighing 440 pounds, here is the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPION - Bristol Bulldozer!!!

(The sounds of machines are heard as the TCW Street Fight Champion makes his way thundering to the ring ready for action.)

Grant: A simple but effective entrance. Bristol is ready to BULLDOZE whoever is in his path.

Hicks: But who will that be?

Grant: We're about to find out!

(The arena goes black while the crowd is buzzing.)

Hicks: Trippy this is!

Grant: Everyone knows Bristol Bulldozer could be moments away from 1,000 days as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Or the guy who made it to 999 days. A milestone almost nobody touches in my lifetime!

(A TOTAL BLACKOUT. A single siren-like synth tone hits. Slow. Droning. Distorted. Smoke rolls across the stage as the video screens glitch between static, scrambled footage of Bristol Bulldozer's past defenses, and a black silhouette. The TCW-tron slams to white noise, then a distorted voice whispers:

“A reign built on survival ends when someone learns how you bleed.”

(The crowd erupts in confusion; as some recognize the cadence, others think it’s a debut. A spotlight snaps on at the top of the stage. A figure stands motionless,tall, hood up, wearing a cracked black-and-silver mask with claw-marks across the mouthpiece. Leather jacket. Fingerless gloves wrapped in barbed-wire tape.

Grant: It’s the hooded figure!

Hicks: This guy has created some real heat!

(In his right hand and a weapon the dented steel chair used in nearly every title defense in hardcore wrestling history! He lifts it slowly, letting the light glint off the dents, and drags it across the metal ramp.)

SCREEEEECH.

(A chilling sound that instantly gets boos. The tron now spells out a phrase in glitching letters:

“WHAT WAS STOLEN WILL BE TAKEN BACK.”

(The masked man walks with slow, predatory confidence, never breaking eye contact with the camera. Every step is deliberate. Every movement is calculated. When he reaches ringside, he stops, raises the chair… and points it directly at the camera.)

Grant: Here we go!

Hicks: It’s on like Alderon daddy!

(The lights snap to blood-red. He stands center before the ring , and the camera zooms tight on his mask. He reaches up and grabs the ropes. He leans in on the ropes from the outside. The hooded figure raises his arms back and then a voice over begins.)

This is his destiny...

This is his place...

This is his time again...

He will CONQUER ALL!!!

("Hall of Fame” by the Script with Will.I.Am hits and the crowd loses its god damn mind.)

(He tears the mask off.)

Grant: IT'S THIEF TAYLOR.

Hicks: He’s back daddy! DOUBLE CATEGORY HALL OF FAMER THIEF TAYLOR IS BACK!

Grant: This is crazy! Thief Taylor is a former Street Fight Champion back in 2005. Literally 20 years ago!

Hicks: I got goosebumps daddy! I’ve been in the ring with him! Someone better call my momma, daddy!

Grant: Thief is a multiple time World Champion and Hall of Famer. He has been all over the world and faced every big name out there!

Hicks: Now he faces the biggest and baddest of them all, momma - Bristol Bulldozer.

Grant: Not your momma.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Bulldozer looks SHOCKED.

Hicks: Imma wonder if he was expecting easy prey like Tom Jennings or Trev Barnhill.

Grant: No such luck for the Street Fight Champion, John. There are no easy matches in TCW and no easy title defences. They lock up, and Bristol IMMEDIATELY snares Thief into a BEARHUG and then takes him down with a BIG SUPLEX.

Hicks: Welcome back to the big leagues, Thief Taylor!

Grant: Bristol Bulldozer does NOT get paid by the hour, John. The Street Fight Champion is going to try to end this as quickly as possible. And the conventional wisdom that the longer the match goes on, the more it favours Thief, that's bollocks. Strength does NOT wane. Thief is going to have to outsmart and outmanoeuvre - note the limey spelling - Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma think Thief will have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Grant: If he does, he better pull them out, because Bulldozer just ROCKED him with MULTIPLE splashes to the BACK.

Hicks: This could be over as quickly as it began, momma!!

Grant: Not your-- WHAT THE HELL??? One of SANTA'S ELVES just jumped into the ring and tossed what appears to be BLACK PEPPER COCAINE in Bulldozer's eyes.

*Elf: It's Christmas dust!!!

Hicks: Imma dun think that's an elf. That's--

Grant: SANTA CLAUS just ran into the ring, and he's now SPANKING his elf. The elf is threatening to kick Santa's arse!

Hicks: That's--

Grant: THE DRIVER is dressed as SANTA CLAUS, and he just put SEAN O on the NAUGHTY LIST for trying to impersonate an ELF and interfere in this bout against Bulldozer, whom he has a well-known vendetta against.

Hicks: Now Santa Driver drags Sean O the elf out of the ring, and--

Grant: Thief Taylor takes a BUMP of the black pepper cocaine residue in the ring - he's a thief after all - and then takes advantage of this distraction with a CLOTHESLINE, FOLLOWED BY A DDT, followed by a cover.

*Ellers: 1...

Grant: Bulldozer THROWS Thief off! It's going to take A LOT more than that, John, to end almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Imma agree with that!!

Grant: Thief goes for a HANGING SUPLEX, but the size and strength advantage of Bulldozer is too much. The Street Fight Champion CRASHES on top of Thief as referee Big John Ellers makes the count.

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Thief with a shoulder up. This won't be a walk in the bloody park for Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma like walks in the park.

Grant: The Street Fight Champion picks up Thief, but the challenger retaliates with several VICIOUS kicks to the knee. Bulldozer hobbles to the ground.

Hicks: TIMBER!

Grant: Thief knocks him backward and locks in a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK. Good strategy to ground the big man.

Hicks: Will it work?

Grant: It's working so far!!!

Hicks: But for how long?

Grant: Good question, John. Thief is struggling just as much as Bulldozer. The Champion's legs are THICK like OAK TREES.

Hicks: Mah teachers used to call me THICK. Imma dun realize it was a compliment.

Grant: It WASN'T, because they were referring to your pea-sized BRAIN.

Hicks: How can mah brain be the size of a pea if it's thick?

Grant: Never mind! BULLDOZER REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: Neither can I!

Grant: Now Taylor is the one writhing in agony. He did NOT expect such a SCIENTIFIC reversal from the MEAT AND POTATOES Bulldozer.

Hicks: You dun get to almost 1,000 days without having some tricks up your sleeves!

Grant: Too right! Thief reaches for the ropes. Can he grab them? And...

Hicks: He does!

Grant: Ellers tells Bristol to break the hold, and he does so gladly.

Hicks: If Imma Thief, Imma be worried about that look on Bristol's face. It's almost feral, like one of them there wild animals Imma would see when Imma would go buck huntin with mah daddy. He would take me and mah brother, Shannan, and mah cousin Matt Willa, and we'd--

Grant: (Interrupting) Thief LEAPS up and gets right in Bulldozer's face. No fear. Only determination.

Hicks: IMMA CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Grant: Thief HOISTS Bulldozer up for the TAYLOR MADE 580, but...

Hicks: Thief's BACK just gave up!!!

Grant: A result of those NASTY splashes to the back he endured from Bulldozer earlier in this match.

Hicks: And now the Champion is primed and ready to counter!

Grant: WRECKING BALL!!! Bulldozer hits the Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: NO! Taylor kicks out!!!

Hicks: Imma in SHOCK.

Grant: Bulldozer does it again... ANOTHER Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Another kick-out!

Hicks: Imma can't believe it!!!

Grant: Bulldozer again... A THIRD WRECKING BALL!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!

Grant: NOT QUITE! ANOTHER kick-out, RIGHT before the 3.

Hicks: The fans are in shock.

Grant: WE'RE in shock.

Hicks: And so is Bulldozer.

Grant: HOW can Taylor stay in? Taylor goes for an eye gouge and NAILS it. Remember, it's legal in a Street Fight.

Hicks: Taylor slowly gets up...

Grant: He thinks this is buying him some time.

Hicks: But LOOK at Bulldozer's face.

Grant: Bulldozer is PISSED OFF! And Taylor has the wind knocked out of him with ANOTHER Wrecking Ball and a cover!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winner of the match, STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion, and will now be the first wrestler EVER to over 1,000 days with ANY Championship - BRISTOL BULLDOZER!!!

Grant: It took not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR Wrecking Balls to put Thief Taylor away. NO ONE has ever brought THAT kind of fight to Bristol Bulldozer over the past almost ONE THOUSAND days. But Bulldozer is STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion. As balloons and confetti fall around him and fireworks go off, the TCW Street Fight Champion acknowledges the fans who are applauding his HARD-FOUGHT victory, grabs the title, and whispers something about trying to find Sean O and KILL him.

Hicks: Sounds about right to me, Daddy.

~~~

EG: And the action just keeps on going at TCW: Resurrection as up next, we have a Triple Threat match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

JH: You said it Grant, no one does PPV like TCW, and we have one heck of a match coming up! Thee Storm of Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna- who LOST the Trinity Tag Titles earlier this evening will hope to go one better against the teams of their now former tag team partner NoVVa and Chip Riggle AND Total Destruction!

EG: You mentioned NoVVa and her relationship with Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna who did not break up the winning pin from the Unstables earlier tonight- and Rust Riggle was NOT happy with the way that went down!

JH: This is a goddamn powder keg, Grant!

EG: I don’t envy Patty Poundcake, not one bit! Let’s go down to Winston Marcello Salas for the introductions!

**DING**DING**DING**

(We hear the ring bell sound three times, as we move from the commentary booth to Salas in the ring.)

WS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

(The fans pop as “The Cis-Tem” by Ryan Cassata blasts over the PA.)

WS: Introducing first are the challengers! Making their way to the ring and accompanied by their manager Tommy Lowe, at a total combined weight of 405lbs…HUNTER MILLS…RICK KANE…TOTAL DESTRUCTION!

(Hunter and Kane jog down the aisle, then enter the ring to a face pop.)

EG: Talk about legacy, the sons of two of the greatest tag team wrestlers in history would like nothing more than to get their hands on the TCW Tag Titles!

WS: And their opponents, accompanied by Rust Riggle, at a total combined weight of 414lbs, NOVVA AND CHIP RIGGLE!

(The fans boo as “Born on the 4th of July” by Tom Paxton plays over the PA. Rust walks down first mouthing various threats to the camera about how Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant are going to pay, whilst Novva looks furious and Chip is assured.)

WS: And their opponents, they are the RAGE Gauntlet and TCW World Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of 395lbs…LADY GIANT…CRAZY JENNA…THEE STORM!

(The arena goes black. Lightning strikes and the thunder BOOMS. Thee Storm walk slowly to the ring. Both women climb to the top of opposite corners they call their lighthouses. They cheer on their fans. Thee Storm climbs down and readies for the match to begin.)

EG: All six competitors in the ring as Rust Riggle, who is STILL incandescent with rage tells Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna he will make it his life’s work to ensure they lose the TCW and RAGE tag titles- of course, the RAGE belts are NOT on the line tonight, this is just for the big ones! And it looks like we will see Crazy Jenna, Chip Riggle, and Rick Kane getting things under way here!

JH: Patty Pound signals the start, and the championship is officially on the line!
EG: Riggle is looking immediately uncomfortable. He wants no part of Rick Kane's intensity.

(Riggle tries to sneak to the corner to tag NoVVa, but Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him back in, following up with a heavy clothesline.)

JH: And that's the attitude of Total Destruction! They are eliminating threats in the most efficient manner possible. Riggle is being physically manhandled!

EG: Jenna is observing, John. She’s not jumping in to save Riggle; she’s waiting for the best moment. She’s too smart to get caught in the middle of that.

(Riggle stumbles up, turning into a sharp forearm from Jenna. Jenna and Kane lock eyes.)

JH: See that? That moment of acknowledgment! Thee Storm and Total Destruction have a common enemy right now: the Riggle camp! They are silently agreeing to take him out of the equation!

EG: It’s a temporary alliance, John, but a smart one. They know Rust Riggle is going to try every dirty trick in the book, and neutralising Chip is the best way forward!

(Kane focuses back on Riggle, tagging in Hunter Mills. Total Destruction isolates Riggle, utilizing quick tags and stomps.)

JH: Total Destruction is running the ropes around the younger Riggle. They are experts at cutting the ring in half and preventing him from getting any momentum.

EG: And now Mills is preventing Jenna from getting involved! He sees her climbing to the top turnbuckle and ruthlessly pulls her down, sending her crashing onto the apron! No temporary alliances in this business!

(Mills and Kane hit a vicious double-team Flapjack on Riggle. Kane covers for the first near fall.)

JH: One! Two! And Jenna dives in to break the pin! She saves Riggle!

EG: She has to, John! If Kane pins Riggle, they lose the belts! She needs to keep Riggle in long enough for her to capitalise. This is high level championship strategy!
JH: Awful rational from someone so crazy, you’d have to say!

(Jenna tags in Lady Giant, who immediately squares up with Rick Kane.)

JHL Here we go! The size and power of the 7 foot, 260lb Lady Giant now enter the fray! This is a different level of physicality now!

EG: She is one of the most imposing forces in professional wrestling, and Kane is accepting the challenge!

(Lady Giant and Rick Kane trade heavy, open handed strikes. Neither gives the other an inch.)

JH: They are just UNLOADING on each other! No flash, just fury! This is what the fans came to see!

EG: Neither Kane or Lady Giant is backing down. Kane's intensity is matched perfectly by LG's raw size. This is a true battle of the titans!

(NoVVa, seeing her chance, tags herself in on the recovering Chip Riggle, much to Rust Riggle's dismay.)

JH: Oh, NoVVa just inserted herself! Rust is upset, but NoVVa knows how to take charge! She immediately meets LG in the centre of the ring!

EG: She's doing what Chip Riggle couldn't! NoVVa is going straight for the champion! She hits a massive shoulder tackle, nearly staggering Lady Giant! Novva now goes high as Kane goes low, and Lady Giant hits the deck!
JH: Another temporary alliance Grant!

(Mills tags in and attempts a double suplex with NoVVa on Lady Giant, but LG reverses it into a huge double-clothesline, flattening both of them. Jenna tags herself in.)

JH: That was a ridiculous feat of strength! A simultaneous clothesline taking out two highly formidable competitors! Lady Giant cleared the runway there and Jenna is the perfect follow up! She's the lightning after the thunder! Total Destruction and NoVVa are both stunned!

(Jenna hits a running dropkick to Mills in the corner, followed by a high knee to NoVVa. She is absolutely fired up.)

EG: Jenna is flying! She has that look in her eye! She knows she must protect these belts because of the opportunity they represent for her down the line!
(Rust Riggle suddenly jumps up on the apron and grabs Patty Pound's arm, causing a distraction. This in turn allows Tommy Lowe to reach up and trip Jenna from behind as Mills reveres an Irish Whip. As Jenna staggers forward, Mills capitalises instantly with a vicious Spinebuster.)

EG: The managers are working in tandem to get their teams over the line! The moment Rust Riggle created a distraction, Tommy Lowe struck! Thee Storm and the fans may not like it, but it’s highly effective! Mills with the cover!

JH: One! Two! NO! Lady Giant makes the save as she crashes down with an Elbow Drop to break up the pin!

EG: LG is everywhere tonight! She is prioritizing the championship over all else. Her focus is laser sharp! This brings in Kane and he and Lady Giant begin to trade blows! Novva is back up and she clocks Mills! And Chip Riggle sees his chance as he puts the boots to Crazy Jenna! We knew this would happen at some point! It's a complete breakdown! Every single person involved is fighting!

JH: Rust Riggle and Tommy Lowe are in each other's faces! They are screaming at each other to stay out of the way!

EG: That is the epitome of the Triple Threat dynamic, John. Everyone is so focused on their own gain, they can't afford to let their temporary enemies win. And the managers are the biggest wild cards!

(Pound is able to restore some order in the ring allowing Chip Riggle to tag in legally, and he immediately sucker punches Mills from behind, then rolls him up.)

EG: 1! 2! Thr..NO! Kane this time breaks up the pin! This match is teetering towards anarchy!

JH: Chip Riggle is the opportunist tonight. He's trying to make good on his father's promise. He's looking to steal the glory while Total Destruction is worn down!

EG: He's banking everything on this moment! That world championship shot is what he lives for. He's desperate!

(Riggle signals it’s time for the Riggle Rocket, but Mills shoves him off into the ropes, where Kane drives a knee into Riggle’s back. Mills drives Chip into the Total D corner where he and Kane immediately begin working Riggle over.)

JH: The veteran execution of Total Destruction! Riggle is trapped in that corner and Mills and Kane are going to town as Rust goes nuts on the outside! And Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna are in no hurry to intervene either!

(Kane tags in legally and slams Chip to the mat, then goes to bounce off the ropes. Novva see this coming and opens the ropes, sending Kane to the outside.)

EG: NoVVa playing the bodyguard role perfectly! She has to keep Chip Riggle alive for Rust Riggle's scheme to work!

(NoVVa grabs Kane, then bounce his head off the ring apron, then accepts the tag from Chip.)

JH: NoVVa covers! One! Two!! And Lady Giant again! She pulls NoVVa off the cover! LG is the brick wall tonight!

EG: The champions are showing why they’ve been so successful- and in this triple threat match they are allowing Novva, Chip and Total D to do their work for them and only intervening when it suits THEIR purposes! Lady Giant with a sidewalk slam on Novva and now Crazy Jenna tags back in! Kane is back up, and he’s mixing it up with Jenna!

(On the outside, Rust reaches into his jacket pocket and gestures at Chip. He then throws a set of brass knuckles towards Chip- but Jenna dives across the ring and intercepts!)

JH: There's the cheating! Rust Riggle trying to hand his son the win! But Jenna with interception…and she slugs Chip as Poundcake has her hands full with Kane and Jenna! Rust is furious…and Tommy Lowe is laughing!

(Mills and Kane shouting at Lowe outside, frustrated by the number of distractions and near falls, tell him to focus.)

EG: Total Destruction is losing their focus! Tommy Lowe is telling them to cool down, but they are hyped up!

JH: If they would just stick to their game plan, they'd be champions! But they've allowed the Riggle chaos to infect their strategy!

(Lady Giant tags in Jenna and locks Kane in a massive Bear Hug, shaking him like a rag doll.)

EG: The champions are setting up the kill! Lady Giant has Kane neutralised! Jenna now has a clear opportunity to deal with Chip, who is seeing stars after that brass knuckles hit!

(Chip Riggle, in a last gasp, hits a low dropkick on Jenna. He signals to his corner.)

JH: Riggle is desperate! He knows this is his final chance!

(Rust Riggle, at this point blinded by rage and focusing only on the champions, jumps onto the apron and tries to pull Jenna's hair, but Chip rushes past, and Rust accidentally trips his own son, sending him sprawling.)

EG: NO! OH MY GOD! It was a miscalculation! Rust’s greed and need to cheat just took out his own son! What a monumental mistake!

JH: The ultimate irony! The father's desperate attempt to secure the win resulted in the son's destruction! You cannot write this kind of bad luck!

(Lady Giant immediately releases Kane, snatches up Chip Riggle, and delivers a devastating Chokeslam.)

EG: Chip Riggle is DONE! The Chokeslam was the exclamation point on his father's blunder!

(LG then barrels into NoVVa, knocking her off the apron, then decks Mills who comes running into the ring, sending him reeling back toward Tommy Lowe and into a heap. Mills and Lowe begin to argue as Mills tries to get back in the fight.)

EG: Mills and Lowe are trying to untangle themselves! They aren't even looking at the ring!

JH: Jenna is in! Total Destruction is completely unaware that the championship is about to be defended!

(Chip somehow gets back to his feet only for Jenna to blast him with her patented version of the DDT.)

EG: OH MY! Chip Riggle’s head damn near punctured the canvas! Jenna with the cover!

JH: One! Two!!

(Rust dives for the ropes and, as the referee's hand hits the mat for the three count, successfully slides Chip Riggle's boot onto the bottom rope.)

JH: THREE!!!! BUT CHIP’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES!

**DING**DING**DING**

WS: Ladies and gentlemen…YOUR WINNERS AND STILL TCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…LADY GIANT AND CRAZY JENNA…TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!!!!

EG: It's over! The bell has rung! Jenna has pinned Chip Riggle! Look at the replay, John! Look at the replay!

JH: The referee missed it! Rust Riggle got the boot on the rope just before the three count! It was an absolute accident, but Rust Riggle's quick thinking was nullified by Patty Pound's positioning!

EG: Total Destruction looks up at the screen and they are aghast! Mills and Kane are now screaming at Tommy Lowe for distracting them from the action in the ring! They let the finish happen because they were too busy arguing!

JH: Controversy reigns supreme! The champions retain the titles, but the fallout from this finish is going to be immense! Chip Riggle's opportunity for Storm Warning is gone, thanks to his own father's misplaced actions and a missed call!

EG: Thee Storm is celebrating, getting out of here fast. They know what they just pulled off. They end the year as dual champions, and now the focus shifts to Crazy Jenna's choice about the TCW World Championship. What a massive match!

JH: And look at Rust Riggle! He is beside himself! He knows he is responsible! This is a devastating end to the year for Chip Riggle and NoVVa! Total Destruction too know that this was a missed opportunity! What a crazy match…and we ain’t got no time to calm down before the next one! TCW Resurrection is ALL GO!

Grant: Up next we have one of the biggest grudge matches in the history of TCW as the man many refer to as THE GOAT of professional wrestling the Saint will take on the man who sees himself as invincible and the true best in the business The Hooded Hatstand in a TLC match that won’t be for the faint of heart.

Hicks: That’s putting it mildly DADDY! Look at all these weapons outside of the ring waiting to be used in this match and you know they WILL be used! These two fellers HATE each other like we Hicks hate proper English and people disrespecting our family jewels!

Grant: I really wish I never heard that! The Saint and Hatstand took part in the Trinity match earlier tonight with Zhu Wang as their partner and to say things did not go well for them would be an understatement as, like many expected, they did not function well as a team and did not win the Trinity tag team titles.

Hicks: Imma shocked DADDY because Dennis Mitchell said they would make a great team!

Grant: You listened to Dennis Mitchell, that’s your problem right there. NEVER listen to Dennis Mitchell. The Saint and Hatstand definitely don’t because they’d sooner destroy each other than have to work with each other. If I had to guess they are both GLAD they didn’t win the Trinity titles because the last thing they would want to do is to have to team with each other again.

Hicks: Imma sad now. I just ordered mahhhself a Saint-Hatstand tag team championship T-Shirt and now it’s worthless!

Grant: If you bought a T-shirt featuring the Saint and Hatstand as a tag team knowing how much they despise each other, you deserve to lose that money. As for the Saint and Hatstand it will not be a surprise to see them both lose a large amount of blood tonight because the violence and mayhem is going to be OFF THE CHAIN! Putting these two in a TLC match is just asking for bloodshed and maiming and you know we will see plenty of that! I can’t wait to get this match started so let’s go to Salas for the announcements!

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR NEXT IS A HIGHLY ANTICIPATED GRUDGE MATCH AND WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER TLC RULES!

(Crowd pops in anticipation)

Salas: Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, from Parts Unknown, he says if he had immunity from prosecution and given an AK-47 he’d be able to improve the state of Michigan in five minutes, here is THE HOODED HATSTAND!

(“Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus starts to play over the PA as the curtain twitches. The Hooded Hatstand suddenly storms through, chest puffed out and hands on hips as the crowd begin to boo deafeningly. The Hooded Hatstand then walks down the aisle, jaw jacking with a few fans, threatening another with the back of his hand and trying to avoid being touched. He enters the ring rolling under the bottom rope before making a beeline for the ref and tells him he’d better call a clean match if he doesn’t want his tires slashed.)

Salas: Introducing his opponent! He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs 265 pounds! He is seen by many as THE GOAT of professional wrestling, an original Hall Of Famer and the longest reigning world champion in history! He is the HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(GOAT by the Cult plays bringing a massive ovation from the fans. A large cross appears on the TCW-TRON and turns into a T, followed by the letters S, A, I and N and spells out SAINT. A large series of pyrotechnic explosions go off leaving a large cloud of smoke behind. The smoke clears and the fans erupt again as the Saint stands in the aisle.

He makes his way to the ring, shaking hands with fans, posing for selfies and signing autographs before entering the ring, staring directly at his opponent.)

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the ring and the hate is palpable between these two. Referee Big John Ellers has a very easy job in this as there are no rules and everything goes so he can just stand back and watch them beat the hell out of each other and count to three when it happens. He could call for a submission too but I don’t see either of these men willingly tapping out to the other.

Hicks: They’d sooner cut their own hands off before they did that! And cut out their tongues as well so they couldn’t say I quit!

Grant: I wouldn’t put it past them. Ellers makes sure both men are ready …. The Saint and Hatstand don’t even wait for the bell as they charge into the centre of the ring and begin beating the hell out of each other! Ellers throws his hands up as if to say why am I even here and calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand didn't waste any time as they are throwing down in the center of the ring! Hatstand fires off a big right and the Saint responds! Another one from Hatstand and another one from the Saint!

Hicks: These two hate each other more than life itself and even that isn't a strong enough descriptor of how much they hate each other!

Grant: Nothing is strong enough to accurately describe it! Hatstand reaches out and catches the Saint in the eye with his thumb! Another eye gouge and now the Saint is reeling as he tries to get his eyes right! Hatstand with a BITCH SLAP and now he drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and drives him into the corner!

Hicks: Hatstand drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and the.Hardcore Holy Roller doubles over! A double axe handle across the back and Hatstand with a KNEE LIFT to the jaw!

Grant: A quick start by Hatstand has the Saint on the defensive as he drives a knee into the Saint's midsection. The Saint drops to a knee and Hatstand screams something about the Saint being past his prime and inferior to him. A knife edge chop by Hatstand and that one echoed through the arena!

Hicks: Hatstand grabs the Saint by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner and SLAMS into the turnbuckles! Hatstand takes a second to gloat over how easy this is going to be and goes to follow up …. The Saint fires out of the corner and nails Hatstand with a SAVAGE CLOTHESLINE!

Grant: Hatstand’s gloating cost him as the Saint took advantage of it and now he has a chance to do some damage. Hatstand gets up and the Saint HEAD BUTTS him in the face and that causes Hatstand's knees to buckle! The Saint throws him into the corner and Hatstand hits the turnbuckles and the Saint follows in with a SPLASH!

Hicks: The Saint grabs Hatstand and sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Hatstand goes flying and moves to get to his feet and the Saint grabs him for a SPINEBUSTER!

Grant: The Saint covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hatstand kicks out! The Saint goes for an early win, but Hatstand kicks out quickly as this match has a long way to go before we have a winner.

Hicks: This could go on all night as these men are two of the most driven and stubborn wrestlers in TCW! They refuse to lose DADDY!

Grant: The Saint pulls Hatstand up off the mat and Hatstand surprises him with a JAWBREAKER! That stuns the Saint and Hatstand grabs him for a SWINGING NECK BREAKER!

Hicks: Hatstand quickly covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out!

Grant: A quick pin attempt by both men tells you how badly they want to win this as the egos in this match are off the chart! Hatstand grabs the Saint by the head and takes his knee down the side of his face! The Saint cringes in pain and Hatstand quickly comes off the ropes with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

Hicks: That rocked the Saint and now Hatstand puts him in a Hammerlock and scoops him up for a HAMMERLOCK BODY SLAM! Hatstand quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a BIG ELBOW SMASH!

Grant: Hatstand covers the Saint again and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out again! Hatstand is going for the quick win as he would love nothing more than to say he beat the Saint quickly to prove his superiority over him. Hatstand pulls the Saint to his feet and hits him with another BITCH SLAP!

Hicks: Hatstand doesn't just want to beat the Saint, he wants to humiliate him while he does it!

Grant: Hatstand isn't known for being a gracious winner as he loves to rub victories into his opponents faces and being able to do it the Saint would be the perfect way to end 2025 for him! Hatstand winds up to hit him with a THIRD BITCH SLAP …. The Saint reaches out and catches Hatstand’s hand!

Hicks: The Saint looks Hatstand right in the eyes and you can see he didn't care for Hatstand trying to embarrass him there!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand's hand and starts BENDING IT BACKWARDS and Hatstand is recoiling in pain! The Saint with a big knee to the gut and that takes Hatstand off of his feet! The Saint now grabs Hatstand and sends him OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! WOW!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP! The Saint sent Hatstand flying there and he landed on the floor in a heap!

Grant: Hatstand with a rough landing outside the ring and now the Saint flings himself over the top rope with a SUICIDE DIVE ONTO HATSTAND!

Hicks: That knocked Hatstand into the security railing! It didn't take long for the fight to spill outside of the ring where all the items needed for a TLC match wait to be used!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and SLAMS his head on the top of the security railing! He does it again and Hatstand stumbles away! The Saint runs up and boots Hatstand in the ribs and he did not hold back on that! He does it again and Hatstand is lifted off the floor!

Hicks: The Saint loves hurting his opponents but he definitely had some extra force in those kicks! He said he would make Hatstand feel pain he's never felt before and he's intent on making good on that promise!

Grant: A THIRD KICK from the Saint and Hatstand is knocked into the ring steps! He uses them to pull himself up and the Saint rushes into follow up …. Hatstand catches him with a DROP TOE HOLD THAT SENDS THE SAINT HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand had enough presence of mind to catch the Saint at the last second to use his momentum against him! The Saint has a nasty collision with the ring steps and now Hatstand has an opportunity to dish out some pain!

Grant: Hatstand immediately grabs the Saint by the hair and SMASHES his head into the steps! He does it again and again AND AGAIN! Hatstand is showing that vicious side of his and there's nothing Ellers can do except watch as there are no rules in this TLC match!

Hicks: Hatstand let's go of the Saint and now reaches for one of the many chairs here at ringside! The Saint is pulling himself up with the ring steps just as Hatstand moves in to BLAST HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR!

Grant: That sounded sickening! The Saint writhes in pain and HATSTAND DOES IT AGAIN! The Saint drops to the floor and now Hatstand holds the chair above his head screaming tonight is the night he vanquishes the Saint for good!

Hicks: The fans are letting him hear it and Hatstand tells the hominids, his words not mine, that he calls the Saint the Aint because he ain't going to be around after tonight!

Grant: I think I saw the Saint cringe again as he doesn't think much of that insult from Hatstand! The Saint is trying to pull himself up and Hatstand jams the end of the chair into his ribs! He does it again and the Saint is feeling the effects!

Hicks: He is no stranger to matches like this, but I don't know if he's ever faced anyone as determined to end him and destroy his legacy like Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand tosses the chair to the floor and now he hauls off with a big right to the Saint! He grabs the Saint with a front face lock and immediately pull him over to the chair where Hatstand DDT’S THE SAINT INTO IT! MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand has been laying into the Saint the last several minutes! I know the Saint has been through matches like this before but I don't know if he's faced anyone coming at him with the intensity of Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand is definitely bringing it tonight and is telling the crowd he is exposing the Saint as a fraudulent, washed up has been! Hatstand might be able to get the three count here if he was inside the ring because they can only win this in the ring, but I don't think he's concerned with getting the win right now, he's enjoying himself and wants to prolong this as much as he can!

Hicks: Hatstand is a mean dude with a mean streak fer can match and he is using it on the Saint right now DADDY!

Grant: Hatstand goes searching for another weapon to use and he comes across a KENDO STICK! He picks it up off the ground and GLEEFULLY SMASHES THE SAINT ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!

Hicks: That left a welt on the Saint’s back!

Grant: Hatstand sees the welt and stops to admire his handiwork before DOING IT AGAIN!

Hicks: This time he drew blood! Hatstand just busted open the Saint's back!

Grant: Hatstand notices the blood and he screams he wants MORE! He turns the Saint around and SMASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE KENDO STICK!

Hicks: THAT BUSTED OPEN THE SAINT'S FOREHEAD! HATSTAND HAS MADE THE SAINT BLEED!

Grant: That he has and Hatstand is doing some sort of happy dance to taunt the Saint and the crowd saying he drew first blood and there is more of it to come! Hatstand winds up and SMASHES HIM AGAIN! The Saint goes down in a heap!

Hicks: I've never seen anyone take it to the Saint like this before! This is unreal DADDY!

Grant: The Saint is clearly in the fight of his career and he needs to do something fast or Hatstand is going to end this very soon! Hatstand comes from behind the Saint and uses the Kendo Stick to CHOKE HIM! HATSTAND IS CHOKING THE SAINT OUT WITH THE.KENDO STICK!

Hicks: The only thing that would make Hatstand happier than pinning the Saint would be to choke him out!

Grant: Hatstand has the Kendo Stick right up against the Saint’s throat and now has turned it into a SLEEPER HOLD with the Kendo Stick! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint pass out here and he just might be doing it!

Hicks: Things aren't looking good for the Saint right now! Hatstand is really taking it to him!

Grant: Hatstand continues to squeeze away and the Saint is desperately trying to find a way out of this! He throws his elbow into Hatstand's midsection! He does it again! That seems to loosen Hatstand's grip but he still has the Saint locked in …. The Saint leans his head forward and then quickly brings backward into Hatstand's face! That seems to take something out of Hatstand and the Saint does it again!

Hicks: Hatstand’s grip has loosened! The Saint is fighting out of it!

Grant: Hatstand tries to tighten his grip again but the Saint begins back-pedalling and DRIVES HATSTAND INTO THE RING POST! He steps forward and then back-pedals again and SMASHES Hatstand into the ring post! Hatstand loses his grip and the Saint grabs him by the head and SNAP MARES Hatstand over! The Saint has fought out of it!

Hicks: Hatstand landed awkwardly and is slowly getting up! The Saint touches his hand to his forehead and sees the blood from the wound Hatstand opened up! The Saint looks at Hatstand SMILES! He's bleeding profusely out of his head and he is SMILING!

Grant: The Saint LOVES that he is bleeding as he LIVES for matches like this! Hatstand is back to his feet and the Saint quickly throws him over his shoulder and LAUNCHES HATSTAND HEAD FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST WITH A SNAKE EYES!

Hicks: MY GOD! He could have broken Hatstand’s neck with that!

Grant: Hatstand stumbles away from the ring post as he got rocked there! He turns towards the Saint who launches himself at Hatstand with a LEAPING KICK TO THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact sent Hatstand HEAD FIRST into the corner of the ring steps …. I see BLOOD! HATSTAND IS BUSTED OPEN!

Grant: There is a small tear in Hatstand's mask where he hit the ring steps and blood is pouring out of it! The Saint lifts one of the protective mats up and exposes the concrete floor underneath it! Saint grabs Hatstand and begins SCRAPING HIS FACE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE CONCRETE!

Hicks: The Saint is showing us that cruel side of his as he is using Hatstand’s face to PAINT the concrete with his own blood!

Grant: The Saint let's go and Hatstand is trying to get back up …. The Saint STOMPS HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE! MY GOD!

Hicks: Now blood is coming out of Hatstand’s sound like a faucet! It's everywhere DADDY!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand by the mask and viciously yanks him to his feet and drills him with a huge right! Another one and Hatstand is on wobbly legs! The Saint now lifts Hatstand up for an Atomic Drop …. THE SAINT RUNS TOWARDS THE RING POST AND RACKS HATSTAND'S MANHOOD INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

Hicks: RIGHT IN THE PLUMS DADDY! THAT'S JUST MEAN!

Grant: That's why the Saint did it! Hatstand may be wearing a mask but the pain in his eyes says everything! The Saint now falls back and DROPS HATSTAND ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE WITH A SIDE SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: The splat Hatstand’s skin made when it hit the concrete was SICK DADDY! SICK I TELL YOU!

Grant: Hatstand who just moments ago had this match under control is now getting BATTERED by one of the best to ever do it! The Saint now looks around at the weapons gathered around the ring and begins throwing them into the ring!

Hicks: Chairs! Lead pipes! Baseball bats! Chains! Everything except the kitchen sink …. Oh wait there's one of those too! You name it I guarantee you it's in the ring! And of course the tables and ladders!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and HURLS him back into the ring. Hatstand rolls to the middle and tries to get back up as the Saint hops on the apron and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF INTO THE RING WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: He wiped him out and Hatstand is down! The Saint goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT!

Grant: Close call for Hatstand but he isn't out of this yet! The Saint goes to follow up …. HATSTAND THROWS POWDER INTO THE SAINT'S EYES! The Saint is blinded and is trying desperately to clean the powder out of his eyes …. HATSTAND KICKS THE SAINT IN THE GROIN! That has to be payback for the ring post!

Hicks: It has to be! That and Hatstand isn't afraid to fight dirty!

Grant: The Saint drops to his knees in agony after that kick to the groin and now Hatstand follows up with a SHINING WIZARD! That drops the Saint to the mat and now Hatstand covers him! 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Close call for the Saint but he isn't done! But he is once again in trouble as Hatstand is in control of the mat. The Saint tries to get up and Hatstand takes a piece of SANDPAPER and starts SCRAPING THE SAINT'S OPEN WOUND WITH IT!

Grant: Hatstand is opening up the wound even deeper than it already was and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to get to the bone! Blood has now turned the Saint’s face into a crimson mask as the blood is streaming into his eyes! Hatstand now has a lead pipe and winds up and BASHES THE SAINT IN THE BACK!

Hicks: The Saint hits the mat and Hatstand is BLUDGEONING him with the lead pipe! Shots to the back, the chest, the legs, the head! Hatstand isn't holding back as he is laying a beating on the Saint!

Grant: The Saint is being PUMMELLED here as Hatstand wants to do more than beat him, he wants to end him!

Hicks: Hatstand tosses the lead pipe aside as he looks for something else …. THE LADDER! Hatstand picks up one of the ladders and SMASHES the Saint with it! He places it on the mat, opens it up and rolls the Saint inside. He closes the ladder on him and now he grabs a chair he uses to SMASH THE LADDER WITH THE SAINT INSIDE OF IT!

Grant: Hatstand is beating the hell out of the ladder with the chair inside of it! Those chair shots sound brutal as Hatstand is laying into him! He blasts him with one final shot and now he pulls the Saint out of it to the middle of the ring. Hatstand goes to the second ladder the Saint brought in and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Hatstand climbs up to the top of the ladder as the Saint lies below …. He can't be doing what I think he's going to do!

Hicks: Hatstand reaches the top and looks down at the Saint …. He IS going to do what you think he's going to do!

Grant: Hatstand positions himself at the top of the ladder, sets himself and LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER WITH A SENTON BOMB ON TOP OF THE SAINT BELOW!

Hicks: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS INSANE!

Grant: Hatstand nailed it and that has to be it for the Saint! Hatstand covers him and we get 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE! HOW DID HE DO THAT!

Hicks: Hatstand is asking himself the same question as he can believe the Saint kicked out of that!

Grant: Hatstand thought that was going to be it but the Saint is still alive and Hatstand can't believe it! He looks around the ring for something to put the Saint and he sees a TABLE!

Hicks: Hatstand’s eyes just lit up like a kid at Christmas and he goes to grab the table! He drags it to the middle of the ring and sets it up right by the ladder!

Grant: Hatstand pulls the Saint up and places him on the ladder. He slugs the Saint a couple of times to keep him from moving and now Hatstand is climbing the ladder again! He wants to use the ladder to put the Saint through the TABLE!

Hicks: If he gets this there is no way the Saint can survive this! Not even the Hardcore Holy Roller can withstand what Hatstand has planned here!

Grant: Hatstand begins climbing and he's moving slower than before as the toll of the match is catching up to him as well. He's almost to the top and Hatstand is having trouble keeping his footing! He almost slipped off the ladder but was able to catch himself!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost to the top of the ladder …. He stops! Why is he stopping!

Grant: There's a look of extreme pain on the Hatstand's face as looks down …. SALAD TONGS? THE SAINT IS UNDERNEATH HATSTAND AND HAS A PAIR OF SALAD TONGS HE IS USING TO DO A TESTICLE SQUEEZE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: The Saint is using the move the move he used to torture his long time rival Daniel Dare with, the man who regained the RAGE World Championship from at Hell's Holiday thanks to Hatstand and now the Saint is using the salad tongs on Hatstand just like he used to do to Dare!

Grant: The Saint yelling at Hatstand this is a reminder of what he did at Hell's Holiday and who he helped steal gold from him! Hatstand was seconds away from potentially a match ending move off of the ladder but his slow movement gave the Saint time to grab the salad tongs and do this PAINFUL MOVE to Hatstand! What I want to know is WHERE THE HELL DID THE SAINT GET SALAD TONGS!

Hicks: Did you actually think the Saint would come into this match without a few surprises in store!

Grant: Good point! If Daniel Dare is watching this I guarantee you he is balled up in the fetal position and is rocking back and forth thanks to the flashbacks this is giving him! As for Hatstand he is practically CATATONIC IN PAIN as the Saint uses those salad tongs to squeeze his manhood into oblivion!

Hicks: The Saint removes the salad tongs from Hatstand’s manhood but not without yanking them like he was trying to rip Hatstand’s junk off first!

Grant: Hatstand is relieved the Saint released the hold as the pain had to be excruciating! He tries to collect himself but the Saint grabs Hatstand and POWER BOMBS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE OFF OF THE LADDER! HOLY CRAP!

Hicks: HOLY SHIT DADDY! HOLY SHIT!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the debris of the broken table and now the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: My God that was CLOSE! I can't believe Hatstand kicked out of that!

Grant: The Saint is shaking his head in disbelief that Hatstand kicked out but he immediately goes right back on the attack as he pulls Hatstand off the mat for a FALL AWAY SLAM INTO THE LADDER!

Hicks: BRUTAL DADDY! Hatstand bent the ladder in half crashing into it! That had to hurt!

Grant: The ladder is a wreck and now the Saint lifts it up and SMASHES Hatstand in the back with it! Hatstand tries to get out from under the ladder to get back to his feet …. THE SAINT WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH A CHAIN!

Hicks: That opened up a gash on Hatstand's back!

Grant: Yes it did and the Saint makes the gash even bigger with a SECOND LASH FROM THE CHAIN! A couple more and Hatstand has been SAVAGELY BEATEN with that chain!

Hicks: Hatstand is writhing in pain as the Saint tosses the chain aside. The Saint reaches into a black bag and pulls out a PIECE OF CONSTRUCTION PAPER? What the hell is he going to do with that!

Grant; I have no idea what he could be thinking …. DEAR GOD THE SAINT JUST SLICED HATSTAND ACROSS HIS WOUNDED BACK WITH THE EDGE OF THE CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Hicks: PAPER CUTS! HE'S GIVING HATSTAND PAPER CUTS WITH THAT CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Grant: The Saint is SLICING Hatstand up with CONSTRUCTION PAPER and that begs the question is there ANYTHING he can't turn into a weapon! The Saint is SLICING Hatstand across his back, his arms …. BETWEEN HIS FINGERS! He is cutting him EVERYWHERE and Hatstand is writhing in pain!

Hicks: The Saint is MEAN AS HELL DADDY!

Grant: You're just figuring that out now? The Saint reaches into the black bag again and pulls out what appears to be a large SALT TABLET?

Hicks: I don't even want to think about what he's going to do here!

Grant: The Saint takes the salt tablet and places it on Hatstand's back. He lifts his foot and STOMPS THE SALT TABLET INTO HATSTAND'S BACK! IT BREAKS INTO PIECES AND THE SAINT IS NOW GRINDING IT INTO HATSTAND'S BACK WITH HIS FOOT!

Hicks: MY GOD! THIS IS SICKENING!

Grant: Hatstand continues to writhe in pain as the Saint grinds the salt into Hatstand's wounds with his foot! The Saint now pulls out a bottle of LEMON JUICE aid is POURING IT INTO HATSTAND'S WOUNDS!

Hicks: This is BARBARIC! CRUELTY FOR THE SAKE OF CRUELTY!

Grant: Yes it is and that's what makes him the Saint! He tosses the bottle aside and STOPS on Hatstand's back and he writhes in agony from the pain! The Saint reaches down and yanks Hatstand up to his feet where he hits him with a RECKONING DAY! Hatstand is down and the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT IN TIME! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: The Saint slams his fist on the mat in frustration because he thought that was it!

Grant; This match means a great deal to both of them and the Saint’s reaction showed how important it is! The Saint pulls Hatstand up and sends him into the ropes. Hatstand rebounds and the Saint catches him with a SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: The impact made Hatstand cringe after the damage the Saint did to his back!

Grant: The Saint used his back like a carving board and Hatstand is going to feel that for a while! Hatstand tries to get but the Saint clobbers him across the back with a forearm bash! Another one and the Saint is WHALING on Hatstand!

Hicks: The Saints hits him with a big knee and I think that caught Hatstand under the jaw! He drops to all fours and the Saint STOMPS ON HATSTAND'S HANDS!

Grant: Hatstand recoils in pain and reflexively stands up …. The Saint boots him in the gut and hits him with a FINAL DESTINATION!

Hicks: That is it! That has to be IT!

Grant: The Saint covers him and here's the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: That might be the closest call we've had all match!

Grant: We've had a ton of them tonight! The Saint apparently is ready to end this as he signals for ABSOLUTION! He grabs Hatstand and lifts him up on his shoulders …. Wait, what's that in Hatstand’s hand ….

Hicks: STAPLE GUN! HATSTAND JUST STAPLED THE SAINT IN THE FACE WITH A STAPLE GUN!

Grant: The Saint drops Hatstand and clutches at his face while Hatstand goes after him with the staple gun! I’d ask how he got that in the ring but at this point I'm done asking questions. I'm just watching!

Hicks: Hatstand is making sure to use EVERY STAPLE in that staple gun as he is stapling the Saint everywhere he can!

Grant: There are staples in the Saint's chest, his shoulders, his legs …. HATSTAND TRIED TO STAPLE THE SAINT'S JUNK! Fortunately for the Saint he was able to avoid that but not the staple RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE!

Hicks: The Saint is covered in staples! He'll never get through a metal detector that way!

Grant: The Saint is trying to pull out the staples in his flesh and Hatstand is slipping a piece of metal into his mask! He goes to the Saint and HEAD BUTTS HM WITH THE PIECE OF METAL!

Hicks: The Saint drops and he might be out! Hatstand covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Grant: Neither of them will stay down! You have to wonder what it is going to take to finish one of them given what they have ensured so far! Hatstand grabs the staple gun and puts several staples into the top of the Saint’s head! He now grabs a chair and places it in the centre of the ring. Hatstand now picks up the Saint and PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE CHAIR!

Hicks: And he had staples in his head when he made impact with the chair! Hatstand is not holding back with his violence tonight!

Grant: Neither of them have! Hatstand angrily boots the Saint in the head and now goes to grab another table from outside the ring. He slides it under the ropes and goes back inside to set it up in the corner and I can only imagine what Hatstand has in mind for this!

Hicks: The Saint is up and Hatstand quickly blasts him with a big right! He slaps on a headlock and DRIVES THE SAINT THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A BULLDOG! WOW!

Grant: The table is DESTROYED and the Saint isn't moving! Hatstand quickly covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME! WOW THAT WAS SO CLOSE!

Hicks: HOW IS THE SAINT HOLDING ON! HOW IS HE STILL KICKING OUT AFTER ALL OF THIS!

Grant: The Saint has been one of the toughest men to beat in the history of wrestling as he has been able to will himself to victory in situations like this! Hatstand can't believe he kicked out and now he picks up a piece of the broken table and BASHES the Saint with it!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost MANIACAL as he batters the Saint with that broken piece of table! He's screaming at the Saint to stay down and to take his vanquishment like a man! Hatstand is LOSING IT!

Grant: These men want to beat each other so badly they are almost losing themselves in the process! Hatstand hits the Saint with the table piece one last time and throws it aside. He is making it clear he feels he has worn the Saint down enough as he is signalling it’s time to end this as he goes for the S.Y.S.F!

Hicks: Hatstand has it on! He has the Saint trapped in the middle of the ring! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint tap out or pass out!

Grant: Hatstand is putting every last bit of strength he has left to try to put the Saint away! The Saint is trying to fight out of it but Hatstand isn’t letting up!

Hicks: The Saint is fighting like hell as he knows if he can’t break this hold the match is over!

Grant: Hatstand is squeezing harder and harder and the Saint is slowing down! His knees are buckling and he’s dropping towards the mat! The Saint is passing out!

Hicks: Hatstand sees this and is cranking up the pressure! He screams at the fans he’s exposed the fraud that is the Saint and he will always be better than him!

Grant: The fans are booing lustfully as Hatstand continues to trash talk the Saint as he is inching closer to victory! Hatstand screams this is a testament to his invincibility …. The Saint takes his thumb and GOUGES Hatstand in the open wound on his forehead that is exposed due to the tear in his mask!!

Hicks: Hatstand growls in pain as the Saint is pushing his thumb as far as he can into the open wound! Blood is pouring out of the wound and Hatstand lets go of the hold to pry the Saint’s thumb out of the wound …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and FLINGS him across the ring and the Saint has broken free of the S.Y.S.F!

Grant: The Saint has escaped but he is feeling the effects of the assault from Hatstand! He rises up to go after Hatstand …. SUPER KICK BY HATSTAND TO THE SAINT! The Saint drops like he was shot and Hatstand covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Even when the Saint found some breathing room Hatstand was able to connect with another big move! The Saint managed to kick out but how much longer can he hold on!

Grant: That’s a good question because even legends like the Saint have their limits! Hatstand has limits as well but right now he still has control of the match and catches the Saint as he strands with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!

Hicks: The Saint goes face down to the mat and now Hatstand grabs his legs for a CALF CRUSHER!

Grant: I’ve never seen Hatstand use this move but in a match like this against your bitter rival and an all-time great, you go deep into your arsenal to get the win! Hatstand has the Saint trapped and you can see the agony on the Saint’s face! He is trying to power out of it but I don’t know if he has the strength left!

Hicks: Hatstand is leaning back as far as he can and he is putting all of his strength into it! He wants to make the Saint tap with the whole world watching!

Grant: The Saint is again trying to power out of the hold but Hatstand has perfect leverage! The Saint looks around for an avenue of escape and he sees a small black bag nearby! The Saint reaches out for it and it’s JUST out of his reach!

Hicks: I have no idea what’s in there but the Saint seems to think it will get him out of the hold! But he has to get it first and it’s too far for him!

Grant: The Saint keeps reaching for it as Hatstand leans back and the pain is unmistakable! The Saint gets his fingertips on it and is trying to move it towards him! Hatstand torques his leg and the Saint growls angrily as pain shoots through his leg!

Hicks: The Saint reaches out again and now he has the very furthest part of his fingertips on it and is starting to pull it towards him!

Grant: The Saint gets the bag and frantically opens it up! He turns the bag over and dumps its contents on the mat under Hatstand’s head …. THUMB TACKS! The Saint just dumped a bunch of THUMB TACKS ON THE MAT!

Hicks: What the hell is going to do with those! He’s still in the Calf Crusher!

Grant: I have no idea but the Saint obviously has a plan! He leans towards Hatstand, grabs him by the throat and BASHES HATSTAND’S HEAD INTO THE THUMB TACKS! He does it again! Again! AND AGAIN!

Hicks: The Saint just turned Hatstand’s head into a PIN CUSHION!

Grant: Hatstand still has the hold on but is feeling the pain from having his head slammed into a pile of thumbtacks! The Saint slams his head into the thumb tacks again and HATSTAND LETS GO! The Saint has escaped the Calf Crusher!

Hicks: There are at least a dozen thumb tacks sticking out of Hatstand’s mask and you know they all pierced his skin!

Grant: I’ve seen thumb tacks used in countless matches throughout the years but never like that! Hatstand gets up and is trying to refocus after getting his head slammed into the mat …. THE SAINT WIPES HATSTAND OUT WITH A SPEAR!

Hicks: He hit Hatstand so hard I’m surprised he’s still in his shoes!

Grant: That was one of the most devastating spears I’ve ever seen and the Saint THROWS himself on top of Hatstand for the cover! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: These men are INHUMAN! Both of them should have taken the three count numerous times tonight but they both still keep going! What is going to take to put one of them away!

Grant: Hatstand is trying to pry himself up off the mat as he must feel like he was hit by a truck! He turns towards the Saint who grabs Hatstand by the throat and hoists him up for a CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WOW! Hatstand bounced at least a foot off the mat! The Saint put all he has left into that!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand again and here’s the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Hicks: This is UNREAL! The Saint won’t stay down! Hatstand won’t stay down! They have beaten the living hell out of each other and have done things to each other that in any other walk of life other than wrestling would land them both in the state penitentiary! But they are both fighting like hell and neither one is giving an inch! This is AWESOME DADDY!

Grant: This is indeed AWESOME and no matter how this match ends neither man is going to be the same after this! The Saint slowly gets to his feet and moves towards Hatstand as he tries to figure out how to finish him off! The Saint reaches down and pulls Hatstand to his feet …. Hatstand has a steel garbage can lid and SMASHES THE SAINT OVER THE HEAD!

Hicks: The Saint drops and Hatstand smashes him AGAIN! Hatstand isn’t done!

Grant: He’s not done but how much does he have left! Hatstand drags the Saint towards the corner and heads to the top rope! He somehow gets to the top and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: Now I have to ask how the hell is the Saint still in this! That would have put away 99 percent of the roster!

Grant: Hatstand grabs his head and is muttering to himself how the hell do I put this man away, a question asked by numerous wrestlers over the years! Hatstand pulls the Saint up and sets him up for a DDT …. The Saint breaks loose and quickly throws Hatstand on his shoulders for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Hicks: The Saint covers Hatstand gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME!

Grant: I can’t believe what I have seen from these two tonight! Lesser wrestlers would have been put away long ago and these two are going move for move!

Hicks: Both of these men have given everything they have and more! This has been a match for the AGES!

Grant: Wrestling fans will be talking about this match for a LONG time after tonight! That’s how incredible this festival of blood and guts has been! The Saint, tired and bruised, goes over to Hatstand and pulls him off the mat …. HATSTAND JUST SPRAYED SOMETHING IN THE SAINT’S FACE!

Hicks: BEAR MACE! HATSTAND USED BEAR MACE!

Grant: Hatstand used bear mace at Hell’s Holiday to cost him the RAGE World Championship against Daniel Dare! Now he’s using it again to try to blind the Saint …. It looks like he only got the Saint in ONE EYE! He got him in one eye which is now completely shut but the Saint still has one eye working! He angrily swings his elbow at Hatstand and connects with him enough to knock him backwards!

Hicks: The Saint stumbles to the corner and starts digging through a pile of weapons that are laying around! Hatstand regains his footing and begins making his way over towards the Saint, bear mace still in tow! He clearly wants to use it again!

Grant: He knows even with just one working eye the Saint is still a threat and he wants to take away any chance of the Saint winning! Hatstand raises the can of bear mace and prepares to spray the Saint again …. The Saint gets up and he has an AXE HANDLE!

Hicks: The Saint’s weapon of choice from years past!

Grant: Hatstand goes to spray the Saint and the Saint swings the axe handle at the car of bear mace and CONNECTS …. HATSTAND ACCIDENTALLY SPRAYS HIMSELF IN THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact from the axe handle caused the bear mace can to turn towards Hatstand as he prepared to spray it! He got himself instead and Hatstand can’t see!

Grant: Hatstand claws at his eyes trying to clear away the bear mace as his eyes have to be burning …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and throws him on his shoulders for ABSOLUTION!

Hicks: HE GOT HIM!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand! 1 …. 2 …. 3! THE SAINT WINS!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE TLC MATCH …. THE HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(Crowd pops)

Grant: WHAT …. A …. MATCH! That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! The Saint prevails over The Hooded Hatstand in one of the wildest, bloodiest, goriest matches I have ever seen! We knew it would be wild coming in given the hatred these two men have for each other, but it exceeded my expectations by a wide margin. Again I say WHAT A MATCH!

Hicks: That was OFF THE HOOK DADDY! These men who hate each other with all of their beings practically tried to KILL each other, and did things to each other that will have people redefine the words cruelty and torture because those definitions don’t do justice to the carnage we just witnessed!

Grant: It absolutely does not! We have seen grudge matches over the years where things we never thought possible took place, and this match might have outdone all of those. But it goes to show that grudge matches make for great matches and these two bitter enemies gave us an absolute BANGER tonight!

Hicks: You will get no argument from me! Matches like this are why I love wrestling!

Grant: Same goes for me! Medical personnel have rushed to the ring and are attending to both the Saint and Hatstand. Both men are going to need serious medical attention after this and neither of them are going to be the same after a life altering encounter like this.

Hicks: Ellers raises the Saint’s hand in victory and he immediately falls onto a stretcher the paramedics brought into the ring. Hatstand is being helped into a stretcher and is immediately being taken to the hospital. The Saint won’t be far behind and they should both be grateful TCW has excellent benefits for its wrestlers!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are going to get good use out of it after tonight! Resurrection has seen some of the most historic matches in TCW take place and we added another one to that list as the Saint defeats The Hooded Hatstand in one of the most barbaric matches I’ve ever called. The fans are giving the Saint a massive ovation as the paramedics wheel him towards the locker room and the Saint holds his arm up in acknowledgement before again collapsing on the stretcher. This match will be a very popular topic on social media tonight and all I can say is, it’s well deserved.

Grant: It’s been a truly wild and unforgettable night and we aren’t finished – not by a long way, because the top two belts in TCW are on the line in consecutive matches. KTK has to defend the Intercontinental belt NOW and then immediately defend the World title. It’s a HUGE ask.

Hicks: It sure is, Daddy, but Imma believer. Imma say she gonna do it. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: I’m FAR from convinced. Both Fir and Lorrenza have fought her many times and know what to expect. You can be sure that they’ve learnt from those experiences.

Hicks: Them there yahoos just ain’t that smart, Daddy. This here’s a Hell's Holiday rematch, you know, what we dun saw for that there TCW World Championship. Miss Kitty dun made that there ‘winner take all’ challenge – and WON!

Grant: That was THEN. It could very well be VERY different this time as she has to defend the top two belts BACK TO BACK. This isn’t an accident. Don’t forget that Lorrenza and Fir WON the right to face her. They are ON FORM and very, VERY determined.

Hicks: Imma real determined too, Daddy – determined that Miss Kitty dun gonna win.

Grant: Let’s pass things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! It will be a Triple Threat Match. Contesting for this prize ARE….

He is a member of the UnStables and is being accompanied by the lovely Desire. He is from London, England and weighs in at 250 lbs. He is the King of Vampires Lucas... Fir!

(Lights go out and a fog starts to roll in as The Devil in Our Wake by Shaman's Harvest plays (https://youtu.be/M__rsfZuytw) as the drums hits Lucas Fir appears onstage to a volley of pyro. Desire comes out next to him)

(Fir and Desire walk to the ring. Fir slides under the ring and gets to his feet as Desire slides in between the middle ropes. She stands in front of Fir and they kiss before they pose for a huge pop)

Salas: AND!

(The lights dim as "Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blares over the P.A. system. As the opening chords play out, the crowd almost instantly reacts with a chorus of cheers. A gold spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, about half way in between the actual curtain and the ring, and the camera shifts back to the ring as Winston Marcello Salas brings the microphone up to his lips.)

Salas: Making his way to the ring, he stands 6'6" tall and weighs in at 265 lbs. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California... he IS "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling", "God's Gift to Wrestling", and "The Main Attraction In The Wrestling Industry"! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "HOT SHOT" SEAN LORRENZA!

("Hot Shot" Sean Lorrenza appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire, which consists of black trunks that have a yellow "SL" logo outlined in red on the crotch and a red "Hot Shot" logo outlined in white on the buttocks, black knee and elbow pads, white wrist tape, and black boots. He is also sporting that famous cocky grin of his. The fans erupt in a sea of cheers again, which causes "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling" to flash a full, bright smile. Sean looks around, taking in the reaction with great pride before strutting down the ramp in a cocky manner and stopping inside the gold spot light. He then smirks once again, looking out into the crowd, before raising his right arm HIGH in the air, causing the reaction to grow louder!

Sean looks around again with another satisfying smirk on his face before proceeding to the ring. He then makes his way up the ring steps, through the ropes, and into the middle of the ring before dropping to one knee. Gold pyrotechnics then explode from all four turnbuckles as Sean extends his arms and holds his head up ever-so-cockily with that nasty grin appearing on his face again.)

Salas: AND your defending champion!

(Matthew Margeson’s `Damage Control' hits. Damage Control (youtube.com
The lights dim. A soft Russian accented voice intones…)
"Combining the elegance of Olde England, the mystery of Mother Russia and the passion of La belle France, we give you the one and only, the inimitable - KITTEN THAT KILLS!"
(A flash of fire and lights, in perfect harmony with the strident, pounding rhythm of her intro music proclaim her arrival. Above her the giant screen displays shots of her in scintillating action.)

Salas: There are cute cats
There are pussy cats
There are even wild cats
...And then... there’s the HELL CAT

And HERE is your very own

K! T! K!
The Kitten That Kills!!!

(The screen displays the >^,^< symbol: white on a black background. KTK stands proudly and confidently taking in the scene. She sets off towards the stage, her gait filled with all the haughty disdain of a prom queen at a nerds' convention. The crowd explode in an avalanche of BOOS, whilst a small cadre of her die hard fans still cheer loudly.
At the ring, she grabs the top rope to vault into the ring. Her gymnastic agility comes to the fore as she spins and rolls in the air to land perfectly on her feet. With her arms flung back and her impressive chest thrust forward, she takes the boos of the crowd as music to her ears.)

Grant: There are no taunting smiles from KTK tonight. She’s all business.

Hicks: Yep, on account of she her favorite belt to defend.

Grant: “Favourite”? I think she’s taken a strong liking to holding the World title, but I get your point; she does hold the record for the longest reign with the Intercontinental, so it clearly means a lot to her.

Hicks: Too darn right it does, Daddy!

Grant: Patty "Poundcake" Pound is our referee. She holds up the belt that KTK reluctantly handed over, passes it to the timekeeper and - calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: Wow, just look at the size differences: Lorrenza is 6’6”, Fir 6’ and KTK just 5’2”!

Hicks: And a half! Don’t forget that there half, Daddy!

Grant: KTK runs and hurls herself at Fir. He sways aside, but she wasn’t trying to hit him – just use him as a fulcrum. She swings around his waist and boots Lorrenza in the ribs!

Hicks: Just look at that there speed. Ain’t no way them other varmints is gonna match that. No sirree, not a dang chance. See that? She ain’t got no time for shakin’ hands! She’s on him like a crazy cat that smelled tuna, Daddy

Grant: And now KTK immediately vaults up onto Lorrenza’s back! Raking the forehead! Lorrenza is shedding blood in the first seconds of the match!

Hicks: Imma tell y’all for a darn FACT - Those claws are illegal in eighteen countries, but not here. No sirree! They sure ain’t – sure as mah name is John, but mah brother’s is Shannan.

Grant: Fir pulls her off, throws her and – NO! She lands on her feet!

Hicks: Dun y’all just hate it when cats do that. Kinda makes physics and all that there science stuff look dumb.

Grant: Right. Says my genius co-commentator.

Hicks: Sure do!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza share a quick nod. Seems like neither wants to take their eyes off KTK. They circle her cautiously, trying to corner her.

Hicks: It’s like tryin’ to trap one of them there house cats on bath day. Y’all gotta be real careful or you end up bleedin’, Daddy and not just a little bit neither.

Grant: KTK fakes left - then darts right! Lorrenza lunges. She slides beneath his arm, pops up behind him - springboard off his back - dropkick to Fir’s knee!

Hicks: She just dun used Sean as gym equipment. That ain’t respectful. Nope, not a bit of it: it’s resourceful! That’s what it is.

Grant: Fir stumbles forward, grabbing at his kneecap. KTK lands light as a feather, turning on a sixpence. Now she’s sprinting for the corner - she scales the turnbuckles like a ladder!

Hicks: She moves faster than my brother Shannan when that there bar tab dun show up.

Grant: Diving crossbody - aimed at both men! They catch her - but she shifts her weight mid-air! KTK backflips over them - lands behind - double dropkick to their backs, sending both men into the ropes!

Hicks: She juked ’em like she was made of rubber bands, Daddy!

Grant: Fir rebounds - tries to clothesline her, but she bends backwards into a Matrix dodge and HE MISSES BY INCHES! She snaps back upright - roundhouse kick - but Fir blocks! Lorrenza swings with a heavy right. KTK ducks. HE HITS FIR!

Hicks: Friendly fire happens, Grant! Not that that matters none in this here match. It’s every honcho for themselves.

Grant: Fir staggers, holding his jaw, but is still on his feet. Lorrenza looks shocked – mostly at KTK’s speed, but KTK has already launched herself. She leaps, grabs Sean’s shoulders - poison-rana! She spikes Lorrenza straight onto his neck!

Hicks: That there’s what happens when you ain’t aware of your kitty cat situation. She just dun turned the big man into a pretzel!

Grant: Lorrenza rolls out to the apron, shaking the cobwebs loose. Fir charges again. KTK sidesteps, guiding him - and he runs shoulder-first into the ring post!

Hicks: You’d think that there vamper would see better in the dark, but nope.

Grant: KTK slides under the bottom rope, avoiding Fir’s collapse. Now she’s perched on the apron - springboard-missile-dropkick to Lorrenza on the outside! The big man crashes into the barricade!

Hicks: That there barricade’s doin’ its best, but it ain’t built for beef like Lorrenza, Daddy..

Grant: KTK whirls back toward the ring. Fir tries to grab her from the canvas. She stomps on his hand, then gracefully flips over him - standing moonsault! She hooks his leg—quick pin attempt—Fir kicks out instantly!

Hicks: Not a chance that early, but she’s a-makin’ him work for every darn breath.

Grant: KTK pops up, frustrated, but here comes Lorrenza again, rushing back into the ring like a freight train - KTK scrambles, jumps, uses Fir’s shoulder as a pivot —spinning heel kick to Lorrenza’s temple! He drops to one knee!

Hicks: She jumped off Lucas like he was part of the dang furniture! She ain’t got her no allies, but she do got her some launch pads, Daddy.

Grant: Fir stands - tries to grab her again, but she grabs HIS arm, swings around his body like a vine, and kicks Lorrenza square in the face mid-spin, knocking Sean flat!

Hicks: That was a double whammy delivered with one gorgeous body! If she gets bored of wrestlin’, Cirque du Soleil is gonna kidnap her. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir finally catches her - he lifts - backbreaker attempt - but KTK slides down his back and rakes the shoulders, drawing blood!

Hicks: Yep, that there’s her Jaguar Drop. Them there claws are out! First blood on Lucas Fir. That vamper ain’t supposed to be doin’ the bleedin’, but that’s what’s a-happenin’, Daddy..

Grant: Fir stumbles forward from the pain. KTK smirks, licking her fingers—not for shock value, but to taunt him. She knows she’s getting into his head.

Hicks: She’s pokin’ the undead bear and them is real sharp pokes alright. Just ask that there vamper.

Grant: Lorrenza, bruised but furious, roars back to his feet—big boot attempt! KTK flips backward—lands ON the ropes—springboards—double dropkick, hitting both men at once! Both crash to the mat—KTK lands in a crouch, breathing hard, eyes wild.

Hicks: That whole sequence was like tryin’ to film a tornado ridin’ a squirrel. I saw it happen but Imma STILL dun fully understand it none.

Grant: The champion stands alone in the centre, both challengers down. The crowd is roaring, - roaring to encourage both Fir and Lorrenza. It’s not troubling KTK. She is smiling now, like chaos is her natural habitat.

Hicks: She’s havin’ the time of her life, Grant. Meanwhile them there varmints, Lorrenza and Fir are bleedin’; bleedin’ real good, Daddy.

Grant: They sure aren’t happy. Again they move, split apart and attempt to - Lorrenza charges! Finally! He gets his hands on KTK. He lifts her clean off the mat in one explosive motion. POWER SLAM! The champion hits hard, her spine folding on impact!

Hicks: That right there can shut down a career! Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy. Heck, that there slam was like the Earth just dun punched her back!

Grant: The crowd gasps—some fans jump to their feet, screaming at KTK to move, more – far more - are chanting for Lorrenza, sensing the shift. That was the first true power hit of the match, and it landed flush.

Hicks: And look! Folks in the front row winced like they took it. Ain’t nobody breathin’ right now.

Grant: Fir is back up, clutching the claw marks on his shoulder—blood streaking down his arm. He looks furious—and humiliated. He charges—running boot aimed at KTK’s head—

Hicks: SHE ROLLS! SHE ROLLS!

Grant: Fir’s heel SMASHES into Lorrenza’s jaw! Teeth in the fourth row!

CROWD: “OOOOOOOH!”

Grant: Just listen to that a mix of cheers and horrified gasps.

Hicks: Fir just dun gave Lorrenza a dental appointment he ain’t booked!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses sideways, clutching his jaw, eyes wide and glassy. Fir realizes the opportunity that’s created immediately—he looks down at his own boot like it has a life of its own and then looks back at KTK. Who springs up - not to run - but to attack the wound.

Hicks: She dun smell blood—LITERALLY. Like a lil’ sexy shark in boots!

Grant: KTK pounces on Fir - double rake down the back! Nails dragging from shoulder to waist—red lines split open in two clean strokes.

Hicks: Heck that ain’t wrestling. That there’s what Imma call artistic violence.

Grant: Fir yells in pain, arching his spine. KTK doesn’t let go. She wraps an arm around his neck—leaning her forehead against his ear - and laughs. The crowd is split and not equally. Some are cheering the spectacle, most are booing the cruelty.

CROWD: “KIT-TEN! KIT-TEN!” vs “YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!”

Hicks: Imma reckon she’s a-gettin’ into his mind, makin’ him feel like prey. Vamper or not, she gonna make him feel real mortal. And that’s a fact, Daddy – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza tries to rise. He’s shaking, drooling blood, jaw possibly dislocated. KTK transitions - rolls Fir into a tight inside cradle!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!!—”

Grant: Fir explodes out at 2.7, nearly flipping KTK over his head. The crowd roars in shock, and delight. Really, she almost stole the match right there!

Hicks: She ain’t a-playin’ none, Hoss. She’ll take a win with claws or math wrestling! Whatever it dun take.

Grant: KTK scrambles upright, but Fir catches her ankle - DRAGS HER DOWN - vicious elbow strike to the mouth! Blood bursts from KTK’s lip.

Hicks: That’s payment, and with plenty of that there interest!

Grant: KTK blinks—blood dripping from her chin. She licks it again—this time slow, staring Fir dead in the eyes. The building changes—crowd noise becomes a wall of energy, feeding her madness.

Hicks: That there ain’t no madness, Daddy. That’s psychological warfare. She’s a-sayin’, “You can’t hurt me—you just dun gone made me stronger.” That’d mess ME up for dang sure.

Grant: Fir, seemingly rattled, or at the sight of the blood, hesitates - and that’s all she needs. She kips up—swings her body—heel kick to Fir’s temple! He drops to a knee!

Hicks: Fir is staggered like he just woke up in the wrong dang house. Or coffin.

Grant: Lorrenza surges back into action. Blood streaking from his mouth and forehead, eyes burning. KTK tries another spinning kick, but Lorrenza catches her mid-air! The crowd explodes!

CROWD: “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!”

Grant: Sean lifts her HIGH - gorilla press - she claws at his forearms, digging deep, drawing thick beads of blood, but Lorrenza refuses to drop her.

Hicks: That there’s toughness what ya’ll just can’t teach! He’s holdin’ a wild animal, Daddy!

Grant: He throws her like a projectile—straight into Fir! KTK’s body collides - and SHE TWISTS mid-flight, turning impact into a dropkick to Fir’s chest! They both hit the mat in a heap!

Hicks: Imma dun understand me the physics of that! She got thrown and chose violence on the way down!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses to a knee—blood pouring—hands shaking. He sees an opportunity—he crawls toward KTK and drapes an arm for the cover!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!! THR’”

Grant: NO! Fir, gasping, breaks the pin with the last ounce of strength he has - pushing Lorrenza off with pure instinct! The crowd is roaring in disbelief!

CROWD: “THIS IS AWESOME!” (clap clap clap-clap-clap)

Hicks: They’re bleedin’, they’re breakin’, and ain’t nobody quittin’. This is why we love this here sport so dang much.

Grant: KTK rolls away, clutching her ribs, smearing blood over her midsection. I’m not sure whose blood anymore. Fir sits up, breathing hard, blood streaking his back. Lorrenza rises last, shaking off pain, but you can clearly see that fury building.

Hicks: Momentum dun gone shifted. In fact Imma say it dun WHIRLED, Daddy!. It’s a storm now, sure as mah name is John, but -

Grant: Three warriors—bleeding, panting—ready to kill or die for the Intercontinental Championship. And the crowd wants MORE. They don’t have to wait. KTK wipes blood from her claws with a slow swipe across her palm—her eyes gleam. She’s smiling through a split lip. She sure likes the taste of chaos.

Hicks: That there’s a grin no dentist wants to see. That’s what Imma reckon. She looks like she’s a-waitin’ for somebody to make a real bad choice, Daddy. Cuz you just KNOW she got the speed to capitalize on it.

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza lock eyes again—both of them bleeding, both of them breathing like bulls in winter air. They don’t need words. They charge as one!

Hicks: That there’s like tag-team telepathy. That ain’t right. This here’s a doggone Triple Threat! But LOOK! We got us two dang mountains rushin’ at one very angry kitten.

Grant: Double shoulder block—KTK cartwheels mid-impact, knees clitting the mat—she flips and lands on her feet AGAIN! The arena erupts—massive groans!

CROWD: “Ooooooh!”

Hicks: How?! I dun swear that there cutie ain’t got no bones. She’s made outta springs and spite. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir shoots in low - sweeping the leg - KTK finally loses equilibrium! She starts to fall - Lorrenza TIMES THE CLOTHESLINE MID-DESCENT - and takes her head off mid-spin! KTK crashes flat - her body sliding across the canvas from the force of that blow.

Hicks: That there’s a flip-to-flop situation, and that flop sure sounded more’n a mite painful.

Grant: KTK lies spread-eagled for half a second, limbs twitching from the impact. The crowd cheers as one, but then she rolls over, coughing blood.

Hicks: That there is the first time somebody made her land anywhere but her dang feet.

Grant: Fir is on her instantly - stomping with measured fury, each boot coming down across her ribs, arms, side. He’s not trying to showboat. He’s trying to end the landing streak and break her confidence.

Hicks: He’s controllin’ the cat. Them there boots is a-keep the claws from a-comin’ out.

Grant: Lorrenza steps behind her, grabs her under both arms - full nelson - lifting her like a rag-doll. KTK’s boots kick and scrape for leverage, claws slicing the air - and then she digs her nails into her own palms just to get blood on her hands.

Hicks: Heck! Imma reckon ah never dun seen that before. She’s a-smearing her OWN blood on his FACE!

Grant: She swings backward, rakes Lorrenza’s forehead with blood-slick claws, reopening and creating fresh wounds! Red sprays across her hair, his chest, the mat! The crowd goes feral—half horrified, half ecstatic.

CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Hicks: That there ain’t just pain—that’s humiliation, Daddy. Nobody wants a smaller opponent wearin’ you like a dang canvas!

Grant: Fir sees Lorrenza falter from the claws. He rushes forward, but KTK kicks the ropes with both boots, uses the tension to snap her body upward. She folds over Lorrenza’s shoulder - and DROPS BEHIND him!

Hicks: Heck! She just shed that Full Nelson like a winter coat!

Grant: KTK sprints - bounces off the ropes – rebounds - SLICING FOREARM across Lorrenza’s bloody brow! He stumbles. Fir tries to catch her. She jumps ONTO Fir’s shoulders – spins - tilt-a-whirl headscissors sending Fir flying straight into Lorrenza!

Hicks: Dang! She makin’ ’em bump into each other like two confused tractors in a corn maze!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza crash into each other, heads colliding; the blood on their faces mixing into a red smear. Both collapse to a knee. KTK senses an opening. It’s like she’s looking at prey animals staggering.

Hicks: This is the dang danger, Daddy. We dun normally see this, but Imma reckon when she dun smell all that there blood, it dun gone tun her into somethin’ real primal-like.

Grant: KTK crawls toward them, slow like a stalking animal. Her movements low, predatory. She grips Lorrenza’s jaw, dragging his face close—and licks the blood from his cheek.

Hicks: THAT THERE’S JUST PLAIN RUDE. Highly psychol-malogical, but rude!

CROWD: “KIT-TEN IS SICK!” (followed by some laughter, but mostly shock, boos and camera flashes.)

Grant: Fir lunges on instinct. He doesn’t care about strategy any more. He just wants to stop the madness – And WIN. He grabs her by the throat. Lifts her - and slams her into the corner turnbuckles so hard the ring posts shake!

Hicks: That right there wasn’t a wrestling move. That was “please stop licking people!” Yep, that’s what Imma reckon.

Grant: Fir throws her forward. Lorrenza catches her in mid-charge - Spinebuster into the mat! KTK arches, stunned, gasping for air, her claws scraping desperately across the canvas.

CROWD: “OOOHHHHHHH!”

Hicks: That there’s the sound of a cat hittin’ the ground and not likin’ it, not a darn bit.

Grant: Lorrenza looks at Fir, not with anger, but with clear purpose. He nods. Fir nods back. The alliance is absolutely, undeniably real now.

Hicks: They done got tired of gettin’ scratched.

Grant: Fir lifts KTK, her limbs limp, blood on her teeth. He’s setting up the IMPALER. The crowd senses the kill and rises. There are thousands of voices screaming together, torn between awe and disbelief.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Hicks: This move has ended a whole bunch of folk, tough, mean and real talented - and KTK, she ain’t even standin’ no more.

Grant: Lorrenza holds her steady. Fir spins her - and DRIVES HER DOWN in a vicious arc! KTK hits so hard her body bounces. Fir rolls away, exhausted, nearly collapsing through the ropes to the apron.

Hicks: Dang Nabbit! This ain’t right. She is plum WRONG, Daddy. She ain’t landin’ on her feet none after that. Ain’t nobody could.

Grant: Lorrenza is already moving. He grabs KTK by the waist – lifting -oh, this looks like the HSD incoming…

Hicks: NOOOO!

Grant: He hits it!

Hicks: And then some!

Grant: Patty’s right there. Sean covers -

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Shoulder up! Somehow KTK managed to get an arm thrown up and that took a shoulder off the mat. She survives, but I’m not sure for how long, because in comes Fir once again. He jumps to land TWO FOOTED on KTK’s stomach, exploding the air out of her. He then bends, pulls him up – INVERTED! POWER BOMB!

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: Fir now drops- with a heavy elbow to the head!

Hicks: That’s on account of him being so SCARED, Daddy. He knows that just a half chance, that’s all – just a HALF CHANCE and Miss Kitty she can turn this around.

Grant: Fir rolls her up. Small Package!

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Lorrenza! He breaks it up with a Twisting Bodypress!

Hicks: Yep, and there weren’t no stopping that, Hombre.

Grant: Bodies scatter. KTK slowly pushes up, shakes her head, dribbling blood, but both Lorrenza and Fir are back to their feet. Fir swings a boot and PUNTS KTK across the ring – towards Sean! She spins, rolls and tumbles, coming to a stop at his feet. He picks her up – easily and – Gutbuster!

Hicks: Mean, but dang smart. Right where Fir dun bash her guts. Course, that there Miss Kitty, she dun got her a core of iron.

Grant: And she’s needing every shred of that strength right now. Lorrenza stamps on her head! He again hauls her up – this time to unsteady feet. Head butt! That sends her spinning away – straight into Fir’s clutches. German Suplex!

Hicks: Powerful, but that sure took a lot out of him.

Grant: And Lorrenza takes advantage. He closes on Fir, bends to grab the ankles – But Fir kicks out!

Hicks: Blocked!

Grant: Caught! Lorenza quickly pulls Fir’s feet high and flips him backwards over the ropes!

Hicks: Darn. That there was one heck of a nasty fall and what with him being all beat up already, that ain’t gonna help matters none.

Grant: But it helps Lorrenza. He steps back and finds KTK has struggled up to all fours, despite her extensive catalogue of injuries.

Hicks: Yep, she’s a whole heap tougher’n she looks, Daddy, sure as mah name is John Hicks!

Grant: Lorrenza stamps down on her hand! Damn! That was a brutal stomp. He may well have BROKEN her hand!

Hicks: Imma guess that’s one way of ensurin’ y’all don’t get scratched to ribbons.

Grant: Sean pulls her up by the hair, swings her around behind him and then DRAGS her over to slam her into the deck!

Hicks: Yeah, but she STILL somehow managed to get them there feet out to break the impact some. Them there reflexes are WAY more’n natural. Ain’t no wonder she dun been the champ ALL DANG YEAR, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza scowls in disappointment. He expected more. He WANTED more. His disdain and hatred of KTK is well documented. So now he pulls her back up and the crowd are chanting again. They can see what’s coming.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Grant: There are some fans groaning, even cringing at what’s happening here, but most – the vast majority – just want to see an end to KTK.

Hicks: That ain’t right, Daddy. Miss Kitty is the BEST darn thing about TCW. That there is a FACT: sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza spins and HITS IT! KTK is DESTROYED! Lorrenza holds both arms high taking in the cheers of the crowd and then DROPS! Heavy Elbow to the head! He’s taking no chances.

Hicks: Coz he knows he can’t! Even a glimmer of a chance is all that Miss Kitty needs and she can turn them there tables on you.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Hicks: What? NO!

Grant: Fir dives back in to tap Lorrenza’s ankle. It wasn’t a big hit, but Sean turned and in turning pulled KTK’s arm up. Fir stands a bit unsteadily, but stands and he’s pointing at KTK and saying something to Lorrenza. Lorrenza’s brow furrows, but that grim expression slowly turns to a sick smile.

Hicks: Huh? That can’t be good.

Grant: Now Fir and Lorrenza grab an arm each and almost carry KTK to a corner. There they wrap her arms into the top rope. They then place her legs behind the bottom rope.

Hicks: Dang it! Ain’t no kicking a-happening now, Daddy.

Grant: Finally, Lorrenza ties the tag cord around her throat!

Hicks: And the referee’s allowing this?

Grant: It’s Triple Threat; anything goes. And just listen to the crowd. They’ve no compunctions about ANY of this.

Grant: But not kicks - PUNCHES! Lucas Fir gives vent to all his frustrations – all the grief that KTK has caused him, the UnStables and especially Desire, he now gets payback for. Blow after blow rains down, snapping her head left and right. Blood sprays! Now her targets the body: ribs and guts. She’s black and blue AND very red. There’s a LOT of blood on KTK right now. Fir staggers back having seemingly punched himself out. Certainly he looks dead on his feet, but KTK looks far, FAR worse. I’m sure she’s unconscious, but honestly, could ANYONE have survived that?

Hicks: Imma reckon not.

Grant: Now Lorrenza steps in and KICKS her savagely right between the legs. A stinging back chop slams into her chest! And again!

Hicks: Dang. Them tits is gonna be swelled up even more after that.

Grant: Lorrenza now rushes in to CRUSH her into the corner. And he’s STILL not done! He grabs the middle ropes either side of her and repeatedly drills a massive shoulder into her chest! And the crowd are counting along.

Hicks: He’s a-going for TEN!

Grant: And gets it! Now he unties her and she face-plants, legs still tucked behind the ropes. Lorrenza drags her away from the ropes. She trails blood as he does. He turns her over and then Schoolgirls her.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!!

Hicks: But here comes that there vamper!

Pound: -THREE!!!”

Grant: Lucas was just too spent to get there in time!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and NEWWWWWW TCW Intercontinental Champion – SEAN LORRENZAAAAAA!!!!

Grant: Sean grins through the pain and blood. He stands, claims his prize and raises it high. Meanwhile Lucas exits to be High Fived by Desire before she helps him to the back. That was a SAVAGE fight and took its toll of everyone, but KTK – she got the worst of it. Lucas played a pivotal role. He was prepared to help Sean just for the chance to pay KTK back for all the misery she’d caused him and his friends. The fans are chanting his name as he heads to the back.

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: To that Sean just grins. It’s NOT a pretty expression, covered as he is in so much blood and that swollen jaw. He doesn’t care. He got what he came for and thrusts the belt high to massive cheers.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: Lorrenza throws his arms wide, basking in the glory.

Hicks: Huh, he couldn’t get the dang job done by himself. He needed that there vamper to help him, or Miss Kitty would STILL be the Intercontinental champion – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza slowly turns taking in the cheers. Now he lowers his arms, looks down at KTK, looks down at his boot and looks back at KTK before looking up at the fans and grinning. He shrugs.

CROWD: “KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT!”

Hicks: Dang! These fans are REALLY out for blood.

Grant: KTK pissed off a LOT of people. And ...what? Listen.

(Over the PA plays A Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It? (Official HD Video)

Grant: Lorrenza points to the fans at the chorus and there’s a chant -

CROWD: “YES YOU CAN!!”

Grant: And Lorrenza gives KTK a parting shot – to the side of the head! And the crowd erupts into cheers. Now, with the belt over his shoulder, Sean exits the ring to more chants.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: He sure knows how to get the fans on board. That then brings up the question – Who will the fans cheer for next? It’s KTK – or what’s left of her – facing Sean O in the main event – WHICH – I have to say looks like being a VERY short lived affair.

Hicks: Yeah, Imma real gutted, Daddy. Just LOOK at poor Miss Kitty. She ain’t yet moved since that there beat down from Hell. How’s she s’posed to defend that there World title in THAT state?

Grant: I concede, it looks all but impossible. She’s barely conscious and has TWO black eyes. One is closed and the other nearly so. If it DOES close, she’ll be blind and have ZERO chance….. as opposed to the minimal chance she currently has. Sean O will never get a better chance than this. KTK has been served to him on a platter.

Hicks: Ain’t THAT the truth, Daddy!

Grant: Well, this promises to be gruesome, but let’s get straight into it and hand things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will be defended by KTK, who – as you can see – is already in the ring.

Grant: And that’s greeted with a mix of Boos and laughter!

Salas: Her challenger...Hailing from the mean streets of Nashua, New Hamsphire; he is the heir to the Nashua Post Office fortune and is, in his own words, the buffest 99 pound "average sized man" in the world. He parties it up like it's still 2013 as he spends all of his free time doing bong hits and scarfing down White Castle. He still needs a high chair to sit at the dinner table because he's too small for a big boy chair, and – accompanied by the Hard Man, himself, The Driver AND Healthy Hardin - he's coming to the ring to kick someone's ass. It’s ......... SEAN O!

(A light shines down on the aisle in the form of a giant marijuana leaf while ‘Because I Got High’ by Afro Man begins to play. The fans begin to jeer and laugh as Sean O, decked out in a T-Shirt that reads "THE CAPTAIN" on the front and "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" on the back. The fans point and laugh at Sean while screaming "MIDGET!" and "DRUGGIE!" at him. This pisses off the average sized bad ass who runs over and swings at the fans, but fails to connect because he's too small to reach over the guard rail. He gives up and heads to the ring. He tries to jump up on the apron but again he is too small to make the leap so instead walking up the ring steps, he makes the timekeeper give him a boost up. People continue to mock him and laugh at him to which he responds by telling them all he'll kick their asses. He then pulls out a bong, lights it up and starts taking hits before the match starts.)

Grant: I don’t believe it. Sean O is so fixated on getting his next fix, he hasn’t even noticed KTK sprawled out, face down, in the middle of the ring.

Salas: And your referee for this match – Patty “Poundcake” Pound!

Grant: Patty is looking confused – more confused than I think I’ve ever seen her. The champion is barely conscious and the challenger is off his head! So much for the Main Event being special. This is a complete disaster!

Hicks: Hey! Let’s not go getting all carried away and then some. Just look what we DO have.

Grant: And what’s that exactly?

Hicks: A mighty fine view of Miss Kitty’s perfect ass!

Grant: Oh, like we haven’t seen it EVERY time she shows up?

Hicks: Y’all just can’t get enough of a good thing. That’s what Imma say, Daddy.

Grant: Now Patty just shrugs and calls for the bell. Seems like she might be good for an early finish.

**DING**DING**

Grant: So here we go. Or not. Sean O is in absolutely no rush. In fact he’s telling Patty to just lie down so her can PIN her ass, because HE’S the Captain and she’s …. REALLY let herself go. Ugh! He thinks Patty is KTK! Matters aren’t helped by Hardin offering Patty some ‘healthy’ slimming aids. The Driver simply shakes his head in disbelief or resignation – or maybe both. Every time you think Sean O has hit an all time low, he finds a new one.

Hicks: Well, that there ref ain’t putting up with no nonsense. That’s for sure. She’s a-pointing to KTK and telling that there vertically challenged druggie who his opponent REALLY is.

Grant: So, now Sean O does a double take. Make that three. He’s looking from Patty to KTK and back. He steps towards Patty, blinking, looks like he’s trying to understand the stripes, but is too stoned. Oh wait, now he nods and stumbles over to KTK. He bends over and – ugh.

Hicks: Gropes her ass! Darn it! Imma wanted that there job.

Grant: Hardin tells Sean O to ‘Kick her ass!’. That seems to wake him up – somewhat. Oh dear, yes he ‘wakes up’ enough to turn to Patty and harrangue HER. He’s claiming it’s INHUMANE to make him work under these conditions.

Hicks: What conditions?

Grant: He’s claiming that KTK stinks worse than week old fish!

Hicks; Imma dun smell nothing like that, Daddy.

Grant: No, neither does Patty, nor anyone else. It’s clearly Sean O’s overstimulated imagination. Basically, he’s still got so many drugs in his system that he’s hallucinating. I’m pretty sure that’ll be because of all the acid.

Hicks: Imma dun like that there acid none, Daddy. It burns!

Grant: Not THAT acid, you moron! The drug ‘acid’.

Hicks: Oh. That. Nope, got no time for that neither. Dun wanna besmirch the good family name.

Grant: The Hicks good name. Right. Anyway, Patty is telling Sean in no uncertain terms to shut up and get on with it, which naturally goes down like a lead balloon.

Hicks: Ha! He’s a-telling her that no one gives the order excepting the Captain – and that’s him.

Grant: All this arguing and prevarication though, it’s giving KTK time to recover; at least, as best she can. Looking at the state she’s in, I think it will take several WEEKS for her to recover from this.

Hicks: No way, Daddy! Miss Kitty, she’s one of them there Reverends. She can recover real fast.

Grant: REVENANTS, not Reverends! And that’s only what she CLAIMS. There’s never been any unequivocal proof. Still, you have to concede that she IS way tougher than she looks AND yes, she does indeed recover quickly, but that’s academic as right now she’s stuck in the ring, having been battered black and blue and RED. She’s been absolutely brutalised; so I doubt she’ll be recovering much, if at all.

Hicks: Imma still got me some of that there faith, Daddy. Miss Kitty gonna somehow pull herself together and – oh! Maybe not.

Grant: Sean O suddenly stops, jerks upright, eyes wide and holds up a single, cautionary finger.

Hicks: Looks like he dun had him an idea, Hoss.

Grant: That’s exactly what it looks like. He turns to point to The Driver and yells at him to “Watch this, Fatty!” He then turns, holds his big nose.

Hicks: Yep, that there sure is a mighty big hooter. Sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Sean O stomps over to KTK, like some petulant child; which looks all the more ridiculous because he’s holding his nose with one hand. He walks up behind KTK, stoops and grabs the back of her thong. Now he stands on her back and leans back to pull on that latex as hard as he can!

Hicks: He’s a giving her a dang wedgie!

Grant: Wedgie? He’s trying to split her in TWO! KTK shouts out in pain and Sean O gleefully releases the thong. It snaps back loudly slapping into her flesh. KTK twists and that forces Sean O to get off her back – but he immediately steps around to start – KICKING HER ARSE! He is stomping and literally kicking KTKs bare bottom. She’s doing her best to crawl away, but Sean O is easily keeping pace and kicking her butt repeatedly!

Hicks: Dang it! We ain’t never gonna hear the end of this now.

Grant: ONLY if he can actually remember doing it and that’s far from being a given. Oh no. Now Sean O STANDS on KTK’s butt and again grabs that thong. He’s released the hold on his nose and is waving that hand in the air like he’s a rodeo rider! He’s jumping on KTK’s butt! He’s stamping. He’s pulling on that thong – which must surely snap any second.

Hicks: He’s a-hollerin’ too, Daddy. It’s a bit squeaky, but otherwise that weren’t a completely pathetic effort at a YEEE-HA!

Grant: And the Driver just slowly shakes his head in disbelief. NO! It SNAPS! KTK’s thong has snapped and Sean O falls backwards to smack down hard on his arse! He looks between KTK’s legs and - screams! Sean O scrambles rapidly backwards on all fours and then turns to run! He runs and starts to climb up the referee!

Hicks: He’s a-gibbering, all incoherent-like. Imma dun understand a word he’s a-saying, daddy.

Grant: Hold on, He’s speaking less rapidly now and “CRABS!” Sean O is screaming that the crabs are out to get him – literally OUT of KTK’s pussy: THOUSANDS of them! He’s terrified that the swarm will eat him alive!

Hicks: But Imma dun see no crabs.

Grant: Because there AREN’T ANY! Sean O is still hallucinating. Patty peels Sean O off her and he immediately runs to his corner and ascends the ropes to get his feet off the floor. The Driver is now laughing and laughing hard.

Hicks: Never mind that, Miss Kitty’s a-getting up! Well, sorta. She gotten to all fours now, but that’s a real positive.

Grant: Yes, despite the carnage heaped upon her she’s refusing to give up. Ugh, but Sean O is screaming at her to put the thong back on because the crabs – the flesh-eating, killer carbs – are STILL pouring out of her.

Hicks: Well, that ain’t a-happening, daddy, on account of HIM dun breaking that there thong.

Grant: Healthy Hardin is trying to calm him and offers him a fat roll up. Sean O snaps his head around to look at the joint, then back to the “killer crabs”, then back to the joint. He snatches it, lights it up and smokes rapidly, taking big lungful after big lungful. And...that actually seems to calm him down. He now smiles; a really stupid grin and takes another huge hit.

Hicks: Whoa! Look at THAT!

Grant: KTK actually stands. She’s unsteady, but IS standing. She staggers over to Sean O, who is simply perched on the top ropes grinning like an idiot. She steps in, grabs him by the throat and pulls.

Hicks: Faceslam! That here huge nose dun broke his fall though.

Grant: And blood sprays all around!

Hicks: It sure amuses these here fans though.

Grant: KTK almost falls as she steps back and then DOES! She drops, hitting an elbow to the back of Sean’s head!

Hicks: I think he dun gone swallowed that there spliff, Daddy.

Grant: And… nothing. KTK seems spent from that effort and Sean O seems completely dazed. Patty looks from one to the other looking for signs of life. And….

Hicks: Miss Kitty! She’s a-rolling Short Stacks over!

Grant: he’s now on his back and – oh. It looks like he has a broken nose and mouthful of tobacco and cannabis! Actually, I reserve judgement on the nose. It was a messy, ugly thing to start with; so it’s hard to tell if it actually IS broken.

Hicks: Miss Kitty’s a-covering him. Imma KNEW she could do it!

Pound: ONE! -

Grant: Hold on. LOOK! Coming quickly down to the ring – it’s -

Hicks: Rust and NoVVa!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Rust is immediately accosting Patty, demanding that she disqualify KTK for “Outraging Public Decency”, despite the fact that wasn’t her fault. Sean O stripped her of the thong. Patty turns to tell Rust that and NoVVa leans into the ring, grabs an ankle and DRAGS KTK off Sean O and out under the ropes!

Hicks: Dang! That can’t be good.

Grant: It isn’t! NoVVa has zero love for KTK and boy does it show. She slugs KTK in the stomach, then hits a European Uppercut! KTK is in no condition to defend herself. NoVVa then plants a wicked headbutt!

Hicks: Not the nose! She’s got such a cute little, button nose.

Grant: That’s now pouring blood. Now NoVVa delivers a stinging Bitch Slap! That pitches KTK along the side of the apron – which seems to be the only thing holding her up. But not now! NoVVa grabs KTK, wraps her up and – POWERBOMB, into the concrete floor!

Hicks: Well, that ain’t right. Reckon Imma gone lodge me one of them there Oh-ficial complaints, Daddy.

Grant: You do that. Right now though NoVVa scoops up a seemingly unconscious KTK and rolls her back into the ring. She nods to Rust. He waves an admonishing finger at Patty and parts with an “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” As soon as he turn his back to Patty he smiles broadly. NoVVa rejoins him and they high five before heading back up the ramp.

Hicks: And now that there Munchkin is a-getting back to his feet.

Grant: Yes, he pulls the remains of the joint from his mouth and blinks at it in wonder. Looks like he thinks it his smoke that packed the punch and NOT his opponent. Seriously, I doubt if Sean O knows whether it’s Christmas or Easter. He now turns to Hardin and holds up the remains of the spliff to ask for another! Hardin tells him that he can have one AFTER he’s kicked KTK’s ass – again. Sean O turns to see KTK sprawled out on her back.

Hicks: This dun look none too good for poor Miss Kitty.

Grant: Sean O waddles uncertainly – like a drunkard – over to KTK and drops clumsily to his knees. He looks down on the extremely battered blonde and ….shrugs. He drops forward to make the pin, resting his head on her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Huh, seems like that’s enough of a pin for that there Ref.

Grant: Likely she’s just had enough and wants this to simply end.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Looks like we have a NEW World Champi’ – NO! What the? Sean O just sat up! He had KTK dead to rights and sat up!

Hicks: Well, if that dun beat all!

Grant: Hardin is looking at him incredulously. Now she’s asking WHY. Why didn’t he pin her?

Hicks: What’s the little feller saying?

Grant: Ugh. He’s claiming he couldn’t pin KTK because her HARD, SILICONE TITS were too painful to lie on! That has The Driver in even more stitches.

Hicks: But them there tits is all Nature’s own work, Daddy!

Grant: It seems like you aren’t the only one calling Sean O’s assertions into question. Sean O angrily stands as the fans are mocking him – telling him he’s too short to actually reach ANY breasts. Sean stomps his foot angrily, although it really DOES make him seem like a toddler having a tantrum. Now he’s telling Hardin, The Driver, The referee and anyone who will listen to his nonsense that he’ll PROVE IT. He bends over and PULLS KTK’s HALTER TOP OFF!

Hicks: YEEEEE-HAAA! Imma join with these fans and celebrate the liberation of them there hooters, Daddy!

Grant: And now Sean O straddles KTK and starts to pull, push and generally grope her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Imma reckon you’re right. That there ref is real keen on this here match a-finishing and finishing real soon.

Grant: Actually, Sean O IS technically pinning her, but what a way to lose the World title – being groped.

Pound: TWO!!

Hicks: Imma dun like it, daddy, but these here fans are laughing and loving it.

Pound: THR’- NOOO!

Grant: KTK shoots up a hand. Palm strike, right under the chin! Sean O is ejected and she gets a shoulder up!

Hicks: Sean dun fall back. Miss Kitty, she rolls over and now she’s a sitting on HIM and DANG! Just LOOK at them there claws go to work!

Grant: She’s raking his face and shredding his clothes! Just LOOK at all those cuts! Now she agin slams a Palm Strike down – onto his head! That slams his skull into the mat and Sean O seems out of it!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: Come on, Miss Kitty, y’all can do it!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Despite all her many, MANY injuries KTK has fought through all the pain and humiliation and is about to RETAIN!

Pound: THRE’!!

Grant: NO!!! A plastic bottle of cola just hit Patty! Oh, and look who’s back and doing his OSCAR award winning show of innocence.

Hicks: That’s Rust Riggle! Imma know that, Daddy.

Grant: Yeah, he points at some startled fan claims that THEY DID IT! Oh, and he adds that as it was “external interference”, KTK should be DISQUALIFIED!

Hicks: Imma dun reckon Patty’s real convinced of that and she jut gone told Rust that she don’t want to see him ringside no more.

Grant: Again, Rust with the theactrics. He’s giving her the most innocent and affronted expression you could ever hope to see and while that’s happening – CHIP RIGGLE slides into the ring behind Patty and KTK!

Hicks: Now them two ain’t got a shred of love for each other!

Grant: Matters aren’t helped by the fact that Chip did NOT have the most successful of nights. Chip runs, he slides! He snaps out a kick to the back of head! She pitches forward – right into the ropes!

Hicks: No! Her throat landed right on that there bottom rope!

Grant: And Chip is swiftly up to walk up her back. He places one boot between her shoulder blades and the other on the back other head as he holds the top rope!

Hicks: And now he’s a bouncing up and down!

Grant: Just look at KTK’s face – she’s gone PURPLE! Rust continues to argue with Patty as Chip now peels a gasping KTK off the ropes. He rams a knee into her face and then drops her onto her back where he stamps on her already badly abused tits and -

Hicks: Twisting Boot Scrape!

Grant: Chip wipes his feet on her and then picks up Dean o. He sits Sean down on KTK’s face! And now, now he exits. Rust gives his son a thumbs up and proudly hugs the young man’s shoulders as they walk up the ramp. Patty turns to see Sean O sitting on KTK’s head.

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: This here’s a whole dang conspiracy! That’s what Imma say. It ain’t it. Course, Imma not complaining about her being mostly nekkid, Daddy.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: And Sean O bolts up screaming blue murder!

Hicks: She dun BIT him!

Grant: Sean O is remonstrating vehemently with Patty – instead of covering a barely conscious KTK. I think she bit him on instinct. She was desperate for air. Oh and just LOOK at that wicked red rash across her throat. That’s a nasty rope burn is that.

Hicks: Seems Sean O is now super mad. He’s asking The Driver why he’s just stood there laughing when he should be moving his FAT, lazy ass and stopping KTK from cheating – because that’s the ONLY reason she hasn’t already lost.

Grant: And The Driver gives a hard shake of that hard head. Even after all this times he still finds it hard to believe just how divorced from reality Sean O is. Hardin isn’t helping matters by questioning Patty’s integrity – wanting to know HOW she hasn’t already awarded the win to Sean O.

Hicks: Hey! That ain’t right – look! It’s that there Thief Taylor. Why’s he a-coming down.

Grant: I don’t know, but something tells me it isn’t to congratulate KTK. Thief only has ONE TARGET and that’s the top belt – wherever he goes. Currently KTK holds it; so she’s in his sights. KTK is still struggling to breathe, but that doesn’t phase Thief on e bit. He walks up to the ring and reaches in to drag her out by the hair! He shakes his head and tells her that this is a good day for her compared to what’s coming. He then rams her head into the apron! Bellringer! Now he drags her across his broad shoulders and ascends the steps. He climbs the ropes and tells the ref that he found this piece of shit trying to sneak away. He then lifts her – Gorilla Press Slam – FROM THE TOP ROPE! KTK BOUNCES! She is TOTALLY DESTROYED! Thief pauses and holds up one finger high, declaring himself Number One. He then climbs down and exits to great chants and cheers.

Crowd: THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!

Grant: really, I don’t see how this can get any worse for KTK. Oh, wait, I spoke too soon. Sean O walks over and kicks her solidly between the legs! He tells her that’ll stop the crabs from getting out. Hardin shouts that he should pin her. Sean turns and asks her what she said and why has she got a mini helicopter flying around her head. He’s lost it – not that he ever really had it tonight.

Hicks: More of them there hallucinations?

Grant: For sure, but he only needs a short lucid moment and he will win this, because it seems that KTK has an almost endless list of enemies just waiting to destroy her. Speaking of.

Hicks: Here comes Desire! Oh man, she sure looks great in all that there scarlet latex.

Grant: I doubt that KTK would agree – if she could even see that far. She seems to be fighting purely on instinct. I doubt that it’s going to be enough. Hardin I continuing to monopolise the ref’s attention, asking WHY it falls to the likes of Thief Taylor to stop KTK fleeing. And that – if Patty did her job properly all these other “concerned citizens” wouldn’t feel the need to interfere.

Hicks: Desire looks at KTK and dang – that is not a pleasant smile.

Grant: She’s telling KTK that payback is a bitch and that she’s brought all this on herself. She now ties KTK’s hair around the bottom rope!

Hicks: Them’s real skilful fingers, Daddy. She just dun wave her hair into a braid around that there rope!

Grant: KTK is going nowhere. Desire turns to leave, but NO! She turns back to slam a Hammerfist down onto KTK’s bad hand!

Hicks: That here was just plain EVIL. That’s what Imma say.

Grant: Well, it seems that you’re alone in that viewpoint as the fans felt that KTK deserved it – and everything else. Desire is getting cheered as she exits.

Crowd: DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE!

Grant: All that noise catches Sean O’s attention and he freaks out! He points at Desire and demands to know WHERE that giant hornet came from!

Hicks: Seems like that there Oompa Lumpa is in a whole different world, Daddy.

Grant: Which is the ONLY reason why KTK hasn’t already lost this match, but like I said, with her now being tied to the bottom rope, she’s going nowhere fast and Sean O only needs a moment of sanity.

Hicks: How long we got?

Grant: that’s a good question, but so is: how long does KTK have? She was in a bad state at the start of this match and it’s only got worse – FAR worse. Oh, and matters are NOT going to be helped by HIM!

Hicks: Hey, that’s Ricky Chicago!

Grant: It sure is. And HE most certainly has NO LOVE AT ALL for KTK. She’s made his life – if not exactly Hell – pretty damn miserable.

Hicks: He deserved it.

Grant: No, he didn’t.

Hicks: He sure did!

Grant: Look, I’m not going to try to use LOGIC on you. Instead I’ll focus on Ricky’s actions. As Hardin continues to argue with Patty and Sean O dances around the ring, pretending to be … well, possibly that’s a bumblebee. Let’s just go with that for now…. The Driver is almost curled up with laughter. Ricky gets ringside and pulls KTK under the ropes onto the apron. She weakly flails at him using her good hand to scratch his arm. He pays that little heed and grabs that wrist. Holding it he grabs the other and pulls both behind her into a double backhammer. Now he grabs the broken thong from the mat and TIES her wrists together – BEHIND HER BACK!

Hicks: Dang.

Grant: The fans LOVE IT. Now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E-Zrg9CB_Q is playing over the PA and the fans are chanting and singing!

Crowd: GO RICKY! GO RICKY!

Grant: Ricky slaps her butt and then shoves KTK back fully intro the ring. He then turns and calmly leaves.

Hicks: That sure ain’t right, Daddy. How’s she supposed to go and win NOW?

Grant: That’s the whole idea. She’s NOT. Oh, and now Sean O has stopped pretending he’s a bee – or whatever that was – he freezes in place and just LOOKS at KTK. Now he turns and moves as if in treacle, Seriously it’s like watching the Bionic Man as he’s in slow motion! It doesn’t matter as I’m not at all sure that KTK can even see him coming. Finally he gets to her and tells her that she has the HONOUR to be pinned by her CAPTAIN, even though she definitely doesn’t deserve it, being a filthy skank whore who harbours innumerable flesh eating crabs. Oh, but the lecture alerts KTK to where he is and she kicks a leg up! That catches the side of his head and pitches him into the ropes. The vibrations through the ropes alert her and she brings up BOTH feet to kick him – UP THE ARSE! He goes THROUGH the ropes!

Hicks: Wow, Imma real impressed with that there move, Daddy.

Grant: I don’t know where she found the energy from, but using it has left her even more depleted. She’s just lying there now.

Hicks: But Poundcake, she’s a-counting that titchy varmint out! And Sean O is sitting up and REFUSING to move! He’s sulking like a spoiled brat! Hardin is telling him to get back into the ring, but he’s refusing to move until that Diseased Crab Infested Bitch APOLOGISES! That ain’t now way to talk to a lady!

Grant: Since WHEN has KTK been a ‘lady’?

Hicks: Since ALWAYS!

Grant: Sure. Whatever. Back in the real world, Patty is counting methodically and Sean O is about to blow the easiest chance he’ll ever get to become World Champion. KTK is practically immobile, has her hands tied behind her back and is basically BLIND. He’ll never live this down if he – WAIT! Coming down to the ring. Well sort of limping actually – it’s the NEW Intercontinental Champion – Sean Lorrenza.

Hicks: Huh, we hate him. He’s dreadful – worst IC champ in forever.

CROWD: LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!!

Grant: Yep and precisely NO ONE agrees with your assessment.

Hicks: Ain’t mah fault them varmints is ALL wrong, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza grabs Sean O by the scruff of the neck and plucks him up off the floor. He carries Sean, legs dangling, back to the ring where he tosses him back in telling him to FINISH HER. Sean O rolls and rolls. He ends up at Patty’s feet and TRIES TO BITE HER ANKLES! Now he ‘barking and crawling around on all fours!

Hicks: Imma dun know what he took, but Imma dun want ANY of that, Hombre.

Grant: Everything. He took everything by all accounts and this is the price that he’s paying for it. Lorrenza shakes his head, disgusted that Sean O STILL can’t finish off KTK; so as soon as Patty hops back – to avoid being bitten – he slams down the IC belt onto KTK’s head – TWICE! NOW she looks well and truly out of it!

Hicks: Heck, Imma dun lost count of how many times she dun been assaulted.

Grant: Don’t worry about it. Certainly none of the fans here do. Oh, Sean stops barking and sniffs. Ah, Hardin has ‘cooked up’ some ‘medicine’ for him. His eyes pop wide and he stands, dusting himself down before calmly walking back to his corner. Hardin ‘discreetly’ hands him a large needle – which he immediately stabs into his arm. Instantly shivers run through his body. His eyes focus and making two fists he shouts “YES!”. Now he stomps across to KTK. He kicks her. He kicks he legs and hips and ribs! But, she’s barely responsive, so much abuse has she taken.

Hicks: Yep, this sure dun look good for her at all. Sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy.

Grant Sean O rolls KTK over and folds her legs – at the third attempt he gets a Figure Four Leg Lock! Now he’s pressing into it and hunting for a submission: not the smartest move given that her hands are tied and she’s barely conscious. Still, none of this is doing KTK any favours whatsover.

Hicks: Looks like he’s given up on that there idea. Now he’s a-declaring that he’s going to finish her with the deadliest of all deadly finishers - The STD. He’s a dragging her to that there corner and there ain’t NOTHING she can do about.

Grant: Sean backs up to get a good run. He seems really pumped up right now, laser focused on KTK and nothing else. I’m not sure what Hardin gave him, but it seems to have worked. He… WHOA! That’s a LOT of noise all of a sudden and Hardin is screaming at Sean O! But there’s just so much noise in here suddenly that Sean O doesn’t hear her – That and he has complete tunnel vision right now.

Hicks: It’s HIM! It’s that there Bristol Bulldozer! He’s a barrelling down.

Grant: The Driver laughs and shakes his head. Sean isees nothing except his victim - who he is STILL telling how badly he is going to destroy her sorry ass.

Hicks: Sean O is backed up to the far corner, for maximum impact and -

Grant: The Bulldozer just reaches in and PLUCKS him out!

Hicks: The little feller FREAKS!

Grant: He squirms. He turns. He runs!

Hicks: He eats WRECKING BALL!

Grant: That was BRUTAL and it was also revenge for all that Sean O. has done to him.

Hicks: That tiny druggie ain’t moving much after that – not unless you’re a-counting all that nervous twitching, Hoss.

Grant: Bulldozer tosses Sean back into the ring and walks away WITH HIS GOLD. It’s a certainty - he WILL now go over 1,000 days with it.

Hicks: Hey! Look at that! The rugrat ain’t dead! He’s a getting back up and staggering over to KTK. Heck, He night STILL win this – Mainly on account of KTK being all tied up and unable to move. That tends to do it most times.

Grant: Sean O hurls himself at her! A Flying Headbutt straight into – ugh – the groin! Sean Pulls himself up complaining about the stink and covers!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: It ain’t right, but there just ain’t anything she can do.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Look, she’s brought this upon herself. She’s isolated and alone and has made FAR TOO MANY enemies. This was inevitable.

Pound: THREE!

Grant: NO! KTK flips Sean off with a sudden twist of the hips! He’s on his back and she rolls on top, pinning his little arms behind her knees!

Hicks: Heck! She’s almost sitting on his dang face!

Pound: ONE!

Grant: She has little other option – her hair is STILL tied to the ropes!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Sean O is ….NOT MOVING! Either he banged his head or the drugs wore off!

Pound: THREE!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and STILL the TCW World Heavyweight Champion – K! T!! K!!!

Grant: That is met with a LOT of booing. These fans would have preferred to see Sean O win as laughable as that would have been. Speaking of laughable, The Driver is now crying with laughter! You can bet he’ll get some mileage out of this fiasco. Hardin runs around and PUNCHES KTK to get her off Sean. She pulls him out of the ring.

Hicks: And ain’t NO ONE coming to help Miss Kitty!

Grant: No, there’s no denying that she has a great many who hate her, but look; one Mason International ally in the complex organization came through. Okay, admittedly mainly because he owed Sean O some serious revenge. Still, KTK goes all of 2025 as TCW World Champion and will head into 2026 with the gold. As to how long – I wouldn’t put money on it.

Hicks: I would! There just ain’t no stopping Miss Kitty. Even with her hands tied and blind, she still dun went and won!

Grant: Against Sean O – who’d OD’d earlier in the week AND who’d just been annihilated by the Bulldozer’s Wrecking Ball! We could talk about this and all the other controversial events of the night, but our time is up. Thanks you all so much for joining. Have a great Christmas and New Year. TCW will be back in 2026 for even more treats and good cheer...unless you’re KTK it seems. Good night!

[Card]
TCW Resurrection PPV
Thursday, December 11th, 2025
Little Caesars Arena - Detroit, Michigan

Main Event
TCW World Championship
KTK (champion) vs. Sean O. w/ Rebecca Hardin


TCW Intercontinental Championship
-Triple Threat
KTK (champion) vs. Sean Lorrenza vs. Lucas Fir


TCW Street Fight Championship
-Bristol Bulldozer will go over 1,000 days officially as champion if he wins this match!
Bristol Bulldozer (champion) vs. ???????


TLC Match
The Saint vs. The Hooded Hatstand


TCW National Championship
-Fatal Fourway
Ricky Chicago (champion) vs. Johan Erikkson vs. Al Hollywood vs. Los Conquistador Magnifico


TCW Tag Team Championships
-Triple Threat
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) (champions) vs. Chip Riggle and NoVVa w/ Rust Riggle vs. Total Destruction (Hunter Mills and Rick Kane) w/ Tommy Lowe


TCW Trinity Championships
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) and NoVVA (champions) w/ Rust Riggle vs. UnStables (Desire, Man Mountain Marko and Beast) w/ Beauty vs. Samuel Manson w/ The Keeper, The Duchess and Suzaku w/ Agent White vs. Zhu Whang, The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand


[Content]
Grant: Welcome! Welcome everyone to TCW RESURRECTION! We are at Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan. This place is PACKED with thousands of action-hungry fans. So let’s not keep any of them waiting. We are kicking things off with the National Championship match as the reigning champion Ricky Chicago will defend his title against his former friend as well as fellow Mason International member due to their purchasing the Foundry, Johan Erikkson, as well as Al Hollywood and Los Conquistador Magnifico in a Fatal Fourway that promises to be a hard hitting, highly competitive match.

Hicks: You said it DADDY! These four men are gonna give us a HUM DINGER of a SLOBBER KNOCKER tonight!

Grant: I said nothing remotely close to that as hayseed is not my natural dialect. But you are correct in that this is going to be a very entertaining match. Chicago and Erikkson have not seen eye to eye recently and Chicago does not trust him at all. Hollywood and Magnifico are going for their first singles championship in TCW and they have shown they will do anything they need to do to win.

Hicks: Them fellers don’t mind bending the rules a tad and have used that to great success in their time here. Don’t be surprised to see them pull out all the stops here in order to get some gold!

Grant: Trust me I won’t as they are as ruthless as they are ambitious, so they are capable of anything at any time. One thing Chicago is going to need to look out for is that due to this being a Fatal Fourway there is no champion’s advantage. The first pinfall or submission wins regardless of who is involved in the fall so he needs to not only fend off his challengers, but he needs to be aware of what’s going on at all times even when he’s not directly involved.

Hicks: Chicago has really stepped up his game lately, but tonight is really going to test his championship mettle with these three big bad hosses going for his belt DADDY!

Grant: As much as I hate to agree with you, that was actually a solid point. Though I will demand our social media department edit out my saying that when they post video of this match to any of our sites as I refuse to admit I ever said that. With that in mind let’s hand it over to Salas for the introductions.

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR FIRST MATCH TONIGHT IS A FATAL FOURWAY FOR THE TCW NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! FIRST PINFALL OR SUBMISSION WINS AND THE CHAMPION DOES NOT NEED TO BE INVOLVED IN THE DECISION TO DETERMINE A WINNER!

(Crowd pops)

Salas: Now lets meet the competitors! Introducing first! Weighing in at 310 pounds, from Gothenburg Sweden - “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson!

(Runes to My Memory by Amon Amarth plays over the P.A. to a respectable mixed reaction from the fans. The video reel shows the silhouette of a Viking berserker in the center of the screen and the name “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson appears. The video rotates between this image and Johan’s highlight reel, including recent Trinity and National title victories and the huge powerbomb that he and other wrestlers delivered to Bahn Gemeden. Jenny Chan emerges from the back, looking beautiful, but all business in a power suit and signature red rimmed glasses. She steps to the side and gestures as if to say “here he is” as the massive Swede joins her on the ramp, bellowing out to the fans with his arms raised. Flames emerge from the sides of the ramp as the pair make their way to ringside; Chan leads the way while Johan plays to the crowd, psyching himself up along the way. At the ring, he parts the ropes so that Chan can enter and then he steps over the top rope. He climbs toe turnbuckles in his corner to bellow out to his fans, working himself into a frenzy.)

Salas: Introducing next, making his way to the ring from Gijon, Asturias, Spain, weighing in at 96kg…LOS CONQUISTADOR MAGNIFICO!

(“Twin Peaks Theme” by Angelo Badalamenti (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2lkvrMa27c ) plays over the PA and Los Conquistador Magnifico emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way methodically down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Los Conquistador Magnifico reaches the ring and leaps onto the top rope, backflipping over into the ring and stares at his opponent.)

Salas: Introducing our next competitor! Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, from The San Fernando Valley, AL HOLLYWOOD!

(“I Touch Myself” by Divinyls tarts to play over the PA as the fans begin to boo heartily. As the opening drums reach a crescendo, the curtain flies apart and Al Hollywood emerges with his left arm raised above his head, fist clenched. He walks down to the ring showing off his outrageously chiselled physique, making sure every woman in the crowd can see it. He stops briefly to taunt a fat fan boy, pointing to his abs before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. He almost skips up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope before spinning around the ring, arms extended like a propeller).

Salas: And the fourth and final competitor. From Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at 280 pounds, the TCW National Champion RICKY CHICAGO!

("Sweet Home Chicago" by The Blues Brothers play as Ricky Chicago slowly and somewhat arrogantly makes his way down the aisle to a crowd pop mixed with scattered boos.)

Grant: All four wrestlers are in the ring and each of them look ready to go. Referee “Big” John Ellers is going to have his hands full keeping control tonight.

Hicks: He definitely is going to earn his paycheck tonight. This will not be an easy match to officiate.

Grant: No it won’t and I don’t envy him for that reason. Ellers makes sure all the wrestlers are good to go and he motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Here we go and right off the bat Hollywood and LCM go after Chicago! On the previous Showdown Chicago got involved in their tag team match against the Saint and the Driver and they clearly haven’t forgotten about that!

Hicks: They got him backed into the corner and are taking turns whaling on him! Chicago is holding his own but the numbers game they have mastered is working to their advantage here.

Grant: Not for long as here comes Johan! He CLOBBERS LCM and shoves Hollywood aside which gives Chicago some breathing room, but that is short lived as Johan belts him with a forearm! Chicago fires back and now Chicago is throwing down with Johan!

Hicks: These former friends don’t see eye to eye on much if anything now! Chicago wants no part of Mason International while Johan seems to have embraced returning there. Johan goes to send Chicago into the ropes but Chicago reverses! Johan comes off and Chicago hits him with a BIG BACK BODY DROP!

Grant: Johan gets up and Chicago drops him with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! He goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hollywood boots Chicago in the head to stop the count!

Hicks: With four men in the ring that’s going to be a problem the entire match. If you want to win you are going to have to take advantage of a rare moment when the other wrestlers aren’t able to disrupt the pin or submission.

Grant: A surprisingly well thought and worded assessment from my announce partner. Good job Hicks.

Hicks: AWW SHUCKS DADDY! Imma just telling it like it is!

Grant: And just like that you ruined it. Chicago gets up and Hollywood takes him over with a SNAP SUPLEX! Johan tries to get up and LCM wipes him out with an ENZIGURI KICK! Johan drops to all fours and LCM uses the middle rope to come off with a LEG DROP to the back of the head!

Hicks: Chicago tries to stand and Hollywood quickly whips him into the corner! Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and Hollywood follows in with a SPLASH! Big impact from Hollywood there!

Grant: Hollywood steps back and hauls off with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Another one and Chicago’s chest is turning bright red! A big uppercut to the jaw has Chicago reeling and now Hollywood sends him out of the corner with a HIP TOSS!

Hicks: Johan is again trying to rise and LCM comes off the ropes with a FLYING HEAD BUTT! That drops Johan to the mat and now LCM with a STANDING SENTON to Johan!

Grant: Chicago gets to his feet in the middle of the ring as Hollywood charges him …. Chicago catches him and drives him to the mat with a SPINEBUSTER! LCM sees this and charges at Chicago with a running kick …. Chicago grabs his leg and LEG WHIPS LCM INTO HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: Chicago is showing us why he is the National Champion! He’s taking everything they’ve thrown at him so far!

Grant: Chicago goes to follow up on them only to get LEVELLED BY JOHAN! Chicago hits the mat, but is quickly picked up by Johan who PRESSES CHICAGO ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Hicks: Look at the strength of this BOSS HOSS! Chicago is a big dude but Johan picked him up like he was nothing!

Grant: Johan military presses Chicago a couple of times before SLAMMING him down to the mat! Chicago endures a rough landing and now Johan drops a MASSIVE ELBOW to his chest!

Hicks: Johan hooks the leg and covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM grabs him by the ankle and rips him off of Chicago to stop the count! LCM tries to follow up, but Johan uses his foot to LAUNCH LCM into the corner!

Grant: He almost sent LCM over the top rope to the floor! Johan gets up and Hollywood rushes at him for a LARIAT …. Johan ducks and Hollywood misses! Johan grabs him and takes Hollywood over with a SIDE SUPLEX! Nicely done by Johan!

Hicks: Hollywood gets up and Johan is setting him up for a Powerbomb …. LCM COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK TO JOHAN! WOW!

Grant: Johan is a massive man, but not even he can withstand the force of a drop kick like that as LCM got all of it! Johan is down and now LCM hits the middle rope for a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Hicks: He got it and now LCM covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO WITH A KNEE TO THE HEAD OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT!

Grant: I don't know if Johan would have kicked out of that or not, but Chicago wasn't taking any chances as he nearly mangled LCM’s face through his mask with that knee strike! Chicago picks LCM up off the mat and takes him over with a GUT WRENCH SUPLEX!

Hicks: LCM tries to push his way up and Chicago stomps him in the middle of his back! He did it again and LCM felt that one!

Grant: Chicago now punches LCM in the small of the back to dish out more pain! Chicago has a mean streak to him and he isn't afraid to use it on an opponent. He certainly isn't going to hesitate when his National Championship is at stake!

Hicks: I know I wouldn't! Gold is hard to come by in TCW and when you get it you do whatever it takes to keep it!

Grant: Chicago has shown he will do exactly that to keep his title and you know if they want to take it from him they are going to have to bring their A game to do it! LCM gets up slowly clutching at his back and Chicago picks him up for a BACK BREAKER!

Hicks: LCM is writhing in pain and now Chicago picks him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. HOLLYWOOD WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF CHICAGO’S HEAD!

Grant: Chicago drops LCM and now Hollywood grabs Chicago for a DDT! He dropped him right in his head and Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: That was the first uninterrupted cover we've had and we've had a handful of them so far. That should tell you how chaotic these Fatal Fourway matches are.

Grant: You have to keep your eyes open and look out the corner of them at all times in a match like this because you never know where someone is coming from. Hollywood quickly gets back on offence and boots Chicago in the back as he tries to stand. Hollywood shoves Chicago chest first into the ropes and he rebounds backwards towards Hollywood who smashes him in the back with a forearm. Chicago cringes in pain and now Hollywood sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX!

Hicks: Nicely done by Hollywood! Chicago is slow to get up as Hollywood has done a number on him the last few minutes. Chicago tries to get up and Hollywood runs up with a BOOT TO THE RIBS! That was NFL quality DADDY!

Grant: If that was a field goal attempt Hollywood would have been good from 60 yards! He kicked Chicago that hard! Yes I know my football!

Hicks: Women who love football are HOT, DADDY!

Grant: Now all of a sudden I hate football! Never say that again!

Hicks: Chicago is back on his feet and Hollywood prepares to charge at him …. Johan out of nowhere grabs Hollywood for a FULL NELSON SLAM! WOW!

Grant: The ring shook upon impact as that's how much force Johan got behind that! Johan is now standing across from his former ally Chicago and you can feel the disdain these two hold for each other now!

Hicks: Chicago has made his resentment for Johan clear lately and no doubt Johan isn't happy about that!

Grant: The look of anger on each man’s face tells the story as they rush at each other and begin punching the crap out of each other!

Hicks: It's like Mike Tyson and George Foreman throwing down heavyweight boxing style! We have a PRIZE FIGHT GOING ON DADDY!

Grant: Both men are landing some solid shots on each other and those punches have anger behind them as they are trying to knock each other out! Johan lands one! Now Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Back and forth they go and they aren't letting up or slowing down!

Hicks: The fans are loving this as we have two certified BAD ASSES beating each other senseless! Two superstars letting it all out as they fight each other for championship gold! You can't ask for more than this!

Grant: Johan throws another punch but this time Chicago blocks it and catches him with an upper cut that staggers Johan! Another one and Johan is reeling! Chicago hits the ropes and comes off with a FLYING BODY BLOCK on Johan that drives him to the mat!

Hicks: Chicago hooks the leg and goes for the pin! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT! Chicago wanted that, but Johan still has too much left to put him down this early!

Grant: Johan gets up only to be taken back down by Chicago with a SPINNING NECK BREAKER! Well done by the champ and now he goes to follow up …. LCM OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING LEG SCISSORS TO CHICAGO! WOW!

Hicks: Chicago didn't see him coming and LCM wiped him out! Chicago gets up slowly and LCM charges at him with a MEXICAN DESTROYER! HOLY CRAP DADDY!

Grant: LCM got all of that and now he covers Chicago! This might be it as Ellers counts 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That was SO CLOSE DADDY! I thought LCM had him there!

Grant: I did too and LCM thought the match was over! He's arguing with Ellers over the count and Ellers tells him it was only two. A disgusted LCM goes back to Chicago and drills him with a double chop to the throat! Chicago tries to catch his breath and now LCM runs towards the ropes and FLIPS towards them before bouncing off with a SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! WHAT A MOVE!

Hicks: LCM showed his agility there and Chicago took a big shit to the head from it!

Grant: He caught Chicago on the side of the head and Chicago is definitely dazed from the impact! His eyes are glassy and he is having trouble getting his footing and now LCM follows up with a BRAIN KICK to Chicago!

Hicks: DAMN! Chicago goes down and LCM covers him again! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT AGAIN! LCM slams his hand on the mat and yells at Ellers who yells back he didn’t get the three count. LCM is trying to intimidate Ellers who is the wrong man to try to intimidate!

Grant: Ellers has been around too long and has seen too much to let himself get pushed around by the wrestlers no matter who they are. Ellers tells LCM to worry about the match who offers up one last argument, I believe it was in Spanish, but whatever language it was in it sounded angry. LCM turns back to face Chicago who springs up and HEAD BUTTS LCM!

Hicks: LCM wasted time arguing with Ellers and it cost him! LCM is rocked and now Chicago grabs him and sends him into the corner with an EXPLODER! What a move by Chicago!

Grant: LCM went from being in control to getting heaved into the corner in a matter of seconds now Chicago has regained the advantage! He pulls LCM out of the corner and hoists him up for a GUT BUSTER! That took some of the wind out of LCM and now Chicago covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Now LCM is the one with the close call as he BARELY kicked out of that!

Grant: Chicago doesn’t waste time dwelling on the near fall as he picks LCM up for a FALL AWAY SLAM! LCM goes flying all the way across the ring and Chicago used all of his strength on that one! He turns to face LCM as Chicago thinks he has a chance to end this now. He moves quickly to follow up but is CUT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING BY A SPEAR FROM HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! That was so brutal I nearly SOILED MAHHSELF!

Grant: WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION THERE! AND GET HIM A NEW CHAIR JUST TO BE SAFE! But it was in fact BRUTAL as Hollywood caught Chicago at just the right angle and wiped him out! Chicago is clutching his ribs and Hollywood leaps up and comes down on his ribs with a DOUBLE STOMP!

Hicks: Chicago WRITHES in pain after that and Hollywood follows up by smashing him with several hammer fists to the ribs! This Hollywood is one mean man who likes to hurt people!

Grant: Hollywood sees a weakness and he’s wisely trying to exploit it! Hollywood boots Chicago in the ribs and now he jumps up and drops a DOUBLE KNEE into his midsection! Chicago lets out a big gasp and now Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That might be the closest we’ve gotten to three in the match so far!

Grant: Chicago is definitely feeling the pain in his ribs and Hollywood isn’t going to let up! He pulls Chicago to his feet and lifts his knee into his ribs! Hollywood does it again and now Hollywood whips Chicago into the corner!

Hicks: Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and you can see the anguish on his face! Hollywood thinks he has Chicago right where he wants him and charges in after him …. JOHAN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE! MY GOD!

Grant: How is Hollywood’s head still attached after that! Johan nearly took it off and Hollywood is on dream street right now! He is trying to stand but he can’t get his feet settled now Johan picks him up on his shoulders for a BURNING HAMMER! WOW!

Hicks: A rough landing for Hollywood and now Johan covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT!

Grant: Hollywood barely got out of that as he had just enough to withstand that Burning Hammer by Johan! Hollywood is trying to refocus himself but Johan isn’t going to give him a chance as he sends Hollywood into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM!

Hicks: Johan has thrown Hollywood around like a rag doll the last few minutes and that is not an easy task as Hollywood is not a small man! But the massive Johan is using his strength to great effect as he hoists Hollywood up for a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM!

Grant: And he made that look SO EASY! Johan might be the strongest man in all of wrestling as he does things no one else can do! Hollywood tries to stand up and Johan blasts him with an OPEN HANDED CHOP that nearly caves his chest in!

Hicks: Johan hit Hollywood so hard he is having trouble catching his breath! Those mitts are MASSIVE DADDY!

Grant: You couldn’t pay me enough to take a hit from Johan and I guarantee you there are plenty of wrestlers in the locker room who are glad it's not them in the ring with Johan! Hollywood continues to try to catch his breath and Johan looks like he wants to end this as he grabs Hollywood for the BLOOD EAGLE!

Hicks: Johan thinks the match is his for the taking and is going to try to put it away here!

Grant: Johan POUNDS Hollywood across the back with a massive forearm and his body convulses in pain! Johan now lifts Hollywood up and is going for the BLOOD EAGLE …. LCM WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF JOHAN’S KNEE!

Hicks: Johan drops Hollywood and clutches his knee in pain! He tries to stand but is having trouble putting weight on that leg …. LCM comes off the top rope with a TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE BY LCM!

Grant: And just like that the momentum changes hands in this Fatal Fourway once again! That's how quickly things can happen in these matches! Johan tries to stand up and is having trouble due to the pain the chop block caused. LCM quickly moves in and catches Johan with a HURRICANRANA!

Hicks: LCM just sent one of the largest men in wrestling flying across the ring with that move! Make sure to include that in the highlight reel later because that was AHHHHHH-MAZING DADDY!

Grant: It definitely was one of the most impressive moves of this match and I guarantee you it is going to be one of the most watched moments on social media later tonight! Johan is down and now LCM quickly goes up to the top rope! He leaps off and hits Johan with an INCREDIBLE FROG SPLASH! LCM hooks the leg and Ellers makes the count! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN SOMEHOW KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: LCM sits up and is clutching his fists in frustration as he can’t believe Johan kicked out of that! And I am right there with him as I thought this was OVER!

Grant: I did as well as that Frog Splash was PERFECT! LCM gets back to his feet and looks at Johan as he starts to rise. LCM doesn’t give him a chance as he leaps up and nails Johan with an AXE KICK to the back of the head! Johan goes face first into the mat and now LCM bounces off the ropes for a ROLLING THUNDER ON JOHAN’S BACK!

Hicks: Another great move! If anyone had any doubts about how dangerous LCM is, those doubts should be gone after watching this!

Grant: Count me as someone who always knew how dangerous he is and if you didn't realize that until now all I can say is where the hell have you been! You may not like his attitude but the man is elite inside that ring! Johan is trying to get up again and LCM is looking to put him away. LCM goes to the ropes and uses them for momentum. He bounces off and CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM! WOW!

Hicks: WHAT A SEQUENCE! Chicago came out of nowhere and caught him for that massive spike slam! He moved so fast LCM didn’t have time to slow down!

Grant: Like we said before you always have to look out of the corner of your eye in a Fatal Fourway as you never know where your opponents will come from! LCM gets up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: Rough landing for LCM and this isn’t going to be any better as Chicago hits him with a LEG DROP! Chicago covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Grant: Chicago pulls LCM by his mask and slugs him in the face with a big right! Another one and LCM’s knees buckle but Chicago is holding him by the mask to make sure he doesn’t fall! Chicago whips him into the ropes and LCM hits. LCM rebounds towards Chicago who catches him with a POP UP POWER BOMB! Great move by Chicago and now he covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Chicago was SO CLOSE to retaining his title but LCM isn’t done yet!

Grant: LCM is a hard man to keep down and Chicago is going to have to dig deeper into his bag of tricks to put him away! Chicago pulls LCM up and is setting him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago …. CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: Great ring awareness by Chicago to see Hollywood coming at him!

Grant: It’s a good thing he did because Hollywood was going full speed! Hollywood gets up and Chicago grabs him for a CHOKE SLAM! Chicago had some force behind that as Hollywood is having trouble getting off the mat!

Hicks: Wrestling is a sport where a split second can make a huge difference! If Chicago was just slightly slower seeing him Hollywood would have wiped him out. Now he is trying to fend off Chicago who is on a roll right now!

Grant: Chicago has taken control of this match and he is ready to end this! Hollywood is getting up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders! He gets a running start and hits the WINDY CITY SLAM! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: That was a THUNDEROUS WINDY CITY SLAM! This might be it!

Grant: Hollywood is down and Chicago goes to make the cover …. LCM WITH A SUPER KICK TO CHICAGO! The champion is rocked and LCM leaps up for a FACE SLAM! Chicago is down and LCM covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: A close call for Chicago and LCM can’t believe it! He goes to follow up but Hollywood has dragged himself over to Chicago and is covering him before LCM can reach him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Grant: LCM and Hollywood both look at each other as if to say what the hell, and that changes quickly to a look that says a light bulb just went on above their heads and they BOTH COVER CHICAGO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I don’t think this is legal, but ELLERS IS COUNTING! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BOWLS INTO BOTH LCM AND HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW!

Hicks: LCM and Hollywood teamed up to try to beat Chicago together but Johan was able to stop them in the nick of time!

Grant: I have no idea who would have been champion had they gotten that pin, but that would have been a problem for them to solve later! But right now they have a real problem in the form of Johan Erikkson who has gathered himself and is ready to take over!

Hicks: That’s a scary thought because Johan is the last person Imma want coming after me! Imma so scared of him I sleep with a nightlight and check under MAHHH bed every night to make sure he’s not hiding under it waiting to eat me DADDY!

Grant: You know what, I actually believe that! Hollywood gets up and Johan blasts him! LCM gets up and Johan gives him the same! Johan is taking turns drilling each of them and he has them backpedaling!

Hicks: He is giving them some big hits and Hollywood and LCM are getting the full force of them!

Grant: Johan grabs Hollywood and hoists him on his shoulders. He now ducks down and comes underneath LCM and HOISTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AS WELL!

Hicks: Johan has both Hollywood and Magnifico on his shoulders! These are not small men! HOW STRONG IS THIS GUY DADDY!

Grant: Johan with an incredible display of strength with BOTH LCM and Hollywood on his shoulders …. DOUBLE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY JOHAN!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Grant: Johan covers Hollywood and gets 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT! Johan now covers LCM and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: He got two near falls on both men but it wasn’t enough …. JOHAN ROLLS LCM ON TOP OF HOLLYWOOD!

Grant: JOHAN IS COVERING BOTH OF THEM! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO THROWS HIS SHOULDER INTO JOHAN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW THAT WAS CLOSE!

Hicks: Johan was seconds away from possibly pinning BOTH LCM and Hollywood at the same time to become the new TCW National Champion, but Chicago made it there just in time to save his title and prevent the three count!

Grant: Chicago with maybe the most important save of his title reign as Johan was INCHES away from becoming winning the National Championship! Chicago pulls Johan up and drops him with a MASSIVE LARIAT! Johan gets up and Chicago comes off the ropes with a FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! Johan gets back up and Chicago drops him with a DOUBLE ARM DDT!

Hicks: Great sequence of moves by Chicago and he covers Johan! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Grant: THAT WAS SO CLOSE! Chicago can’t believe he didn’t get it as he pulled off that Double Arm DDT perfectly! Johan gets up and Chicago with a knife edge chop to the chest! Another one and Johan is backing up from the impact!

Hicks: Chicago hits the ropes for momentum and comes off towards Johan …. Johan catches him and scoops him up for a PUMPHANDLE HALF NELSON DRIVER!

Grant: He got that so fast and this might be it! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Another close call! This match has had a million of them!

Grant: Chicago gets up and Johan hits him with a SPINNING BACK FIST! Another one and Chicago is on wobbly legs! Johan hits the ropes and comes off with THOR’S HAMMER! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: CHICAGO IS DOWN! HE MAY BE DONE!

Grant: Johan covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

Hicks: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! IMMA STUNNED DADDY!

Grant: Johan can’t believe that he didn’t get the three and frustration may be setting in for the massive Swede! Johan grabs Chicago and looks to be ready to try again to end this but LCM JUMPS OFF THE ROPES AND ONTO HIS BACK FOR A SLEEPER HOLD!

Hicks: Hollywood rushes in and begins WHALING on Johan while LCM tries to put him to sleep! Johan is trying to pry LCM’s hands loose while trying to block Hollywood’s punches but that is proving to be too tall of a task for Johan!

Grant: Hollywood is using Johan’s midsection like a punching bag while LCM continues to apply the Sleeper Hold! Johan’s knee is buckling as the punishment seems to be taking its toll on him!

Hicks: LCM is like a rabid, feral animal that got a hold of its prey! Hollywood is working him over like Johan owes him money as once again the numbers game is getting results for them!

Grant: Only one of them can win this match if either of them do but they aren’t concerned about that now as they continue to work together to beat down Johan! He is doing his best to hang on but LCM and Hollywood are tough to face single and as a duo they are even worse! Johan with a DESPERATION shove on Hollywood that knocks him backwards and he trips over his feet!

Hicks: Johan reaches behind his head, grabs LCM by the neck and FLIPS HIM OVER! Johan has broken out of the sleeper hold and is now trying to catch his breath! Hollywood goes back to him and Johan catches him with an UPPERCUT! Hollywood is knocked backwards and now Johan turns towards LCM …. LCM WITH A CODE BREAKER ON JOHAN!

Grant: Johan is rocked and now Hollywood grabs him for the CASTING COUCH! HE GOT IT! Hollywood hooks the leg and makes the cover! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO GRABS LCM AND THROWS HIM INTO HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK THE COUNT!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP ANOTHER CLOSE CALL! Chicago has to really dig deep to keep his title but so far he has been able to thwart all attempts to take the National Championship away from him!

Grant: Chicago grabs LCM and drives him into the mat with a FACE SLAM! Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago who side steps him and takes Hollywood over with a DROP TOE HOLD that sends him HEAD FIRST into LCM’s midsection!

Hicks: Chicago once again with a heads up move to avoid getting blindsided! I think we should check if he has eyes in the back of his head because if he does that means he’s an alien and he shouldn’t be allowed to compete with humans! It’s an unfair advantage DADDY!

Grant: Trust me, if suspicion of being an alien is going to fall on anyone here, it won’t be Chicago! Hollywood gets up and Chicago picks him up for a FALCON ARROW ON TOP OF LCM! Hollywood rolls to the side and Chicago covers LCM! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN PULLS CHICAGO OFF OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR A TWO HANDED CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WHAT A MOVE BY JOHAN AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

Grant: Johan is going for the win and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME! ANOTHER CLOSE CALL!

Hicks: I don’t know how many more of these my heart can take! This is INTENSE!

Grant: I’m sweating while watching this play out myself! Johan picks up Chicago and whips him to the ropes. He comes off and Johan hoists him up for a HUGE SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: That was a brutal landing for Chicago! Let’s not forget the damage he took from that spear from Hollywood earlier! His ribs have to be killing him!

Grant: There’s no doubt about that! Johan pulls Chicago up and looks to be going for BLOOD EAGLE again! Chicago survived the last one but I don’t think he can survive a second one!

Hicks: Not with how banged up his ribs are! If Johan gets this, Chicago is done! No question about it DADDY!

Grant: Johan pulls Chicago up and is going for Blood Eagle …. Chicago blocks it! Johan tries again and again Chicago blocks him!

Hicks: Chicago may be hurting but he isn’t giving up! He’s been able to power through those wounded ribs so far, can he keep it going!

Grant: Johan tries a third time and Chicago raises his head up and blasts Johan in the chin! That stuns him and now Chicago pulls Johan’s legs out from under him and SLINGSHOTS JOHAN INTO THE CORNER!

Hicks: Johan went HEAD FIRST into the top turnbuckle! He’s DAZED!

Grant: Johan stumbles out of the corner and Chicago grabs him for a ROLL UP! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BARELY KICKS OUT OF IT BEFORE THREE!

Hicks: ELLERS HAND WAS ABOUT TO HIT THREE WHEN JOHAN KICKED OUT! YOU CAN’T GET ANY CLOSER THAN THAT, DADDY!

Grant: Johan gets up after the roll up to go after Chicago SLING BLADE! CHICAGO GOT HIM WITH A SLING BLADE!

Hicks: He got him good and now Chicago is going for the WINDY CITY SLAM! He wants to end this now!

Grant: Chicago pulls Johan up off the mat and tries to pick him up for the Windy City Slam …. He grabs his ribs in pain! He tries again and yet again the pain gets to him!

Hicks: I don’t know if his ribs are bruised, cracked or broken but normally Chicago can pick Johan up with no problem and his ribs aren’t cooperating with him!

Grant: Chicago is struggling to get Johan over his shoulder for the Windy City Slam and now both Hollywood and LCM are getting to their feet!

Hicks: Hollywood is the first one up and he sees Chicago trying to get Johan up for the Windy City Slam. He moves towards them to break it up but LCM grabs his arm to stop him!

Grant: What the hell is LCM doing! Why is he stopping Hollywood from going after Chicago!

Hicks: LCM is telling Hollywood he has an idea and to follow his lead! What is he talking about!

Grant: Hollywood is looking at LCM like he’s crazy and now LCM LAYS DOWN on the mat! He now yells at Hollywood to COVER HIM!

Hicks: LCM is laying down for Hollywood to pin! He wants Hollywood to pin him!

Grant: A sneering smile appears on Hollywood’s face as he drops down to cover LCM! Chicago is too tied up with Johan to notice what’s going on!

Hicks: Ellers isn’t and he goes over to make the count!

Grant: Chicago finally notices it as Ellers begins counting as Chicago tries to make it over to stop! 1 …. 2 …. 3! HOLLYWOOD PINS LCM BEFORE CHICAGO CAN BREAK IT UP! HOLLYWOOD IS THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION …. AL HOLLYWOOD!

(Crowd responds with deafening boos)

Grant: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Los Conquistador Magnifico LAID DOWN for Al Hollywood and took the pin while Chicago was tied up with Johan and now AL HOLLYWOOD is the NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION after he and Magnifico came up with a plan to SCAM ALL OF US and all I can say is we should have seen it coming!

Hicks: Yes we should have! It's sneaky! It's underhanded! It’s dirty pool at its worst! That said, it’s NOT ILLEGAL! Like it or not, it is WELL WITHIN THE RULES and Hollywood and Magnifico played all of us for fools and Hollywood is walking out with singles gold for the first time in TCW!

Grant: Hollywood grabs the belt from Ellers and immediately leaves the ring with LCM while an IRATE Chicago is ready to SNAP! The title he worked so hard to win and so hard to defend is gone thanks to an underhanded, yet LEGAL tactic, and some out there will say brilliant and in its own way, it is, from Hollywood and LCM!

Hicks: Chicago is cursing up a blue streak worse than I’ve ever heard him say because he is PISSED!

Grant: Johan isn’t happy either as he is staring daggers through Hollywood and LCM as they celebrate! And believe me they are CELEBRATING as they pulled off what may be the scam of the year and they are PROUD OF IT as their motto is clearly whatever it takes to win!

Hicks: It may be a scam but again it's LEGAL! Say what you want about it but it wasn’t cheating! They took advantage of the situation in the ring and now Hollywood has gold because, quite frankly, he and LCM OUTSMARTED everyone!

Grant: It was definitely a heads up move, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it! Hollywood and LCM are strutting their stuff as they head back to the locker room while Chicago is still cursing up a storm in the ring! Hollywood is holding up the National Championship belt above his head and now the question is will he hold onto it or will he trade it in for a chance to compete for the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning against whoever the TCW World Champion is at that time!

Hicks: That’s a big decision and one he should not make lightly!

Grant: No he shouldn’t, but until he does have to decide Hollywood is going to enjoy this win as he is the new TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

~~~

Grant: This next match will be for the Trinity Tag Team Championship as four teams will vie for this prize.

Hicks: Teams or singles wrestlers that were thrown together by the office?

Grant: Both. Let’s go to the ring.

*Salas: This next match is for the Trinity Tag Team Championship! Introducing first….the team of ZHU WANG, THE HOODED HATSTAND, and THE SAINT!

(All three enter the ring separately to their own music. The fans boo Zhu and The Hooded Hatstand heavily during their entrances while the fans blow the roof off the building when The Saint makes his entrance. All three keep their distance from each other as they enter the ring but taunt each other.)

Grant: The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are already arguing and this match hasn’t even started.

Hicks: Did you really expect the Saint to keep his mouth shut?

Grant: Zhu Wang is telling them to shut up and now both of them are turning their attention to him.

Hicks: Something tells me that this won’t end well.

Grant: Zhu Wang thought he was the leader of the International Exchange, but something tells me that these two partners of his are not receptive to that idea.

*Salas: The next team is the team of SUZAKU, THE DUCHESS, and SAMUEL MANSON!

(They also enter the ring with separate entrances. Manson and Duchess enter the ring in one corner as Suzaku keeps his distance from his partners.)

Hicks: Samuel Manson is the newest member of MI.

Grants: MI?

Hicks: That’s short for Mason International if you’re not aware. This company has big plans for 2026 as they have recently rebranded.

Grant: This is another dysfunctional team as we see The Duchess talking smack to Suzaku who is talking smack to The Keeper and Manson.

Hicks: What a pressure cooker this match is already and we haven’t even started!

Grant: We’re only halfway through the intros!

(Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing https://youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE as the arena darknens to a spotlight. Beauty appears on the stage and points to the rin, laughing, then the guitar hits)

*Salas: Introducing next, MAN MOUNTAIN MARKO, THE BEAST, and DESIRE……THE UNSTABLES!

(The UnStables appear on Tron in red block letters. Beast then Marko appears from the back as Salas makes the intro. They are followed by Desire. The stalk to the ring being led by Beauty. At ringside Beast goes left, Marko goes right and Desire stays center with Beauty. Booth Marko and Beast go over the top rope with ease and Beauty goes under the top rope. They appear at the center for a huge pop, then to there corner for a final strategy with Beauty.)

*Salas: And now, introducing the TCW Trinity Tag Team Champions….CRAZY JENNA and LADY GIANT…..collectively known as THEE STORM…..and their partner, NOVVA!

(NoVVa and Rust Riggle enter the ring as the fans mostly boo them as they make their way to the ring. A nice crowd pop erupts as Thee Storm makes their way to the ring.)

Hicks: Speaking of dysfunctional teams…..

Grant: This is like a powder keg waiting to explode. There are so many people at odds with their own partners in this match, let alone their opponents. Saint and Hatstand, Saint and Zhu Wang. Both Jenna and Lady Giant have had their issues with NoVVa. Suzaku has had issues with Samuel Manson and The Duchess.

Hicks: That’s not to mention the issues between the various teams themselves.

Grant: That’s true. There are people from the Unstables and people from Mason International and we know they’re not friendly.

Hicks: They’re at WAR!

Grant: Something tells me that this match will be a war.

Grant: Patty Poundcake calls for the bell and this Trinity Tag Team Championship bout is underway! The crowd is buzzing, four teams, combustible alliances, and only one fall to decide the gold. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can feel the stakes in the air as the wrestlers size each other up.

Hicks: Oh please, Grant. Half these clowns don’t even belong in the ring. Look at Thee Storm — they’re already glaring at NoVVa like she stole their lunch money. Rust Riggle’s screaming at them to cooperate, but I say let her run wild. She’s the only one in that trio with any brains.

Grant: Desire steps forward to start against Crazy Jenna. Collar‑and‑elbow tie‑up, Desire slips behind with a waistlock, but Jenna counters with a standing switch. Desire rolls through, quick arm drag! The crowd pops for the UnStables’ cohesion. Beauty claps proudly at ringside, rallying her team.

Hicks: Cohesion? Please. Desire’s just showing off, strutting around like she’s auditioning for a music video.

Grant: Jenna kips up, smirks, and fires back with a flying clothesline. Desire ducks, comes back with a hurricanrana that whips Jenna across the ring! Desire follows with a bulldog and the fans eat it up!

Hicks: Disgusting. These people cheer for anything shiny. If she were smart, Jenna would’ve planted her with a piledriver and ended this nonsense.

Grant: Jenna shakes it off, grabs Desire by the hair, and yanks her down hard. Straight jacket suplex! Jenna covers—one, two—but Desire kicks out. Jenna drags Desire to the corner, tags Lady Giant, and the crowd roars at the sight of the powerhouse entering.

Hicks: Finally, some muscle. Lady Giant’s gonna squash Desire like a bug. And if NoVVa gets in there, she’ll finish the job.

Grant: Lady Giant scoops Desire up, inverted atomic drop followed by a massive powerslam. Desire writhes in pain. Lady Giant applies the Giant Bear Trap, squeezing Desire in a crushing bearhug. Desire claws at Lady Giant’s face, desperate to escape, and finally rakes the eyes to break free.

Hicks: Cheap shot! Typical UnStables garbage. They can’t fight fair, can they?

Grant: Desire dives to her corner—tag to Beast! Beast storms in and hits Lady Giant with a clothesline! And another one! He follows with a neck choke, grinding her down. Lady Giant powers out, hits a running knee smash to Beast’s chest, then tries a big boot.

Hicks: Beast caught it! Oh, this is gonna be ugly.

Grant: Beast spins her around, and plants her with a back breaker submission. Lady Giant screams in pain, but Jenna rushes in with an elbow smash to break it up. Thee Storm are fighting tooth and nail, but the UnStables are unified.

Hicks: Unified? More like boring. Give me chaos, Grant. Manson and Duchess know how to stab a partner in the back and smile while they do it.

Grant: The pace is picking up again, Hicks. Desire jumps into the ring for an assist but just barely rolled out of the way of Lady Giant’s big boot, and now she’s scrambling to the corner. Beast wraps his massive hand around Lady Giant’s throat, and plants her with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.

Hicks: Oh come on, Grant. That’s not skill, that’s just brute force. And these fans cheer like he reinvented wrestling. Lady Giant should’ve crushed him with a second knee smash, but she let the moment slip.

Grant: Jenna dives in to save her partner, hitting Beast with a flying clothesline. She follows with a kick to the head, and the crowd roars. But Marko tags himself in, towering over Jenna. He grabs her by the throat—two‑handed chokeslam! Jenna writhes in pain, and Marko hits Lady Giant with a big boot before scooping her up for a thunderous chokeslam.

Hicks: Look at that show of power.

Grant: NoVVa slaps Lady Giant’s back, forcing herself in. Lady Giant looks furious, but NoVVa storms in, superkick! She follows with a mafia kick, and then another! Marko stumbles but doesn’t fall. Rust Riggle is screaming at ringside, demanding NoVVa finish him.

Hicks: Finally, some brains in the ring. NoVVa’s the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, but instead they’re sulking like children.

Grant: Look out! The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are in a heated argument in their corner as Zhu uncharacteristically tries to play the voice of reason?!

Hicks: I never thought I’d say the day where Zhu Wang is the partner that is calm, cool, and collected.

Grant: Saint and The Hatstand have been at odds for quite some time and this will all come to a head later tonight as they face each other in a TLC Match.

Hick: I can’t wait!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess are arguing with Suzaku. Agent White is pleading for teamwork, but Manson just smirks. Duchess tags back in, hitting a flying head scissors on NoVVa, who was exchanging words with Marko. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get in as Duchess continues the assault.

Hicks: And why should they let him in? Suzaku’s dead weight. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep the spotlight on themselves.

Grant: Suzaku slaps Duchess’s back, forcing himself in. The crowd erupts as Suzaku unleashes a barrage of palm strikes on NoVVa, then dropkicks his own partner Manson off the apron! Suzaku follows with a suplex on NoVVa, then a power slam!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for someone to put him back in his place.

Grant: And speaking of chaos, Saint and Hatstand are now brawling on the outside!

Hicks: They could not wait until later tonight!

Grant: Hatstand gouges Saint’s eyes, then rakes his face across the guardrail. Saint retaliates with an inverted piledriver on the outside! Fans scatter as security tries to keep them contained.

Hicks: Zhu Wang is trying to talk some sense into them. He’s yelling at The Saint but the Saint with a kick to the gut and he throws Zhu into the guard rail!

Grant: Back in the ring, Desire runs in as Duchess attempts to interfere and hits a Falling From Grace top rope spear on Duchess! Beast follows with a chokeslam on Suzaku, and Marko hoists him high for another powerbomb. The UnStables are circling, unified, dominant.

Hicks: Oh come on, really? The only reason they’re doing well is that they are the only team that is cohesive!

Grant: The match is spiralling into chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and now Beast is storming back in, grabbing Jenna by the throat for a chokeslam. Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse, but the tags are flying so fast she can’t keep track.

Hicks: Good. Let it be chaos. That’s what makes this fun. You think the fans paid to see clean tags and sportsmanship? No, they want carnage, and the UnStables are giving it to them.

Grant: Marko re‑enters, scooping Lady Giant up for a bearhug and then slams her with a thunderous powerbomb. The ring shakes, and the fans gasp. Jenna dives in, hitting Marko with a superkick, but Desire springboards in with a hurricanrana on Jenna. The pace is frantic.

Hicks: Desire knows how to steal the spotlight. Forget Jenna’s little flips—Desire’s got the crowd eating out of her hand.

Grant: Things are getting out of control on the outside as the Hooded Hatstand is choking the Saint with an electrical cord! Zhu Wang is tapping Hatstand on the shoulder and points to the ring.

Hicks: Hatstand just shoved Zhu and I think he told him to go back to North Korea.

Grant: He’s Chinese!

Hicks: That’s not what Hatstand says!

Grant: The Saint from behind, he puts The Hooded Hatstand in a chokehold, but Hatstand backs him into the guardrail!

Hicks: It looks like Zhu Wang has had enough!

Grant: He hasn’t even entered the match yet!

Hicks: None of the three have entered the match yet!

Grant: Zhu Wang is walking out, abandoning his team.

Hicks: Smart move by Wang. Why waste your time babysitting two maniacs who’d rather kill each other than win gold?

Grant: Is that move supported by his handlers in Mason International?

Hicks: They still have a chance with Manson in the match, but at least he has one partner he can get along with.

Grant: Suzaku gets tagged back in, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes on Beast, then chopping Marko down. The fans are cheering Suzaku on!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. These fans will cheer for anyone who looks like an underdog. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for Manson to stab him in the back again. He’s not even letting Manson into the match. What an egomaniac!

Grant: And speaking of Manson, he blind tags Suzaku, smirking as he stomps away at Beast. Duchess joins him, hitting a spinning heel kick on Lady Giant. Manson and Duchess are working together, but Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, demanding to be let back in. Agent White is pleading for order, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: That’s called strategy, Grant. Suzaku’s a liability. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep him out of the ring. If Suzaku wants to play hero, he can do it after they’ve already won. They don’t care about fan approval, they care about destruction. And right now, they’re destroying everyone in sight.

Grant: Patty Poundcake is struggling to keep order, but the chaos is only escalating. Every team is desperate, every wrestler is throwing everything they’ve got, and the Trinity Tag Team Championship hangs in the balance.

Hicks: Unless your name is The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand! Security was trying to break it up on the outside but there they go again as they brawl down the aisle!

Grant: The aisle and the ring is absolute chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and Beast is dragging himself back to his corner. Marko is pacing like a predator, waiting for another chance to strike, while Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse trying to keep track of who’s legal.

Hicks: And that’s exactly how I like it, Grant. Forget order, forget rules—this is survival. The UnStables thrive in this kind of madness. Look at Marko, he’s practically salivating at the thought of crushing another body.

Grant: That he is. It appears that security is FINALLY taking some control outside the ring and have broken up the fight between Saint and Hooded Hatstand.

Hicks: Are they still in this match?

Grant: I’m not so sure. It appears that security is escorting them out. They do have a TLC match later tonight.

Hicks: NoVVa is looking good! She is the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, not whining like children.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Marko, dropkicking him from behind. She nails him with another kick. She tries to apply a sleeperhold, but Marko powers out, hoisting her up for a two‑handed chokeslam. The ring shakes, and NoVVa rolls to the outside, clutching her neck. Rust Riggle is screaming at her to get back in, but Lady Giant and Jenna are blocking her path.

Hicks: Riggle’s right—NoVVa should be in there finishing the job. Instead, she’s stuck with two jealous partners who’d rather sabotage her than to keep their gold.

Grant: Marko storms in, grabbing Suzaku by the throat for a two‑handed chokeslam. Suzaku counters with a spinning heel kick, staggering the giant. He follows with a hip toss, then a headbutt that rocks Marko. The crowd is on its feet, sensing the momentum shift.

Hicks: And I’m sensing Suzaku’s about to get betrayed again. Manson and Duchess are lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to stab him in the back.

Grant: The match has reached a fever pitch, Hicks. Suzaku just blasted Marko with a spinning heel kick, and the crowd is roaring. He follows with a spinning heel kick on Beast, then a power slam on Desire. Suzaku is on fire, but Manson is lurking on the apron, smirking, waiting for his chance to steal the spotlight.

Hicks: And that’s exactly what he should do. Suzaku’s wasting energy, burning himself out for nothing. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to let him run wild, then swoop in when it matters. That’s how winners operate.

Grant: Duchess tags herself in, cutting Suzaku off. She hits a flying head scissors on Desire, then a spinning heel kick on Beast. She follows with a catapult neck snap on Marko, and the crowd gasps at the impact. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get back in, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: Good. Keep him out. Suzaku’s nothing but dead weight. Manson and Duchess don’t need him, they’re better off without him.

Grant: Meanwhile, Jenna springboards in, catching Duchess with a flying clothesline. She follows with a bronco buster in the corner, then a straight jacket suplex on Manson. Thee Storm are rallying, but NoVVa slaps Jenna’s back, forcing herself in again. The fans boo loudly, and Jenna screams disgust.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Beast, stunning him with a boot to the shin and puts him a chokehold, but Beast backs her into the corner! What impact!

Hicks: He should be disqualified for that!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess shove Suzaku right into the waiting arms of Marko. The giant lifts him high—Triple Powerbomb! The ring shakes, the crowd gasps, and Patty Poundcake drops to count.

Hicks: 1…..2.....3! It’s over!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winners of this match and NEW Trinity Tag Team Champions…THE UNSTABLES!

Grant: The UnStables have done it! Desire, Marko, and Beast reclaim the Trinity Tag Team Championship, unified and unstoppable. Beauty rushes into the ring, celebrating with her team, and the fans are on their feet, cheering wildly.

Hicks: Meanwhile, Jenna and Lady Giant are holding NoVVa back, refusing to let her intervene in their victory celebration. Rust Riggle is losing his mind at ringside, screaming at them. And Suzaku lies broken, abandoned by Manson and Duchess.

Grant: Manson and Duchess sacrificed Suzaku, proving their allegiance. Thee Storm and NoVVa are fractured, Saint and Hatstand are at war, and Zhu Wang has walked out in disgust.

Hicks: What a story told tonight. The UnStables are the champions once again, each member now faced with the choice—trade in their share for a shot at the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning, or keep the Trinity gold.

Grant: For now, Desire, Marko, and Beast can enjoy the holidays as the new TCW Trinity Champions. Unified, strong, and with the fans behind them.

Hicks: TCW just changed tonight, Grant. The UnStables are back on top, Mason International is flexing its power, Thee Storm and NoVVa are imploding, and Saint and Hatstand will settle their score later tonight.

~~~

Grant: Almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion for the Bristol Bulldozer - an UNPRECEDENTED accomplishment, John - but it could all come CRASHING DOWN tonight against a MYSTERY opponent.

*Salas: The following match is for the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. If Bristol Bulldozer wins, he will officially go over 1,000 days as champion!

(HUGE crowd pop!)

*Salas: Introducing first, hailing from Bristol, UK and weighing 440 pounds, here is the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPION - Bristol Bulldozer!!!

(The sounds of machines are heard as the TCW Street Fight Champion makes his way thundering to the ring ready for action.)

Grant: A simple but effective entrance. Bristol is ready to BULLDOZE whoever is in his path.

Hicks: But who will that be?

Grant: We're about to find out!

(The arena goes black while the crowd is buzzing.)

Hicks: Trippy this is!

Grant: Everyone knows Bristol Bulldozer could be moments away from 1,000 days as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Or the guy who made it to 999 days. A milestone almost nobody touches in my lifetime!

(A TOTAL BLACKOUT. A single siren-like synth tone hits. Slow. Droning. Distorted. Smoke rolls across the stage as the video screens glitch between static, scrambled footage of Bristol Bulldozer's past defenses, and a black silhouette. The TCW-tron slams to white noise, then a distorted voice whispers:

“A reign built on survival ends when someone learns how you bleed.”

(The crowd erupts in confusion; as some recognize the cadence, others think it’s a debut. A spotlight snaps on at the top of the stage. A figure stands motionless,tall, hood up, wearing a cracked black-and-silver mask with claw-marks across the mouthpiece. Leather jacket. Fingerless gloves wrapped in barbed-wire tape.

Grant: It’s the hooded figure!

Hicks: This guy has created some real heat!

(In his right hand and a weapon the dented steel chair used in nearly every title defense in hardcore wrestling history! He lifts it slowly, letting the light glint off the dents, and drags it across the metal ramp.)

SCREEEEECH.

(A chilling sound that instantly gets boos. The tron now spells out a phrase in glitching letters:

“WHAT WAS STOLEN WILL BE TAKEN BACK.”

(The masked man walks with slow, predatory confidence, never breaking eye contact with the camera. Every step is deliberate. Every movement is calculated. When he reaches ringside, he stops, raises the chair… and points it directly at the camera.)

Grant: Here we go!

Hicks: It’s on like Alderon daddy!

(The lights snap to blood-red. He stands center before the ring , and the camera zooms tight on his mask. He reaches up and grabs the ropes. He leans in on the ropes from the outside. The hooded figure raises his arms back and then a voice over begins.)

This is his destiny...

This is his place...

This is his time again...

He will CONQUER ALL!!!

("Hall of Fame” by the Script with Will.I.Am hits and the crowd loses its god damn mind.)

(He tears the mask off.)

Grant: IT'S THIEF TAYLOR.

Hicks: He’s back daddy! DOUBLE CATEGORY HALL OF FAMER THIEF TAYLOR IS BACK!

Grant: This is crazy! Thief Taylor is a former Street Fight Champion back in 2005. Literally 20 years ago!

Hicks: I got goosebumps daddy! I’ve been in the ring with him! Someone better call my momma, daddy!

Grant: Thief is a multiple time World Champion and Hall of Famer. He has been all over the world and faced every big name out there!

Hicks: Now he faces the biggest and baddest of them all, momma - Bristol Bulldozer.

Grant: Not your momma.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Bulldozer looks SHOCKED.

Hicks: Imma wonder if he was expecting easy prey like Tom Jennings or Trev Barnhill.

Grant: No such luck for the Street Fight Champion, John. There are no easy matches in TCW and no easy title defences. They lock up, and Bristol IMMEDIATELY snares Thief into a BEARHUG and then takes him down with a BIG SUPLEX.

Hicks: Welcome back to the big leagues, Thief Taylor!

Grant: Bristol Bulldozer does NOT get paid by the hour, John. The Street Fight Champion is going to try to end this as quickly as possible. And the conventional wisdom that the longer the match goes on, the more it favours Thief, that's bollocks. Strength does NOT wane. Thief is going to have to outsmart and outmanoeuvre - note the limey spelling - Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma think Thief will have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Grant: If he does, he better pull them out, because Bulldozer just ROCKED him with MULTIPLE splashes to the BACK.

Hicks: This could be over as quickly as it began, momma!!

Grant: Not your-- WHAT THE HELL??? One of SANTA'S ELVES just jumped into the ring and tossed what appears to be BLACK PEPPER COCAINE in Bulldozer's eyes.

*Elf: It's Christmas dust!!!

Hicks: Imma dun think that's an elf. That's--

Grant: SANTA CLAUS just ran into the ring, and he's now SPANKING his elf. The elf is threatening to kick Santa's arse!

Hicks: That's--

Grant: THE DRIVER is dressed as SANTA CLAUS, and he just put SEAN O on the NAUGHTY LIST for trying to impersonate an ELF and interfere in this bout against Bulldozer, whom he has a well-known vendetta against.

Hicks: Now Santa Driver drags Sean O the elf out of the ring, and--

Grant: Thief Taylor takes a BUMP of the black pepper cocaine residue in the ring - he's a thief after all - and then takes advantage of this distraction with a CLOTHESLINE, FOLLOWED BY A DDT, followed by a cover.

*Ellers: 1...

Grant: Bulldozer THROWS Thief off! It's going to take A LOT more than that, John, to end almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Imma agree with that!!

Grant: Thief goes for a HANGING SUPLEX, but the size and strength advantage of Bulldozer is too much. The Street Fight Champion CRASHES on top of Thief as referee Big John Ellers makes the count.

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Thief with a shoulder up. This won't be a walk in the bloody park for Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma like walks in the park.

Grant: The Street Fight Champion picks up Thief, but the challenger retaliates with several VICIOUS kicks to the knee. Bulldozer hobbles to the ground.

Hicks: TIMBER!

Grant: Thief knocks him backward and locks in a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK. Good strategy to ground the big man.

Hicks: Will it work?

Grant: It's working so far!!!

Hicks: But for how long?

Grant: Good question, John. Thief is struggling just as much as Bulldozer. The Champion's legs are THICK like OAK TREES.

Hicks: Mah teachers used to call me THICK. Imma dun realize it was a compliment.

Grant: It WASN'T, because they were referring to your pea-sized BRAIN.

Hicks: How can mah brain be the size of a pea if it's thick?

Grant: Never mind! BULLDOZER REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: Neither can I!

Grant: Now Taylor is the one writhing in agony. He did NOT expect such a SCIENTIFIC reversal from the MEAT AND POTATOES Bulldozer.

Hicks: You dun get to almost 1,000 days without having some tricks up your sleeves!

Grant: Too right! Thief reaches for the ropes. Can he grab them? And...

Hicks: He does!

Grant: Ellers tells Bristol to break the hold, and he does so gladly.

Hicks: If Imma Thief, Imma be worried about that look on Bristol's face. It's almost feral, like one of them there wild animals Imma would see when Imma would go buck huntin with mah daddy. He would take me and mah brother, Shannan, and mah cousin Matt Willa, and we'd--

Grant: (Interrupting) Thief LEAPS up and gets right in Bulldozer's face. No fear. Only determination.

Hicks: IMMA CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Grant: Thief HOISTS Bulldozer up for the TAYLOR MADE 580, but...

Hicks: Thief's BACK just gave up!!!

Grant: A result of those NASTY splashes to the back he endured from Bulldozer earlier in this match.

Hicks: And now the Champion is primed and ready to counter!

Grant: WRECKING BALL!!! Bulldozer hits the Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: NO! Taylor kicks out!!!

Hicks: Imma in SHOCK.

Grant: Bulldozer does it again... ANOTHER Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Another kick-out!

Hicks: Imma can't believe it!!!

Grant: Bulldozer again... A THIRD WRECKING BALL!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!

Grant: NOT QUITE! ANOTHER kick-out, RIGHT before the 3.

Hicks: The fans are in shock.

Grant: WE'RE in shock.

Hicks: And so is Bulldozer.

Grant: HOW can Taylor stay in? Taylor goes for an eye gouge and NAILS it. Remember, it's legal in a Street Fight.

Hicks: Taylor slowly gets up...

Grant: He thinks this is buying him some time.

Hicks: But LOOK at Bulldozer's face.

Grant: Bulldozer is PISSED OFF! And Taylor has the wind knocked out of him with ANOTHER Wrecking Ball and a cover!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winner of the match, STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion, and will now be the first wrestler EVER to over 1,000 days with ANY Championship - BRISTOL BULLDOZER!!!

Grant: It took not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR Wrecking Balls to put Thief Taylor away. NO ONE has ever brought THAT kind of fight to Bristol Bulldozer over the past almost ONE THOUSAND days. But Bulldozer is STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion. As balloons and confetti fall around him and fireworks go off, the TCW Street Fight Champion acknowledges the fans who are applauding his HARD-FOUGHT victory, grabs the title, and whispers something about trying to find Sean O and KILL him.

Hicks: Sounds about right to me, Daddy.

~~~

EG: And the action just keeps on going at TCW: Resurrection as up next, we have a Triple Threat match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

JH: You said it Grant, no one does PPV like TCW, and we have one heck of a match coming up! Thee Storm of Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna- who LOST the Trinity Tag Titles earlier this evening will hope to go one better against the teams of their now former tag team partner NoVVa and Chip Riggle AND Total Destruction!

EG: You mentioned NoVVa and her relationship with Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna who did not break up the winning pin from the Unstables earlier tonight- and Rust Riggle was NOT happy with the way that went down!

JH: This is a goddamn powder keg, Grant!

EG: I don’t envy Patty Poundcake, not one bit! Let’s go down to Winston Marcello Salas for the introductions!

**DING**DING**DING**

(We hear the ring bell sound three times, as we move from the commentary booth to Salas in the ring.)

WS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

(The fans pop as “The Cis-Tem” by Ryan Cassata blasts over the PA.)

WS: Introducing first are the challengers! Making their way to the ring and accompanied by their manager Tommy Lowe, at a total combined weight of 405lbs…HUNTER MILLS…RICK KANE…TOTAL DESTRUCTION!

(Hunter and Kane jog down the aisle, then enter the ring to a face pop.)

EG: Talk about legacy, the sons of two of the greatest tag team wrestlers in history would like nothing more than to get their hands on the TCW Tag Titles!

WS: And their opponents, accompanied by Rust Riggle, at a total combined weight of 414lbs, NOVVA AND CHIP RIGGLE!

(The fans boo as “Born on the 4th of July” by Tom Paxton plays over the PA. Rust walks down first mouthing various threats to the camera about how Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant are going to pay, whilst Novva looks furious and Chip is assured.)

WS: And their opponents, they are the RAGE Gauntlet and TCW World Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of 395lbs…LADY GIANT…CRAZY JENNA…THEE STORM!

(The arena goes black. Lightning strikes and the thunder BOOMS. Thee Storm walk slowly to the ring. Both women climb to the top of opposite corners they call their lighthouses. They cheer on their fans. Thee Storm climbs down and readies for the match to begin.)

EG: All six competitors in the ring as Rust Riggle, who is STILL incandescent with rage tells Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna he will make it his life’s work to ensure they lose the TCW and RAGE tag titles- of course, the RAGE belts are NOT on the line tonight, this is just for the big ones! And it looks like we will see Crazy Jenna, Chip Riggle, and Rick Kane getting things under way here!

JH: Patty Pound signals the start, and the championship is officially on the line!
EG: Riggle is looking immediately uncomfortable. He wants no part of Rick Kane's intensity.

(Riggle tries to sneak to the corner to tag NoVVa, but Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him back in, following up with a heavy clothesline.)

JH: And that's the attitude of Total Destruction! They are eliminating threats in the most efficient manner possible. Riggle is being physically manhandled!

EG: Jenna is observing, John. She’s not jumping in to save Riggle; she’s waiting for the best moment. She’s too smart to get caught in the middle of that.

(Riggle stumbles up, turning into a sharp forearm from Jenna. Jenna and Kane lock eyes.)

JH: See that? That moment of acknowledgment! Thee Storm and Total Destruction have a common enemy right now: the Riggle camp! They are silently agreeing to take him out of the equation!

EG: It’s a temporary alliance, John, but a smart one. They know Rust Riggle is going to try every dirty trick in the book, and neutralising Chip is the best way forward!

(Kane focuses back on Riggle, tagging in Hunter Mills. Total Destruction isolates Riggle, utilizing quick tags and stomps.)

JH: Total Destruction is running the ropes around the younger Riggle. They are experts at cutting the ring in half and preventing him from getting any momentum.

EG: And now Mills is preventing Jenna from getting involved! He sees her climbing to the top turnbuckle and ruthlessly pulls her down, sending her crashing onto the apron! No temporary alliances in this business!

(Mills and Kane hit a vicious double-team Flapjack on Riggle. Kane covers for the first near fall.)

JH: One! Two! And Jenna dives in to break the pin! She saves Riggle!

EG: She has to, John! If Kane pins Riggle, they lose the belts! She needs to keep Riggle in long enough for her to capitalise. This is high level championship strategy!
JH: Awful rational from someone so crazy, you’d have to say!

(Jenna tags in Lady Giant, who immediately squares up with Rick Kane.)

JHL Here we go! The size and power of the 7 foot, 260lb Lady Giant now enter the fray! This is a different level of physicality now!

EG: She is one of the most imposing forces in professional wrestling, and Kane is accepting the challenge!

(Lady Giant and Rick Kane trade heavy, open handed strikes. Neither gives the other an inch.)

JH: They are just UNLOADING on each other! No flash, just fury! This is what the fans came to see!

EG: Neither Kane or Lady Giant is backing down. Kane's intensity is matched perfectly by LG's raw size. This is a true battle of the titans!

(NoVVa, seeing her chance, tags herself in on the recovering Chip Riggle, much to Rust Riggle's dismay.)

JH: Oh, NoVVa just inserted herself! Rust is upset, but NoVVa knows how to take charge! She immediately meets LG in the centre of the ring!

EG: She's doing what Chip Riggle couldn't! NoVVa is going straight for the champion! She hits a massive shoulder tackle, nearly staggering Lady Giant! Novva now goes high as Kane goes low, and Lady Giant hits the deck!
JH: Another temporary alliance Grant!

(Mills tags in and attempts a double suplex with NoVVa on Lady Giant, but LG reverses it into a huge double-clothesline, flattening both of them. Jenna tags herself in.)

JH: That was a ridiculous feat of strength! A simultaneous clothesline taking out two highly formidable competitors! Lady Giant cleared the runway there and Jenna is the perfect follow up! She's the lightning after the thunder! Total Destruction and NoVVa are both stunned!

(Jenna hits a running dropkick to Mills in the corner, followed by a high knee to NoVVa. She is absolutely fired up.)

EG: Jenna is flying! She has that look in her eye! She knows she must protect these belts because of the opportunity they represent for her down the line!
(Rust Riggle suddenly jumps up on the apron and grabs Patty Pound's arm, causing a distraction. This in turn allows Tommy Lowe to reach up and trip Jenna from behind as Mills reveres an Irish Whip. As Jenna staggers forward, Mills capitalises instantly with a vicious Spinebuster.)

EG: The managers are working in tandem to get their teams over the line! The moment Rust Riggle created a distraction, Tommy Lowe struck! Thee Storm and the fans may not like it, but it’s highly effective! Mills with the cover!

JH: One! Two! NO! Lady Giant makes the save as she crashes down with an Elbow Drop to break up the pin!

EG: LG is everywhere tonight! She is prioritizing the championship over all else. Her focus is laser sharp! This brings in Kane and he and Lady Giant begin to trade blows! Novva is back up and she clocks Mills! And Chip Riggle sees his chance as he puts the boots to Crazy Jenna! We knew this would happen at some point! It's a complete breakdown! Every single person involved is fighting!

JH: Rust Riggle and Tommy Lowe are in each other's faces! They are screaming at each other to stay out of the way!

EG: That is the epitome of the Triple Threat dynamic, John. Everyone is so focused on their own gain, they can't afford to let their temporary enemies win. And the managers are the biggest wild cards!

(Pound is able to restore some order in the ring allowing Chip Riggle to tag in legally, and he immediately sucker punches Mills from behind, then rolls him up.)

EG: 1! 2! Thr..NO! Kane this time breaks up the pin! This match is teetering towards anarchy!

JH: Chip Riggle is the opportunist tonight. He's trying to make good on his father's promise. He's looking to steal the glory while Total Destruction is worn down!

EG: He's banking everything on this moment! That world championship shot is what he lives for. He's desperate!

(Riggle signals it’s time for the Riggle Rocket, but Mills shoves him off into the ropes, where Kane drives a knee into Riggle’s back. Mills drives Chip into the Total D corner where he and Kane immediately begin working Riggle over.)

JH: The veteran execution of Total Destruction! Riggle is trapped in that corner and Mills and Kane are going to town as Rust goes nuts on the outside! And Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna are in no hurry to intervene either!

(Kane tags in legally and slams Chip to the mat, then goes to bounce off the ropes. Novva see this coming and opens the ropes, sending Kane to the outside.)

EG: NoVVa playing the bodyguard role perfectly! She has to keep Chip Riggle alive for Rust Riggle's scheme to work!

(NoVVa grabs Kane, then bounce his head off the ring apron, then accepts the tag from Chip.)

JH: NoVVa covers! One! Two!! And Lady Giant again! She pulls NoVVa off the cover! LG is the brick wall tonight!

EG: The champions are showing why they’ve been so successful- and in this triple threat match they are allowing Novva, Chip and Total D to do their work for them and only intervening when it suits THEIR purposes! Lady Giant with a sidewalk slam on Novva and now Crazy Jenna tags back in! Kane is back up, and he’s mixing it up with Jenna!

(On the outside, Rust reaches into his jacket pocket and gestures at Chip. He then throws a set of brass knuckles towards Chip- but Jenna dives across the ring and intercepts!)

JH: There's the cheating! Rust Riggle trying to hand his son the win! But Jenna with interception…and she slugs Chip as Poundcake has her hands full with Kane and Jenna! Rust is furious…and Tommy Lowe is laughing!

(Mills and Kane shouting at Lowe outside, frustrated by the number of distractions and near falls, tell him to focus.)

EG: Total Destruction is losing their focus! Tommy Lowe is telling them to cool down, but they are hyped up!

JH: If they would just stick to their game plan, they'd be champions! But they've allowed the Riggle chaos to infect their strategy!

(Lady Giant tags in Jenna and locks Kane in a massive Bear Hug, shaking him like a rag doll.)

EG: The champions are setting up the kill! Lady Giant has Kane neutralised! Jenna now has a clear opportunity to deal with Chip, who is seeing stars after that brass knuckles hit!

(Chip Riggle, in a last gasp, hits a low dropkick on Jenna. He signals to his corner.)

JH: Riggle is desperate! He knows this is his final chance!

(Rust Riggle, at this point blinded by rage and focusing only on the champions, jumps onto the apron and tries to pull Jenna's hair, but Chip rushes past, and Rust accidentally trips his own son, sending him sprawling.)

EG: NO! OH MY GOD! It was a miscalculation! Rust’s greed and need to cheat just took out his own son! What a monumental mistake!

JH: The ultimate irony! The father's desperate attempt to secure the win resulted in the son's destruction! You cannot write this kind of bad luck!

(Lady Giant immediately releases Kane, snatches up Chip Riggle, and delivers a devastating Chokeslam.)

EG: Chip Riggle is DONE! The Chokeslam was the exclamation point on his father's blunder!

(LG then barrels into NoVVa, knocking her off the apron, then decks Mills who comes running into the ring, sending him reeling back toward Tommy Lowe and into a heap. Mills and Lowe begin to argue as Mills tries to get back in the fight.)

EG: Mills and Lowe are trying to untangle themselves! They aren't even looking at the ring!

JH: Jenna is in! Total Destruction is completely unaware that the championship is about to be defended!

(Chip somehow gets back to his feet only for Jenna to blast him with her patented version of the DDT.)

EG: OH MY! Chip Riggle’s head damn near punctured the canvas! Jenna with the cover!

JH: One! Two!!

(Rust dives for the ropes and, as the referee's hand hits the mat for the three count, successfully slides Chip Riggle's boot onto the bottom rope.)

JH: THREE!!!! BUT CHIP’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES!

**DING**DING**DING**

WS: Ladies and gentlemen…YOUR WINNERS AND STILL TCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…LADY GIANT AND CRAZY JENNA…TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!!!!

EG: It's over! The bell has rung! Jenna has pinned Chip Riggle! Look at the replay, John! Look at the replay!

JH: The referee missed it! Rust Riggle got the boot on the rope just before the three count! It was an absolute accident, but Rust Riggle's quick thinking was nullified by Patty Pound's positioning!

EG: Total Destruction looks up at the screen and they are aghast! Mills and Kane are now screaming at Tommy Lowe for distracting them from the action in the ring! They let the finish happen because they were too busy arguing!

JH: Controversy reigns supreme! The champions retain the titles, but the fallout from this finish is going to be immense! Chip Riggle's opportunity for Storm Warning is gone, thanks to his own father's misplaced actions and a missed call!

EG: Thee Storm is celebrating, getting out of here fast. They know what they just pulled off. They end the year as dual champions, and now the focus shifts to Crazy Jenna's choice about the TCW World Championship. What a massive match!

JH: And look at Rust Riggle! He is beside himself! He knows he is responsible! This is a devastating end to the year for Chip Riggle and NoVVa! Total Destruction too know that this was a missed opportunity! What a crazy match…and we ain’t got no time to calm down before the next one! TCW Resurrection is ALL GO!

Grant: Up next we have one of the biggest grudge matches in the history of TCW as the man many refer to as THE GOAT of professional wrestling the Saint will take on the man who sees himself as invincible and the true best in the business The Hooded Hatstand in a TLC match that won’t be for the faint of heart.

Hicks: That’s putting it mildly DADDY! Look at all these weapons outside of the ring waiting to be used in this match and you know they WILL be used! These two fellers HATE each other like we Hicks hate proper English and people disrespecting our family jewels!

Grant: I really wish I never heard that! The Saint and Hatstand took part in the Trinity match earlier tonight with Zhu Wang as their partner and to say things did not go well for them would be an understatement as, like many expected, they did not function well as a team and did not win the Trinity tag team titles.

Hicks: Imma shocked DADDY because Dennis Mitchell said they would make a great team!

Grant: You listened to Dennis Mitchell, that’s your problem right there. NEVER listen to Dennis Mitchell. The Saint and Hatstand definitely don’t because they’d sooner destroy each other than have to work with each other. If I had to guess they are both GLAD they didn’t win the Trinity titles because the last thing they would want to do is to have to team with each other again.

Hicks: Imma sad now. I just ordered mahhhself a Saint-Hatstand tag team championship T-Shirt and now it’s worthless!

Grant: If you bought a T-shirt featuring the Saint and Hatstand as a tag team knowing how much they despise each other, you deserve to lose that money. As for the Saint and Hatstand it will not be a surprise to see them both lose a large amount of blood tonight because the violence and mayhem is going to be OFF THE CHAIN! Putting these two in a TLC match is just asking for bloodshed and maiming and you know we will see plenty of that! I can’t wait to get this match started so let’s go to Salas for the announcements!

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR NEXT IS A HIGHLY ANTICIPATED GRUDGE MATCH AND WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER TLC RULES!

(Crowd pops in anticipation)

Salas: Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, from Parts Unknown, he says if he had immunity from prosecution and given an AK-47 he’d be able to improve the state of Michigan in five minutes, here is THE HOODED HATSTAND!

(“Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus starts to play over the PA as the curtain twitches. The Hooded Hatstand suddenly storms through, chest puffed out and hands on hips as the crowd begin to boo deafeningly. The Hooded Hatstand then walks down the aisle, jaw jacking with a few fans, threatening another with the back of his hand and trying to avoid being touched. He enters the ring rolling under the bottom rope before making a beeline for the ref and tells him he’d better call a clean match if he doesn’t want his tires slashed.)

Salas: Introducing his opponent! He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs 265 pounds! He is seen by many as THE GOAT of professional wrestling, an original Hall Of Famer and the longest reigning world champion in history! He is the HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(GOAT by the Cult plays bringing a massive ovation from the fans. A large cross appears on the TCW-TRON and turns into a T, followed by the letters S, A, I and N and spells out SAINT. A large series of pyrotechnic explosions go off leaving a large cloud of smoke behind. The smoke clears and the fans erupt again as the Saint stands in the aisle.

He makes his way to the ring, shaking hands with fans, posing for selfies and signing autographs before entering the ring, staring directly at his opponent.)

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the ring and the hate is palpable between these two. Referee Big John Ellers has a very easy job in this as there are no rules and everything goes so he can just stand back and watch them beat the hell out of each other and count to three when it happens. He could call for a submission too but I don’t see either of these men willingly tapping out to the other.

Hicks: They’d sooner cut their own hands off before they did that! And cut out their tongues as well so they couldn’t say I quit!

Grant: I wouldn’t put it past them. Ellers makes sure both men are ready …. The Saint and Hatstand don’t even wait for the bell as they charge into the centre of the ring and begin beating the hell out of each other! Ellers throws his hands up as if to say why am I even here and calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand didn't waste any time as they are throwing down in the center of the ring! Hatstand fires off a big right and the Saint responds! Another one from Hatstand and another one from the Saint!

Hicks: These two hate each other more than life itself and even that isn't a strong enough descriptor of how much they hate each other!

Grant: Nothing is strong enough to accurately describe it! Hatstand reaches out and catches the Saint in the eye with his thumb! Another eye gouge and now the Saint is reeling as he tries to get his eyes right! Hatstand with a BITCH SLAP and now he drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and drives him into the corner!

Hicks: Hatstand drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and the.Hardcore Holy Roller doubles over! A double axe handle across the back and Hatstand with a KNEE LIFT to the jaw!

Grant: A quick start by Hatstand has the Saint on the defensive as he drives a knee into the Saint's midsection. The Saint drops to a knee and Hatstand screams something about the Saint being past his prime and inferior to him. A knife edge chop by Hatstand and that one echoed through the arena!

Hicks: Hatstand grabs the Saint by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner and SLAMS into the turnbuckles! Hatstand takes a second to gloat over how easy this is going to be and goes to follow up …. The Saint fires out of the corner and nails Hatstand with a SAVAGE CLOTHESLINE!

Grant: Hatstand’s gloating cost him as the Saint took advantage of it and now he has a chance to do some damage. Hatstand gets up and the Saint HEAD BUTTS him in the face and that causes Hatstand's knees to buckle! The Saint throws him into the corner and Hatstand hits the turnbuckles and the Saint follows in with a SPLASH!

Hicks: The Saint grabs Hatstand and sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Hatstand goes flying and moves to get to his feet and the Saint grabs him for a SPINEBUSTER!

Grant: The Saint covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hatstand kicks out! The Saint goes for an early win, but Hatstand kicks out quickly as this match has a long way to go before we have a winner.

Hicks: This could go on all night as these men are two of the most driven and stubborn wrestlers in TCW! They refuse to lose DADDY!

Grant: The Saint pulls Hatstand up off the mat and Hatstand surprises him with a JAWBREAKER! That stuns the Saint and Hatstand grabs him for a SWINGING NECK BREAKER!

Hicks: Hatstand quickly covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out!

Grant: A quick pin attempt by both men tells you how badly they want to win this as the egos in this match are off the chart! Hatstand grabs the Saint by the head and takes his knee down the side of his face! The Saint cringes in pain and Hatstand quickly comes off the ropes with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

Hicks: That rocked the Saint and now Hatstand puts him in a Hammerlock and scoops him up for a HAMMERLOCK BODY SLAM! Hatstand quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a BIG ELBOW SMASH!

Grant: Hatstand covers the Saint again and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out again! Hatstand is going for the quick win as he would love nothing more than to say he beat the Saint quickly to prove his superiority over him. Hatstand pulls the Saint to his feet and hits him with another BITCH SLAP!

Hicks: Hatstand doesn't just want to beat the Saint, he wants to humiliate him while he does it!

Grant: Hatstand isn't known for being a gracious winner as he loves to rub victories into his opponents faces and being able to do it the Saint would be the perfect way to end 2025 for him! Hatstand winds up to hit him with a THIRD BITCH SLAP …. The Saint reaches out and catches Hatstand’s hand!

Hicks: The Saint looks Hatstand right in the eyes and you can see he didn't care for Hatstand trying to embarrass him there!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand's hand and starts BENDING IT BACKWARDS and Hatstand is recoiling in pain! The Saint with a big knee to the gut and that takes Hatstand off of his feet! The Saint now grabs Hatstand and sends him OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! WOW!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP! The Saint sent Hatstand flying there and he landed on the floor in a heap!

Grant: Hatstand with a rough landing outside the ring and now the Saint flings himself over the top rope with a SUICIDE DIVE ONTO HATSTAND!

Hicks: That knocked Hatstand into the security railing! It didn't take long for the fight to spill outside of the ring where all the items needed for a TLC match wait to be used!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and SLAMS his head on the top of the security railing! He does it again and Hatstand stumbles away! The Saint runs up and boots Hatstand in the ribs and he did not hold back on that! He does it again and Hatstand is lifted off the floor!

Hicks: The Saint loves hurting his opponents but he definitely had some extra force in those kicks! He said he would make Hatstand feel pain he's never felt before and he's intent on making good on that promise!

Grant: A THIRD KICK from the Saint and Hatstand is knocked into the ring steps! He uses them to pull himself up and the Saint rushes into follow up …. Hatstand catches him with a DROP TOE HOLD THAT SENDS THE SAINT HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand had enough presence of mind to catch the Saint at the last second to use his momentum against him! The Saint has a nasty collision with the ring steps and now Hatstand has an opportunity to dish out some pain!

Grant: Hatstand immediately grabs the Saint by the hair and SMASHES his head into the steps! He does it again and again AND AGAIN! Hatstand is showing that vicious side of his and there's nothing Ellers can do except watch as there are no rules in this TLC match!

Hicks: Hatstand let's go of the Saint and now reaches for one of the many chairs here at ringside! The Saint is pulling himself up with the ring steps just as Hatstand moves in to BLAST HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR!

Grant: That sounded sickening! The Saint writhes in pain and HATSTAND DOES IT AGAIN! The Saint drops to the floor and now Hatstand holds the chair above his head screaming tonight is the night he vanquishes the Saint for good!

Hicks: The fans are letting him hear it and Hatstand tells the hominids, his words not mine, that he calls the Saint the Aint because he ain't going to be around after tonight!

Grant: I think I saw the Saint cringe again as he doesn't think much of that insult from Hatstand! The Saint is trying to pull himself up and Hatstand jams the end of the chair into his ribs! He does it again and the Saint is feeling the effects!

Hicks: He is no stranger to matches like this, but I don't know if he's ever faced anyone as determined to end him and destroy his legacy like Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand tosses the chair to the floor and now he hauls off with a big right to the Saint! He grabs the Saint with a front face lock and immediately pull him over to the chair where Hatstand DDT’S THE SAINT INTO IT! MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand has been laying into the Saint the last several minutes! I know the Saint has been through matches like this before but I don't know if he's faced anyone coming at him with the intensity of Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand is definitely bringing it tonight and is telling the crowd he is exposing the Saint as a fraudulent, washed up has been! Hatstand might be able to get the three count here if he was inside the ring because they can only win this in the ring, but I don't think he's concerned with getting the win right now, he's enjoying himself and wants to prolong this as much as he can!

Hicks: Hatstand is a mean dude with a mean streak fer can match and he is using it on the Saint right now DADDY!

Grant: Hatstand goes searching for another weapon to use and he comes across a KENDO STICK! He picks it up off the ground and GLEEFULLY SMASHES THE SAINT ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!

Hicks: That left a welt on the Saint’s back!

Grant: Hatstand sees the welt and stops to admire his handiwork before DOING IT AGAIN!

Hicks: This time he drew blood! Hatstand just busted open the Saint's back!

Grant: Hatstand notices the blood and he screams he wants MORE! He turns the Saint around and SMASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE KENDO STICK!

Hicks: THAT BUSTED OPEN THE SAINT'S FOREHEAD! HATSTAND HAS MADE THE SAINT BLEED!

Grant: That he has and Hatstand is doing some sort of happy dance to taunt the Saint and the crowd saying he drew first blood and there is more of it to come! Hatstand winds up and SMASHES HIM AGAIN! The Saint goes down in a heap!

Hicks: I've never seen anyone take it to the Saint like this before! This is unreal DADDY!

Grant: The Saint is clearly in the fight of his career and he needs to do something fast or Hatstand is going to end this very soon! Hatstand comes from behind the Saint and uses the Kendo Stick to CHOKE HIM! HATSTAND IS CHOKING THE SAINT OUT WITH THE.KENDO STICK!

Hicks: The only thing that would make Hatstand happier than pinning the Saint would be to choke him out!

Grant: Hatstand has the Kendo Stick right up against the Saint’s throat and now has turned it into a SLEEPER HOLD with the Kendo Stick! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint pass out here and he just might be doing it!

Hicks: Things aren't looking good for the Saint right now! Hatstand is really taking it to him!

Grant: Hatstand continues to squeeze away and the Saint is desperately trying to find a way out of this! He throws his elbow into Hatstand's midsection! He does it again! That seems to loosen Hatstand's grip but he still has the Saint locked in …. The Saint leans his head forward and then quickly brings backward into Hatstand's face! That seems to take something out of Hatstand and the Saint does it again!

Hicks: Hatstand’s grip has loosened! The Saint is fighting out of it!

Grant: Hatstand tries to tighten his grip again but the Saint begins back-pedalling and DRIVES HATSTAND INTO THE RING POST! He steps forward and then back-pedals again and SMASHES Hatstand into the ring post! Hatstand loses his grip and the Saint grabs him by the head and SNAP MARES Hatstand over! The Saint has fought out of it!

Hicks: Hatstand landed awkwardly and is slowly getting up! The Saint touches his hand to his forehead and sees the blood from the wound Hatstand opened up! The Saint looks at Hatstand SMILES! He's bleeding profusely out of his head and he is SMILING!

Grant: The Saint LOVES that he is bleeding as he LIVES for matches like this! Hatstand is back to his feet and the Saint quickly throws him over his shoulder and LAUNCHES HATSTAND HEAD FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST WITH A SNAKE EYES!

Hicks: MY GOD! He could have broken Hatstand’s neck with that!

Grant: Hatstand stumbles away from the ring post as he got rocked there! He turns towards the Saint who launches himself at Hatstand with a LEAPING KICK TO THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact sent Hatstand HEAD FIRST into the corner of the ring steps …. I see BLOOD! HATSTAND IS BUSTED OPEN!

Grant: There is a small tear in Hatstand's mask where he hit the ring steps and blood is pouring out of it! The Saint lifts one of the protective mats up and exposes the concrete floor underneath it! Saint grabs Hatstand and begins SCRAPING HIS FACE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE CONCRETE!

Hicks: The Saint is showing us that cruel side of his as he is using Hatstand’s face to PAINT the concrete with his own blood!

Grant: The Saint let's go and Hatstand is trying to get back up …. The Saint STOMPS HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE! MY GOD!

Hicks: Now blood is coming out of Hatstand’s sound like a faucet! It's everywhere DADDY!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand by the mask and viciously yanks him to his feet and drills him with a huge right! Another one and Hatstand is on wobbly legs! The Saint now lifts Hatstand up for an Atomic Drop …. THE SAINT RUNS TOWARDS THE RING POST AND RACKS HATSTAND'S MANHOOD INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

Hicks: RIGHT IN THE PLUMS DADDY! THAT'S JUST MEAN!

Grant: That's why the Saint did it! Hatstand may be wearing a mask but the pain in his eyes says everything! The Saint now falls back and DROPS HATSTAND ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE WITH A SIDE SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: The splat Hatstand’s skin made when it hit the concrete was SICK DADDY! SICK I TELL YOU!

Grant: Hatstand who just moments ago had this match under control is now getting BATTERED by one of the best to ever do it! The Saint now looks around at the weapons gathered around the ring and begins throwing them into the ring!

Hicks: Chairs! Lead pipes! Baseball bats! Chains! Everything except the kitchen sink …. Oh wait there's one of those too! You name it I guarantee you it's in the ring! And of course the tables and ladders!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and HURLS him back into the ring. Hatstand rolls to the middle and tries to get back up as the Saint hops on the apron and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF INTO THE RING WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: He wiped him out and Hatstand is down! The Saint goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT!

Grant: Close call for Hatstand but he isn't out of this yet! The Saint goes to follow up …. HATSTAND THROWS POWDER INTO THE SAINT'S EYES! The Saint is blinded and is trying desperately to clean the powder out of his eyes …. HATSTAND KICKS THE SAINT IN THE GROIN! That has to be payback for the ring post!

Hicks: It has to be! That and Hatstand isn't afraid to fight dirty!

Grant: The Saint drops to his knees in agony after that kick to the groin and now Hatstand follows up with a SHINING WIZARD! That drops the Saint to the mat and now Hatstand covers him! 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Close call for the Saint but he isn't done! But he is once again in trouble as Hatstand is in control of the mat. The Saint tries to get up and Hatstand takes a piece of SANDPAPER and starts SCRAPING THE SAINT'S OPEN WOUND WITH IT!

Grant: Hatstand is opening up the wound even deeper than it already was and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to get to the bone! Blood has now turned the Saint’s face into a crimson mask as the blood is streaming into his eyes! Hatstand now has a lead pipe and winds up and BASHES THE SAINT IN THE BACK!

Hicks: The Saint hits the mat and Hatstand is BLUDGEONING him with the lead pipe! Shots to the back, the chest, the legs, the head! Hatstand isn't holding back as he is laying a beating on the Saint!

Grant: The Saint is being PUMMELLED here as Hatstand wants to do more than beat him, he wants to end him!

Hicks: Hatstand tosses the lead pipe aside as he looks for something else …. THE LADDER! Hatstand picks up one of the ladders and SMASHES the Saint with it! He places it on the mat, opens it up and rolls the Saint inside. He closes the ladder on him and now he grabs a chair he uses to SMASH THE LADDER WITH THE SAINT INSIDE OF IT!

Grant: Hatstand is beating the hell out of the ladder with the chair inside of it! Those chair shots sound brutal as Hatstand is laying into him! He blasts him with one final shot and now he pulls the Saint out of it to the middle of the ring. Hatstand goes to the second ladder the Saint brought in and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Hatstand climbs up to the top of the ladder as the Saint lies below …. He can't be doing what I think he's going to do!

Hicks: Hatstand reaches the top and looks down at the Saint …. He IS going to do what you think he's going to do!

Grant: Hatstand positions himself at the top of the ladder, sets himself and LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER WITH A SENTON BOMB ON TOP OF THE SAINT BELOW!

Hicks: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS INSANE!

Grant: Hatstand nailed it and that has to be it for the Saint! Hatstand covers him and we get 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE! HOW DID HE DO THAT!

Hicks: Hatstand is asking himself the same question as he can believe the Saint kicked out of that!

Grant: Hatstand thought that was going to be it but the Saint is still alive and Hatstand can't believe it! He looks around the ring for something to put the Saint and he sees a TABLE!

Hicks: Hatstand’s eyes just lit up like a kid at Christmas and he goes to grab the table! He drags it to the middle of the ring and sets it up right by the ladder!

Grant: Hatstand pulls the Saint up and places him on the ladder. He slugs the Saint a couple of times to keep him from moving and now Hatstand is climbing the ladder again! He wants to use the ladder to put the Saint through the TABLE!

Hicks: If he gets this there is no way the Saint can survive this! Not even the Hardcore Holy Roller can withstand what Hatstand has planned here!

Grant: Hatstand begins climbing and he's moving slower than before as the toll of the match is catching up to him as well. He's almost to the top and Hatstand is having trouble keeping his footing! He almost slipped off the ladder but was able to catch himself!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost to the top of the ladder …. He stops! Why is he stopping!

Grant: There's a look of extreme pain on the Hatstand's face as looks down …. SALAD TONGS? THE SAINT IS UNDERNEATH HATSTAND AND HAS A PAIR OF SALAD TONGS HE IS USING TO DO A TESTICLE SQUEEZE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: The Saint is using the move the move he used to torture his long time rival Daniel Dare with, the man who regained the RAGE World Championship from at Hell's Holiday thanks to Hatstand and now the Saint is using the salad tongs on Hatstand just like he used to do to Dare!

Grant: The Saint yelling at Hatstand this is a reminder of what he did at Hell's Holiday and who he helped steal gold from him! Hatstand was seconds away from potentially a match ending move off of the ladder but his slow movement gave the Saint time to grab the salad tongs and do this PAINFUL MOVE to Hatstand! What I want to know is WHERE THE HELL DID THE SAINT GET SALAD TONGS!

Hicks: Did you actually think the Saint would come into this match without a few surprises in store!

Grant: Good point! If Daniel Dare is watching this I guarantee you he is balled up in the fetal position and is rocking back and forth thanks to the flashbacks this is giving him! As for Hatstand he is practically CATATONIC IN PAIN as the Saint uses those salad tongs to squeeze his manhood into oblivion!

Hicks: The Saint removes the salad tongs from Hatstand’s manhood but not without yanking them like he was trying to rip Hatstand’s junk off first!

Grant: Hatstand is relieved the Saint released the hold as the pain had to be excruciating! He tries to collect himself but the Saint grabs Hatstand and POWER BOMBS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE OFF OF THE LADDER! HOLY CRAP!

Hicks: HOLY SHIT DADDY! HOLY SHIT!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the debris of the broken table and now the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: My God that was CLOSE! I can't believe Hatstand kicked out of that!

Grant: The Saint is shaking his head in disbelief that Hatstand kicked out but he immediately goes right back on the attack as he pulls Hatstand off the mat for a FALL AWAY SLAM INTO THE LADDER!

Hicks: BRUTAL DADDY! Hatstand bent the ladder in half crashing into it! That had to hurt!

Grant: The ladder is a wreck and now the Saint lifts it up and SMASHES Hatstand in the back with it! Hatstand tries to get out from under the ladder to get back to his feet …. THE SAINT WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH A CHAIN!

Hicks: That opened up a gash on Hatstand's back!

Grant: Yes it did and the Saint makes the gash even bigger with a SECOND LASH FROM THE CHAIN! A couple more and Hatstand has been SAVAGELY BEATEN with that chain!

Hicks: Hatstand is writhing in pain as the Saint tosses the chain aside. The Saint reaches into a black bag and pulls out a PIECE OF CONSTRUCTION PAPER? What the hell is he going to do with that!

Grant; I have no idea what he could be thinking …. DEAR GOD THE SAINT JUST SLICED HATSTAND ACROSS HIS WOUNDED BACK WITH THE EDGE OF THE CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Hicks: PAPER CUTS! HE'S GIVING HATSTAND PAPER CUTS WITH THAT CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Grant: The Saint is SLICING Hatstand up with CONSTRUCTION PAPER and that begs the question is there ANYTHING he can't turn into a weapon! The Saint is SLICING Hatstand across his back, his arms …. BETWEEN HIS FINGERS! He is cutting him EVERYWHERE and Hatstand is writhing in pain!

Hicks: The Saint is MEAN AS HELL DADDY!

Grant: You're just figuring that out now? The Saint reaches into the black bag again and pulls out what appears to be a large SALT TABLET?

Hicks: I don't even want to think about what he's going to do here!

Grant: The Saint takes the salt tablet and places it on Hatstand's back. He lifts his foot and STOMPS THE SALT TABLET INTO HATSTAND'S BACK! IT BREAKS INTO PIECES AND THE SAINT IS NOW GRINDING IT INTO HATSTAND'S BACK WITH HIS FOOT!

Hicks: MY GOD! THIS IS SICKENING!

Grant: Hatstand continues to writhe in pain as the Saint grinds the salt into Hatstand's wounds with his foot! The Saint now pulls out a bottle of LEMON JUICE aid is POURING IT INTO HATSTAND'S WOUNDS!

Hicks: This is BARBARIC! CRUELTY FOR THE SAKE OF CRUELTY!

Grant: Yes it is and that's what makes him the Saint! He tosses the bottle aside and STOPS on Hatstand's back and he writhes in agony from the pain! The Saint reaches down and yanks Hatstand up to his feet where he hits him with a RECKONING DAY! Hatstand is down and the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT IN TIME! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: The Saint slams his fist on the mat in frustration because he thought that was it!

Grant; This match means a great deal to both of them and the Saint’s reaction showed how important it is! The Saint pulls Hatstand up and sends him into the ropes. Hatstand rebounds and the Saint catches him with a SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: The impact made Hatstand cringe after the damage the Saint did to his back!

Grant: The Saint used his back like a carving board and Hatstand is going to feel that for a while! Hatstand tries to get but the Saint clobbers him across the back with a forearm bash! Another one and the Saint is WHALING on Hatstand!

Hicks: The Saints hits him with a big knee and I think that caught Hatstand under the jaw! He drops to all fours and the Saint STOMPS ON HATSTAND'S HANDS!

Grant: Hatstand recoils in pain and reflexively stands up …. The Saint boots him in the gut and hits him with a FINAL DESTINATION!

Hicks: That is it! That has to be IT!

Grant: The Saint covers him and here's the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: That might be the closest call we've had all match!

Grant: We've had a ton of them tonight! The Saint apparently is ready to end this as he signals for ABSOLUTION! He grabs Hatstand and lifts him up on his shoulders …. Wait, what's that in Hatstand’s hand ….

Hicks: STAPLE GUN! HATSTAND JUST STAPLED THE SAINT IN THE FACE WITH A STAPLE GUN!

Grant: The Saint drops Hatstand and clutches at his face while Hatstand goes after him with the staple gun! I’d ask how he got that in the ring but at this point I'm done asking questions. I'm just watching!

Hicks: Hatstand is making sure to use EVERY STAPLE in that staple gun as he is stapling the Saint everywhere he can!

Grant: There are staples in the Saint's chest, his shoulders, his legs …. HATSTAND TRIED TO STAPLE THE SAINT'S JUNK! Fortunately for the Saint he was able to avoid that but not the staple RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE!

Hicks: The Saint is covered in staples! He'll never get through a metal detector that way!

Grant: The Saint is trying to pull out the staples in his flesh and Hatstand is slipping a piece of metal into his mask! He goes to the Saint and HEAD BUTTS HM WITH THE PIECE OF METAL!

Hicks: The Saint drops and he might be out! Hatstand covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Grant: Neither of them will stay down! You have to wonder what it is going to take to finish one of them given what they have ensured so far! Hatstand grabs the staple gun and puts several staples into the top of the Saint’s head! He now grabs a chair and places it in the centre of the ring. Hatstand now picks up the Saint and PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE CHAIR!

Hicks: And he had staples in his head when he made impact with the chair! Hatstand is not holding back with his violence tonight!

Grant: Neither of them have! Hatstand angrily boots the Saint in the head and now goes to grab another table from outside the ring. He slides it under the ropes and goes back inside to set it up in the corner and I can only imagine what Hatstand has in mind for this!

Hicks: The Saint is up and Hatstand quickly blasts him with a big right! He slaps on a headlock and DRIVES THE SAINT THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A BULLDOG! WOW!

Grant: The table is DESTROYED and the Saint isn't moving! Hatstand quickly covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME! WOW THAT WAS SO CLOSE!

Hicks: HOW IS THE SAINT HOLDING ON! HOW IS HE STILL KICKING OUT AFTER ALL OF THIS!

Grant: The Saint has been one of the toughest men to beat in the history of wrestling as he has been able to will himself to victory in situations like this! Hatstand can't believe he kicked out and now he picks up a piece of the broken table and BASHES the Saint with it!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost MANIACAL as he batters the Saint with that broken piece of table! He's screaming at the Saint to stay down and to take his vanquishment like a man! Hatstand is LOSING IT!

Grant: These men want to beat each other so badly they are almost losing themselves in the process! Hatstand hits the Saint with the table piece one last time and throws it aside. He is making it clear he feels he has worn the Saint down enough as he is signalling it’s time to end this as he goes for the S.Y.S.F!

Hicks: Hatstand has it on! He has the Saint trapped in the middle of the ring! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint tap out or pass out!

Grant: Hatstand is putting every last bit of strength he has left to try to put the Saint away! The Saint is trying to fight out of it but Hatstand isn’t letting up!

Hicks: The Saint is fighting like hell as he knows if he can’t break this hold the match is over!

Grant: Hatstand is squeezing harder and harder and the Saint is slowing down! His knees are buckling and he’s dropping towards the mat! The Saint is passing out!

Hicks: Hatstand sees this and is cranking up the pressure! He screams at the fans he’s exposed the fraud that is the Saint and he will always be better than him!

Grant: The fans are booing lustfully as Hatstand continues to trash talk the Saint as he is inching closer to victory! Hatstand screams this is a testament to his invincibility …. The Saint takes his thumb and GOUGES Hatstand in the open wound on his forehead that is exposed due to the tear in his mask!!

Hicks: Hatstand growls in pain as the Saint is pushing his thumb as far as he can into the open wound! Blood is pouring out of the wound and Hatstand lets go of the hold to pry the Saint’s thumb out of the wound …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and FLINGS him across the ring and the Saint has broken free of the S.Y.S.F!

Grant: The Saint has escaped but he is feeling the effects of the assault from Hatstand! He rises up to go after Hatstand …. SUPER KICK BY HATSTAND TO THE SAINT! The Saint drops like he was shot and Hatstand covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Even when the Saint found some breathing room Hatstand was able to connect with another big move! The Saint managed to kick out but how much longer can he hold on!

Grant: That’s a good question because even legends like the Saint have their limits! Hatstand has limits as well but right now he still has control of the match and catches the Saint as he strands with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!

Hicks: The Saint goes face down to the mat and now Hatstand grabs his legs for a CALF CRUSHER!

Grant: I’ve never seen Hatstand use this move but in a match like this against your bitter rival and an all-time great, you go deep into your arsenal to get the win! Hatstand has the Saint trapped and you can see the agony on the Saint’s face! He is trying to power out of it but I don’t know if he has the strength left!

Hicks: Hatstand is leaning back as far as he can and he is putting all of his strength into it! He wants to make the Saint tap with the whole world watching!

Grant: The Saint is again trying to power out of the hold but Hatstand has perfect leverage! The Saint looks around for an avenue of escape and he sees a small black bag nearby! The Saint reaches out for it and it’s JUST out of his reach!

Hicks: I have no idea what’s in there but the Saint seems to think it will get him out of the hold! But he has to get it first and it’s too far for him!

Grant: The Saint keeps reaching for it as Hatstand leans back and the pain is unmistakable! The Saint gets his fingertips on it and is trying to move it towards him! Hatstand torques his leg and the Saint growls angrily as pain shoots through his leg!

Hicks: The Saint reaches out again and now he has the very furthest part of his fingertips on it and is starting to pull it towards him!

Grant: The Saint gets the bag and frantically opens it up! He turns the bag over and dumps its contents on the mat under Hatstand’s head …. THUMB TACKS! The Saint just dumped a bunch of THUMB TACKS ON THE MAT!

Hicks: What the hell is going to do with those! He’s still in the Calf Crusher!

Grant: I have no idea but the Saint obviously has a plan! He leans towards Hatstand, grabs him by the throat and BASHES HATSTAND’S HEAD INTO THE THUMB TACKS! He does it again! Again! AND AGAIN!

Hicks: The Saint just turned Hatstand’s head into a PIN CUSHION!

Grant: Hatstand still has the hold on but is feeling the pain from having his head slammed into a pile of thumbtacks! The Saint slams his head into the thumb tacks again and HATSTAND LETS GO! The Saint has escaped the Calf Crusher!

Hicks: There are at least a dozen thumb tacks sticking out of Hatstand’s mask and you know they all pierced his skin!

Grant: I’ve seen thumb tacks used in countless matches throughout the years but never like that! Hatstand gets up and is trying to refocus after getting his head slammed into the mat …. THE SAINT WIPES HATSTAND OUT WITH A SPEAR!

Hicks: He hit Hatstand so hard I’m surprised he’s still in his shoes!

Grant: That was one of the most devastating spears I’ve ever seen and the Saint THROWS himself on top of Hatstand for the cover! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: These men are INHUMAN! Both of them should have taken the three count numerous times tonight but they both still keep going! What is going to take to put one of them away!

Grant: Hatstand is trying to pry himself up off the mat as he must feel like he was hit by a truck! He turns towards the Saint who grabs Hatstand by the throat and hoists him up for a CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WOW! Hatstand bounced at least a foot off the mat! The Saint put all he has left into that!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand again and here’s the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Hicks: This is UNREAL! The Saint won’t stay down! Hatstand won’t stay down! They have beaten the living hell out of each other and have done things to each other that in any other walk of life other than wrestling would land them both in the state penitentiary! But they are both fighting like hell and neither one is giving an inch! This is AWESOME DADDY!

Grant: This is indeed AWESOME and no matter how this match ends neither man is going to be the same after this! The Saint slowly gets to his feet and moves towards Hatstand as he tries to figure out how to finish him off! The Saint reaches down and pulls Hatstand to his feet …. Hatstand has a steel garbage can lid and SMASHES THE SAINT OVER THE HEAD!

Hicks: The Saint drops and Hatstand smashes him AGAIN! Hatstand isn’t done!

Grant: He’s not done but how much does he have left! Hatstand drags the Saint towards the corner and heads to the top rope! He somehow gets to the top and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: Now I have to ask how the hell is the Saint still in this! That would have put away 99 percent of the roster!

Grant: Hatstand grabs his head and is muttering to himself how the hell do I put this man away, a question asked by numerous wrestlers over the years! Hatstand pulls the Saint up and sets him up for a DDT …. The Saint breaks loose and quickly throws Hatstand on his shoulders for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Hicks: The Saint covers Hatstand gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME!

Grant: I can’t believe what I have seen from these two tonight! Lesser wrestlers would have been put away long ago and these two are going move for move!

Hicks: Both of these men have given everything they have and more! This has been a match for the AGES!

Grant: Wrestling fans will be talking about this match for a LONG time after tonight! That’s how incredible this festival of blood and guts has been! The Saint, tired and bruised, goes over to Hatstand and pulls him off the mat …. HATSTAND JUST SPRAYED SOMETHING IN THE SAINT’S FACE!

Hicks: BEAR MACE! HATSTAND USED BEAR MACE!

Grant: Hatstand used bear mace at Hell’s Holiday to cost him the RAGE World Championship against Daniel Dare! Now he’s using it again to try to blind the Saint …. It looks like he only got the Saint in ONE EYE! He got him in one eye which is now completely shut but the Saint still has one eye working! He angrily swings his elbow at Hatstand and connects with him enough to knock him backwards!

Hicks: The Saint stumbles to the corner and starts digging through a pile of weapons that are laying around! Hatstand regains his footing and begins making his way over towards the Saint, bear mace still in tow! He clearly wants to use it again!

Grant: He knows even with just one working eye the Saint is still a threat and he wants to take away any chance of the Saint winning! Hatstand raises the can of bear mace and prepares to spray the Saint again …. The Saint gets up and he has an AXE HANDLE!

Hicks: The Saint’s weapon of choice from years past!

Grant: Hatstand goes to spray the Saint and the Saint swings the axe handle at the car of bear mace and CONNECTS …. HATSTAND ACCIDENTALLY SPRAYS HIMSELF IN THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact from the axe handle caused the bear mace can to turn towards Hatstand as he prepared to spray it! He got himself instead and Hatstand can’t see!

Grant: Hatstand claws at his eyes trying to clear away the bear mace as his eyes have to be burning …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and throws him on his shoulders for ABSOLUTION!

Hicks: HE GOT HIM!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand! 1 …. 2 …. 3! THE SAINT WINS!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE TLC MATCH …. THE HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(Crowd pops)

Grant: WHAT …. A …. MATCH! That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! The Saint prevails over The Hooded Hatstand in one of the wildest, bloodiest, goriest matches I have ever seen! We knew it would be wild coming in given the hatred these two men have for each other, but it exceeded my expectations by a wide margin. Again I say WHAT A MATCH!

Hicks: That was OFF THE HOOK DADDY! These men who hate each other with all of their beings practically tried to KILL each other, and did things to each other that will have people redefine the words cruelty and torture because those definitions don’t do justice to the carnage we just witnessed!

Grant: It absolutely does not! We have seen grudge matches over the years where things we never thought possible took place, and this match might have outdone all of those. But it goes to show that grudge matches make for great matches and these two bitter enemies gave us an absolute BANGER tonight!

Hicks: You will get no argument from me! Matches like this are why I love wrestling!

Grant: Same goes for me! Medical personnel have rushed to the ring and are attending to both the Saint and Hatstand. Both men are going to need serious medical attention after this and neither of them are going to be the same after a life altering encounter like this.

Hicks: Ellers raises the Saint’s hand in victory and he immediately falls onto a stretcher the paramedics brought into the ring. Hatstand is being helped into a stretcher and is immediately being taken to the hospital. The Saint won’t be far behind and they should both be grateful TCW has excellent benefits for its wrestlers!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are going to get good use out of it after tonight! Resurrection has seen some of the most historic matches in TCW take place and we added another one to that list as the Saint defeats The Hooded Hatstand in one of the most barbaric matches I’ve ever called. The fans are giving the Saint a massive ovation as the paramedics wheel him towards the locker room and the Saint holds his arm up in acknowledgement before again collapsing on the stretcher. This match will be a very popular topic on social media tonight and all I can say is, it’s well deserved.

Grant: It’s been a truly wild and unforgettable night and we aren’t finished – not by a long way, because the top two belts in TCW are on the line in consecutive matches. KTK has to defend the Intercontinental belt NOW and then immediately defend the World title. It’s a HUGE ask.

Hicks: It sure is, Daddy, but Imma believer. Imma say she gonna do it. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: I’m FAR from convinced. Both Fir and Lorrenza have fought her many times and know what to expect. You can be sure that they’ve learnt from those experiences.

Hicks: Them there yahoos just ain’t that smart, Daddy. This here’s a Hell's Holiday rematch, you know, what we dun saw for that there TCW World Championship. Miss Kitty dun made that there ‘winner take all’ challenge – and WON!

Grant: That was THEN. It could very well be VERY different this time as she has to defend the top two belts BACK TO BACK. This isn’t an accident. Don’t forget that Lorrenza and Fir WON the right to face her. They are ON FORM and very, VERY determined.

Hicks: Imma real determined too, Daddy – determined that Miss Kitty dun gonna win.

Grant: Let’s pass things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! It will be a Triple Threat Match. Contesting for this prize ARE….

He is a member of the UnStables and is being accompanied by the lovely Desire. He is from London, England and weighs in at 250 lbs. He is the King of Vampires Lucas... Fir!

(Lights go out and a fog starts to roll in as The Devil in Our Wake by Shaman's Harvest plays (https://youtu.be/M__rsfZuytw) as the drums hits Lucas Fir appears onstage to a volley of pyro. Desire comes out next to him)

(Fir and Desire walk to the ring. Fir slides under the ring and gets to his feet as Desire slides in between the middle ropes. She stands in front of Fir and they kiss before they pose for a huge pop)

Salas: AND!

(The lights dim as "Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blares over the P.A. system. As the opening chords play out, the crowd almost instantly reacts with a chorus of cheers. A gold spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, about half way in between the actual curtain and the ring, and the camera shifts back to the ring as Winston Marcello Salas brings the microphone up to his lips.)

Salas: Making his way to the ring, he stands 6'6" tall and weighs in at 265 lbs. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California... he IS "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling", "God's Gift to Wrestling", and "The Main Attraction In The Wrestling Industry"! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "HOT SHOT" SEAN LORRENZA!

("Hot Shot" Sean Lorrenza appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire, which consists of black trunks that have a yellow "SL" logo outlined in red on the crotch and a red "Hot Shot" logo outlined in white on the buttocks, black knee and elbow pads, white wrist tape, and black boots. He is also sporting that famous cocky grin of his. The fans erupt in a sea of cheers again, which causes "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling" to flash a full, bright smile. Sean looks around, taking in the reaction with great pride before strutting down the ramp in a cocky manner and stopping inside the gold spot light. He then smirks once again, looking out into the crowd, before raising his right arm HIGH in the air, causing the reaction to grow louder!

Sean looks around again with another satisfying smirk on his face before proceeding to the ring. He then makes his way up the ring steps, through the ropes, and into the middle of the ring before dropping to one knee. Gold pyrotechnics then explode from all four turnbuckles as Sean extends his arms and holds his head up ever-so-cockily with that nasty grin appearing on his face again.)

Salas: AND your defending champion!

(Matthew Margeson’s `Damage Control' hits. Damage Control (youtube.com
The lights dim. A soft Russian accented voice intones…)
"Combining the elegance of Olde England, the mystery of Mother Russia and the passion of La belle France, we give you the one and only, the inimitable - KITTEN THAT KILLS!"
(A flash of fire and lights, in perfect harmony with the strident, pounding rhythm of her intro music proclaim her arrival. Above her the giant screen displays shots of her in scintillating action.)

Salas: There are cute cats
There are pussy cats
There are even wild cats
...And then... there’s the HELL CAT

And HERE is your very own

K! T! K!
The Kitten That Kills!!!

(The screen displays the >^,^< symbol: white on a black background. KTK stands proudly and confidently taking in the scene. She sets off towards the stage, her gait filled with all the haughty disdain of a prom queen at a nerds' convention. The crowd explode in an avalanche of BOOS, whilst a small cadre of her die hard fans still cheer loudly.
At the ring, she grabs the top rope to vault into the ring. Her gymnastic agility comes to the fore as she spins and rolls in the air to land perfectly on her feet. With her arms flung back and her impressive chest thrust forward, she takes the boos of the crowd as music to her ears.)

Grant: There are no taunting smiles from KTK tonight. She’s all business.

Hicks: Yep, on account of she her favorite belt to defend.

Grant: “Favourite”? I think she’s taken a strong liking to holding the World title, but I get your point; she does hold the record for the longest reign with the Intercontinental, so it clearly means a lot to her.

Hicks: Too darn right it does, Daddy!

Grant: Patty "Poundcake" Pound is our referee. She holds up the belt that KTK reluctantly handed over, passes it to the timekeeper and - calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: Wow, just look at the size differences: Lorrenza is 6’6”, Fir 6’ and KTK just 5’2”!

Hicks: And a half! Don’t forget that there half, Daddy!

Grant: KTK runs and hurls herself at Fir. He sways aside, but she wasn’t trying to hit him – just use him as a fulcrum. She swings around his waist and boots Lorrenza in the ribs!

Hicks: Just look at that there speed. Ain’t no way them other varmints is gonna match that. No sirree, not a dang chance. See that? She ain’t got no time for shakin’ hands! She’s on him like a crazy cat that smelled tuna, Daddy

Grant: And now KTK immediately vaults up onto Lorrenza’s back! Raking the forehead! Lorrenza is shedding blood in the first seconds of the match!

Hicks: Imma tell y’all for a darn FACT - Those claws are illegal in eighteen countries, but not here. No sirree! They sure ain’t – sure as mah name is John, but mah brother’s is Shannan.

Grant: Fir pulls her off, throws her and – NO! She lands on her feet!

Hicks: Dun y’all just hate it when cats do that. Kinda makes physics and all that there science stuff look dumb.

Grant: Right. Says my genius co-commentator.

Hicks: Sure do!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza share a quick nod. Seems like neither wants to take their eyes off KTK. They circle her cautiously, trying to corner her.

Hicks: It’s like tryin’ to trap one of them there house cats on bath day. Y’all gotta be real careful or you end up bleedin’, Daddy and not just a little bit neither.

Grant: KTK fakes left - then darts right! Lorrenza lunges. She slides beneath his arm, pops up behind him - springboard off his back - dropkick to Fir’s knee!

Hicks: She just dun used Sean as gym equipment. That ain’t respectful. Nope, not a bit of it: it’s resourceful! That’s what it is.

Grant: Fir stumbles forward, grabbing at his kneecap. KTK lands light as a feather, turning on a sixpence. Now she’s sprinting for the corner - she scales the turnbuckles like a ladder!

Hicks: She moves faster than my brother Shannan when that there bar tab dun show up.

Grant: Diving crossbody - aimed at both men! They catch her - but she shifts her weight mid-air! KTK backflips over them - lands behind - double dropkick to their backs, sending both men into the ropes!

Hicks: She juked ’em like she was made of rubber bands, Daddy!

Grant: Fir rebounds - tries to clothesline her, but she bends backwards into a Matrix dodge and HE MISSES BY INCHES! She snaps back upright - roundhouse kick - but Fir blocks! Lorrenza swings with a heavy right. KTK ducks. HE HITS FIR!

Hicks: Friendly fire happens, Grant! Not that that matters none in this here match. It’s every honcho for themselves.

Grant: Fir staggers, holding his jaw, but is still on his feet. Lorrenza looks shocked – mostly at KTK’s speed, but KTK has already launched herself. She leaps, grabs Sean’s shoulders - poison-rana! She spikes Lorrenza straight onto his neck!

Hicks: That there’s what happens when you ain’t aware of your kitty cat situation. She just dun turned the big man into a pretzel!

Grant: Lorrenza rolls out to the apron, shaking the cobwebs loose. Fir charges again. KTK sidesteps, guiding him - and he runs shoulder-first into the ring post!

Hicks: You’d think that there vamper would see better in the dark, but nope.

Grant: KTK slides under the bottom rope, avoiding Fir’s collapse. Now she’s perched on the apron - springboard-missile-dropkick to Lorrenza on the outside! The big man crashes into the barricade!

Hicks: That there barricade’s doin’ its best, but it ain’t built for beef like Lorrenza, Daddy..

Grant: KTK whirls back toward the ring. Fir tries to grab her from the canvas. She stomps on his hand, then gracefully flips over him - standing moonsault! She hooks his leg—quick pin attempt—Fir kicks out instantly!

Hicks: Not a chance that early, but she’s a-makin’ him work for every darn breath.

Grant: KTK pops up, frustrated, but here comes Lorrenza again, rushing back into the ring like a freight train - KTK scrambles, jumps, uses Fir’s shoulder as a pivot —spinning heel kick to Lorrenza’s temple! He drops to one knee!

Hicks: She jumped off Lucas like he was part of the dang furniture! She ain’t got her no allies, but she do got her some launch pads, Daddy.

Grant: Fir stands - tries to grab her again, but she grabs HIS arm, swings around his body like a vine, and kicks Lorrenza square in the face mid-spin, knocking Sean flat!

Hicks: That was a double whammy delivered with one gorgeous body! If she gets bored of wrestlin’, Cirque du Soleil is gonna kidnap her. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir finally catches her - he lifts - backbreaker attempt - but KTK slides down his back and rakes the shoulders, drawing blood!

Hicks: Yep, that there’s her Jaguar Drop. Them there claws are out! First blood on Lucas Fir. That vamper ain’t supposed to be doin’ the bleedin’, but that’s what’s a-happenin’, Daddy..

Grant: Fir stumbles forward from the pain. KTK smirks, licking her fingers—not for shock value, but to taunt him. She knows she’s getting into his head.

Hicks: She’s pokin’ the undead bear and them is real sharp pokes alright. Just ask that there vamper.

Grant: Lorrenza, bruised but furious, roars back to his feet—big boot attempt! KTK flips backward—lands ON the ropes—springboards—double dropkick, hitting both men at once! Both crash to the mat—KTK lands in a crouch, breathing hard, eyes wild.

Hicks: That whole sequence was like tryin’ to film a tornado ridin’ a squirrel. I saw it happen but Imma STILL dun fully understand it none.

Grant: The champion stands alone in the centre, both challengers down. The crowd is roaring, - roaring to encourage both Fir and Lorrenza. It’s not troubling KTK. She is smiling now, like chaos is her natural habitat.

Hicks: She’s havin’ the time of her life, Grant. Meanwhile them there varmints, Lorrenza and Fir are bleedin’; bleedin’ real good, Daddy.

Grant: They sure aren’t happy. Again they move, split apart and attempt to - Lorrenza charges! Finally! He gets his hands on KTK. He lifts her clean off the mat in one explosive motion. POWER SLAM! The champion hits hard, her spine folding on impact!

Hicks: That right there can shut down a career! Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy. Heck, that there slam was like the Earth just dun punched her back!

Grant: The crowd gasps—some fans jump to their feet, screaming at KTK to move, more – far more - are chanting for Lorrenza, sensing the shift. That was the first true power hit of the match, and it landed flush.

Hicks: And look! Folks in the front row winced like they took it. Ain’t nobody breathin’ right now.

Grant: Fir is back up, clutching the claw marks on his shoulder—blood streaking down his arm. He looks furious—and humiliated. He charges—running boot aimed at KTK’s head—

Hicks: SHE ROLLS! SHE ROLLS!

Grant: Fir’s heel SMASHES into Lorrenza’s jaw! Teeth in the fourth row!

CROWD: “OOOOOOOH!”

Grant: Just listen to that a mix of cheers and horrified gasps.

Hicks: Fir just dun gave Lorrenza a dental appointment he ain’t booked!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses sideways, clutching his jaw, eyes wide and glassy. Fir realizes the opportunity that’s created immediately—he looks down at his own boot like it has a life of its own and then looks back at KTK. Who springs up - not to run - but to attack the wound.

Hicks: She dun smell blood—LITERALLY. Like a lil’ sexy shark in boots!

Grant: KTK pounces on Fir - double rake down the back! Nails dragging from shoulder to waist—red lines split open in two clean strokes.

Hicks: Heck that ain’t wrestling. That there’s what Imma call artistic violence.

Grant: Fir yells in pain, arching his spine. KTK doesn’t let go. She wraps an arm around his neck—leaning her forehead against his ear - and laughs. The crowd is split and not equally. Some are cheering the spectacle, most are booing the cruelty.

CROWD: “KIT-TEN! KIT-TEN!” vs “YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!”

Hicks: Imma reckon she’s a-gettin’ into his mind, makin’ him feel like prey. Vamper or not, she gonna make him feel real mortal. And that’s a fact, Daddy – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza tries to rise. He’s shaking, drooling blood, jaw possibly dislocated. KTK transitions - rolls Fir into a tight inside cradle!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!!—”

Grant: Fir explodes out at 2.7, nearly flipping KTK over his head. The crowd roars in shock, and delight. Really, she almost stole the match right there!

Hicks: She ain’t a-playin’ none, Hoss. She’ll take a win with claws or math wrestling! Whatever it dun take.

Grant: KTK scrambles upright, but Fir catches her ankle - DRAGS HER DOWN - vicious elbow strike to the mouth! Blood bursts from KTK’s lip.

Hicks: That’s payment, and with plenty of that there interest!

Grant: KTK blinks—blood dripping from her chin. She licks it again—this time slow, staring Fir dead in the eyes. The building changes—crowd noise becomes a wall of energy, feeding her madness.

Hicks: That there ain’t no madness, Daddy. That’s psychological warfare. She’s a-sayin’, “You can’t hurt me—you just dun gone made me stronger.” That’d mess ME up for dang sure.

Grant: Fir, seemingly rattled, or at the sight of the blood, hesitates - and that’s all she needs. She kips up—swings her body—heel kick to Fir’s temple! He drops to a knee!

Hicks: Fir is staggered like he just woke up in the wrong dang house. Or coffin.

Grant: Lorrenza surges back into action. Blood streaking from his mouth and forehead, eyes burning. KTK tries another spinning kick, but Lorrenza catches her mid-air! The crowd explodes!

CROWD: “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!”

Grant: Sean lifts her HIGH - gorilla press - she claws at his forearms, digging deep, drawing thick beads of blood, but Lorrenza refuses to drop her.

Hicks: That there’s toughness what ya’ll just can’t teach! He’s holdin’ a wild animal, Daddy!

Grant: He throws her like a projectile—straight into Fir! KTK’s body collides - and SHE TWISTS mid-flight, turning impact into a dropkick to Fir’s chest! They both hit the mat in a heap!

Hicks: Imma dun understand me the physics of that! She got thrown and chose violence on the way down!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses to a knee—blood pouring—hands shaking. He sees an opportunity—he crawls toward KTK and drapes an arm for the cover!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!! THR’”

Grant: NO! Fir, gasping, breaks the pin with the last ounce of strength he has - pushing Lorrenza off with pure instinct! The crowd is roaring in disbelief!

CROWD: “THIS IS AWESOME!” (clap clap clap-clap-clap)

Hicks: They’re bleedin’, they’re breakin’, and ain’t nobody quittin’. This is why we love this here sport so dang much.

Grant: KTK rolls away, clutching her ribs, smearing blood over her midsection. I’m not sure whose blood anymore. Fir sits up, breathing hard, blood streaking his back. Lorrenza rises last, shaking off pain, but you can clearly see that fury building.

Hicks: Momentum dun gone shifted. In fact Imma say it dun WHIRLED, Daddy!. It’s a storm now, sure as mah name is John, but -

Grant: Three warriors—bleeding, panting—ready to kill or die for the Intercontinental Championship. And the crowd wants MORE. They don’t have to wait. KTK wipes blood from her claws with a slow swipe across her palm—her eyes gleam. She’s smiling through a split lip. She sure likes the taste of chaos.

Hicks: That there’s a grin no dentist wants to see. That’s what Imma reckon. She looks like she’s a-waitin’ for somebody to make a real bad choice, Daddy. Cuz you just KNOW she got the speed to capitalize on it.

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza lock eyes again—both of them bleeding, both of them breathing like bulls in winter air. They don’t need words. They charge as one!

Hicks: That there’s like tag-team telepathy. That ain’t right. This here’s a doggone Triple Threat! But LOOK! We got us two dang mountains rushin’ at one very angry kitten.

Grant: Double shoulder block—KTK cartwheels mid-impact, knees clitting the mat—she flips and lands on her feet AGAIN! The arena erupts—massive groans!

CROWD: “Ooooooh!”

Hicks: How?! I dun swear that there cutie ain’t got no bones. She’s made outta springs and spite. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir shoots in low - sweeping the leg - KTK finally loses equilibrium! She starts to fall - Lorrenza TIMES THE CLOTHESLINE MID-DESCENT - and takes her head off mid-spin! KTK crashes flat - her body sliding across the canvas from the force of that blow.

Hicks: That there’s a flip-to-flop situation, and that flop sure sounded more’n a mite painful.

Grant: KTK lies spread-eagled for half a second, limbs twitching from the impact. The crowd cheers as one, but then she rolls over, coughing blood.

Hicks: That there is the first time somebody made her land anywhere but her dang feet.

Grant: Fir is on her instantly - stomping with measured fury, each boot coming down across her ribs, arms, side. He’s not trying to showboat. He’s trying to end the landing streak and break her confidence.

Hicks: He’s controllin’ the cat. Them there boots is a-keep the claws from a-comin’ out.

Grant: Lorrenza steps behind her, grabs her under both arms - full nelson - lifting her like a rag-doll. KTK’s boots kick and scrape for leverage, claws slicing the air - and then she digs her nails into her own palms just to get blood on her hands.

Hicks: Heck! Imma reckon ah never dun seen that before. She’s a-smearing her OWN blood on his FACE!

Grant: She swings backward, rakes Lorrenza’s forehead with blood-slick claws, reopening and creating fresh wounds! Red sprays across her hair, his chest, the mat! The crowd goes feral—half horrified, half ecstatic.

CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Hicks: That there ain’t just pain—that’s humiliation, Daddy. Nobody wants a smaller opponent wearin’ you like a dang canvas!

Grant: Fir sees Lorrenza falter from the claws. He rushes forward, but KTK kicks the ropes with both boots, uses the tension to snap her body upward. She folds over Lorrenza’s shoulder - and DROPS BEHIND him!

Hicks: Heck! She just shed that Full Nelson like a winter coat!

Grant: KTK sprints - bounces off the ropes – rebounds - SLICING FOREARM across Lorrenza’s bloody brow! He stumbles. Fir tries to catch her. She jumps ONTO Fir’s shoulders – spins - tilt-a-whirl headscissors sending Fir flying straight into Lorrenza!

Hicks: Dang! She makin’ ’em bump into each other like two confused tractors in a corn maze!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza crash into each other, heads colliding; the blood on their faces mixing into a red smear. Both collapse to a knee. KTK senses an opening. It’s like she’s looking at prey animals staggering.

Hicks: This is the dang danger, Daddy. We dun normally see this, but Imma reckon when she dun smell all that there blood, it dun gone tun her into somethin’ real primal-like.

Grant: KTK crawls toward them, slow like a stalking animal. Her movements low, predatory. She grips Lorrenza’s jaw, dragging his face close—and licks the blood from his cheek.

Hicks: THAT THERE’S JUST PLAIN RUDE. Highly psychol-malogical, but rude!

CROWD: “KIT-TEN IS SICK!” (followed by some laughter, but mostly shock, boos and camera flashes.)

Grant: Fir lunges on instinct. He doesn’t care about strategy any more. He just wants to stop the madness – And WIN. He grabs her by the throat. Lifts her - and slams her into the corner turnbuckles so hard the ring posts shake!

Hicks: That right there wasn’t a wrestling move. That was “please stop licking people!” Yep, that’s what Imma reckon.

Grant: Fir throws her forward. Lorrenza catches her in mid-charge - Spinebuster into the mat! KTK arches, stunned, gasping for air, her claws scraping desperately across the canvas.

CROWD: “OOOHHHHHHH!”

Hicks: That there’s the sound of a cat hittin’ the ground and not likin’ it, not a darn bit.

Grant: Lorrenza looks at Fir, not with anger, but with clear purpose. He nods. Fir nods back. The alliance is absolutely, undeniably real now.

Hicks: They done got tired of gettin’ scratched.

Grant: Fir lifts KTK, her limbs limp, blood on her teeth. He’s setting up the IMPALER. The crowd senses the kill and rises. There are thousands of voices screaming together, torn between awe and disbelief.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Hicks: This move has ended a whole bunch of folk, tough, mean and real talented - and KTK, she ain’t even standin’ no more.

Grant: Lorrenza holds her steady. Fir spins her - and DRIVES HER DOWN in a vicious arc! KTK hits so hard her body bounces. Fir rolls away, exhausted, nearly collapsing through the ropes to the apron.

Hicks: Dang Nabbit! This ain’t right. She is plum WRONG, Daddy. She ain’t landin’ on her feet none after that. Ain’t nobody could.

Grant: Lorrenza is already moving. He grabs KTK by the waist – lifting -oh, this looks like the HSD incoming…

Hicks: NOOOO!

Grant: He hits it!

Hicks: And then some!

Grant: Patty’s right there. Sean covers -

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Shoulder up! Somehow KTK managed to get an arm thrown up and that took a shoulder off the mat. She survives, but I’m not sure for how long, because in comes Fir once again. He jumps to land TWO FOOTED on KTK’s stomach, exploding the air out of her. He then bends, pulls him up – INVERTED! POWER BOMB!

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: Fir now drops- with a heavy elbow to the head!

Hicks: That’s on account of him being so SCARED, Daddy. He knows that just a half chance, that’s all – just a HALF CHANCE and Miss Kitty she can turn this around.

Grant: Fir rolls her up. Small Package!

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Lorrenza! He breaks it up with a Twisting Bodypress!

Hicks: Yep, and there weren’t no stopping that, Hombre.

Grant: Bodies scatter. KTK slowly pushes up, shakes her head, dribbling blood, but both Lorrenza and Fir are back to their feet. Fir swings a boot and PUNTS KTK across the ring – towards Sean! She spins, rolls and tumbles, coming to a stop at his feet. He picks her up – easily and – Gutbuster!

Hicks: Mean, but dang smart. Right where Fir dun bash her guts. Course, that there Miss Kitty, she dun got her a core of iron.

Grant: And she’s needing every shred of that strength right now. Lorrenza stamps on her head! He again hauls her up – this time to unsteady feet. Head butt! That sends her spinning away – straight into Fir’s clutches. German Suplex!

Hicks: Powerful, but that sure took a lot out of him.

Grant: And Lorrenza takes advantage. He closes on Fir, bends to grab the ankles – But Fir kicks out!

Hicks: Blocked!

Grant: Caught! Lorenza quickly pulls Fir’s feet high and flips him backwards over the ropes!

Hicks: Darn. That there was one heck of a nasty fall and what with him being all beat up already, that ain’t gonna help matters none.

Grant: But it helps Lorrenza. He steps back and finds KTK has struggled up to all fours, despite her extensive catalogue of injuries.

Hicks: Yep, she’s a whole heap tougher’n she looks, Daddy, sure as mah name is John Hicks!

Grant: Lorrenza stamps down on her hand! Damn! That was a brutal stomp. He may well have BROKEN her hand!

Hicks: Imma guess that’s one way of ensurin’ y’all don’t get scratched to ribbons.

Grant: Sean pulls her up by the hair, swings her around behind him and then DRAGS her over to slam her into the deck!

Hicks: Yeah, but she STILL somehow managed to get them there feet out to break the impact some. Them there reflexes are WAY more’n natural. Ain’t no wonder she dun been the champ ALL DANG YEAR, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza scowls in disappointment. He expected more. He WANTED more. His disdain and hatred of KTK is well documented. So now he pulls her back up and the crowd are chanting again. They can see what’s coming.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Grant: There are some fans groaning, even cringing at what’s happening here, but most – the vast majority – just want to see an end to KTK.

Hicks: That ain’t right, Daddy. Miss Kitty is the BEST darn thing about TCW. That there is a FACT: sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza spins and HITS IT! KTK is DESTROYED! Lorrenza holds both arms high taking in the cheers of the crowd and then DROPS! Heavy Elbow to the head! He’s taking no chances.

Hicks: Coz he knows he can’t! Even a glimmer of a chance is all that Miss Kitty needs and she can turn them there tables on you.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Hicks: What? NO!

Grant: Fir dives back in to tap Lorrenza’s ankle. It wasn’t a big hit, but Sean turned and in turning pulled KTK’s arm up. Fir stands a bit unsteadily, but stands and he’s pointing at KTK and saying something to Lorrenza. Lorrenza’s brow furrows, but that grim expression slowly turns to a sick smile.

Hicks: Huh? That can’t be good.

Grant: Now Fir and Lorrenza grab an arm each and almost carry KTK to a corner. There they wrap her arms into the top rope. They then place her legs behind the bottom rope.

Hicks: Dang it! Ain’t no kicking a-happening now, Daddy.

Grant: Finally, Lorrenza ties the tag cord around her throat!

Hicks: And the referee’s allowing this?

Grant: It’s Triple Threat; anything goes. And just listen to the crowd. They’ve no compunctions about ANY of this.

Grant: But not kicks - PUNCHES! Lucas Fir gives vent to all his frustrations – all the grief that KTK has caused him, the UnStables and especially Desire, he now gets payback for. Blow after blow rains down, snapping her head left and right. Blood sprays! Now her targets the body: ribs and guts. She’s black and blue AND very red. There’s a LOT of blood on KTK right now. Fir staggers back having seemingly punched himself out. Certainly he looks dead on his feet, but KTK looks far, FAR worse. I’m sure she’s unconscious, but honestly, could ANYONE have survived that?

Hicks: Imma reckon not.

Grant: Now Lorrenza steps in and KICKS her savagely right between the legs. A stinging back chop slams into her chest! And again!

Hicks: Dang. Them tits is gonna be swelled up even more after that.

Grant: Lorrenza now rushes in to CRUSH her into the corner. And he’s STILL not done! He grabs the middle ropes either side of her and repeatedly drills a massive shoulder into her chest! And the crowd are counting along.

Hicks: He’s a-going for TEN!

Grant: And gets it! Now he unties her and she face-plants, legs still tucked behind the ropes. Lorrenza drags her away from the ropes. She trails blood as he does. He turns her over and then Schoolgirls her.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!!

Hicks: But here comes that there vamper!

Pound: -THREE!!!”

Grant: Lucas was just too spent to get there in time!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and NEWWWWWW TCW Intercontinental Champion – SEAN LORRENZAAAAAA!!!!

Grant: Sean grins through the pain and blood. He stands, claims his prize and raises it high. Meanwhile Lucas exits to be High Fived by Desire before she helps him to the back. That was a SAVAGE fight and took its toll of everyone, but KTK – she got the worst of it. Lucas played a pivotal role. He was prepared to help Sean just for the chance to pay KTK back for all the misery she’d caused him and his friends. The fans are chanting his name as he heads to the back.

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: To that Sean just grins. It’s NOT a pretty expression, covered as he is in so much blood and that swollen jaw. He doesn’t care. He got what he came for and thrusts the belt high to massive cheers.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: Lorrenza throws his arms wide, basking in the glory.

Hicks: Huh, he couldn’t get the dang job done by himself. He needed that there vamper to help him, or Miss Kitty would STILL be the Intercontinental champion – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza slowly turns taking in the cheers. Now he lowers his arms, looks down at KTK, looks down at his boot and looks back at KTK before looking up at the fans and grinning. He shrugs.

CROWD: “KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT!”

Hicks: Dang! These fans are REALLY out for blood.

Grant: KTK pissed off a LOT of people. And ...what? Listen.

(Over the PA plays A Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It? (Official HD Video)

Grant: Lorrenza points to the fans at the chorus and there’s a chant -

CROWD: “YES YOU CAN!!”

Grant: And Lorrenza gives KTK a parting shot – to the side of the head! And the crowd erupts into cheers. Now, with the belt over his shoulder, Sean exits the ring to more chants.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: He sure knows how to get the fans on board. That then brings up the question – Who will the fans cheer for next? It’s KTK – or what’s left of her – facing Sean O in the main event – WHICH – I have to say looks like being a VERY short lived affair.

Hicks: Yeah, Imma real gutted, Daddy. Just LOOK at poor Miss Kitty. She ain’t yet moved since that there beat down from Hell. How’s she s’posed to defend that there World title in THAT state?

Grant: I concede, it looks all but impossible. She’s barely conscious and has TWO black eyes. One is closed and the other nearly so. If it DOES close, she’ll be blind and have ZERO chance….. as opposed to the minimal chance she currently has. Sean O will never get a better chance than this. KTK has been served to him on a platter.

Hicks: Ain’t THAT the truth, Daddy!

Grant: Well, this promises to be gruesome, but let’s get straight into it and hand things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will be defended by KTK, who – as you can see – is already in the ring.

Grant: And that’s greeted with a mix of Boos and laughter!

Salas: Her challenger...Hailing from the mean streets of Nashua, New Hamsphire; he is the heir to the Nashua Post Office fortune and is, in his own words, the buffest 99 pound "average sized man" in the world. He parties it up like it's still 2013 as he spends all of his free time doing bong hits and scarfing down White Castle. He still needs a high chair to sit at the dinner table because he's too small for a big boy chair, and – accompanied by the Hard Man, himself, The Driver AND Healthy Hardin - he's coming to the ring to kick someone's ass. It’s ......... SEAN O!

(A light shines down on the aisle in the form of a giant marijuana leaf while ‘Because I Got High’ by Afro Man begins to play. The fans begin to jeer and laugh as Sean O, decked out in a T-Shirt that reads "THE CAPTAIN" on the front and "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" on the back. The fans point and laugh at Sean while screaming "MIDGET!" and "DRUGGIE!" at him. This pisses off the average sized bad ass who runs over and swings at the fans, but fails to connect because he's too small to reach over the guard rail. He gives up and heads to the ring. He tries to jump up on the apron but again he is too small to make the leap so instead walking up the ring steps, he makes the timekeeper give him a boost up. People continue to mock him and laugh at him to which he responds by telling them all he'll kick their asses. He then pulls out a bong, lights it up and starts taking hits before the match starts.)

Grant: I don’t believe it. Sean O is so fixated on getting his next fix, he hasn’t even noticed KTK sprawled out, face down, in the middle of the ring.

Salas: And your referee for this match – Patty “Poundcake” Pound!

Grant: Patty is looking confused – more confused than I think I’ve ever seen her. The champion is barely conscious and the challenger is off his head! So much for the Main Event being special. This is a complete disaster!

Hicks: Hey! Let’s not go getting all carried away and then some. Just look what we DO have.

Grant: And what’s that exactly?

Hicks: A mighty fine view of Miss Kitty’s perfect ass!

Grant: Oh, like we haven’t seen it EVERY time she shows up?

Hicks: Y’all just can’t get enough of a good thing. That’s what Imma say, Daddy.

Grant: Now Patty just shrugs and calls for the bell. Seems like she might be good for an early finish.

**DING**DING**

Grant: So here we go. Or not. Sean O is in absolutely no rush. In fact he’s telling Patty to just lie down so her can PIN her ass, because HE’S the Captain and she’s …. REALLY let herself go. Ugh! He thinks Patty is KTK! Matters aren’t helped by Hardin offering Patty some ‘healthy’ slimming aids. The Driver simply shakes his head in disbelief or resignation – or maybe both. Every time you think Sean O has hit an all time low, he finds a new one.

Hicks: Well, that there ref ain’t putting up with no nonsense. That’s for sure. She’s a-pointing to KTK and telling that there vertically challenged druggie who his opponent REALLY is.

Grant: So, now Sean O does a double take. Make that three. He’s looking from Patty to KTK and back. He steps towards Patty, blinking, looks like he’s trying to understand the stripes, but is too stoned. Oh wait, now he nods and stumbles over to KTK. He bends over and – ugh.

Hicks: Gropes her ass! Darn it! Imma wanted that there job.

Grant: Hardin tells Sean O to ‘Kick her ass!’. That seems to wake him up – somewhat. Oh dear, yes he ‘wakes up’ enough to turn to Patty and harrangue HER. He’s claiming it’s INHUMANE to make him work under these conditions.

Hicks: What conditions?

Grant: He’s claiming that KTK stinks worse than week old fish!

Hicks; Imma dun smell nothing like that, Daddy.

Grant: No, neither does Patty, nor anyone else. It’s clearly Sean O’s overstimulated imagination. Basically, he’s still got so many drugs in his system that he’s hallucinating. I’m pretty sure that’ll be because of all the acid.

Hicks: Imma dun like that there acid none, Daddy. It burns!

Grant: Not THAT acid, you moron! The drug ‘acid’.

Hicks: Oh. That. Nope, got no time for that neither. Dun wanna besmirch the good family name.

Grant: The Hicks good name. Right. Anyway, Patty is telling Sean in no uncertain terms to shut up and get on with it, which naturally goes down like a lead balloon.

Hicks: Ha! He’s a-telling her that no one gives the order excepting the Captain – and that’s him.

Grant: All this arguing and prevarication though, it’s giving KTK time to recover; at least, as best she can. Looking at the state she’s in, I think it will take several WEEKS for her to recover from this.

Hicks: No way, Daddy! Miss Kitty, she’s one of them there Reverends. She can recover real fast.

Grant: REVENANTS, not Reverends! And that’s only what she CLAIMS. There’s never been any unequivocal proof. Still, you have to concede that she IS way tougher than she looks AND yes, she does indeed recover quickly, but that’s academic as right now she’s stuck in the ring, having been battered black and blue and RED. She’s been absolutely brutalised; so I doubt she’ll be recovering much, if at all.

Hicks: Imma still got me some of that there faith, Daddy. Miss Kitty gonna somehow pull herself together and – oh! Maybe not.

Grant: Sean O suddenly stops, jerks upright, eyes wide and holds up a single, cautionary finger.

Hicks: Looks like he dun had him an idea, Hoss.

Grant: That’s exactly what it looks like. He turns to point to The Driver and yells at him to “Watch this, Fatty!” He then turns, holds his big nose.

Hicks: Yep, that there sure is a mighty big hooter. Sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Sean O stomps over to KTK, like some petulant child; which looks all the more ridiculous because he’s holding his nose with one hand. He walks up behind KTK, stoops and grabs the back of her thong. Now he stands on her back and leans back to pull on that latex as hard as he can!

Hicks: He’s a giving her a dang wedgie!

Grant: Wedgie? He’s trying to split her in TWO! KTK shouts out in pain and Sean O gleefully releases the thong. It snaps back loudly slapping into her flesh. KTK twists and that forces Sean O to get off her back – but he immediately steps around to start – KICKING HER ARSE! He is stomping and literally kicking KTKs bare bottom. She’s doing her best to crawl away, but Sean O is easily keeping pace and kicking her butt repeatedly!

Hicks: Dang it! We ain’t never gonna hear the end of this now.

Grant: ONLY if he can actually remember doing it and that’s far from being a given. Oh no. Now Sean O STANDS on KTK’s butt and again grabs that thong. He’s released the hold on his nose and is waving that hand in the air like he’s a rodeo rider! He’s jumping on KTK’s butt! He’s stamping. He’s pulling on that thong – which must surely snap any second.

Hicks: He’s a-hollerin’ too, Daddy. It’s a bit squeaky, but otherwise that weren’t a completely pathetic effort at a YEEE-HA!

Grant: And the Driver just slowly shakes his head in disbelief. NO! It SNAPS! KTK’s thong has snapped and Sean O falls backwards to smack down hard on his arse! He looks between KTK’s legs and - screams! Sean O scrambles rapidly backwards on all fours and then turns to run! He runs and starts to climb up the referee!

Hicks: He’s a-gibbering, all incoherent-like. Imma dun understand a word he’s a-saying, daddy.

Grant: Hold on, He’s speaking less rapidly now and “CRABS!” Sean O is screaming that the crabs are out to get him – literally OUT of KTK’s pussy: THOUSANDS of them! He’s terrified that the swarm will eat him alive!

Hicks: But Imma dun see no crabs.

Grant: Because there AREN’T ANY! Sean O is still hallucinating. Patty peels Sean O off her and he immediately runs to his corner and ascends the ropes to get his feet off the floor. The Driver is now laughing and laughing hard.

Hicks: Never mind that, Miss Kitty’s a-getting up! Well, sorta. She gotten to all fours now, but that’s a real positive.

Grant: Yes, despite the carnage heaped upon her she’s refusing to give up. Ugh, but Sean O is screaming at her to put the thong back on because the crabs – the flesh-eating, killer carbs – are STILL pouring out of her.

Hicks: Well, that ain’t a-happening, daddy, on account of HIM dun breaking that there thong.

Grant: Healthy Hardin is trying to calm him and offers him a fat roll up. Sean O snaps his head around to look at the joint, then back to the “killer crabs”, then back to the joint. He snatches it, lights it up and smokes rapidly, taking big lungful after big lungful. And...that actually seems to calm him down. He now smiles; a really stupid grin and takes another huge hit.

Hicks: Whoa! Look at THAT!

Grant: KTK actually stands. She’s unsteady, but IS standing. She staggers over to Sean O, who is simply perched on the top ropes grinning like an idiot. She steps in, grabs him by the throat and pulls.

Hicks: Faceslam! That here huge nose dun broke his fall though.

Grant: And blood sprays all around!

Hicks: It sure amuses these here fans though.

Grant: KTK almost falls as she steps back and then DOES! She drops, hitting an elbow to the back of Sean’s head!

Hicks: I think he dun gone swallowed that there spliff, Daddy.

Grant: And… nothing. KTK seems spent from that effort and Sean O seems completely dazed. Patty looks from one to the other looking for signs of life. And….

Hicks: Miss Kitty! She’s a-rolling Short Stacks over!

Grant: he’s now on his back and – oh. It looks like he has a broken nose and mouthful of tobacco and cannabis! Actually, I reserve judgement on the nose. It was a messy, ugly thing to start with; so it’s hard to tell if it actually IS broken.

Hicks: Miss Kitty’s a-covering him. Imma KNEW she could do it!

Pound: ONE! -

Grant: Hold on. LOOK! Coming quickly down to the ring – it’s -

Hicks: Rust and NoVVa!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Rust is immediately accosting Patty, demanding that she disqualify KTK for “Outraging Public Decency”, despite the fact that wasn’t her fault. Sean O stripped her of the thong. Patty turns to tell Rust that and NoVVa leans into the ring, grabs an ankle and DRAGS KTK off Sean O and out under the ropes!

Hicks: Dang! That can’t be good.

Grant: It isn’t! NoVVa has zero love for KTK and boy does it show. She slugs KTK in the stomach, then hits a European Uppercut! KTK is in no condition to defend herself. NoVVa then plants a wicked headbutt!

Hicks: Not the nose! She’s got such a cute little, button nose.

Grant: That’s now pouring blood. Now NoVVa delivers a stinging Bitch Slap! That pitches KTK along the side of the apron – which seems to be the only thing holding her up. But not now! NoVVa grabs KTK, wraps her up and – POWERBOMB, into the concrete floor!

Hicks: Well, that ain’t right. Reckon Imma gone lodge me one of them there Oh-ficial complaints, Daddy.

Grant: You do that. Right now though NoVVa scoops up a seemingly unconscious KTK and rolls her back into the ring. She nods to Rust. He waves an admonishing finger at Patty and parts with an “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” As soon as he turn his back to Patty he smiles broadly. NoVVa rejoins him and they high five before heading back up the ramp.

Hicks: And now that there Munchkin is a-getting back to his feet.

Grant: Yes, he pulls the remains of the joint from his mouth and blinks at it in wonder. Looks like he thinks it his smoke that packed the punch and NOT his opponent. Seriously, I doubt if Sean O knows whether it’s Christmas or Easter. He now turns to Hardin and holds up the remains of the spliff to ask for another! Hardin tells him that he can have one AFTER he’s kicked KTK’s ass – again. Sean O turns to see KTK sprawled out on her back.

Hicks: This dun look none too good for poor Miss Kitty.

Grant: Sean O waddles uncertainly – like a drunkard – over to KTK and drops clumsily to his knees. He looks down on the extremely battered blonde and ….shrugs. He drops forward to make the pin, resting his head on her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Huh, seems like that’s enough of a pin for that there Ref.

Grant: Likely she’s just had enough and wants this to simply end.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Looks like we have a NEW World Champi’ – NO! What the? Sean O just sat up! He had KTK dead to rights and sat up!

Hicks: Well, if that dun beat all!

Grant: Hardin is looking at him incredulously. Now she’s asking WHY. Why didn’t he pin her?

Hicks: What’s the little feller saying?

Grant: Ugh. He’s claiming he couldn’t pin KTK because her HARD, SILICONE TITS were too painful to lie on! That has The Driver in even more stitches.

Hicks: But them there tits is all Nature’s own work, Daddy!

Grant: It seems like you aren’t the only one calling Sean O’s assertions into question. Sean O angrily stands as the fans are mocking him – telling him he’s too short to actually reach ANY breasts. Sean stomps his foot angrily, although it really DOES make him seem like a toddler having a tantrum. Now he’s telling Hardin, The Driver, The referee and anyone who will listen to his nonsense that he’ll PROVE IT. He bends over and PULLS KTK’s HALTER TOP OFF!

Hicks: YEEEEE-HAAA! Imma join with these fans and celebrate the liberation of them there hooters, Daddy!

Grant: And now Sean O straddles KTK and starts to pull, push and generally grope her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Imma reckon you’re right. That there ref is real keen on this here match a-finishing and finishing real soon.

Grant: Actually, Sean O IS technically pinning her, but what a way to lose the World title – being groped.

Pound: TWO!!

Hicks: Imma dun like it, daddy, but these here fans are laughing and loving it.

Pound: THR’- NOOO!

Grant: KTK shoots up a hand. Palm strike, right under the chin! Sean O is ejected and she gets a shoulder up!

Hicks: Sean dun fall back. Miss Kitty, she rolls over and now she’s a sitting on HIM and DANG! Just LOOK at them there claws go to work!

Grant: She’s raking his face and shredding his clothes! Just LOOK at all those cuts! Now she agin slams a Palm Strike down – onto his head! That slams his skull into the mat and Sean O seems out of it!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: Come on, Miss Kitty, y’all can do it!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Despite all her many, MANY injuries KTK has fought through all the pain and humiliation and is about to RETAIN!

Pound: THRE’!!

Grant: NO!!! A plastic bottle of cola just hit Patty! Oh, and look who’s back and doing his OSCAR award winning show of innocence.

Hicks: That’s Rust Riggle! Imma know that, Daddy.

Grant: Yeah, he points at some startled fan claims that THEY DID IT! Oh, and he adds that as it was “external interference”, KTK should be DISQUALIFIED!

Hicks: Imma dun reckon Patty’s real convinced of that and she jut gone told Rust that she don’t want to see him ringside no more.

Grant: Again, Rust with the theactrics. He’s giving her the most innocent and affronted expression you could ever hope to see and while that’s happening – CHIP RIGGLE slides into the ring behind Patty and KTK!

Hicks: Now them two ain’t got a shred of love for each other!

Grant: Matters aren’t helped by the fact that Chip did NOT have the most successful of nights. Chip runs, he slides! He snaps out a kick to the back of head! She pitches forward – right into the ropes!

Hicks: No! Her throat landed right on that there bottom rope!

Grant: And Chip is swiftly up to walk up her back. He places one boot between her shoulder blades and the other on the back other head as he holds the top rope!

Hicks: And now he’s a bouncing up and down!

Grant: Just look at KTK’s face – she’s gone PURPLE! Rust continues to argue with Patty as Chip now peels a gasping KTK off the ropes. He rams a knee into her face and then drops her onto her back where he stamps on her already badly abused tits and -

Hicks: Twisting Boot Scrape!

Grant: Chip wipes his feet on her and then picks up Dean o. He sits Sean down on KTK’s face! And now, now he exits. Rust gives his son a thumbs up and proudly hugs the young man’s shoulders as they walk up the ramp. Patty turns to see Sean O sitting on KTK’s head.

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: This here’s a whole dang conspiracy! That’s what Imma say. It ain’t it. Course, Imma not complaining about her being mostly nekkid, Daddy.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: And Sean O bolts up screaming blue murder!

Hicks: She dun BIT him!

Grant: Sean O is remonstrating vehemently with Patty – instead of covering a barely conscious KTK. I think she bit him on instinct. She was desperate for air. Oh and just LOOK at that wicked red rash across her throat. That’s a nasty rope burn is that.

Hicks: Seems Sean O is now super mad. He’s asking The Driver why he’s just stood there laughing when he should be moving his FAT, lazy ass and stopping KTK from cheating – because that’s the ONLY reason she hasn’t already lost.

Grant: And The Driver gives a hard shake of that hard head. Even after all this times he still finds it hard to believe just how divorced from reality Sean O is. Hardin isn’t helping matters by questioning Patty’s integrity – wanting to know HOW she hasn’t already awarded the win to Sean O.

Hicks: Hey! That ain’t right – look! It’s that there Thief Taylor. Why’s he a-coming down.

Grant: I don’t know, but something tells me it isn’t to congratulate KTK. Thief only has ONE TARGET and that’s the top belt – wherever he goes. Currently KTK holds it; so she’s in his sights. KTK is still struggling to breathe, but that doesn’t phase Thief on e bit. He walks up to the ring and reaches in to drag her out by the hair! He shakes his head and tells her that this is a good day for her compared to what’s coming. He then rams her head into the apron! Bellringer! Now he drags her across his broad shoulders and ascends the steps. He climbs the ropes and tells the ref that he found this piece of shit trying to sneak away. He then lifts her – Gorilla Press Slam – FROM THE TOP ROPE! KTK BOUNCES! She is TOTALLY DESTROYED! Thief pauses and holds up one finger high, declaring himself Number One. He then climbs down and exits to great chants and cheers.

Crowd: THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!

Grant: really, I don’t see how this can get any worse for KTK. Oh, wait, I spoke too soon. Sean O walks over and kicks her solidly between the legs! He tells her that’ll stop the crabs from getting out. Hardin shouts that he should pin her. Sean turns and asks her what she said and why has she got a mini helicopter flying around her head. He’s lost it – not that he ever really had it tonight.

Hicks: More of them there hallucinations?

Grant: For sure, but he only needs a short lucid moment and he will win this, because it seems that KTK has an almost endless list of enemies just waiting to destroy her. Speaking of.

Hicks: Here comes Desire! Oh man, she sure looks great in all that there scarlet latex.

Grant: I doubt that KTK would agree – if she could even see that far. She seems to be fighting purely on instinct. I doubt that it’s going to be enough. Hardin I continuing to monopolise the ref’s attention, asking WHY it falls to the likes of Thief Taylor to stop KTK fleeing. And that – if Patty did her job properly all these other “concerned citizens” wouldn’t feel the need to interfere.

Hicks: Desire looks at KTK and dang – that is not a pleasant smile.

Grant: She’s telling KTK that payback is a bitch and that she’s brought all this on herself. She now ties KTK’s hair around the bottom rope!

Hicks: Them’s real skilful fingers, Daddy. She just dun wave her hair into a braid around that there rope!

Grant: KTK is going nowhere. Desire turns to leave, but NO! She turns back to slam a Hammerfist down onto KTK’s bad hand!

Hicks: That here was just plain EVIL. That’s what Imma say.

Grant: Well, it seems that you’re alone in that viewpoint as the fans felt that KTK deserved it – and everything else. Desire is getting cheered as she exits.

Crowd: DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE!

Grant: All that noise catches Sean O’s attention and he freaks out! He points at Desire and demands to know WHERE that giant hornet came from!

Hicks: Seems like that there Oompa Lumpa is in a whole different world, Daddy.

Grant: Which is the ONLY reason why KTK hasn’t already lost this match, but like I said, with her now being tied to the bottom rope, she’s going nowhere fast and Sean O only needs a moment of sanity.

Hicks: How long we got?

Grant: that’s a good question, but so is: how long does KTK have? She was in a bad state at the start of this match and it’s only got worse – FAR worse. Oh, and matters are NOT going to be helped by HIM!

Hicks: Hey, that’s Ricky Chicago!

Grant: It sure is. And HE most certainly has NO LOVE AT ALL for KTK. She’s made his life – if not exactly Hell – pretty damn miserable.

Hicks: He deserved it.

Grant: No, he didn’t.

Hicks: He sure did!

Grant: Look, I’m not going to try to use LOGIC on you. Instead I’ll focus on Ricky’s actions. As Hardin continues to argue with Patty and Sean O dances around the ring, pretending to be … well, possibly that’s a bumblebee. Let’s just go with that for now…. The Driver is almost curled up with laughter. Ricky gets ringside and pulls KTK under the ropes onto the apron. She weakly flails at him using her good hand to scratch his arm. He pays that little heed and grabs that wrist. Holding it he grabs the other and pulls both behind her into a double backhammer. Now he grabs the broken thong from the mat and TIES her wrists together – BEHIND HER BACK!

Hicks: Dang.

Grant: The fans LOVE IT. Now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E-Zrg9CB_Q is playing over the PA and the fans are chanting and singing!

Crowd: GO RICKY! GO RICKY!

Grant: Ricky slaps her butt and then shoves KTK back fully intro the ring. He then turns and calmly leaves.

Hicks: That sure ain’t right, Daddy. How’s she supposed to go and win NOW?

Grant: That’s the whole idea. She’s NOT. Oh, and now Sean O has stopped pretending he’s a bee – or whatever that was – he freezes in place and just LOOKS at KTK. Now he turns and moves as if in treacle, Seriously it’s like watching the Bionic Man as he’s in slow motion! It doesn’t matter as I’m not at all sure that KTK can even see him coming. Finally he gets to her and tells her that she has the HONOUR to be pinned by her CAPTAIN, even though she definitely doesn’t deserve it, being a filthy skank whore who harbours innumerable flesh eating crabs. Oh, but the lecture alerts KTK to where he is and she kicks a leg up! That catches the side of his head and pitches him into the ropes. The vibrations through the ropes alert her and she brings up BOTH feet to kick him – UP THE ARSE! He goes THROUGH the ropes!

Hicks: Wow, Imma real impressed with that there move, Daddy.

Grant: I don’t know where she found the energy from, but using it has left her even more depleted. She’s just lying there now.

Hicks: But Poundcake, she’s a-counting that titchy varmint out! And Sean O is sitting up and REFUSING to move! He’s sulking like a spoiled brat! Hardin is telling him to get back into the ring, but he’s refusing to move until that Diseased Crab Infested Bitch APOLOGISES! That ain’t now way to talk to a lady!

Grant: Since WHEN has KTK been a ‘lady’?

Hicks: Since ALWAYS!

Grant: Sure. Whatever. Back in the real world, Patty is counting methodically and Sean O is about to blow the easiest chance he’ll ever get to become World Champion. KTK is practically immobile, has her hands tied behind her back and is basically BLIND. He’ll never live this down if he – WAIT! Coming down to the ring. Well sort of limping actually – it’s the NEW Intercontinental Champion – Sean Lorrenza.

Hicks: Huh, we hate him. He’s dreadful – worst IC champ in forever.

CROWD: LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!!

Grant: Yep and precisely NO ONE agrees with your assessment.

Hicks: Ain’t mah fault them varmints is ALL wrong, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza grabs Sean O by the scruff of the neck and plucks him up off the floor. He carries Sean, legs dangling, back to the ring where he tosses him back in telling him to FINISH HER. Sean O rolls and rolls. He ends up at Patty’s feet and TRIES TO BITE HER ANKLES! Now he ‘barking and crawling around on all fours!

Hicks: Imma dun know what he took, but Imma dun want ANY of that, Hombre.

Grant: Everything. He took everything by all accounts and this is the price that he’s paying for it. Lorrenza shakes his head, disgusted that Sean O STILL can’t finish off KTK; so as soon as Patty hops back – to avoid being bitten – he slams down the IC belt onto KTK’s head – TWICE! NOW she looks well and truly out of it!

Hicks: Heck, Imma dun lost count of how many times she dun been assaulted.

Grant: Don’t worry about it. Certainly none of the fans here do. Oh, Sean stops barking and sniffs. Ah, Hardin has ‘cooked up’ some ‘medicine’ for him. His eyes pop wide and he stands, dusting himself down before calmly walking back to his corner. Hardin ‘discreetly’ hands him a large needle – which he immediately stabs into his arm. Instantly shivers run through his body. His eyes focus and making two fists he shouts “YES!”. Now he stomps across to KTK. He kicks her. He kicks he legs and hips and ribs! But, she’s barely responsive, so much abuse has she taken.

Hicks: Yep, this sure dun look good for her at all. Sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy.

Grant Sean O rolls KTK over and folds her legs – at the third attempt he gets a Figure Four Leg Lock! Now he’s pressing into it and hunting for a submission: not the smartest move given that her hands are tied and she’s barely conscious. Still, none of this is doing KTK any favours whatsover.

Hicks: Looks like he’s given up on that there idea. Now he’s a-declaring that he’s going to finish her with the deadliest of all deadly finishers - The STD. He’s a dragging her to that there corner and there ain’t NOTHING she can do about.

Grant: Sean backs up to get a good run. He seems really pumped up right now, laser focused on KTK and nothing else. I’m not sure what Hardin gave him, but it seems to have worked. He… WHOA! That’s a LOT of noise all of a sudden and Hardin is screaming at Sean O! But there’s just so much noise in here suddenly that Sean O doesn’t hear her – That and he has complete tunnel vision right now.

Hicks: It’s HIM! It’s that there Bristol Bulldozer! He’s a barrelling down.

Grant: The Driver laughs and shakes his head. Sean isees nothing except his victim - who he is STILL telling how badly he is going to destroy her sorry ass.

Hicks: Sean O is backed up to the far corner, for maximum impact and -

Grant: The Bulldozer just reaches in and PLUCKS him out!

Hicks: The little feller FREAKS!

Grant: He squirms. He turns. He runs!

Hicks: He eats WRECKING BALL!

Grant: That was BRUTAL and it was also revenge for all that Sean O. has done to him.

Hicks: That tiny druggie ain’t moving much after that – not unless you’re a-counting all that nervous twitching, Hoss.

Grant: Bulldozer tosses Sean back into the ring and walks away WITH HIS GOLD. It’s a certainty - he WILL now go over 1,000 days with it.

Hicks: Hey! Look at that! The rugrat ain’t dead! He’s a getting back up and staggering over to KTK. Heck, He night STILL win this – Mainly on account of KTK being all tied up and unable to move. That tends to do it most times.

Grant: Sean O hurls himself at her! A Flying Headbutt straight into – ugh – the groin! Sean Pulls himself up complaining about the stink and covers!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: It ain’t right, but there just ain’t anything she can do.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Look, she’s brought this upon herself. She’s isolated and alone and has made FAR TOO MANY enemies. This was inevitable.

Pound: THREE!

Grant: NO! KTK flips Sean off with a sudden twist of the hips! He’s on his back and she rolls on top, pinning his little arms behind her knees!

Hicks: Heck! She’s almost sitting on his dang face!

Pound: ONE!

Grant: She has little other option – her hair is STILL tied to the ropes!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Sean O is ….NOT MOVING! Either he banged his head or the drugs wore off!

Pound: THREE!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and STILL the TCW World Heavyweight Champion – K! T!! K!!!

Grant: That is met with a LOT of booing. These fans would have preferred to see Sean O win as laughable as that would have been. Speaking of laughable, The Driver is now crying with laughter! You can bet he’ll get some mileage out of this fiasco. Hardin runs around and PUNCHES KTK to get her off Sean. She pulls him out of the ring.

Hicks: And ain’t NO ONE coming to help Miss Kitty!

Grant: No, there’s no denying that she has a great many who hate her, but look; one Mason International ally in the complex organization came through. Okay, admittedly mainly because he owed Sean O some serious revenge. Still, KTK goes all of 2025 as TCW World Champion and will head into 2026 with the gold. As to how long – I wouldn’t put money on it.

Hicks: I would! There just ain’t no stopping Miss Kitty. Even with her hands tied and blind, she still dun went and won!

Grant: Against Sean O – who’d OD’d earlier in the week AND who’d just been annihilated by the Bulldozer’s Wrecking Ball! We could talk about this and all the other controversial events of the night, but our time is up. Thanks you all so much for joining. Have a great Christmas and New Year. TCW will be back in 2026 for even more treats and good cheer...unless you’re KTK it seems. Good night!

[Card]
TCW Resurrection PPV
Thursday, December 11th, 2025
Little Caesars Arena - Detroit, Michigan

Main Event
TCW World Championship
KTK (champion) vs. Sean O. w/ Rebecca Hardin


TCW Intercontinental Championship
-Triple Threat
KTK (champion) vs. Sean Lorrenza vs. Lucas Fir


TCW Street Fight Championship
-Bristol Bulldozer will go over 1,000 days officially as champion if he wins this match!
Bristol Bulldozer (champion) vs. ???????


TLC Match
The Saint vs. The Hooded Hatstand


TCW National Championship
-Fatal Fourway
Ricky Chicago (champion) vs. Johan Erikkson vs. Al Hollywood vs. Los Conquistador Magnifico


TCW Tag Team Championships
-Triple Threat
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) (champions) vs. Chip Riggle and NoVVa w/ Rust Riggle vs. Total Destruction (Hunter Mills and Rick Kane) w/ Tommy Lowe


TCW Trinity Championships
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) and NoVVA (champions) w/ Rust Riggle vs. UnStables (Desire, Man Mountain Marko and Beast) w/ Beauty vs. Samuel Manson w/ The Keeper, The Duchess and Suzaku w/ Agent White vs. Zhu Whang, The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand


[Content]
Grant: Welcome! Welcome everyone to TCW RESURRECTION! We are at Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan. This place is PACKED with thousands of action-hungry fans. So let’s not keep any of them waiting. We are kicking things off with the National Championship match as the reigning champion Ricky Chicago will defend his title against his former friend as well as fellow Mason International member due to their purchasing the Foundry, Johan Erikkson, as well as Al Hollywood and Los Conquistador Magnifico in a Fatal Fourway that promises to be a hard hitting, highly competitive match.

Hicks: You said it DADDY! These four men are gonna give us a HUM DINGER of a SLOBBER KNOCKER tonight!

Grant: I said nothing remotely close to that as hayseed is not my natural dialect. But you are correct in that this is going to be a very entertaining match. Chicago and Erikkson have not seen eye to eye recently and Chicago does not trust him at all. Hollywood and Magnifico are going for their first singles championship in TCW and they have shown they will do anything they need to do to win.

Hicks: Them fellers don’t mind bending the rules a tad and have used that to great success in their time here. Don’t be surprised to see them pull out all the stops here in order to get some gold!

Grant: Trust me I won’t as they are as ruthless as they are ambitious, so they are capable of anything at any time. One thing Chicago is going to need to look out for is that due to this being a Fatal Fourway there is no champion’s advantage. The first pinfall or submission wins regardless of who is involved in the fall so he needs to not only fend off his challengers, but he needs to be aware of what’s going on at all times even when he’s not directly involved.

Hicks: Chicago has really stepped up his game lately, but tonight is really going to test his championship mettle with these three big bad hosses going for his belt DADDY!

Grant: As much as I hate to agree with you, that was actually a solid point. Though I will demand our social media department edit out my saying that when they post video of this match to any of our sites as I refuse to admit I ever said that. With that in mind let’s hand it over to Salas for the introductions.

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR FIRST MATCH TONIGHT IS A FATAL FOURWAY FOR THE TCW NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! FIRST PINFALL OR SUBMISSION WINS AND THE CHAMPION DOES NOT NEED TO BE INVOLVED IN THE DECISION TO DETERMINE A WINNER!

(Crowd pops)

Salas: Now lets meet the competitors! Introducing first! Weighing in at 310 pounds, from Gothenburg Sweden - “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson!

(Runes to My Memory by Amon Amarth plays over the P.A. to a respectable mixed reaction from the fans. The video reel shows the silhouette of a Viking berserker in the center of the screen and the name “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson appears. The video rotates between this image and Johan’s highlight reel, including recent Trinity and National title victories and the huge powerbomb that he and other wrestlers delivered to Bahn Gemeden. Jenny Chan emerges from the back, looking beautiful, but all business in a power suit and signature red rimmed glasses. She steps to the side and gestures as if to say “here he is” as the massive Swede joins her on the ramp, bellowing out to the fans with his arms raised. Flames emerge from the sides of the ramp as the pair make their way to ringside; Chan leads the way while Johan plays to the crowd, psyching himself up along the way. At the ring, he parts the ropes so that Chan can enter and then he steps over the top rope. He climbs toe turnbuckles in his corner to bellow out to his fans, working himself into a frenzy.)

Salas: Introducing next, making his way to the ring from Gijon, Asturias, Spain, weighing in at 96kg…LOS CONQUISTADOR MAGNIFICO!

(“Twin Peaks Theme” by Angelo Badalamenti (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2lkvrMa27c ) plays over the PA and Los Conquistador Magnifico emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way methodically down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Los Conquistador Magnifico reaches the ring and leaps onto the top rope, backflipping over into the ring and stares at his opponent.)

Salas: Introducing our next competitor! Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, from The San Fernando Valley, AL HOLLYWOOD!

(“I Touch Myself” by Divinyls tarts to play over the PA as the fans begin to boo heartily. As the opening drums reach a crescendo, the curtain flies apart and Al Hollywood emerges with his left arm raised above his head, fist clenched. He walks down to the ring showing off his outrageously chiselled physique, making sure every woman in the crowd can see it. He stops briefly to taunt a fat fan boy, pointing to his abs before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. He almost skips up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope before spinning around the ring, arms extended like a propeller).

Salas: And the fourth and final competitor. From Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at 280 pounds, the TCW National Champion RICKY CHICAGO!

("Sweet Home Chicago" by The Blues Brothers play as Ricky Chicago slowly and somewhat arrogantly makes his way down the aisle to a crowd pop mixed with scattered boos.)

Grant: All four wrestlers are in the ring and each of them look ready to go. Referee “Big” John Ellers is going to have his hands full keeping control tonight.

Hicks: He definitely is going to earn his paycheck tonight. This will not be an easy match to officiate.

Grant: No it won’t and I don’t envy him for that reason. Ellers makes sure all the wrestlers are good to go and he motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Here we go and right off the bat Hollywood and LCM go after Chicago! On the previous Showdown Chicago got involved in their tag team match against the Saint and the Driver and they clearly haven’t forgotten about that!

Hicks: They got him backed into the corner and are taking turns whaling on him! Chicago is holding his own but the numbers game they have mastered is working to their advantage here.

Grant: Not for long as here comes Johan! He CLOBBERS LCM and shoves Hollywood aside which gives Chicago some breathing room, but that is short lived as Johan belts him with a forearm! Chicago fires back and now Chicago is throwing down with Johan!

Hicks: These former friends don’t see eye to eye on much if anything now! Chicago wants no part of Mason International while Johan seems to have embraced returning there. Johan goes to send Chicago into the ropes but Chicago reverses! Johan comes off and Chicago hits him with a BIG BACK BODY DROP!

Grant: Johan gets up and Chicago drops him with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! He goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hollywood boots Chicago in the head to stop the count!

Hicks: With four men in the ring that’s going to be a problem the entire match. If you want to win you are going to have to take advantage of a rare moment when the other wrestlers aren’t able to disrupt the pin or submission.

Grant: A surprisingly well thought and worded assessment from my announce partner. Good job Hicks.

Hicks: AWW SHUCKS DADDY! Imma just telling it like it is!

Grant: And just like that you ruined it. Chicago gets up and Hollywood takes him over with a SNAP SUPLEX! Johan tries to get up and LCM wipes him out with an ENZIGURI KICK! Johan drops to all fours and LCM uses the middle rope to come off with a LEG DROP to the back of the head!

Hicks: Chicago tries to stand and Hollywood quickly whips him into the corner! Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and Hollywood follows in with a SPLASH! Big impact from Hollywood there!

Grant: Hollywood steps back and hauls off with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Another one and Chicago’s chest is turning bright red! A big uppercut to the jaw has Chicago reeling and now Hollywood sends him out of the corner with a HIP TOSS!

Hicks: Johan is again trying to rise and LCM comes off the ropes with a FLYING HEAD BUTT! That drops Johan to the mat and now LCM with a STANDING SENTON to Johan!

Grant: Chicago gets to his feet in the middle of the ring as Hollywood charges him …. Chicago catches him and drives him to the mat with a SPINEBUSTER! LCM sees this and charges at Chicago with a running kick …. Chicago grabs his leg and LEG WHIPS LCM INTO HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: Chicago is showing us why he is the National Champion! He’s taking everything they’ve thrown at him so far!

Grant: Chicago goes to follow up on them only to get LEVELLED BY JOHAN! Chicago hits the mat, but is quickly picked up by Johan who PRESSES CHICAGO ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Hicks: Look at the strength of this BOSS HOSS! Chicago is a big dude but Johan picked him up like he was nothing!

Grant: Johan military presses Chicago a couple of times before SLAMMING him down to the mat! Chicago endures a rough landing and now Johan drops a MASSIVE ELBOW to his chest!

Hicks: Johan hooks the leg and covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM grabs him by the ankle and rips him off of Chicago to stop the count! LCM tries to follow up, but Johan uses his foot to LAUNCH LCM into the corner!

Grant: He almost sent LCM over the top rope to the floor! Johan gets up and Hollywood rushes at him for a LARIAT …. Johan ducks and Hollywood misses! Johan grabs him and takes Hollywood over with a SIDE SUPLEX! Nicely done by Johan!

Hicks: Hollywood gets up and Johan is setting him up for a Powerbomb …. LCM COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK TO JOHAN! WOW!

Grant: Johan is a massive man, but not even he can withstand the force of a drop kick like that as LCM got all of it! Johan is down and now LCM hits the middle rope for a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Hicks: He got it and now LCM covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO WITH A KNEE TO THE HEAD OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT!

Grant: I don't know if Johan would have kicked out of that or not, but Chicago wasn't taking any chances as he nearly mangled LCM’s face through his mask with that knee strike! Chicago picks LCM up off the mat and takes him over with a GUT WRENCH SUPLEX!

Hicks: LCM tries to push his way up and Chicago stomps him in the middle of his back! He did it again and LCM felt that one!

Grant: Chicago now punches LCM in the small of the back to dish out more pain! Chicago has a mean streak to him and he isn't afraid to use it on an opponent. He certainly isn't going to hesitate when his National Championship is at stake!

Hicks: I know I wouldn't! Gold is hard to come by in TCW and when you get it you do whatever it takes to keep it!

Grant: Chicago has shown he will do exactly that to keep his title and you know if they want to take it from him they are going to have to bring their A game to do it! LCM gets up slowly clutching at his back and Chicago picks him up for a BACK BREAKER!

Hicks: LCM is writhing in pain and now Chicago picks him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. HOLLYWOOD WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF CHICAGO’S HEAD!

Grant: Chicago drops LCM and now Hollywood grabs Chicago for a DDT! He dropped him right in his head and Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: That was the first uninterrupted cover we've had and we've had a handful of them so far. That should tell you how chaotic these Fatal Fourway matches are.

Grant: You have to keep your eyes open and look out the corner of them at all times in a match like this because you never know where someone is coming from. Hollywood quickly gets back on offence and boots Chicago in the back as he tries to stand. Hollywood shoves Chicago chest first into the ropes and he rebounds backwards towards Hollywood who smashes him in the back with a forearm. Chicago cringes in pain and now Hollywood sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX!

Hicks: Nicely done by Hollywood! Chicago is slow to get up as Hollywood has done a number on him the last few minutes. Chicago tries to get up and Hollywood runs up with a BOOT TO THE RIBS! That was NFL quality DADDY!

Grant: If that was a field goal attempt Hollywood would have been good from 60 yards! He kicked Chicago that hard! Yes I know my football!

Hicks: Women who love football are HOT, DADDY!

Grant: Now all of a sudden I hate football! Never say that again!

Hicks: Chicago is back on his feet and Hollywood prepares to charge at him …. Johan out of nowhere grabs Hollywood for a FULL NELSON SLAM! WOW!

Grant: The ring shook upon impact as that's how much force Johan got behind that! Johan is now standing across from his former ally Chicago and you can feel the disdain these two hold for each other now!

Hicks: Chicago has made his resentment for Johan clear lately and no doubt Johan isn't happy about that!

Grant: The look of anger on each man’s face tells the story as they rush at each other and begin punching the crap out of each other!

Hicks: It's like Mike Tyson and George Foreman throwing down heavyweight boxing style! We have a PRIZE FIGHT GOING ON DADDY!

Grant: Both men are landing some solid shots on each other and those punches have anger behind them as they are trying to knock each other out! Johan lands one! Now Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Back and forth they go and they aren't letting up or slowing down!

Hicks: The fans are loving this as we have two certified BAD ASSES beating each other senseless! Two superstars letting it all out as they fight each other for championship gold! You can't ask for more than this!

Grant: Johan throws another punch but this time Chicago blocks it and catches him with an upper cut that staggers Johan! Another one and Johan is reeling! Chicago hits the ropes and comes off with a FLYING BODY BLOCK on Johan that drives him to the mat!

Hicks: Chicago hooks the leg and goes for the pin! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT! Chicago wanted that, but Johan still has too much left to put him down this early!

Grant: Johan gets up only to be taken back down by Chicago with a SPINNING NECK BREAKER! Well done by the champ and now he goes to follow up …. LCM OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING LEG SCISSORS TO CHICAGO! WOW!

Hicks: Chicago didn't see him coming and LCM wiped him out! Chicago gets up slowly and LCM charges at him with a MEXICAN DESTROYER! HOLY CRAP DADDY!

Grant: LCM got all of that and now he covers Chicago! This might be it as Ellers counts 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That was SO CLOSE DADDY! I thought LCM had him there!

Grant: I did too and LCM thought the match was over! He's arguing with Ellers over the count and Ellers tells him it was only two. A disgusted LCM goes back to Chicago and drills him with a double chop to the throat! Chicago tries to catch his breath and now LCM runs towards the ropes and FLIPS towards them before bouncing off with a SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! WHAT A MOVE!

Hicks: LCM showed his agility there and Chicago took a big shit to the head from it!

Grant: He caught Chicago on the side of the head and Chicago is definitely dazed from the impact! His eyes are glassy and he is having trouble getting his footing and now LCM follows up with a BRAIN KICK to Chicago!

Hicks: DAMN! Chicago goes down and LCM covers him again! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT AGAIN! LCM slams his hand on the mat and yells at Ellers who yells back he didn’t get the three count. LCM is trying to intimidate Ellers who is the wrong man to try to intimidate!

Grant: Ellers has been around too long and has seen too much to let himself get pushed around by the wrestlers no matter who they are. Ellers tells LCM to worry about the match who offers up one last argument, I believe it was in Spanish, but whatever language it was in it sounded angry. LCM turns back to face Chicago who springs up and HEAD BUTTS LCM!

Hicks: LCM wasted time arguing with Ellers and it cost him! LCM is rocked and now Chicago grabs him and sends him into the corner with an EXPLODER! What a move by Chicago!

Grant: LCM went from being in control to getting heaved into the corner in a matter of seconds now Chicago has regained the advantage! He pulls LCM out of the corner and hoists him up for a GUT BUSTER! That took some of the wind out of LCM and now Chicago covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Now LCM is the one with the close call as he BARELY kicked out of that!

Grant: Chicago doesn’t waste time dwelling on the near fall as he picks LCM up for a FALL AWAY SLAM! LCM goes flying all the way across the ring and Chicago used all of his strength on that one! He turns to face LCM as Chicago thinks he has a chance to end this now. He moves quickly to follow up but is CUT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING BY A SPEAR FROM HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! That was so brutal I nearly SOILED MAHHSELF!

Grant: WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION THERE! AND GET HIM A NEW CHAIR JUST TO BE SAFE! But it was in fact BRUTAL as Hollywood caught Chicago at just the right angle and wiped him out! Chicago is clutching his ribs and Hollywood leaps up and comes down on his ribs with a DOUBLE STOMP!

Hicks: Chicago WRITHES in pain after that and Hollywood follows up by smashing him with several hammer fists to the ribs! This Hollywood is one mean man who likes to hurt people!

Grant: Hollywood sees a weakness and he’s wisely trying to exploit it! Hollywood boots Chicago in the ribs and now he jumps up and drops a DOUBLE KNEE into his midsection! Chicago lets out a big gasp and now Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That might be the closest we’ve gotten to three in the match so far!

Grant: Chicago is definitely feeling the pain in his ribs and Hollywood isn’t going to let up! He pulls Chicago to his feet and lifts his knee into his ribs! Hollywood does it again and now Hollywood whips Chicago into the corner!

Hicks: Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and you can see the anguish on his face! Hollywood thinks he has Chicago right where he wants him and charges in after him …. JOHAN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE! MY GOD!

Grant: How is Hollywood’s head still attached after that! Johan nearly took it off and Hollywood is on dream street right now! He is trying to stand but he can’t get his feet settled now Johan picks him up on his shoulders for a BURNING HAMMER! WOW!

Hicks: A rough landing for Hollywood and now Johan covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT!

Grant: Hollywood barely got out of that as he had just enough to withstand that Burning Hammer by Johan! Hollywood is trying to refocus himself but Johan isn’t going to give him a chance as he sends Hollywood into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM!

Hicks: Johan has thrown Hollywood around like a rag doll the last few minutes and that is not an easy task as Hollywood is not a small man! But the massive Johan is using his strength to great effect as he hoists Hollywood up for a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM!

Grant: And he made that look SO EASY! Johan might be the strongest man in all of wrestling as he does things no one else can do! Hollywood tries to stand up and Johan blasts him with an OPEN HANDED CHOP that nearly caves his chest in!

Hicks: Johan hit Hollywood so hard he is having trouble catching his breath! Those mitts are MASSIVE DADDY!

Grant: You couldn’t pay me enough to take a hit from Johan and I guarantee you there are plenty of wrestlers in the locker room who are glad it's not them in the ring with Johan! Hollywood continues to try to catch his breath and Johan looks like he wants to end this as he grabs Hollywood for the BLOOD EAGLE!

Hicks: Johan thinks the match is his for the taking and is going to try to put it away here!

Grant: Johan POUNDS Hollywood across the back with a massive forearm and his body convulses in pain! Johan now lifts Hollywood up and is going for the BLOOD EAGLE …. LCM WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF JOHAN’S KNEE!

Hicks: Johan drops Hollywood and clutches his knee in pain! He tries to stand but is having trouble putting weight on that leg …. LCM comes off the top rope with a TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE BY LCM!

Grant: And just like that the momentum changes hands in this Fatal Fourway once again! That's how quickly things can happen in these matches! Johan tries to stand up and is having trouble due to the pain the chop block caused. LCM quickly moves in and catches Johan with a HURRICANRANA!

Hicks: LCM just sent one of the largest men in wrestling flying across the ring with that move! Make sure to include that in the highlight reel later because that was AHHHHHH-MAZING DADDY!

Grant: It definitely was one of the most impressive moves of this match and I guarantee you it is going to be one of the most watched moments on social media later tonight! Johan is down and now LCM quickly goes up to the top rope! He leaps off and hits Johan with an INCREDIBLE FROG SPLASH! LCM hooks the leg and Ellers makes the count! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN SOMEHOW KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: LCM sits up and is clutching his fists in frustration as he can’t believe Johan kicked out of that! And I am right there with him as I thought this was OVER!

Grant: I did as well as that Frog Splash was PERFECT! LCM gets back to his feet and looks at Johan as he starts to rise. LCM doesn’t give him a chance as he leaps up and nails Johan with an AXE KICK to the back of the head! Johan goes face first into the mat and now LCM bounces off the ropes for a ROLLING THUNDER ON JOHAN’S BACK!

Hicks: Another great move! If anyone had any doubts about how dangerous LCM is, those doubts should be gone after watching this!

Grant: Count me as someone who always knew how dangerous he is and if you didn't realize that until now all I can say is where the hell have you been! You may not like his attitude but the man is elite inside that ring! Johan is trying to get up again and LCM is looking to put him away. LCM goes to the ropes and uses them for momentum. He bounces off and CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM! WOW!

Hicks: WHAT A SEQUENCE! Chicago came out of nowhere and caught him for that massive spike slam! He moved so fast LCM didn’t have time to slow down!

Grant: Like we said before you always have to look out of the corner of your eye in a Fatal Fourway as you never know where your opponents will come from! LCM gets up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: Rough landing for LCM and this isn’t going to be any better as Chicago hits him with a LEG DROP! Chicago covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Grant: Chicago pulls LCM by his mask and slugs him in the face with a big right! Another one and LCM’s knees buckle but Chicago is holding him by the mask to make sure he doesn’t fall! Chicago whips him into the ropes and LCM hits. LCM rebounds towards Chicago who catches him with a POP UP POWER BOMB! Great move by Chicago and now he covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Chicago was SO CLOSE to retaining his title but LCM isn’t done yet!

Grant: LCM is a hard man to keep down and Chicago is going to have to dig deeper into his bag of tricks to put him away! Chicago pulls LCM up and is setting him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago …. CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: Great ring awareness by Chicago to see Hollywood coming at him!

Grant: It’s a good thing he did because Hollywood was going full speed! Hollywood gets up and Chicago grabs him for a CHOKE SLAM! Chicago had some force behind that as Hollywood is having trouble getting off the mat!

Hicks: Wrestling is a sport where a split second can make a huge difference! If Chicago was just slightly slower seeing him Hollywood would have wiped him out. Now he is trying to fend off Chicago who is on a roll right now!

Grant: Chicago has taken control of this match and he is ready to end this! Hollywood is getting up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders! He gets a running start and hits the WINDY CITY SLAM! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: That was a THUNDEROUS WINDY CITY SLAM! This might be it!

Grant: Hollywood is down and Chicago goes to make the cover …. LCM WITH A SUPER KICK TO CHICAGO! The champion is rocked and LCM leaps up for a FACE SLAM! Chicago is down and LCM covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: A close call for Chicago and LCM can’t believe it! He goes to follow up but Hollywood has dragged himself over to Chicago and is covering him before LCM can reach him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Grant: LCM and Hollywood both look at each other as if to say what the hell, and that changes quickly to a look that says a light bulb just went on above their heads and they BOTH COVER CHICAGO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I don’t think this is legal, but ELLERS IS COUNTING! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BOWLS INTO BOTH LCM AND HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW!

Hicks: LCM and Hollywood teamed up to try to beat Chicago together but Johan was able to stop them in the nick of time!

Grant: I have no idea who would have been champion had they gotten that pin, but that would have been a problem for them to solve later! But right now they have a real problem in the form of Johan Erikkson who has gathered himself and is ready to take over!

Hicks: That’s a scary thought because Johan is the last person Imma want coming after me! Imma so scared of him I sleep with a nightlight and check under MAHHH bed every night to make sure he’s not hiding under it waiting to eat me DADDY!

Grant: You know what, I actually believe that! Hollywood gets up and Johan blasts him! LCM gets up and Johan gives him the same! Johan is taking turns drilling each of them and he has them backpedaling!

Hicks: He is giving them some big hits and Hollywood and LCM are getting the full force of them!

Grant: Johan grabs Hollywood and hoists him on his shoulders. He now ducks down and comes underneath LCM and HOISTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AS WELL!

Hicks: Johan has both Hollywood and Magnifico on his shoulders! These are not small men! HOW STRONG IS THIS GUY DADDY!

Grant: Johan with an incredible display of strength with BOTH LCM and Hollywood on his shoulders …. DOUBLE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY JOHAN!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Grant: Johan covers Hollywood and gets 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT! Johan now covers LCM and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: He got two near falls on both men but it wasn’t enough …. JOHAN ROLLS LCM ON TOP OF HOLLYWOOD!

Grant: JOHAN IS COVERING BOTH OF THEM! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO THROWS HIS SHOULDER INTO JOHAN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW THAT WAS CLOSE!

Hicks: Johan was seconds away from possibly pinning BOTH LCM and Hollywood at the same time to become the new TCW National Champion, but Chicago made it there just in time to save his title and prevent the three count!

Grant: Chicago with maybe the most important save of his title reign as Johan was INCHES away from becoming winning the National Championship! Chicago pulls Johan up and drops him with a MASSIVE LARIAT! Johan gets up and Chicago comes off the ropes with a FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! Johan gets back up and Chicago drops him with a DOUBLE ARM DDT!

Hicks: Great sequence of moves by Chicago and he covers Johan! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Grant: THAT WAS SO CLOSE! Chicago can’t believe he didn’t get it as he pulled off that Double Arm DDT perfectly! Johan gets up and Chicago with a knife edge chop to the chest! Another one and Johan is backing up from the impact!

Hicks: Chicago hits the ropes for momentum and comes off towards Johan …. Johan catches him and scoops him up for a PUMPHANDLE HALF NELSON DRIVER!

Grant: He got that so fast and this might be it! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Another close call! This match has had a million of them!

Grant: Chicago gets up and Johan hits him with a SPINNING BACK FIST! Another one and Chicago is on wobbly legs! Johan hits the ropes and comes off with THOR’S HAMMER! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: CHICAGO IS DOWN! HE MAY BE DONE!

Grant: Johan covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

Hicks: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! IMMA STUNNED DADDY!

Grant: Johan can’t believe that he didn’t get the three and frustration may be setting in for the massive Swede! Johan grabs Chicago and looks to be ready to try again to end this but LCM JUMPS OFF THE ROPES AND ONTO HIS BACK FOR A SLEEPER HOLD!

Hicks: Hollywood rushes in and begins WHALING on Johan while LCM tries to put him to sleep! Johan is trying to pry LCM’s hands loose while trying to block Hollywood’s punches but that is proving to be too tall of a task for Johan!

Grant: Hollywood is using Johan’s midsection like a punching bag while LCM continues to apply the Sleeper Hold! Johan’s knee is buckling as the punishment seems to be taking its toll on him!

Hicks: LCM is like a rabid, feral animal that got a hold of its prey! Hollywood is working him over like Johan owes him money as once again the numbers game is getting results for them!

Grant: Only one of them can win this match if either of them do but they aren’t concerned about that now as they continue to work together to beat down Johan! He is doing his best to hang on but LCM and Hollywood are tough to face single and as a duo they are even worse! Johan with a DESPERATION shove on Hollywood that knocks him backwards and he trips over his feet!

Hicks: Johan reaches behind his head, grabs LCM by the neck and FLIPS HIM OVER! Johan has broken out of the sleeper hold and is now trying to catch his breath! Hollywood goes back to him and Johan catches him with an UPPERCUT! Hollywood is knocked backwards and now Johan turns towards LCM …. LCM WITH A CODE BREAKER ON JOHAN!

Grant: Johan is rocked and now Hollywood grabs him for the CASTING COUCH! HE GOT IT! Hollywood hooks the leg and makes the cover! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO GRABS LCM AND THROWS HIM INTO HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK THE COUNT!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP ANOTHER CLOSE CALL! Chicago has to really dig deep to keep his title but so far he has been able to thwart all attempts to take the National Championship away from him!

Grant: Chicago grabs LCM and drives him into the mat with a FACE SLAM! Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago who side steps him and takes Hollywood over with a DROP TOE HOLD that sends him HEAD FIRST into LCM’s midsection!

Hicks: Chicago once again with a heads up move to avoid getting blindsided! I think we should check if he has eyes in the back of his head because if he does that means he’s an alien and he shouldn’t be allowed to compete with humans! It’s an unfair advantage DADDY!

Grant: Trust me, if suspicion of being an alien is going to fall on anyone here, it won’t be Chicago! Hollywood gets up and Chicago picks him up for a FALCON ARROW ON TOP OF LCM! Hollywood rolls to the side and Chicago covers LCM! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN PULLS CHICAGO OFF OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR A TWO HANDED CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WHAT A MOVE BY JOHAN AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

Grant: Johan is going for the win and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME! ANOTHER CLOSE CALL!

Hicks: I don’t know how many more of these my heart can take! This is INTENSE!

Grant: I’m sweating while watching this play out myself! Johan picks up Chicago and whips him to the ropes. He comes off and Johan hoists him up for a HUGE SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: That was a brutal landing for Chicago! Let’s not forget the damage he took from that spear from Hollywood earlier! His ribs have to be killing him!

Grant: There’s no doubt about that! Johan pulls Chicago up and looks to be going for BLOOD EAGLE again! Chicago survived the last one but I don’t think he can survive a second one!

Hicks: Not with how banged up his ribs are! If Johan gets this, Chicago is done! No question about it DADDY!

Grant: Johan pulls Chicago up and is going for Blood Eagle …. Chicago blocks it! Johan tries again and again Chicago blocks him!

Hicks: Chicago may be hurting but he isn’t giving up! He’s been able to power through those wounded ribs so far, can he keep it going!

Grant: Johan tries a third time and Chicago raises his head up and blasts Johan in the chin! That stuns him and now Chicago pulls Johan’s legs out from under him and SLINGSHOTS JOHAN INTO THE CORNER!

Hicks: Johan went HEAD FIRST into the top turnbuckle! He’s DAZED!

Grant: Johan stumbles out of the corner and Chicago grabs him for a ROLL UP! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BARELY KICKS OUT OF IT BEFORE THREE!

Hicks: ELLERS HAND WAS ABOUT TO HIT THREE WHEN JOHAN KICKED OUT! YOU CAN’T GET ANY CLOSER THAN THAT, DADDY!

Grant: Johan gets up after the roll up to go after Chicago SLING BLADE! CHICAGO GOT HIM WITH A SLING BLADE!

Hicks: He got him good and now Chicago is going for the WINDY CITY SLAM! He wants to end this now!

Grant: Chicago pulls Johan up off the mat and tries to pick him up for the Windy City Slam …. He grabs his ribs in pain! He tries again and yet again the pain gets to him!

Hicks: I don’t know if his ribs are bruised, cracked or broken but normally Chicago can pick Johan up with no problem and his ribs aren’t cooperating with him!

Grant: Chicago is struggling to get Johan over his shoulder for the Windy City Slam and now both Hollywood and LCM are getting to their feet!

Hicks: Hollywood is the first one up and he sees Chicago trying to get Johan up for the Windy City Slam. He moves towards them to break it up but LCM grabs his arm to stop him!

Grant: What the hell is LCM doing! Why is he stopping Hollywood from going after Chicago!

Hicks: LCM is telling Hollywood he has an idea and to follow his lead! What is he talking about!

Grant: Hollywood is looking at LCM like he’s crazy and now LCM LAYS DOWN on the mat! He now yells at Hollywood to COVER HIM!

Hicks: LCM is laying down for Hollywood to pin! He wants Hollywood to pin him!

Grant: A sneering smile appears on Hollywood’s face as he drops down to cover LCM! Chicago is too tied up with Johan to notice what’s going on!

Hicks: Ellers isn’t and he goes over to make the count!

Grant: Chicago finally notices it as Ellers begins counting as Chicago tries to make it over to stop! 1 …. 2 …. 3! HOLLYWOOD PINS LCM BEFORE CHICAGO CAN BREAK IT UP! HOLLYWOOD IS THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION …. AL HOLLYWOOD!

(Crowd responds with deafening boos)

Grant: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Los Conquistador Magnifico LAID DOWN for Al Hollywood and took the pin while Chicago was tied up with Johan and now AL HOLLYWOOD is the NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION after he and Magnifico came up with a plan to SCAM ALL OF US and all I can say is we should have seen it coming!

Hicks: Yes we should have! It's sneaky! It's underhanded! It’s dirty pool at its worst! That said, it’s NOT ILLEGAL! Like it or not, it is WELL WITHIN THE RULES and Hollywood and Magnifico played all of us for fools and Hollywood is walking out with singles gold for the first time in TCW!

Grant: Hollywood grabs the belt from Ellers and immediately leaves the ring with LCM while an IRATE Chicago is ready to SNAP! The title he worked so hard to win and so hard to defend is gone thanks to an underhanded, yet LEGAL tactic, and some out there will say brilliant and in its own way, it is, from Hollywood and LCM!

Hicks: Chicago is cursing up a blue streak worse than I’ve ever heard him say because he is PISSED!

Grant: Johan isn’t happy either as he is staring daggers through Hollywood and LCM as they celebrate! And believe me they are CELEBRATING as they pulled off what may be the scam of the year and they are PROUD OF IT as their motto is clearly whatever it takes to win!

Hicks: It may be a scam but again it's LEGAL! Say what you want about it but it wasn’t cheating! They took advantage of the situation in the ring and now Hollywood has gold because, quite frankly, he and LCM OUTSMARTED everyone!

Grant: It was definitely a heads up move, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it! Hollywood and LCM are strutting their stuff as they head back to the locker room while Chicago is still cursing up a storm in the ring! Hollywood is holding up the National Championship belt above his head and now the question is will he hold onto it or will he trade it in for a chance to compete for the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning against whoever the TCW World Champion is at that time!

Hicks: That’s a big decision and one he should not make lightly!

Grant: No he shouldn’t, but until he does have to decide Hollywood is going to enjoy this win as he is the new TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

~~~

Grant: This next match will be for the Trinity Tag Team Championship as four teams will vie for this prize.

Hicks: Teams or singles wrestlers that were thrown together by the office?

Grant: Both. Let’s go to the ring.

*Salas: This next match is for the Trinity Tag Team Championship! Introducing first….the team of ZHU WANG, THE HOODED HATSTAND, and THE SAINT!

(All three enter the ring separately to their own music. The fans boo Zhu and The Hooded Hatstand heavily during their entrances while the fans blow the roof off the building when The Saint makes his entrance. All three keep their distance from each other as they enter the ring but taunt each other.)

Grant: The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are already arguing and this match hasn’t even started.

Hicks: Did you really expect the Saint to keep his mouth shut?

Grant: Zhu Wang is telling them to shut up and now both of them are turning their attention to him.

Hicks: Something tells me that this won’t end well.

Grant: Zhu Wang thought he was the leader of the International Exchange, but something tells me that these two partners of his are not receptive to that idea.

*Salas: The next team is the team of SUZAKU, THE DUCHESS, and SAMUEL MANSON!

(They also enter the ring with separate entrances. Manson and Duchess enter the ring in one corner as Suzaku keeps his distance from his partners.)

Hicks: Samuel Manson is the newest member of MI.

Grants: MI?

Hicks: That’s short for Mason International if you’re not aware. This company has big plans for 2026 as they have recently rebranded.

Grant: This is another dysfunctional team as we see The Duchess talking smack to Suzaku who is talking smack to The Keeper and Manson.

Hicks: What a pressure cooker this match is already and we haven’t even started!

Grant: We’re only halfway through the intros!

(Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing https://youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE as the arena darknens to a spotlight. Beauty appears on the stage and points to the rin, laughing, then the guitar hits)

*Salas: Introducing next, MAN MOUNTAIN MARKO, THE BEAST, and DESIRE……THE UNSTABLES!

(The UnStables appear on Tron in red block letters. Beast then Marko appears from the back as Salas makes the intro. They are followed by Desire. The stalk to the ring being led by Beauty. At ringside Beast goes left, Marko goes right and Desire stays center with Beauty. Booth Marko and Beast go over the top rope with ease and Beauty goes under the top rope. They appear at the center for a huge pop, then to there corner for a final strategy with Beauty.)

*Salas: And now, introducing the TCW Trinity Tag Team Champions….CRAZY JENNA and LADY GIANT…..collectively known as THEE STORM…..and their partner, NOVVA!

(NoVVa and Rust Riggle enter the ring as the fans mostly boo them as they make their way to the ring. A nice crowd pop erupts as Thee Storm makes their way to the ring.)

Hicks: Speaking of dysfunctional teams…..

Grant: This is like a powder keg waiting to explode. There are so many people at odds with their own partners in this match, let alone their opponents. Saint and Hatstand, Saint and Zhu Wang. Both Jenna and Lady Giant have had their issues with NoVVa. Suzaku has had issues with Samuel Manson and The Duchess.

Hicks: That’s not to mention the issues between the various teams themselves.

Grant: That’s true. There are people from the Unstables and people from Mason International and we know they’re not friendly.

Hicks: They’re at WAR!

Grant: Something tells me that this match will be a war.

Grant: Patty Poundcake calls for the bell and this Trinity Tag Team Championship bout is underway! The crowd is buzzing, four teams, combustible alliances, and only one fall to decide the gold. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can feel the stakes in the air as the wrestlers size each other up.

Hicks: Oh please, Grant. Half these clowns don’t even belong in the ring. Look at Thee Storm — they’re already glaring at NoVVa like she stole their lunch money. Rust Riggle’s screaming at them to cooperate, but I say let her run wild. She’s the only one in that trio with any brains.

Grant: Desire steps forward to start against Crazy Jenna. Collar‑and‑elbow tie‑up, Desire slips behind with a waistlock, but Jenna counters with a standing switch. Desire rolls through, quick arm drag! The crowd pops for the UnStables’ cohesion. Beauty claps proudly at ringside, rallying her team.

Hicks: Cohesion? Please. Desire’s just showing off, strutting around like she’s auditioning for a music video.

Grant: Jenna kips up, smirks, and fires back with a flying clothesline. Desire ducks, comes back with a hurricanrana that whips Jenna across the ring! Desire follows with a bulldog and the fans eat it up!

Hicks: Disgusting. These people cheer for anything shiny. If she were smart, Jenna would’ve planted her with a piledriver and ended this nonsense.

Grant: Jenna shakes it off, grabs Desire by the hair, and yanks her down hard. Straight jacket suplex! Jenna covers—one, two—but Desire kicks out. Jenna drags Desire to the corner, tags Lady Giant, and the crowd roars at the sight of the powerhouse entering.

Hicks: Finally, some muscle. Lady Giant’s gonna squash Desire like a bug. And if NoVVa gets in there, she’ll finish the job.

Grant: Lady Giant scoops Desire up, inverted atomic drop followed by a massive powerslam. Desire writhes in pain. Lady Giant applies the Giant Bear Trap, squeezing Desire in a crushing bearhug. Desire claws at Lady Giant’s face, desperate to escape, and finally rakes the eyes to break free.

Hicks: Cheap shot! Typical UnStables garbage. They can’t fight fair, can they?

Grant: Desire dives to her corner—tag to Beast! Beast storms in and hits Lady Giant with a clothesline! And another one! He follows with a neck choke, grinding her down. Lady Giant powers out, hits a running knee smash to Beast’s chest, then tries a big boot.

Hicks: Beast caught it! Oh, this is gonna be ugly.

Grant: Beast spins her around, and plants her with a back breaker submission. Lady Giant screams in pain, but Jenna rushes in with an elbow smash to break it up. Thee Storm are fighting tooth and nail, but the UnStables are unified.

Hicks: Unified? More like boring. Give me chaos, Grant. Manson and Duchess know how to stab a partner in the back and smile while they do it.

Grant: The pace is picking up again, Hicks. Desire jumps into the ring for an assist but just barely rolled out of the way of Lady Giant’s big boot, and now she’s scrambling to the corner. Beast wraps his massive hand around Lady Giant’s throat, and plants her with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.

Hicks: Oh come on, Grant. That’s not skill, that’s just brute force. And these fans cheer like he reinvented wrestling. Lady Giant should’ve crushed him with a second knee smash, but she let the moment slip.

Grant: Jenna dives in to save her partner, hitting Beast with a flying clothesline. She follows with a kick to the head, and the crowd roars. But Marko tags himself in, towering over Jenna. He grabs her by the throat—two‑handed chokeslam! Jenna writhes in pain, and Marko hits Lady Giant with a big boot before scooping her up for a thunderous chokeslam.

Hicks: Look at that show of power.

Grant: NoVVa slaps Lady Giant’s back, forcing herself in. Lady Giant looks furious, but NoVVa storms in, superkick! She follows with a mafia kick, and then another! Marko stumbles but doesn’t fall. Rust Riggle is screaming at ringside, demanding NoVVa finish him.

Hicks: Finally, some brains in the ring. NoVVa’s the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, but instead they’re sulking like children.

Grant: Look out! The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are in a heated argument in their corner as Zhu uncharacteristically tries to play the voice of reason?!

Hicks: I never thought I’d say the day where Zhu Wang is the partner that is calm, cool, and collected.

Grant: Saint and The Hatstand have been at odds for quite some time and this will all come to a head later tonight as they face each other in a TLC Match.

Hick: I can’t wait!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess are arguing with Suzaku. Agent White is pleading for teamwork, but Manson just smirks. Duchess tags back in, hitting a flying head scissors on NoVVa, who was exchanging words with Marko. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get in as Duchess continues the assault.

Hicks: And why should they let him in? Suzaku’s dead weight. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep the spotlight on themselves.

Grant: Suzaku slaps Duchess’s back, forcing himself in. The crowd erupts as Suzaku unleashes a barrage of palm strikes on NoVVa, then dropkicks his own partner Manson off the apron! Suzaku follows with a suplex on NoVVa, then a power slam!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for someone to put him back in his place.

Grant: And speaking of chaos, Saint and Hatstand are now brawling on the outside!

Hicks: They could not wait until later tonight!

Grant: Hatstand gouges Saint’s eyes, then rakes his face across the guardrail. Saint retaliates with an inverted piledriver on the outside! Fans scatter as security tries to keep them contained.

Hicks: Zhu Wang is trying to talk some sense into them. He’s yelling at The Saint but the Saint with a kick to the gut and he throws Zhu into the guard rail!

Grant: Back in the ring, Desire runs in as Duchess attempts to interfere and hits a Falling From Grace top rope spear on Duchess! Beast follows with a chokeslam on Suzaku, and Marko hoists him high for another powerbomb. The UnStables are circling, unified, dominant.

Hicks: Oh come on, really? The only reason they’re doing well is that they are the only team that is cohesive!

Grant: The match is spiralling into chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and now Beast is storming back in, grabbing Jenna by the throat for a chokeslam. Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse, but the tags are flying so fast she can’t keep track.

Hicks: Good. Let it be chaos. That’s what makes this fun. You think the fans paid to see clean tags and sportsmanship? No, they want carnage, and the UnStables are giving it to them.

Grant: Marko re‑enters, scooping Lady Giant up for a bearhug and then slams her with a thunderous powerbomb. The ring shakes, and the fans gasp. Jenna dives in, hitting Marko with a superkick, but Desire springboards in with a hurricanrana on Jenna. The pace is frantic.

Hicks: Desire knows how to steal the spotlight. Forget Jenna’s little flips—Desire’s got the crowd eating out of her hand.

Grant: Things are getting out of control on the outside as the Hooded Hatstand is choking the Saint with an electrical cord! Zhu Wang is tapping Hatstand on the shoulder and points to the ring.

Hicks: Hatstand just shoved Zhu and I think he told him to go back to North Korea.

Grant: He’s Chinese!

Hicks: That’s not what Hatstand says!

Grant: The Saint from behind, he puts The Hooded Hatstand in a chokehold, but Hatstand backs him into the guardrail!

Hicks: It looks like Zhu Wang has had enough!

Grant: He hasn’t even entered the match yet!

Hicks: None of the three have entered the match yet!

Grant: Zhu Wang is walking out, abandoning his team.

Hicks: Smart move by Wang. Why waste your time babysitting two maniacs who’d rather kill each other than win gold?

Grant: Is that move supported by his handlers in Mason International?

Hicks: They still have a chance with Manson in the match, but at least he has one partner he can get along with.

Grant: Suzaku gets tagged back in, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes on Beast, then chopping Marko down. The fans are cheering Suzaku on!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. These fans will cheer for anyone who looks like an underdog. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for Manson to stab him in the back again. He’s not even letting Manson into the match. What an egomaniac!

Grant: And speaking of Manson, he blind tags Suzaku, smirking as he stomps away at Beast. Duchess joins him, hitting a spinning heel kick on Lady Giant. Manson and Duchess are working together, but Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, demanding to be let back in. Agent White is pleading for order, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: That’s called strategy, Grant. Suzaku’s a liability. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep him out of the ring. If Suzaku wants to play hero, he can do it after they’ve already won. They don’t care about fan approval, they care about destruction. And right now, they’re destroying everyone in sight.

Grant: Patty Poundcake is struggling to keep order, but the chaos is only escalating. Every team is desperate, every wrestler is throwing everything they’ve got, and the Trinity Tag Team Championship hangs in the balance.

Hicks: Unless your name is The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand! Security was trying to break it up on the outside but there they go again as they brawl down the aisle!

Grant: The aisle and the ring is absolute chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and Beast is dragging himself back to his corner. Marko is pacing like a predator, waiting for another chance to strike, while Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse trying to keep track of who’s legal.

Hicks: And that’s exactly how I like it, Grant. Forget order, forget rules—this is survival. The UnStables thrive in this kind of madness. Look at Marko, he’s practically salivating at the thought of crushing another body.

Grant: That he is. It appears that security is FINALLY taking some control outside the ring and have broken up the fight between Saint and Hooded Hatstand.

Hicks: Are they still in this match?

Grant: I’m not so sure. It appears that security is escorting them out. They do have a TLC match later tonight.

Hicks: NoVVa is looking good! She is the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, not whining like children.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Marko, dropkicking him from behind. She nails him with another kick. She tries to apply a sleeperhold, but Marko powers out, hoisting her up for a two‑handed chokeslam. The ring shakes, and NoVVa rolls to the outside, clutching her neck. Rust Riggle is screaming at her to get back in, but Lady Giant and Jenna are blocking her path.

Hicks: Riggle’s right—NoVVa should be in there finishing the job. Instead, she’s stuck with two jealous partners who’d rather sabotage her than to keep their gold.

Grant: Marko storms in, grabbing Suzaku by the throat for a two‑handed chokeslam. Suzaku counters with a spinning heel kick, staggering the giant. He follows with a hip toss, then a headbutt that rocks Marko. The crowd is on its feet, sensing the momentum shift.

Hicks: And I’m sensing Suzaku’s about to get betrayed again. Manson and Duchess are lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to stab him in the back.

Grant: The match has reached a fever pitch, Hicks. Suzaku just blasted Marko with a spinning heel kick, and the crowd is roaring. He follows with a spinning heel kick on Beast, then a power slam on Desire. Suzaku is on fire, but Manson is lurking on the apron, smirking, waiting for his chance to steal the spotlight.

Hicks: And that’s exactly what he should do. Suzaku’s wasting energy, burning himself out for nothing. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to let him run wild, then swoop in when it matters. That’s how winners operate.

Grant: Duchess tags herself in, cutting Suzaku off. She hits a flying head scissors on Desire, then a spinning heel kick on Beast. She follows with a catapult neck snap on Marko, and the crowd gasps at the impact. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get back in, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: Good. Keep him out. Suzaku’s nothing but dead weight. Manson and Duchess don’t need him, they’re better off without him.

Grant: Meanwhile, Jenna springboards in, catching Duchess with a flying clothesline. She follows with a bronco buster in the corner, then a straight jacket suplex on Manson. Thee Storm are rallying, but NoVVa slaps Jenna’s back, forcing herself in again. The fans boo loudly, and Jenna screams disgust.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Beast, stunning him with a boot to the shin and puts him a chokehold, but Beast backs her into the corner! What impact!

Hicks: He should be disqualified for that!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess shove Suzaku right into the waiting arms of Marko. The giant lifts him high—Triple Powerbomb! The ring shakes, the crowd gasps, and Patty Poundcake drops to count.

Hicks: 1…..2.....3! It’s over!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winners of this match and NEW Trinity Tag Team Champions…THE UNSTABLES!

Grant: The UnStables have done it! Desire, Marko, and Beast reclaim the Trinity Tag Team Championship, unified and unstoppable. Beauty rushes into the ring, celebrating with her team, and the fans are on their feet, cheering wildly.

Hicks: Meanwhile, Jenna and Lady Giant are holding NoVVa back, refusing to let her intervene in their victory celebration. Rust Riggle is losing his mind at ringside, screaming at them. And Suzaku lies broken, abandoned by Manson and Duchess.

Grant: Manson and Duchess sacrificed Suzaku, proving their allegiance. Thee Storm and NoVVa are fractured, Saint and Hatstand are at war, and Zhu Wang has walked out in disgust.

Hicks: What a story told tonight. The UnStables are the champions once again, each member now faced with the choice—trade in their share for a shot at the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning, or keep the Trinity gold.

Grant: For now, Desire, Marko, and Beast can enjoy the holidays as the new TCW Trinity Champions. Unified, strong, and with the fans behind them.

Hicks: TCW just changed tonight, Grant. The UnStables are back on top, Mason International is flexing its power, Thee Storm and NoVVa are imploding, and Saint and Hatstand will settle their score later tonight.

~~~

Grant: Almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion for the Bristol Bulldozer - an UNPRECEDENTED accomplishment, John - but it could all come CRASHING DOWN tonight against a MYSTERY opponent.

*Salas: The following match is for the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. If Bristol Bulldozer wins, he will officially go over 1,000 days as champion!

(HUGE crowd pop!)

*Salas: Introducing first, hailing from Bristol, UK and weighing 440 pounds, here is the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPION - Bristol Bulldozer!!!

(The sounds of machines are heard as the TCW Street Fight Champion makes his way thundering to the ring ready for action.)

Grant: A simple but effective entrance. Bristol is ready to BULLDOZE whoever is in his path.

Hicks: But who will that be?

Grant: We're about to find out!

(The arena goes black while the crowd is buzzing.)

Hicks: Trippy this is!

Grant: Everyone knows Bristol Bulldozer could be moments away from 1,000 days as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Or the guy who made it to 999 days. A milestone almost nobody touches in my lifetime!

(A TOTAL BLACKOUT. A single siren-like synth tone hits. Slow. Droning. Distorted. Smoke rolls across the stage as the video screens glitch between static, scrambled footage of Bristol Bulldozer's past defenses, and a black silhouette. The TCW-tron slams to white noise, then a distorted voice whispers:

“A reign built on survival ends when someone learns how you bleed.”

(The crowd erupts in confusion; as some recognize the cadence, others think it’s a debut. A spotlight snaps on at the top of the stage. A figure stands motionless,tall, hood up, wearing a cracked black-and-silver mask with claw-marks across the mouthpiece. Leather jacket. Fingerless gloves wrapped in barbed-wire tape.

Grant: It’s the hooded figure!

Hicks: This guy has created some real heat!

(In his right hand and a weapon the dented steel chair used in nearly every title defense in hardcore wrestling history! He lifts it slowly, letting the light glint off the dents, and drags it across the metal ramp.)

SCREEEEECH.

(A chilling sound that instantly gets boos. The tron now spells out a phrase in glitching letters:

“WHAT WAS STOLEN WILL BE TAKEN BACK.”

(The masked man walks with slow, predatory confidence, never breaking eye contact with the camera. Every step is deliberate. Every movement is calculated. When he reaches ringside, he stops, raises the chair… and points it directly at the camera.)

Grant: Here we go!

Hicks: It’s on like Alderon daddy!

(The lights snap to blood-red. He stands center before the ring , and the camera zooms tight on his mask. He reaches up and grabs the ropes. He leans in on the ropes from the outside. The hooded figure raises his arms back and then a voice over begins.)

This is his destiny...

This is his place...

This is his time again...

He will CONQUER ALL!!!

("Hall of Fame” by the Script with Will.I.Am hits and the crowd loses its god damn mind.)

(He tears the mask off.)

Grant: IT'S THIEF TAYLOR.

Hicks: He’s back daddy! DOUBLE CATEGORY HALL OF FAMER THIEF TAYLOR IS BACK!

Grant: This is crazy! Thief Taylor is a former Street Fight Champion back in 2005. Literally 20 years ago!

Hicks: I got goosebumps daddy! I’ve been in the ring with him! Someone better call my momma, daddy!

Grant: Thief is a multiple time World Champion and Hall of Famer. He has been all over the world and faced every big name out there!

Hicks: Now he faces the biggest and baddest of them all, momma - Bristol Bulldozer.

Grant: Not your momma.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Bulldozer looks SHOCKED.

Hicks: Imma wonder if he was expecting easy prey like Tom Jennings or Trev Barnhill.

Grant: No such luck for the Street Fight Champion, John. There are no easy matches in TCW and no easy title defences. They lock up, and Bristol IMMEDIATELY snares Thief into a BEARHUG and then takes him down with a BIG SUPLEX.

Hicks: Welcome back to the big leagues, Thief Taylor!

Grant: Bristol Bulldozer does NOT get paid by the hour, John. The Street Fight Champion is going to try to end this as quickly as possible. And the conventional wisdom that the longer the match goes on, the more it favours Thief, that's bollocks. Strength does NOT wane. Thief is going to have to outsmart and outmanoeuvre - note the limey spelling - Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma think Thief will have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Grant: If he does, he better pull them out, because Bulldozer just ROCKED him with MULTIPLE splashes to the BACK.

Hicks: This could be over as quickly as it began, momma!!

Grant: Not your-- WHAT THE HELL??? One of SANTA'S ELVES just jumped into the ring and tossed what appears to be BLACK PEPPER COCAINE in Bulldozer's eyes.

*Elf: It's Christmas dust!!!

Hicks: Imma dun think that's an elf. That's--

Grant: SANTA CLAUS just ran into the ring, and he's now SPANKING his elf. The elf is threatening to kick Santa's arse!

Hicks: That's--

Grant: THE DRIVER is dressed as SANTA CLAUS, and he just put SEAN O on the NAUGHTY LIST for trying to impersonate an ELF and interfere in this bout against Bulldozer, whom he has a well-known vendetta against.

Hicks: Now Santa Driver drags Sean O the elf out of the ring, and--

Grant: Thief Taylor takes a BUMP of the black pepper cocaine residue in the ring - he's a thief after all - and then takes advantage of this distraction with a CLOTHESLINE, FOLLOWED BY A DDT, followed by a cover.

*Ellers: 1...

Grant: Bulldozer THROWS Thief off! It's going to take A LOT more than that, John, to end almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Imma agree with that!!

Grant: Thief goes for a HANGING SUPLEX, but the size and strength advantage of Bulldozer is too much. The Street Fight Champion CRASHES on top of Thief as referee Big John Ellers makes the count.

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Thief with a shoulder up. This won't be a walk in the bloody park for Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma like walks in the park.

Grant: The Street Fight Champion picks up Thief, but the challenger retaliates with several VICIOUS kicks to the knee. Bulldozer hobbles to the ground.

Hicks: TIMBER!

Grant: Thief knocks him backward and locks in a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK. Good strategy to ground the big man.

Hicks: Will it work?

Grant: It's working so far!!!

Hicks: But for how long?

Grant: Good question, John. Thief is struggling just as much as Bulldozer. The Champion's legs are THICK like OAK TREES.

Hicks: Mah teachers used to call me THICK. Imma dun realize it was a compliment.

Grant: It WASN'T, because they were referring to your pea-sized BRAIN.

Hicks: How can mah brain be the size of a pea if it's thick?

Grant: Never mind! BULLDOZER REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: Neither can I!

Grant: Now Taylor is the one writhing in agony. He did NOT expect such a SCIENTIFIC reversal from the MEAT AND POTATOES Bulldozer.

Hicks: You dun get to almost 1,000 days without having some tricks up your sleeves!

Grant: Too right! Thief reaches for the ropes. Can he grab them? And...

Hicks: He does!

Grant: Ellers tells Bristol to break the hold, and he does so gladly.

Hicks: If Imma Thief, Imma be worried about that look on Bristol's face. It's almost feral, like one of them there wild animals Imma would see when Imma would go buck huntin with mah daddy. He would take me and mah brother, Shannan, and mah cousin Matt Willa, and we'd--

Grant: (Interrupting) Thief LEAPS up and gets right in Bulldozer's face. No fear. Only determination.

Hicks: IMMA CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Grant: Thief HOISTS Bulldozer up for the TAYLOR MADE 580, but...

Hicks: Thief's BACK just gave up!!!

Grant: A result of those NASTY splashes to the back he endured from Bulldozer earlier in this match.

Hicks: And now the Champion is primed and ready to counter!

Grant: WRECKING BALL!!! Bulldozer hits the Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: NO! Taylor kicks out!!!

Hicks: Imma in SHOCK.

Grant: Bulldozer does it again... ANOTHER Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Another kick-out!

Hicks: Imma can't believe it!!!

Grant: Bulldozer again... A THIRD WRECKING BALL!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!

Grant: NOT QUITE! ANOTHER kick-out, RIGHT before the 3.

Hicks: The fans are in shock.

Grant: WE'RE in shock.

Hicks: And so is Bulldozer.

Grant: HOW can Taylor stay in? Taylor goes for an eye gouge and NAILS it. Remember, it's legal in a Street Fight.

Hicks: Taylor slowly gets up...

Grant: He thinks this is buying him some time.

Hicks: But LOOK at Bulldozer's face.

Grant: Bulldozer is PISSED OFF! And Taylor has the wind knocked out of him with ANOTHER Wrecking Ball and a cover!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winner of the match, STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion, and will now be the first wrestler EVER to over 1,000 days with ANY Championship - BRISTOL BULLDOZER!!!

Grant: It took not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR Wrecking Balls to put Thief Taylor away. NO ONE has ever brought THAT kind of fight to Bristol Bulldozer over the past almost ONE THOUSAND days. But Bulldozer is STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion. As balloons and confetti fall around him and fireworks go off, the TCW Street Fight Champion acknowledges the fans who are applauding his HARD-FOUGHT victory, grabs the title, and whispers something about trying to find Sean O and KILL him.

Hicks: Sounds about right to me, Daddy.

~~~

EG: And the action just keeps on going at TCW: Resurrection as up next, we have a Triple Threat match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

JH: You said it Grant, no one does PPV like TCW, and we have one heck of a match coming up! Thee Storm of Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna- who LOST the Trinity Tag Titles earlier this evening will hope to go one better against the teams of their now former tag team partner NoVVa and Chip Riggle AND Total Destruction!

EG: You mentioned NoVVa and her relationship with Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna who did not break up the winning pin from the Unstables earlier tonight- and Rust Riggle was NOT happy with the way that went down!

JH: This is a goddamn powder keg, Grant!

EG: I don’t envy Patty Poundcake, not one bit! Let’s go down to Winston Marcello Salas for the introductions!

**DING**DING**DING**

(We hear the ring bell sound three times, as we move from the commentary booth to Salas in the ring.)

WS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

(The fans pop as “The Cis-Tem” by Ryan Cassata blasts over the PA.)

WS: Introducing first are the challengers! Making their way to the ring and accompanied by their manager Tommy Lowe, at a total combined weight of 405lbs…HUNTER MILLS…RICK KANE…TOTAL DESTRUCTION!

(Hunter and Kane jog down the aisle, then enter the ring to a face pop.)

EG: Talk about legacy, the sons of two of the greatest tag team wrestlers in history would like nothing more than to get their hands on the TCW Tag Titles!

WS: And their opponents, accompanied by Rust Riggle, at a total combined weight of 414lbs, NOVVA AND CHIP RIGGLE!

(The fans boo as “Born on the 4th of July” by Tom Paxton plays over the PA. Rust walks down first mouthing various threats to the camera about how Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant are going to pay, whilst Novva looks furious and Chip is assured.)

WS: And their opponents, they are the RAGE Gauntlet and TCW World Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of 395lbs…LADY GIANT…CRAZY JENNA…THEE STORM!

(The arena goes black. Lightning strikes and the thunder BOOMS. Thee Storm walk slowly to the ring. Both women climb to the top of opposite corners they call their lighthouses. They cheer on their fans. Thee Storm climbs down and readies for the match to begin.)

EG: All six competitors in the ring as Rust Riggle, who is STILL incandescent with rage tells Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna he will make it his life’s work to ensure they lose the TCW and RAGE tag titles- of course, the RAGE belts are NOT on the line tonight, this is just for the big ones! And it looks like we will see Crazy Jenna, Chip Riggle, and Rick Kane getting things under way here!

JH: Patty Pound signals the start, and the championship is officially on the line!
EG: Riggle is looking immediately uncomfortable. He wants no part of Rick Kane's intensity.

(Riggle tries to sneak to the corner to tag NoVVa, but Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him back in, following up with a heavy clothesline.)

JH: And that's the attitude of Total Destruction! They are eliminating threats in the most efficient manner possible. Riggle is being physically manhandled!

EG: Jenna is observing, John. She’s not jumping in to save Riggle; she’s waiting for the best moment. She’s too smart to get caught in the middle of that.

(Riggle stumbles up, turning into a sharp forearm from Jenna. Jenna and Kane lock eyes.)

JH: See that? That moment of acknowledgment! Thee Storm and Total Destruction have a common enemy right now: the Riggle camp! They are silently agreeing to take him out of the equation!

EG: It’s a temporary alliance, John, but a smart one. They know Rust Riggle is going to try every dirty trick in the book, and neutralising Chip is the best way forward!

(Kane focuses back on Riggle, tagging in Hunter Mills. Total Destruction isolates Riggle, utilizing quick tags and stomps.)

JH: Total Destruction is running the ropes around the younger Riggle. They are experts at cutting the ring in half and preventing him from getting any momentum.

EG: And now Mills is preventing Jenna from getting involved! He sees her climbing to the top turnbuckle and ruthlessly pulls her down, sending her crashing onto the apron! No temporary alliances in this business!

(Mills and Kane hit a vicious double-team Flapjack on Riggle. Kane covers for the first near fall.)

JH: One! Two! And Jenna dives in to break the pin! She saves Riggle!

EG: She has to, John! If Kane pins Riggle, they lose the belts! She needs to keep Riggle in long enough for her to capitalise. This is high level championship strategy!
JH: Awful rational from someone so crazy, you’d have to say!

(Jenna tags in Lady Giant, who immediately squares up with Rick Kane.)

JHL Here we go! The size and power of the 7 foot, 260lb Lady Giant now enter the fray! This is a different level of physicality now!

EG: She is one of the most imposing forces in professional wrestling, and Kane is accepting the challenge!

(Lady Giant and Rick Kane trade heavy, open handed strikes. Neither gives the other an inch.)

JH: They are just UNLOADING on each other! No flash, just fury! This is what the fans came to see!

EG: Neither Kane or Lady Giant is backing down. Kane's intensity is matched perfectly by LG's raw size. This is a true battle of the titans!

(NoVVa, seeing her chance, tags herself in on the recovering Chip Riggle, much to Rust Riggle's dismay.)

JH: Oh, NoVVa just inserted herself! Rust is upset, but NoVVa knows how to take charge! She immediately meets LG in the centre of the ring!

EG: She's doing what Chip Riggle couldn't! NoVVa is going straight for the champion! She hits a massive shoulder tackle, nearly staggering Lady Giant! Novva now goes high as Kane goes low, and Lady Giant hits the deck!
JH: Another temporary alliance Grant!

(Mills tags in and attempts a double suplex with NoVVa on Lady Giant, but LG reverses it into a huge double-clothesline, flattening both of them. Jenna tags herself in.)

JH: That was a ridiculous feat of strength! A simultaneous clothesline taking out two highly formidable competitors! Lady Giant cleared the runway there and Jenna is the perfect follow up! She's the lightning after the thunder! Total Destruction and NoVVa are both stunned!

(Jenna hits a running dropkick to Mills in the corner, followed by a high knee to NoVVa. She is absolutely fired up.)

EG: Jenna is flying! She has that look in her eye! She knows she must protect these belts because of the opportunity they represent for her down the line!
(Rust Riggle suddenly jumps up on the apron and grabs Patty Pound's arm, causing a distraction. This in turn allows Tommy Lowe to reach up and trip Jenna from behind as Mills reveres an Irish Whip. As Jenna staggers forward, Mills capitalises instantly with a vicious Spinebuster.)

EG: The managers are working in tandem to get their teams over the line! The moment Rust Riggle created a distraction, Tommy Lowe struck! Thee Storm and the fans may not like it, but it’s highly effective! Mills with the cover!

JH: One! Two! NO! Lady Giant makes the save as she crashes down with an Elbow Drop to break up the pin!

EG: LG is everywhere tonight! She is prioritizing the championship over all else. Her focus is laser sharp! This brings in Kane and he and Lady Giant begin to trade blows! Novva is back up and she clocks Mills! And Chip Riggle sees his chance as he puts the boots to Crazy Jenna! We knew this would happen at some point! It's a complete breakdown! Every single person involved is fighting!

JH: Rust Riggle and Tommy Lowe are in each other's faces! They are screaming at each other to stay out of the way!

EG: That is the epitome of the Triple Threat dynamic, John. Everyone is so focused on their own gain, they can't afford to let their temporary enemies win. And the managers are the biggest wild cards!

(Pound is able to restore some order in the ring allowing Chip Riggle to tag in legally, and he immediately sucker punches Mills from behind, then rolls him up.)

EG: 1! 2! Thr..NO! Kane this time breaks up the pin! This match is teetering towards anarchy!

JH: Chip Riggle is the opportunist tonight. He's trying to make good on his father's promise. He's looking to steal the glory while Total Destruction is worn down!

EG: He's banking everything on this moment! That world championship shot is what he lives for. He's desperate!

(Riggle signals it’s time for the Riggle Rocket, but Mills shoves him off into the ropes, where Kane drives a knee into Riggle’s back. Mills drives Chip into the Total D corner where he and Kane immediately begin working Riggle over.)

JH: The veteran execution of Total Destruction! Riggle is trapped in that corner and Mills and Kane are going to town as Rust goes nuts on the outside! And Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna are in no hurry to intervene either!

(Kane tags in legally and slams Chip to the mat, then goes to bounce off the ropes. Novva see this coming and opens the ropes, sending Kane to the outside.)

EG: NoVVa playing the bodyguard role perfectly! She has to keep Chip Riggle alive for Rust Riggle's scheme to work!

(NoVVa grabs Kane, then bounce his head off the ring apron, then accepts the tag from Chip.)

JH: NoVVa covers! One! Two!! And Lady Giant again! She pulls NoVVa off the cover! LG is the brick wall tonight!

EG: The champions are showing why they’ve been so successful- and in this triple threat match they are allowing Novva, Chip and Total D to do their work for them and only intervening when it suits THEIR purposes! Lady Giant with a sidewalk slam on Novva and now Crazy Jenna tags back in! Kane is back up, and he’s mixing it up with Jenna!

(On the outside, Rust reaches into his jacket pocket and gestures at Chip. He then throws a set of brass knuckles towards Chip- but Jenna dives across the ring and intercepts!)

JH: There's the cheating! Rust Riggle trying to hand his son the win! But Jenna with interception…and she slugs Chip as Poundcake has her hands full with Kane and Jenna! Rust is furious…and Tommy Lowe is laughing!

(Mills and Kane shouting at Lowe outside, frustrated by the number of distractions and near falls, tell him to focus.)

EG: Total Destruction is losing their focus! Tommy Lowe is telling them to cool down, but they are hyped up!

JH: If they would just stick to their game plan, they'd be champions! But they've allowed the Riggle chaos to infect their strategy!

(Lady Giant tags in Jenna and locks Kane in a massive Bear Hug, shaking him like a rag doll.)

EG: The champions are setting up the kill! Lady Giant has Kane neutralised! Jenna now has a clear opportunity to deal with Chip, who is seeing stars after that brass knuckles hit!

(Chip Riggle, in a last gasp, hits a low dropkick on Jenna. He signals to his corner.)

JH: Riggle is desperate! He knows this is his final chance!

(Rust Riggle, at this point blinded by rage and focusing only on the champions, jumps onto the apron and tries to pull Jenna's hair, but Chip rushes past, and Rust accidentally trips his own son, sending him sprawling.)

EG: NO! OH MY GOD! It was a miscalculation! Rust’s greed and need to cheat just took out his own son! What a monumental mistake!

JH: The ultimate irony! The father's desperate attempt to secure the win resulted in the son's destruction! You cannot write this kind of bad luck!

(Lady Giant immediately releases Kane, snatches up Chip Riggle, and delivers a devastating Chokeslam.)

EG: Chip Riggle is DONE! The Chokeslam was the exclamation point on his father's blunder!

(LG then barrels into NoVVa, knocking her off the apron, then decks Mills who comes running into the ring, sending him reeling back toward Tommy Lowe and into a heap. Mills and Lowe begin to argue as Mills tries to get back in the fight.)

EG: Mills and Lowe are trying to untangle themselves! They aren't even looking at the ring!

JH: Jenna is in! Total Destruction is completely unaware that the championship is about to be defended!

(Chip somehow gets back to his feet only for Jenna to blast him with her patented version of the DDT.)

EG: OH MY! Chip Riggle’s head damn near punctured the canvas! Jenna with the cover!

JH: One! Two!!

(Rust dives for the ropes and, as the referee's hand hits the mat for the three count, successfully slides Chip Riggle's boot onto the bottom rope.)

JH: THREE!!!! BUT CHIP’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES!

**DING**DING**DING**

WS: Ladies and gentlemen…YOUR WINNERS AND STILL TCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…LADY GIANT AND CRAZY JENNA…TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!!!!

EG: It's over! The bell has rung! Jenna has pinned Chip Riggle! Look at the replay, John! Look at the replay!

JH: The referee missed it! Rust Riggle got the boot on the rope just before the three count! It was an absolute accident, but Rust Riggle's quick thinking was nullified by Patty Pound's positioning!

EG: Total Destruction looks up at the screen and they are aghast! Mills and Kane are now screaming at Tommy Lowe for distracting them from the action in the ring! They let the finish happen because they were too busy arguing!

JH: Controversy reigns supreme! The champions retain the titles, but the fallout from this finish is going to be immense! Chip Riggle's opportunity for Storm Warning is gone, thanks to his own father's misplaced actions and a missed call!

EG: Thee Storm is celebrating, getting out of here fast. They know what they just pulled off. They end the year as dual champions, and now the focus shifts to Crazy Jenna's choice about the TCW World Championship. What a massive match!

JH: And look at Rust Riggle! He is beside himself! He knows he is responsible! This is a devastating end to the year for Chip Riggle and NoVVa! Total Destruction too know that this was a missed opportunity! What a crazy match…and we ain’t got no time to calm down before the next one! TCW Resurrection is ALL GO!

Grant: Up next we have one of the biggest grudge matches in the history of TCW as the man many refer to as THE GOAT of professional wrestling the Saint will take on the man who sees himself as invincible and the true best in the business The Hooded Hatstand in a TLC match that won’t be for the faint of heart.

Hicks: That’s putting it mildly DADDY! Look at all these weapons outside of the ring waiting to be used in this match and you know they WILL be used! These two fellers HATE each other like we Hicks hate proper English and people disrespecting our family jewels!

Grant: I really wish I never heard that! The Saint and Hatstand took part in the Trinity match earlier tonight with Zhu Wang as their partner and to say things did not go well for them would be an understatement as, like many expected, they did not function well as a team and did not win the Trinity tag team titles.

Hicks: Imma shocked DADDY because Dennis Mitchell said they would make a great team!

Grant: You listened to Dennis Mitchell, that’s your problem right there. NEVER listen to Dennis Mitchell. The Saint and Hatstand definitely don’t because they’d sooner destroy each other than have to work with each other. If I had to guess they are both GLAD they didn’t win the Trinity titles because the last thing they would want to do is to have to team with each other again.

Hicks: Imma sad now. I just ordered mahhhself a Saint-Hatstand tag team championship T-Shirt and now it’s worthless!

Grant: If you bought a T-shirt featuring the Saint and Hatstand as a tag team knowing how much they despise each other, you deserve to lose that money. As for the Saint and Hatstand it will not be a surprise to see them both lose a large amount of blood tonight because the violence and mayhem is going to be OFF THE CHAIN! Putting these two in a TLC match is just asking for bloodshed and maiming and you know we will see plenty of that! I can’t wait to get this match started so let’s go to Salas for the announcements!

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR NEXT IS A HIGHLY ANTICIPATED GRUDGE MATCH AND WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER TLC RULES!

(Crowd pops in anticipation)

Salas: Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, from Parts Unknown, he says if he had immunity from prosecution and given an AK-47 he’d be able to improve the state of Michigan in five minutes, here is THE HOODED HATSTAND!

(“Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus starts to play over the PA as the curtain twitches. The Hooded Hatstand suddenly storms through, chest puffed out and hands on hips as the crowd begin to boo deafeningly. The Hooded Hatstand then walks down the aisle, jaw jacking with a few fans, threatening another with the back of his hand and trying to avoid being touched. He enters the ring rolling under the bottom rope before making a beeline for the ref and tells him he’d better call a clean match if he doesn’t want his tires slashed.)

Salas: Introducing his opponent! He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs 265 pounds! He is seen by many as THE GOAT of professional wrestling, an original Hall Of Famer and the longest reigning world champion in history! He is the HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(GOAT by the Cult plays bringing a massive ovation from the fans. A large cross appears on the TCW-TRON and turns into a T, followed by the letters S, A, I and N and spells out SAINT. A large series of pyrotechnic explosions go off leaving a large cloud of smoke behind. The smoke clears and the fans erupt again as the Saint stands in the aisle.

He makes his way to the ring, shaking hands with fans, posing for selfies and signing autographs before entering the ring, staring directly at his opponent.)

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the ring and the hate is palpable between these two. Referee Big John Ellers has a very easy job in this as there are no rules and everything goes so he can just stand back and watch them beat the hell out of each other and count to three when it happens. He could call for a submission too but I don’t see either of these men willingly tapping out to the other.

Hicks: They’d sooner cut their own hands off before they did that! And cut out their tongues as well so they couldn’t say I quit!

Grant: I wouldn’t put it past them. Ellers makes sure both men are ready …. The Saint and Hatstand don’t even wait for the bell as they charge into the centre of the ring and begin beating the hell out of each other! Ellers throws his hands up as if to say why am I even here and calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand didn't waste any time as they are throwing down in the center of the ring! Hatstand fires off a big right and the Saint responds! Another one from Hatstand and another one from the Saint!

Hicks: These two hate each other more than life itself and even that isn't a strong enough descriptor of how much they hate each other!

Grant: Nothing is strong enough to accurately describe it! Hatstand reaches out and catches the Saint in the eye with his thumb! Another eye gouge and now the Saint is reeling as he tries to get his eyes right! Hatstand with a BITCH SLAP and now he drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and drives him into the corner!

Hicks: Hatstand drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and the.Hardcore Holy Roller doubles over! A double axe handle across the back and Hatstand with a KNEE LIFT to the jaw!

Grant: A quick start by Hatstand has the Saint on the defensive as he drives a knee into the Saint's midsection. The Saint drops to a knee and Hatstand screams something about the Saint being past his prime and inferior to him. A knife edge chop by Hatstand and that one echoed through the arena!

Hicks: Hatstand grabs the Saint by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner and SLAMS into the turnbuckles! Hatstand takes a second to gloat over how easy this is going to be and goes to follow up …. The Saint fires out of the corner and nails Hatstand with a SAVAGE CLOTHESLINE!

Grant: Hatstand’s gloating cost him as the Saint took advantage of it and now he has a chance to do some damage. Hatstand gets up and the Saint HEAD BUTTS him in the face and that causes Hatstand's knees to buckle! The Saint throws him into the corner and Hatstand hits the turnbuckles and the Saint follows in with a SPLASH!

Hicks: The Saint grabs Hatstand and sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Hatstand goes flying and moves to get to his feet and the Saint grabs him for a SPINEBUSTER!

Grant: The Saint covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hatstand kicks out! The Saint goes for an early win, but Hatstand kicks out quickly as this match has a long way to go before we have a winner.

Hicks: This could go on all night as these men are two of the most driven and stubborn wrestlers in TCW! They refuse to lose DADDY!

Grant: The Saint pulls Hatstand up off the mat and Hatstand surprises him with a JAWBREAKER! That stuns the Saint and Hatstand grabs him for a SWINGING NECK BREAKER!

Hicks: Hatstand quickly covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out!

Grant: A quick pin attempt by both men tells you how badly they want to win this as the egos in this match are off the chart! Hatstand grabs the Saint by the head and takes his knee down the side of his face! The Saint cringes in pain and Hatstand quickly comes off the ropes with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

Hicks: That rocked the Saint and now Hatstand puts him in a Hammerlock and scoops him up for a HAMMERLOCK BODY SLAM! Hatstand quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a BIG ELBOW SMASH!

Grant: Hatstand covers the Saint again and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out again! Hatstand is going for the quick win as he would love nothing more than to say he beat the Saint quickly to prove his superiority over him. Hatstand pulls the Saint to his feet and hits him with another BITCH SLAP!

Hicks: Hatstand doesn't just want to beat the Saint, he wants to humiliate him while he does it!

Grant: Hatstand isn't known for being a gracious winner as he loves to rub victories into his opponents faces and being able to do it the Saint would be the perfect way to end 2025 for him! Hatstand winds up to hit him with a THIRD BITCH SLAP …. The Saint reaches out and catches Hatstand’s hand!

Hicks: The Saint looks Hatstand right in the eyes and you can see he didn't care for Hatstand trying to embarrass him there!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand's hand and starts BENDING IT BACKWARDS and Hatstand is recoiling in pain! The Saint with a big knee to the gut and that takes Hatstand off of his feet! The Saint now grabs Hatstand and sends him OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! WOW!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP! The Saint sent Hatstand flying there and he landed on the floor in a heap!

Grant: Hatstand with a rough landing outside the ring and now the Saint flings himself over the top rope with a SUICIDE DIVE ONTO HATSTAND!

Hicks: That knocked Hatstand into the security railing! It didn't take long for the fight to spill outside of the ring where all the items needed for a TLC match wait to be used!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and SLAMS his head on the top of the security railing! He does it again and Hatstand stumbles away! The Saint runs up and boots Hatstand in the ribs and he did not hold back on that! He does it again and Hatstand is lifted off the floor!

Hicks: The Saint loves hurting his opponents but he definitely had some extra force in those kicks! He said he would make Hatstand feel pain he's never felt before and he's intent on making good on that promise!

Grant: A THIRD KICK from the Saint and Hatstand is knocked into the ring steps! He uses them to pull himself up and the Saint rushes into follow up …. Hatstand catches him with a DROP TOE HOLD THAT SENDS THE SAINT HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand had enough presence of mind to catch the Saint at the last second to use his momentum against him! The Saint has a nasty collision with the ring steps and now Hatstand has an opportunity to dish out some pain!

Grant: Hatstand immediately grabs the Saint by the hair and SMASHES his head into the steps! He does it again and again AND AGAIN! Hatstand is showing that vicious side of his and there's nothing Ellers can do except watch as there are no rules in this TLC match!

Hicks: Hatstand let's go of the Saint and now reaches for one of the many chairs here at ringside! The Saint is pulling himself up with the ring steps just as Hatstand moves in to BLAST HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR!

Grant: That sounded sickening! The Saint writhes in pain and HATSTAND DOES IT AGAIN! The Saint drops to the floor and now Hatstand holds the chair above his head screaming tonight is the night he vanquishes the Saint for good!

Hicks: The fans are letting him hear it and Hatstand tells the hominids, his words not mine, that he calls the Saint the Aint because he ain't going to be around after tonight!

Grant: I think I saw the Saint cringe again as he doesn't think much of that insult from Hatstand! The Saint is trying to pull himself up and Hatstand jams the end of the chair into his ribs! He does it again and the Saint is feeling the effects!

Hicks: He is no stranger to matches like this, but I don't know if he's ever faced anyone as determined to end him and destroy his legacy like Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand tosses the chair to the floor and now he hauls off with a big right to the Saint! He grabs the Saint with a front face lock and immediately pull him over to the chair where Hatstand DDT’S THE SAINT INTO IT! MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand has been laying into the Saint the last several minutes! I know the Saint has been through matches like this before but I don't know if he's faced anyone coming at him with the intensity of Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand is definitely bringing it tonight and is telling the crowd he is exposing the Saint as a fraudulent, washed up has been! Hatstand might be able to get the three count here if he was inside the ring because they can only win this in the ring, but I don't think he's concerned with getting the win right now, he's enjoying himself and wants to prolong this as much as he can!

Hicks: Hatstand is a mean dude with a mean streak fer can match and he is using it on the Saint right now DADDY!

Grant: Hatstand goes searching for another weapon to use and he comes across a KENDO STICK! He picks it up off the ground and GLEEFULLY SMASHES THE SAINT ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!

Hicks: That left a welt on the Saint’s back!

Grant: Hatstand sees the welt and stops to admire his handiwork before DOING IT AGAIN!

Hicks: This time he drew blood! Hatstand just busted open the Saint's back!

Grant: Hatstand notices the blood and he screams he wants MORE! He turns the Saint around and SMASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE KENDO STICK!

Hicks: THAT BUSTED OPEN THE SAINT'S FOREHEAD! HATSTAND HAS MADE THE SAINT BLEED!

Grant: That he has and Hatstand is doing some sort of happy dance to taunt the Saint and the crowd saying he drew first blood and there is more of it to come! Hatstand winds up and SMASHES HIM AGAIN! The Saint goes down in a heap!

Hicks: I've never seen anyone take it to the Saint like this before! This is unreal DADDY!

Grant: The Saint is clearly in the fight of his career and he needs to do something fast or Hatstand is going to end this very soon! Hatstand comes from behind the Saint and uses the Kendo Stick to CHOKE HIM! HATSTAND IS CHOKING THE SAINT OUT WITH THE.KENDO STICK!

Hicks: The only thing that would make Hatstand happier than pinning the Saint would be to choke him out!

Grant: Hatstand has the Kendo Stick right up against the Saint’s throat and now has turned it into a SLEEPER HOLD with the Kendo Stick! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint pass out here and he just might be doing it!

Hicks: Things aren't looking good for the Saint right now! Hatstand is really taking it to him!

Grant: Hatstand continues to squeeze away and the Saint is desperately trying to find a way out of this! He throws his elbow into Hatstand's midsection! He does it again! That seems to loosen Hatstand's grip but he still has the Saint locked in …. The Saint leans his head forward and then quickly brings backward into Hatstand's face! That seems to take something out of Hatstand and the Saint does it again!

Hicks: Hatstand’s grip has loosened! The Saint is fighting out of it!

Grant: Hatstand tries to tighten his grip again but the Saint begins back-pedalling and DRIVES HATSTAND INTO THE RING POST! He steps forward and then back-pedals again and SMASHES Hatstand into the ring post! Hatstand loses his grip and the Saint grabs him by the head and SNAP MARES Hatstand over! The Saint has fought out of it!

Hicks: Hatstand landed awkwardly and is slowly getting up! The Saint touches his hand to his forehead and sees the blood from the wound Hatstand opened up! The Saint looks at Hatstand SMILES! He's bleeding profusely out of his head and he is SMILING!

Grant: The Saint LOVES that he is bleeding as he LIVES for matches like this! Hatstand is back to his feet and the Saint quickly throws him over his shoulder and LAUNCHES HATSTAND HEAD FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST WITH A SNAKE EYES!

Hicks: MY GOD! He could have broken Hatstand’s neck with that!

Grant: Hatstand stumbles away from the ring post as he got rocked there! He turns towards the Saint who launches himself at Hatstand with a LEAPING KICK TO THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact sent Hatstand HEAD FIRST into the corner of the ring steps …. I see BLOOD! HATSTAND IS BUSTED OPEN!

Grant: There is a small tear in Hatstand's mask where he hit the ring steps and blood is pouring out of it! The Saint lifts one of the protective mats up and exposes the concrete floor underneath it! Saint grabs Hatstand and begins SCRAPING HIS FACE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE CONCRETE!

Hicks: The Saint is showing us that cruel side of his as he is using Hatstand’s face to PAINT the concrete with his own blood!

Grant: The Saint let's go and Hatstand is trying to get back up …. The Saint STOMPS HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE! MY GOD!

Hicks: Now blood is coming out of Hatstand’s sound like a faucet! It's everywhere DADDY!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand by the mask and viciously yanks him to his feet and drills him with a huge right! Another one and Hatstand is on wobbly legs! The Saint now lifts Hatstand up for an Atomic Drop …. THE SAINT RUNS TOWARDS THE RING POST AND RACKS HATSTAND'S MANHOOD INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

Hicks: RIGHT IN THE PLUMS DADDY! THAT'S JUST MEAN!

Grant: That's why the Saint did it! Hatstand may be wearing a mask but the pain in his eyes says everything! The Saint now falls back and DROPS HATSTAND ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE WITH A SIDE SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: The splat Hatstand’s skin made when it hit the concrete was SICK DADDY! SICK I TELL YOU!

Grant: Hatstand who just moments ago had this match under control is now getting BATTERED by one of the best to ever do it! The Saint now looks around at the weapons gathered around the ring and begins throwing them into the ring!

Hicks: Chairs! Lead pipes! Baseball bats! Chains! Everything except the kitchen sink …. Oh wait there's one of those too! You name it I guarantee you it's in the ring! And of course the tables and ladders!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and HURLS him back into the ring. Hatstand rolls to the middle and tries to get back up as the Saint hops on the apron and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF INTO THE RING WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: He wiped him out and Hatstand is down! The Saint goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT!

Grant: Close call for Hatstand but he isn't out of this yet! The Saint goes to follow up …. HATSTAND THROWS POWDER INTO THE SAINT'S EYES! The Saint is blinded and is trying desperately to clean the powder out of his eyes …. HATSTAND KICKS THE SAINT IN THE GROIN! That has to be payback for the ring post!

Hicks: It has to be! That and Hatstand isn't afraid to fight dirty!

Grant: The Saint drops to his knees in agony after that kick to the groin and now Hatstand follows up with a SHINING WIZARD! That drops the Saint to the mat and now Hatstand covers him! 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Close call for the Saint but he isn't done! But he is once again in trouble as Hatstand is in control of the mat. The Saint tries to get up and Hatstand takes a piece of SANDPAPER and starts SCRAPING THE SAINT'S OPEN WOUND WITH IT!

Grant: Hatstand is opening up the wound even deeper than it already was and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to get to the bone! Blood has now turned the Saint’s face into a crimson mask as the blood is streaming into his eyes! Hatstand now has a lead pipe and winds up and BASHES THE SAINT IN THE BACK!

Hicks: The Saint hits the mat and Hatstand is BLUDGEONING him with the lead pipe! Shots to the back, the chest, the legs, the head! Hatstand isn't holding back as he is laying a beating on the Saint!

Grant: The Saint is being PUMMELLED here as Hatstand wants to do more than beat him, he wants to end him!

Hicks: Hatstand tosses the lead pipe aside as he looks for something else …. THE LADDER! Hatstand picks up one of the ladders and SMASHES the Saint with it! He places it on the mat, opens it up and rolls the Saint inside. He closes the ladder on him and now he grabs a chair he uses to SMASH THE LADDER WITH THE SAINT INSIDE OF IT!

Grant: Hatstand is beating the hell out of the ladder with the chair inside of it! Those chair shots sound brutal as Hatstand is laying into him! He blasts him with one final shot and now he pulls the Saint out of it to the middle of the ring. Hatstand goes to the second ladder the Saint brought in and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Hatstand climbs up to the top of the ladder as the Saint lies below …. He can't be doing what I think he's going to do!

Hicks: Hatstand reaches the top and looks down at the Saint …. He IS going to do what you think he's going to do!

Grant: Hatstand positions himself at the top of the ladder, sets himself and LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER WITH A SENTON BOMB ON TOP OF THE SAINT BELOW!

Hicks: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS INSANE!

Grant: Hatstand nailed it and that has to be it for the Saint! Hatstand covers him and we get 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE! HOW DID HE DO THAT!

Hicks: Hatstand is asking himself the same question as he can believe the Saint kicked out of that!

Grant: Hatstand thought that was going to be it but the Saint is still alive and Hatstand can't believe it! He looks around the ring for something to put the Saint and he sees a TABLE!

Hicks: Hatstand’s eyes just lit up like a kid at Christmas and he goes to grab the table! He drags it to the middle of the ring and sets it up right by the ladder!

Grant: Hatstand pulls the Saint up and places him on the ladder. He slugs the Saint a couple of times to keep him from moving and now Hatstand is climbing the ladder again! He wants to use the ladder to put the Saint through the TABLE!

Hicks: If he gets this there is no way the Saint can survive this! Not even the Hardcore Holy Roller can withstand what Hatstand has planned here!

Grant: Hatstand begins climbing and he's moving slower than before as the toll of the match is catching up to him as well. He's almost to the top and Hatstand is having trouble keeping his footing! He almost slipped off the ladder but was able to catch himself!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost to the top of the ladder …. He stops! Why is he stopping!

Grant: There's a look of extreme pain on the Hatstand's face as looks down …. SALAD TONGS? THE SAINT IS UNDERNEATH HATSTAND AND HAS A PAIR OF SALAD TONGS HE IS USING TO DO A TESTICLE SQUEEZE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: The Saint is using the move the move he used to torture his long time rival Daniel Dare with, the man who regained the RAGE World Championship from at Hell's Holiday thanks to Hatstand and now the Saint is using the salad tongs on Hatstand just like he used to do to Dare!

Grant: The Saint yelling at Hatstand this is a reminder of what he did at Hell's Holiday and who he helped steal gold from him! Hatstand was seconds away from potentially a match ending move off of the ladder but his slow movement gave the Saint time to grab the salad tongs and do this PAINFUL MOVE to Hatstand! What I want to know is WHERE THE HELL DID THE SAINT GET SALAD TONGS!

Hicks: Did you actually think the Saint would come into this match without a few surprises in store!

Grant: Good point! If Daniel Dare is watching this I guarantee you he is balled up in the fetal position and is rocking back and forth thanks to the flashbacks this is giving him! As for Hatstand he is practically CATATONIC IN PAIN as the Saint uses those salad tongs to squeeze his manhood into oblivion!

Hicks: The Saint removes the salad tongs from Hatstand’s manhood but not without yanking them like he was trying to rip Hatstand’s junk off first!

Grant: Hatstand is relieved the Saint released the hold as the pain had to be excruciating! He tries to collect himself but the Saint grabs Hatstand and POWER BOMBS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE OFF OF THE LADDER! HOLY CRAP!

Hicks: HOLY SHIT DADDY! HOLY SHIT!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the debris of the broken table and now the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: My God that was CLOSE! I can't believe Hatstand kicked out of that!

Grant: The Saint is shaking his head in disbelief that Hatstand kicked out but he immediately goes right back on the attack as he pulls Hatstand off the mat for a FALL AWAY SLAM INTO THE LADDER!

Hicks: BRUTAL DADDY! Hatstand bent the ladder in half crashing into it! That had to hurt!

Grant: The ladder is a wreck and now the Saint lifts it up and SMASHES Hatstand in the back with it! Hatstand tries to get out from under the ladder to get back to his feet …. THE SAINT WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH A CHAIN!

Hicks: That opened up a gash on Hatstand's back!

Grant: Yes it did and the Saint makes the gash even bigger with a SECOND LASH FROM THE CHAIN! A couple more and Hatstand has been SAVAGELY BEATEN with that chain!

Hicks: Hatstand is writhing in pain as the Saint tosses the chain aside. The Saint reaches into a black bag and pulls out a PIECE OF CONSTRUCTION PAPER? What the hell is he going to do with that!

Grant; I have no idea what he could be thinking …. DEAR GOD THE SAINT JUST SLICED HATSTAND ACROSS HIS WOUNDED BACK WITH THE EDGE OF THE CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Hicks: PAPER CUTS! HE'S GIVING HATSTAND PAPER CUTS WITH THAT CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Grant: The Saint is SLICING Hatstand up with CONSTRUCTION PAPER and that begs the question is there ANYTHING he can't turn into a weapon! The Saint is SLICING Hatstand across his back, his arms …. BETWEEN HIS FINGERS! He is cutting him EVERYWHERE and Hatstand is writhing in pain!

Hicks: The Saint is MEAN AS HELL DADDY!

Grant: You're just figuring that out now? The Saint reaches into the black bag again and pulls out what appears to be a large SALT TABLET?

Hicks: I don't even want to think about what he's going to do here!

Grant: The Saint takes the salt tablet and places it on Hatstand's back. He lifts his foot and STOMPS THE SALT TABLET INTO HATSTAND'S BACK! IT BREAKS INTO PIECES AND THE SAINT IS NOW GRINDING IT INTO HATSTAND'S BACK WITH HIS FOOT!

Hicks: MY GOD! THIS IS SICKENING!

Grant: Hatstand continues to writhe in pain as the Saint grinds the salt into Hatstand's wounds with his foot! The Saint now pulls out a bottle of LEMON JUICE aid is POURING IT INTO HATSTAND'S WOUNDS!

Hicks: This is BARBARIC! CRUELTY FOR THE SAKE OF CRUELTY!

Grant: Yes it is and that's what makes him the Saint! He tosses the bottle aside and STOPS on Hatstand's back and he writhes in agony from the pain! The Saint reaches down and yanks Hatstand up to his feet where he hits him with a RECKONING DAY! Hatstand is down and the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT IN TIME! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: The Saint slams his fist on the mat in frustration because he thought that was it!

Grant; This match means a great deal to both of them and the Saint’s reaction showed how important it is! The Saint pulls Hatstand up and sends him into the ropes. Hatstand rebounds and the Saint catches him with a SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: The impact made Hatstand cringe after the damage the Saint did to his back!

Grant: The Saint used his back like a carving board and Hatstand is going to feel that for a while! Hatstand tries to get but the Saint clobbers him across the back with a forearm bash! Another one and the Saint is WHALING on Hatstand!

Hicks: The Saints hits him with a big knee and I think that caught Hatstand under the jaw! He drops to all fours and the Saint STOMPS ON HATSTAND'S HANDS!

Grant: Hatstand recoils in pain and reflexively stands up …. The Saint boots him in the gut and hits him with a FINAL DESTINATION!

Hicks: That is it! That has to be IT!

Grant: The Saint covers him and here's the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: That might be the closest call we've had all match!

Grant: We've had a ton of them tonight! The Saint apparently is ready to end this as he signals for ABSOLUTION! He grabs Hatstand and lifts him up on his shoulders …. Wait, what's that in Hatstand’s hand ….

Hicks: STAPLE GUN! HATSTAND JUST STAPLED THE SAINT IN THE FACE WITH A STAPLE GUN!

Grant: The Saint drops Hatstand and clutches at his face while Hatstand goes after him with the staple gun! I’d ask how he got that in the ring but at this point I'm done asking questions. I'm just watching!

Hicks: Hatstand is making sure to use EVERY STAPLE in that staple gun as he is stapling the Saint everywhere he can!

Grant: There are staples in the Saint's chest, his shoulders, his legs …. HATSTAND TRIED TO STAPLE THE SAINT'S JUNK! Fortunately for the Saint he was able to avoid that but not the staple RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE!

Hicks: The Saint is covered in staples! He'll never get through a metal detector that way!

Grant: The Saint is trying to pull out the staples in his flesh and Hatstand is slipping a piece of metal into his mask! He goes to the Saint and HEAD BUTTS HM WITH THE PIECE OF METAL!

Hicks: The Saint drops and he might be out! Hatstand covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Grant: Neither of them will stay down! You have to wonder what it is going to take to finish one of them given what they have ensured so far! Hatstand grabs the staple gun and puts several staples into the top of the Saint’s head! He now grabs a chair and places it in the centre of the ring. Hatstand now picks up the Saint and PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE CHAIR!

Hicks: And he had staples in his head when he made impact with the chair! Hatstand is not holding back with his violence tonight!

Grant: Neither of them have! Hatstand angrily boots the Saint in the head and now goes to grab another table from outside the ring. He slides it under the ropes and goes back inside to set it up in the corner and I can only imagine what Hatstand has in mind for this!

Hicks: The Saint is up and Hatstand quickly blasts him with a big right! He slaps on a headlock and DRIVES THE SAINT THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A BULLDOG! WOW!

Grant: The table is DESTROYED and the Saint isn't moving! Hatstand quickly covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME! WOW THAT WAS SO CLOSE!

Hicks: HOW IS THE SAINT HOLDING ON! HOW IS HE STILL KICKING OUT AFTER ALL OF THIS!

Grant: The Saint has been one of the toughest men to beat in the history of wrestling as he has been able to will himself to victory in situations like this! Hatstand can't believe he kicked out and now he picks up a piece of the broken table and BASHES the Saint with it!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost MANIACAL as he batters the Saint with that broken piece of table! He's screaming at the Saint to stay down and to take his vanquishment like a man! Hatstand is LOSING IT!

Grant: These men want to beat each other so badly they are almost losing themselves in the process! Hatstand hits the Saint with the table piece one last time and throws it aside. He is making it clear he feels he has worn the Saint down enough as he is signalling it’s time to end this as he goes for the S.Y.S.F!

Hicks: Hatstand has it on! He has the Saint trapped in the middle of the ring! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint tap out or pass out!

Grant: Hatstand is putting every last bit of strength he has left to try to put the Saint away! The Saint is trying to fight out of it but Hatstand isn’t letting up!

Hicks: The Saint is fighting like hell as he knows if he can’t break this hold the match is over!

Grant: Hatstand is squeezing harder and harder and the Saint is slowing down! His knees are buckling and he’s dropping towards the mat! The Saint is passing out!

Hicks: Hatstand sees this and is cranking up the pressure! He screams at the fans he’s exposed the fraud that is the Saint and he will always be better than him!

Grant: The fans are booing lustfully as Hatstand continues to trash talk the Saint as he is inching closer to victory! Hatstand screams this is a testament to his invincibility …. The Saint takes his thumb and GOUGES Hatstand in the open wound on his forehead that is exposed due to the tear in his mask!!

Hicks: Hatstand growls in pain as the Saint is pushing his thumb as far as he can into the open wound! Blood is pouring out of the wound and Hatstand lets go of the hold to pry the Saint’s thumb out of the wound …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and FLINGS him across the ring and the Saint has broken free of the S.Y.S.F!

Grant: The Saint has escaped but he is feeling the effects of the assault from Hatstand! He rises up to go after Hatstand …. SUPER KICK BY HATSTAND TO THE SAINT! The Saint drops like he was shot and Hatstand covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Even when the Saint found some breathing room Hatstand was able to connect with another big move! The Saint managed to kick out but how much longer can he hold on!

Grant: That’s a good question because even legends like the Saint have their limits! Hatstand has limits as well but right now he still has control of the match and catches the Saint as he strands with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!

Hicks: The Saint goes face down to the mat and now Hatstand grabs his legs for a CALF CRUSHER!

Grant: I’ve never seen Hatstand use this move but in a match like this against your bitter rival and an all-time great, you go deep into your arsenal to get the win! Hatstand has the Saint trapped and you can see the agony on the Saint’s face! He is trying to power out of it but I don’t know if he has the strength left!

Hicks: Hatstand is leaning back as far as he can and he is putting all of his strength into it! He wants to make the Saint tap with the whole world watching!

Grant: The Saint is again trying to power out of the hold but Hatstand has perfect leverage! The Saint looks around for an avenue of escape and he sees a small black bag nearby! The Saint reaches out for it and it’s JUST out of his reach!

Hicks: I have no idea what’s in there but the Saint seems to think it will get him out of the hold! But he has to get it first and it’s too far for him!

Grant: The Saint keeps reaching for it as Hatstand leans back and the pain is unmistakable! The Saint gets his fingertips on it and is trying to move it towards him! Hatstand torques his leg and the Saint growls angrily as pain shoots through his leg!

Hicks: The Saint reaches out again and now he has the very furthest part of his fingertips on it and is starting to pull it towards him!

Grant: The Saint gets the bag and frantically opens it up! He turns the bag over and dumps its contents on the mat under Hatstand’s head …. THUMB TACKS! The Saint just dumped a bunch of THUMB TACKS ON THE MAT!

Hicks: What the hell is going to do with those! He’s still in the Calf Crusher!

Grant: I have no idea but the Saint obviously has a plan! He leans towards Hatstand, grabs him by the throat and BASHES HATSTAND’S HEAD INTO THE THUMB TACKS! He does it again! Again! AND AGAIN!

Hicks: The Saint just turned Hatstand’s head into a PIN CUSHION!

Grant: Hatstand still has the hold on but is feeling the pain from having his head slammed into a pile of thumbtacks! The Saint slams his head into the thumb tacks again and HATSTAND LETS GO! The Saint has escaped the Calf Crusher!

Hicks: There are at least a dozen thumb tacks sticking out of Hatstand’s mask and you know they all pierced his skin!

Grant: I’ve seen thumb tacks used in countless matches throughout the years but never like that! Hatstand gets up and is trying to refocus after getting his head slammed into the mat …. THE SAINT WIPES HATSTAND OUT WITH A SPEAR!

Hicks: He hit Hatstand so hard I’m surprised he’s still in his shoes!

Grant: That was one of the most devastating spears I’ve ever seen and the Saint THROWS himself on top of Hatstand for the cover! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: These men are INHUMAN! Both of them should have taken the three count numerous times tonight but they both still keep going! What is going to take to put one of them away!

Grant: Hatstand is trying to pry himself up off the mat as he must feel like he was hit by a truck! He turns towards the Saint who grabs Hatstand by the throat and hoists him up for a CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WOW! Hatstand bounced at least a foot off the mat! The Saint put all he has left into that!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand again and here’s the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Hicks: This is UNREAL! The Saint won’t stay down! Hatstand won’t stay down! They have beaten the living hell out of each other and have done things to each other that in any other walk of life other than wrestling would land them both in the state penitentiary! But they are both fighting like hell and neither one is giving an inch! This is AWESOME DADDY!

Grant: This is indeed AWESOME and no matter how this match ends neither man is going to be the same after this! The Saint slowly gets to his feet and moves towards Hatstand as he tries to figure out how to finish him off! The Saint reaches down and pulls Hatstand to his feet …. Hatstand has a steel garbage can lid and SMASHES THE SAINT OVER THE HEAD!

Hicks: The Saint drops and Hatstand smashes him AGAIN! Hatstand isn’t done!

Grant: He’s not done but how much does he have left! Hatstand drags the Saint towards the corner and heads to the top rope! He somehow gets to the top and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: Now I have to ask how the hell is the Saint still in this! That would have put away 99 percent of the roster!

Grant: Hatstand grabs his head and is muttering to himself how the hell do I put this man away, a question asked by numerous wrestlers over the years! Hatstand pulls the Saint up and sets him up for a DDT …. The Saint breaks loose and quickly throws Hatstand on his shoulders for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Hicks: The Saint covers Hatstand gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME!

Grant: I can’t believe what I have seen from these two tonight! Lesser wrestlers would have been put away long ago and these two are going move for move!

Hicks: Both of these men have given everything they have and more! This has been a match for the AGES!

Grant: Wrestling fans will be talking about this match for a LONG time after tonight! That’s how incredible this festival of blood and guts has been! The Saint, tired and bruised, goes over to Hatstand and pulls him off the mat …. HATSTAND JUST SPRAYED SOMETHING IN THE SAINT’S FACE!

Hicks: BEAR MACE! HATSTAND USED BEAR MACE!

Grant: Hatstand used bear mace at Hell’s Holiday to cost him the RAGE World Championship against Daniel Dare! Now he’s using it again to try to blind the Saint …. It looks like he only got the Saint in ONE EYE! He got him in one eye which is now completely shut but the Saint still has one eye working! He angrily swings his elbow at Hatstand and connects with him enough to knock him backwards!

Hicks: The Saint stumbles to the corner and starts digging through a pile of weapons that are laying around! Hatstand regains his footing and begins making his way over towards the Saint, bear mace still in tow! He clearly wants to use it again!

Grant: He knows even with just one working eye the Saint is still a threat and he wants to take away any chance of the Saint winning! Hatstand raises the can of bear mace and prepares to spray the Saint again …. The Saint gets up and he has an AXE HANDLE!

Hicks: The Saint’s weapon of choice from years past!

Grant: Hatstand goes to spray the Saint and the Saint swings the axe handle at the car of bear mace and CONNECTS …. HATSTAND ACCIDENTALLY SPRAYS HIMSELF IN THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact from the axe handle caused the bear mace can to turn towards Hatstand as he prepared to spray it! He got himself instead and Hatstand can’t see!

Grant: Hatstand claws at his eyes trying to clear away the bear mace as his eyes have to be burning …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and throws him on his shoulders for ABSOLUTION!

Hicks: HE GOT HIM!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand! 1 …. 2 …. 3! THE SAINT WINS!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE TLC MATCH …. THE HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(Crowd pops)

Grant: WHAT …. A …. MATCH! That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! The Saint prevails over The Hooded Hatstand in one of the wildest, bloodiest, goriest matches I have ever seen! We knew it would be wild coming in given the hatred these two men have for each other, but it exceeded my expectations by a wide margin. Again I say WHAT A MATCH!

Hicks: That was OFF THE HOOK DADDY! These men who hate each other with all of their beings practically tried to KILL each other, and did things to each other that will have people redefine the words cruelty and torture because those definitions don’t do justice to the carnage we just witnessed!

Grant: It absolutely does not! We have seen grudge matches over the years where things we never thought possible took place, and this match might have outdone all of those. But it goes to show that grudge matches make for great matches and these two bitter enemies gave us an absolute BANGER tonight!

Hicks: You will get no argument from me! Matches like this are why I love wrestling!

Grant: Same goes for me! Medical personnel have rushed to the ring and are attending to both the Saint and Hatstand. Both men are going to need serious medical attention after this and neither of them are going to be the same after a life altering encounter like this.

Hicks: Ellers raises the Saint’s hand in victory and he immediately falls onto a stretcher the paramedics brought into the ring. Hatstand is being helped into a stretcher and is immediately being taken to the hospital. The Saint won’t be far behind and they should both be grateful TCW has excellent benefits for its wrestlers!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are going to get good use out of it after tonight! Resurrection has seen some of the most historic matches in TCW take place and we added another one to that list as the Saint defeats The Hooded Hatstand in one of the most barbaric matches I’ve ever called. The fans are giving the Saint a massive ovation as the paramedics wheel him towards the locker room and the Saint holds his arm up in acknowledgement before again collapsing on the stretcher. This match will be a very popular topic on social media tonight and all I can say is, it’s well deserved.

Grant: It’s been a truly wild and unforgettable night and we aren’t finished – not by a long way, because the top two belts in TCW are on the line in consecutive matches. KTK has to defend the Intercontinental belt NOW and then immediately defend the World title. It’s a HUGE ask.

Hicks: It sure is, Daddy, but Imma believer. Imma say she gonna do it. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: I’m FAR from convinced. Both Fir and Lorrenza have fought her many times and know what to expect. You can be sure that they’ve learnt from those experiences.

Hicks: Them there yahoos just ain’t that smart, Daddy. This here’s a Hell's Holiday rematch, you know, what we dun saw for that there TCW World Championship. Miss Kitty dun made that there ‘winner take all’ challenge – and WON!

Grant: That was THEN. It could very well be VERY different this time as she has to defend the top two belts BACK TO BACK. This isn’t an accident. Don’t forget that Lorrenza and Fir WON the right to face her. They are ON FORM and very, VERY determined.

Hicks: Imma real determined too, Daddy – determined that Miss Kitty dun gonna win.

Grant: Let’s pass things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! It will be a Triple Threat Match. Contesting for this prize ARE….

He is a member of the UnStables and is being accompanied by the lovely Desire. He is from London, England and weighs in at 250 lbs. He is the King of Vampires Lucas... Fir!

(Lights go out and a fog starts to roll in as The Devil in Our Wake by Shaman's Harvest plays (https://youtu.be/M__rsfZuytw) as the drums hits Lucas Fir appears onstage to a volley of pyro. Desire comes out next to him)

(Fir and Desire walk to the ring. Fir slides under the ring and gets to his feet as Desire slides in between the middle ropes. She stands in front of Fir and they kiss before they pose for a huge pop)

Salas: AND!

(The lights dim as "Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blares over the P.A. system. As the opening chords play out, the crowd almost instantly reacts with a chorus of cheers. A gold spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, about half way in between the actual curtain and the ring, and the camera shifts back to the ring as Winston Marcello Salas brings the microphone up to his lips.)

Salas: Making his way to the ring, he stands 6'6" tall and weighs in at 265 lbs. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California... he IS "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling", "God's Gift to Wrestling", and "The Main Attraction In The Wrestling Industry"! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "HOT SHOT" SEAN LORRENZA!

("Hot Shot" Sean Lorrenza appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire, which consists of black trunks that have a yellow "SL" logo outlined in red on the crotch and a red "Hot Shot" logo outlined in white on the buttocks, black knee and elbow pads, white wrist tape, and black boots. He is also sporting that famous cocky grin of his. The fans erupt in a sea of cheers again, which causes "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling" to flash a full, bright smile. Sean looks around, taking in the reaction with great pride before strutting down the ramp in a cocky manner and stopping inside the gold spot light. He then smirks once again, looking out into the crowd, before raising his right arm HIGH in the air, causing the reaction to grow louder!

Sean looks around again with another satisfying smirk on his face before proceeding to the ring. He then makes his way up the ring steps, through the ropes, and into the middle of the ring before dropping to one knee. Gold pyrotechnics then explode from all four turnbuckles as Sean extends his arms and holds his head up ever-so-cockily with that nasty grin appearing on his face again.)

Salas: AND your defending champion!

(Matthew Margeson’s `Damage Control' hits. Damage Control (youtube.com
The lights dim. A soft Russian accented voice intones…)
"Combining the elegance of Olde England, the mystery of Mother Russia and the passion of La belle France, we give you the one and only, the inimitable - KITTEN THAT KILLS!"
(A flash of fire and lights, in perfect harmony with the strident, pounding rhythm of her intro music proclaim her arrival. Above her the giant screen displays shots of her in scintillating action.)

Salas: There are cute cats
There are pussy cats
There are even wild cats
...And then... there’s the HELL CAT

And HERE is your very own

K! T! K!
The Kitten That Kills!!!

(The screen displays the >^,^< symbol: white on a black background. KTK stands proudly and confidently taking in the scene. She sets off towards the stage, her gait filled with all the haughty disdain of a prom queen at a nerds' convention. The crowd explode in an avalanche of BOOS, whilst a small cadre of her die hard fans still cheer loudly.
At the ring, she grabs the top rope to vault into the ring. Her gymnastic agility comes to the fore as she spins and rolls in the air to land perfectly on her feet. With her arms flung back and her impressive chest thrust forward, she takes the boos of the crowd as music to her ears.)

Grant: There are no taunting smiles from KTK tonight. She’s all business.

Hicks: Yep, on account of she her favorite belt to defend.

Grant: “Favourite”? I think she’s taken a strong liking to holding the World title, but I get your point; she does hold the record for the longest reign with the Intercontinental, so it clearly means a lot to her.

Hicks: Too darn right it does, Daddy!

Grant: Patty "Poundcake" Pound is our referee. She holds up the belt that KTK reluctantly handed over, passes it to the timekeeper and - calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: Wow, just look at the size differences: Lorrenza is 6’6”, Fir 6’ and KTK just 5’2”!

Hicks: And a half! Don’t forget that there half, Daddy!

Grant: KTK runs and hurls herself at Fir. He sways aside, but she wasn’t trying to hit him – just use him as a fulcrum. She swings around his waist and boots Lorrenza in the ribs!

Hicks: Just look at that there speed. Ain’t no way them other varmints is gonna match that. No sirree, not a dang chance. See that? She ain’t got no time for shakin’ hands! She’s on him like a crazy cat that smelled tuna, Daddy

Grant: And now KTK immediately vaults up onto Lorrenza’s back! Raking the forehead! Lorrenza is shedding blood in the first seconds of the match!

Hicks: Imma tell y’all for a darn FACT - Those claws are illegal in eighteen countries, but not here. No sirree! They sure ain’t – sure as mah name is John, but mah brother’s is Shannan.

Grant: Fir pulls her off, throws her and – NO! She lands on her feet!

Hicks: Dun y’all just hate it when cats do that. Kinda makes physics and all that there science stuff look dumb.

Grant: Right. Says my genius co-commentator.

Hicks: Sure do!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza share a quick nod. Seems like neither wants to take their eyes off KTK. They circle her cautiously, trying to corner her.

Hicks: It’s like tryin’ to trap one of them there house cats on bath day. Y’all gotta be real careful or you end up bleedin’, Daddy and not just a little bit neither.

Grant: KTK fakes left - then darts right! Lorrenza lunges. She slides beneath his arm, pops up behind him - springboard off his back - dropkick to Fir’s knee!

Hicks: She just dun used Sean as gym equipment. That ain’t respectful. Nope, not a bit of it: it’s resourceful! That’s what it is.

Grant: Fir stumbles forward, grabbing at his kneecap. KTK lands light as a feather, turning on a sixpence. Now she’s sprinting for the corner - she scales the turnbuckles like a ladder!

Hicks: She moves faster than my brother Shannan when that there bar tab dun show up.

Grant: Diving crossbody - aimed at both men! They catch her - but she shifts her weight mid-air! KTK backflips over them - lands behind - double dropkick to their backs, sending both men into the ropes!

Hicks: She juked ’em like she was made of rubber bands, Daddy!

Grant: Fir rebounds - tries to clothesline her, but she bends backwards into a Matrix dodge and HE MISSES BY INCHES! She snaps back upright - roundhouse kick - but Fir blocks! Lorrenza swings with a heavy right. KTK ducks. HE HITS FIR!

Hicks: Friendly fire happens, Grant! Not that that matters none in this here match. It’s every honcho for themselves.

Grant: Fir staggers, holding his jaw, but is still on his feet. Lorrenza looks shocked – mostly at KTK’s speed, but KTK has already launched herself. She leaps, grabs Sean’s shoulders - poison-rana! She spikes Lorrenza straight onto his neck!

Hicks: That there’s what happens when you ain’t aware of your kitty cat situation. She just dun turned the big man into a pretzel!

Grant: Lorrenza rolls out to the apron, shaking the cobwebs loose. Fir charges again. KTK sidesteps, guiding him - and he runs shoulder-first into the ring post!

Hicks: You’d think that there vamper would see better in the dark, but nope.

Grant: KTK slides under the bottom rope, avoiding Fir’s collapse. Now she’s perched on the apron - springboard-missile-dropkick to Lorrenza on the outside! The big man crashes into the barricade!

Hicks: That there barricade’s doin’ its best, but it ain’t built for beef like Lorrenza, Daddy..

Grant: KTK whirls back toward the ring. Fir tries to grab her from the canvas. She stomps on his hand, then gracefully flips over him - standing moonsault! She hooks his leg—quick pin attempt—Fir kicks out instantly!

Hicks: Not a chance that early, but she’s a-makin’ him work for every darn breath.

Grant: KTK pops up, frustrated, but here comes Lorrenza again, rushing back into the ring like a freight train - KTK scrambles, jumps, uses Fir’s shoulder as a pivot —spinning heel kick to Lorrenza’s temple! He drops to one knee!

Hicks: She jumped off Lucas like he was part of the dang furniture! She ain’t got her no allies, but she do got her some launch pads, Daddy.

Grant: Fir stands - tries to grab her again, but she grabs HIS arm, swings around his body like a vine, and kicks Lorrenza square in the face mid-spin, knocking Sean flat!

Hicks: That was a double whammy delivered with one gorgeous body! If she gets bored of wrestlin’, Cirque du Soleil is gonna kidnap her. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir finally catches her - he lifts - backbreaker attempt - but KTK slides down his back and rakes the shoulders, drawing blood!

Hicks: Yep, that there’s her Jaguar Drop. Them there claws are out! First blood on Lucas Fir. That vamper ain’t supposed to be doin’ the bleedin’, but that’s what’s a-happenin’, Daddy..

Grant: Fir stumbles forward from the pain. KTK smirks, licking her fingers—not for shock value, but to taunt him. She knows she’s getting into his head.

Hicks: She’s pokin’ the undead bear and them is real sharp pokes alright. Just ask that there vamper.

Grant: Lorrenza, bruised but furious, roars back to his feet—big boot attempt! KTK flips backward—lands ON the ropes—springboards—double dropkick, hitting both men at once! Both crash to the mat—KTK lands in a crouch, breathing hard, eyes wild.

Hicks: That whole sequence was like tryin’ to film a tornado ridin’ a squirrel. I saw it happen but Imma STILL dun fully understand it none.

Grant: The champion stands alone in the centre, both challengers down. The crowd is roaring, - roaring to encourage both Fir and Lorrenza. It’s not troubling KTK. She is smiling now, like chaos is her natural habitat.

Hicks: She’s havin’ the time of her life, Grant. Meanwhile them there varmints, Lorrenza and Fir are bleedin’; bleedin’ real good, Daddy.

Grant: They sure aren’t happy. Again they move, split apart and attempt to - Lorrenza charges! Finally! He gets his hands on KTK. He lifts her clean off the mat in one explosive motion. POWER SLAM! The champion hits hard, her spine folding on impact!

Hicks: That right there can shut down a career! Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy. Heck, that there slam was like the Earth just dun punched her back!

Grant: The crowd gasps—some fans jump to their feet, screaming at KTK to move, more – far more - are chanting for Lorrenza, sensing the shift. That was the first true power hit of the match, and it landed flush.

Hicks: And look! Folks in the front row winced like they took it. Ain’t nobody breathin’ right now.

Grant: Fir is back up, clutching the claw marks on his shoulder—blood streaking down his arm. He looks furious—and humiliated. He charges—running boot aimed at KTK’s head—

Hicks: SHE ROLLS! SHE ROLLS!

Grant: Fir’s heel SMASHES into Lorrenza’s jaw! Teeth in the fourth row!

CROWD: “OOOOOOOH!”

Grant: Just listen to that a mix of cheers and horrified gasps.

Hicks: Fir just dun gave Lorrenza a dental appointment he ain’t booked!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses sideways, clutching his jaw, eyes wide and glassy. Fir realizes the opportunity that’s created immediately—he looks down at his own boot like it has a life of its own and then looks back at KTK. Who springs up - not to run - but to attack the wound.

Hicks: She dun smell blood—LITERALLY. Like a lil’ sexy shark in boots!

Grant: KTK pounces on Fir - double rake down the back! Nails dragging from shoulder to waist—red lines split open in two clean strokes.

Hicks: Heck that ain’t wrestling. That there’s what Imma call artistic violence.

Grant: Fir yells in pain, arching his spine. KTK doesn’t let go. She wraps an arm around his neck—leaning her forehead against his ear - and laughs. The crowd is split and not equally. Some are cheering the spectacle, most are booing the cruelty.

CROWD: “KIT-TEN! KIT-TEN!” vs “YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!”

Hicks: Imma reckon she’s a-gettin’ into his mind, makin’ him feel like prey. Vamper or not, she gonna make him feel real mortal. And that’s a fact, Daddy – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza tries to rise. He’s shaking, drooling blood, jaw possibly dislocated. KTK transitions - rolls Fir into a tight inside cradle!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!!—”

Grant: Fir explodes out at 2.7, nearly flipping KTK over his head. The crowd roars in shock, and delight. Really, she almost stole the match right there!

Hicks: She ain’t a-playin’ none, Hoss. She’ll take a win with claws or math wrestling! Whatever it dun take.

Grant: KTK scrambles upright, but Fir catches her ankle - DRAGS HER DOWN - vicious elbow strike to the mouth! Blood bursts from KTK’s lip.

Hicks: That’s payment, and with plenty of that there interest!

Grant: KTK blinks—blood dripping from her chin. She licks it again—this time slow, staring Fir dead in the eyes. The building changes—crowd noise becomes a wall of energy, feeding her madness.

Hicks: That there ain’t no madness, Daddy. That’s psychological warfare. She’s a-sayin’, “You can’t hurt me—you just dun gone made me stronger.” That’d mess ME up for dang sure.

Grant: Fir, seemingly rattled, or at the sight of the blood, hesitates - and that’s all she needs. She kips up—swings her body—heel kick to Fir’s temple! He drops to a knee!

Hicks: Fir is staggered like he just woke up in the wrong dang house. Or coffin.

Grant: Lorrenza surges back into action. Blood streaking from his mouth and forehead, eyes burning. KTK tries another spinning kick, but Lorrenza catches her mid-air! The crowd explodes!

CROWD: “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!”

Grant: Sean lifts her HIGH - gorilla press - she claws at his forearms, digging deep, drawing thick beads of blood, but Lorrenza refuses to drop her.

Hicks: That there’s toughness what ya’ll just can’t teach! He’s holdin’ a wild animal, Daddy!

Grant: He throws her like a projectile—straight into Fir! KTK’s body collides - and SHE TWISTS mid-flight, turning impact into a dropkick to Fir’s chest! They both hit the mat in a heap!

Hicks: Imma dun understand me the physics of that! She got thrown and chose violence on the way down!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses to a knee—blood pouring—hands shaking. He sees an opportunity—he crawls toward KTK and drapes an arm for the cover!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!! THR’”

Grant: NO! Fir, gasping, breaks the pin with the last ounce of strength he has - pushing Lorrenza off with pure instinct! The crowd is roaring in disbelief!

CROWD: “THIS IS AWESOME!” (clap clap clap-clap-clap)

Hicks: They’re bleedin’, they’re breakin’, and ain’t nobody quittin’. This is why we love this here sport so dang much.

Grant: KTK rolls away, clutching her ribs, smearing blood over her midsection. I’m not sure whose blood anymore. Fir sits up, breathing hard, blood streaking his back. Lorrenza rises last, shaking off pain, but you can clearly see that fury building.

Hicks: Momentum dun gone shifted. In fact Imma say it dun WHIRLED, Daddy!. It’s a storm now, sure as mah name is John, but -

Grant: Three warriors—bleeding, panting—ready to kill or die for the Intercontinental Championship. And the crowd wants MORE. They don’t have to wait. KTK wipes blood from her claws with a slow swipe across her palm—her eyes gleam. She’s smiling through a split lip. She sure likes the taste of chaos.

Hicks: That there’s a grin no dentist wants to see. That’s what Imma reckon. She looks like she’s a-waitin’ for somebody to make a real bad choice, Daddy. Cuz you just KNOW she got the speed to capitalize on it.

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza lock eyes again—both of them bleeding, both of them breathing like bulls in winter air. They don’t need words. They charge as one!

Hicks: That there’s like tag-team telepathy. That ain’t right. This here’s a doggone Triple Threat! But LOOK! We got us two dang mountains rushin’ at one very angry kitten.

Grant: Double shoulder block—KTK cartwheels mid-impact, knees clitting the mat—she flips and lands on her feet AGAIN! The arena erupts—massive groans!

CROWD: “Ooooooh!”

Hicks: How?! I dun swear that there cutie ain’t got no bones. She’s made outta springs and spite. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir shoots in low - sweeping the leg - KTK finally loses equilibrium! She starts to fall - Lorrenza TIMES THE CLOTHESLINE MID-DESCENT - and takes her head off mid-spin! KTK crashes flat - her body sliding across the canvas from the force of that blow.

Hicks: That there’s a flip-to-flop situation, and that flop sure sounded more’n a mite painful.

Grant: KTK lies spread-eagled for half a second, limbs twitching from the impact. The crowd cheers as one, but then she rolls over, coughing blood.

Hicks: That there is the first time somebody made her land anywhere but her dang feet.

Grant: Fir is on her instantly - stomping with measured fury, each boot coming down across her ribs, arms, side. He’s not trying to showboat. He’s trying to end the landing streak and break her confidence.

Hicks: He’s controllin’ the cat. Them there boots is a-keep the claws from a-comin’ out.

Grant: Lorrenza steps behind her, grabs her under both arms - full nelson - lifting her like a rag-doll. KTK’s boots kick and scrape for leverage, claws slicing the air - and then she digs her nails into her own palms just to get blood on her hands.

Hicks: Heck! Imma reckon ah never dun seen that before. She’s a-smearing her OWN blood on his FACE!

Grant: She swings backward, rakes Lorrenza’s forehead with blood-slick claws, reopening and creating fresh wounds! Red sprays across her hair, his chest, the mat! The crowd goes feral—half horrified, half ecstatic.

CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Hicks: That there ain’t just pain—that’s humiliation, Daddy. Nobody wants a smaller opponent wearin’ you like a dang canvas!

Grant: Fir sees Lorrenza falter from the claws. He rushes forward, but KTK kicks the ropes with both boots, uses the tension to snap her body upward. She folds over Lorrenza’s shoulder - and DROPS BEHIND him!

Hicks: Heck! She just shed that Full Nelson like a winter coat!

Grant: KTK sprints - bounces off the ropes – rebounds - SLICING FOREARM across Lorrenza’s bloody brow! He stumbles. Fir tries to catch her. She jumps ONTO Fir’s shoulders – spins - tilt-a-whirl headscissors sending Fir flying straight into Lorrenza!

Hicks: Dang! She makin’ ’em bump into each other like two confused tractors in a corn maze!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza crash into each other, heads colliding; the blood on their faces mixing into a red smear. Both collapse to a knee. KTK senses an opening. It’s like she’s looking at prey animals staggering.

Hicks: This is the dang danger, Daddy. We dun normally see this, but Imma reckon when she dun smell all that there blood, it dun gone tun her into somethin’ real primal-like.

Grant: KTK crawls toward them, slow like a stalking animal. Her movements low, predatory. She grips Lorrenza’s jaw, dragging his face close—and licks the blood from his cheek.

Hicks: THAT THERE’S JUST PLAIN RUDE. Highly psychol-malogical, but rude!

CROWD: “KIT-TEN IS SICK!” (followed by some laughter, but mostly shock, boos and camera flashes.)

Grant: Fir lunges on instinct. He doesn’t care about strategy any more. He just wants to stop the madness – And WIN. He grabs her by the throat. Lifts her - and slams her into the corner turnbuckles so hard the ring posts shake!

Hicks: That right there wasn’t a wrestling move. That was “please stop licking people!” Yep, that’s what Imma reckon.

Grant: Fir throws her forward. Lorrenza catches her in mid-charge - Spinebuster into the mat! KTK arches, stunned, gasping for air, her claws scraping desperately across the canvas.

CROWD: “OOOHHHHHHH!”

Hicks: That there’s the sound of a cat hittin’ the ground and not likin’ it, not a darn bit.

Grant: Lorrenza looks at Fir, not with anger, but with clear purpose. He nods. Fir nods back. The alliance is absolutely, undeniably real now.

Hicks: They done got tired of gettin’ scratched.

Grant: Fir lifts KTK, her limbs limp, blood on her teeth. He’s setting up the IMPALER. The crowd senses the kill and rises. There are thousands of voices screaming together, torn between awe and disbelief.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Hicks: This move has ended a whole bunch of folk, tough, mean and real talented - and KTK, she ain’t even standin’ no more.

Grant: Lorrenza holds her steady. Fir spins her - and DRIVES HER DOWN in a vicious arc! KTK hits so hard her body bounces. Fir rolls away, exhausted, nearly collapsing through the ropes to the apron.

Hicks: Dang Nabbit! This ain’t right. She is plum WRONG, Daddy. She ain’t landin’ on her feet none after that. Ain’t nobody could.

Grant: Lorrenza is already moving. He grabs KTK by the waist – lifting -oh, this looks like the HSD incoming…

Hicks: NOOOO!

Grant: He hits it!

Hicks: And then some!

Grant: Patty’s right there. Sean covers -

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Shoulder up! Somehow KTK managed to get an arm thrown up and that took a shoulder off the mat. She survives, but I’m not sure for how long, because in comes Fir once again. He jumps to land TWO FOOTED on KTK’s stomach, exploding the air out of her. He then bends, pulls him up – INVERTED! POWER BOMB!

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: Fir now drops- with a heavy elbow to the head!

Hicks: That’s on account of him being so SCARED, Daddy. He knows that just a half chance, that’s all – just a HALF CHANCE and Miss Kitty she can turn this around.

Grant: Fir rolls her up. Small Package!

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Lorrenza! He breaks it up with a Twisting Bodypress!

Hicks: Yep, and there weren’t no stopping that, Hombre.

Grant: Bodies scatter. KTK slowly pushes up, shakes her head, dribbling blood, but both Lorrenza and Fir are back to their feet. Fir swings a boot and PUNTS KTK across the ring – towards Sean! She spins, rolls and tumbles, coming to a stop at his feet. He picks her up – easily and – Gutbuster!

Hicks: Mean, but dang smart. Right where Fir dun bash her guts. Course, that there Miss Kitty, she dun got her a core of iron.

Grant: And she’s needing every shred of that strength right now. Lorrenza stamps on her head! He again hauls her up – this time to unsteady feet. Head butt! That sends her spinning away – straight into Fir’s clutches. German Suplex!

Hicks: Powerful, but that sure took a lot out of him.

Grant: And Lorrenza takes advantage. He closes on Fir, bends to grab the ankles – But Fir kicks out!

Hicks: Blocked!

Grant: Caught! Lorenza quickly pulls Fir’s feet high and flips him backwards over the ropes!

Hicks: Darn. That there was one heck of a nasty fall and what with him being all beat up already, that ain’t gonna help matters none.

Grant: But it helps Lorrenza. He steps back and finds KTK has struggled up to all fours, despite her extensive catalogue of injuries.

Hicks: Yep, she’s a whole heap tougher’n she looks, Daddy, sure as mah name is John Hicks!

Grant: Lorrenza stamps down on her hand! Damn! That was a brutal stomp. He may well have BROKEN her hand!

Hicks: Imma guess that’s one way of ensurin’ y’all don’t get scratched to ribbons.

Grant: Sean pulls her up by the hair, swings her around behind him and then DRAGS her over to slam her into the deck!

Hicks: Yeah, but she STILL somehow managed to get them there feet out to break the impact some. Them there reflexes are WAY more’n natural. Ain’t no wonder she dun been the champ ALL DANG YEAR, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza scowls in disappointment. He expected more. He WANTED more. His disdain and hatred of KTK is well documented. So now he pulls her back up and the crowd are chanting again. They can see what’s coming.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Grant: There are some fans groaning, even cringing at what’s happening here, but most – the vast majority – just want to see an end to KTK.

Hicks: That ain’t right, Daddy. Miss Kitty is the BEST darn thing about TCW. That there is a FACT: sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza spins and HITS IT! KTK is DESTROYED! Lorrenza holds both arms high taking in the cheers of the crowd and then DROPS! Heavy Elbow to the head! He’s taking no chances.

Hicks: Coz he knows he can’t! Even a glimmer of a chance is all that Miss Kitty needs and she can turn them there tables on you.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Hicks: What? NO!

Grant: Fir dives back in to tap Lorrenza’s ankle. It wasn’t a big hit, but Sean turned and in turning pulled KTK’s arm up. Fir stands a bit unsteadily, but stands and he’s pointing at KTK and saying something to Lorrenza. Lorrenza’s brow furrows, but that grim expression slowly turns to a sick smile.

Hicks: Huh? That can’t be good.

Grant: Now Fir and Lorrenza grab an arm each and almost carry KTK to a corner. There they wrap her arms into the top rope. They then place her legs behind the bottom rope.

Hicks: Dang it! Ain’t no kicking a-happening now, Daddy.

Grant: Finally, Lorrenza ties the tag cord around her throat!

Hicks: And the referee’s allowing this?

Grant: It’s Triple Threat; anything goes. And just listen to the crowd. They’ve no compunctions about ANY of this.

Grant: But not kicks - PUNCHES! Lucas Fir gives vent to all his frustrations – all the grief that KTK has caused him, the UnStables and especially Desire, he now gets payback for. Blow after blow rains down, snapping her head left and right. Blood sprays! Now her targets the body: ribs and guts. She’s black and blue AND very red. There’s a LOT of blood on KTK right now. Fir staggers back having seemingly punched himself out. Certainly he looks dead on his feet, but KTK looks far, FAR worse. I’m sure she’s unconscious, but honestly, could ANYONE have survived that?

Hicks: Imma reckon not.

Grant: Now Lorrenza steps in and KICKS her savagely right between the legs. A stinging back chop slams into her chest! And again!

Hicks: Dang. Them tits is gonna be swelled up even more after that.

Grant: Lorrenza now rushes in to CRUSH her into the corner. And he’s STILL not done! He grabs the middle ropes either side of her and repeatedly drills a massive shoulder into her chest! And the crowd are counting along.

Hicks: He’s a-going for TEN!

Grant: And gets it! Now he unties her and she face-plants, legs still tucked behind the ropes. Lorrenza drags her away from the ropes. She trails blood as he does. He turns her over and then Schoolgirls her.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!!

Hicks: But here comes that there vamper!

Pound: -THREE!!!”

Grant: Lucas was just too spent to get there in time!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and NEWWWWWW TCW Intercontinental Champion – SEAN LORRENZAAAAAA!!!!

Grant: Sean grins through the pain and blood. He stands, claims his prize and raises it high. Meanwhile Lucas exits to be High Fived by Desire before she helps him to the back. That was a SAVAGE fight and took its toll of everyone, but KTK – she got the worst of it. Lucas played a pivotal role. He was prepared to help Sean just for the chance to pay KTK back for all the misery she’d caused him and his friends. The fans are chanting his name as he heads to the back.

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: To that Sean just grins. It’s NOT a pretty expression, covered as he is in so much blood and that swollen jaw. He doesn’t care. He got what he came for and thrusts the belt high to massive cheers.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: Lorrenza throws his arms wide, basking in the glory.

Hicks: Huh, he couldn’t get the dang job done by himself. He needed that there vamper to help him, or Miss Kitty would STILL be the Intercontinental champion – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza slowly turns taking in the cheers. Now he lowers his arms, looks down at KTK, looks down at his boot and looks back at KTK before looking up at the fans and grinning. He shrugs.

CROWD: “KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT!”

Hicks: Dang! These fans are REALLY out for blood.

Grant: KTK pissed off a LOT of people. And ...what? Listen.

(Over the PA plays A Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It? (Official HD Video)

Grant: Lorrenza points to the fans at the chorus and there’s a chant -

CROWD: “YES YOU CAN!!”

Grant: And Lorrenza gives KTK a parting shot – to the side of the head! And the crowd erupts into cheers. Now, with the belt over his shoulder, Sean exits the ring to more chants.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: He sure knows how to get the fans on board. That then brings up the question – Who will the fans cheer for next? It’s KTK – or what’s left of her – facing Sean O in the main event – WHICH – I have to say looks like being a VERY short lived affair.

Hicks: Yeah, Imma real gutted, Daddy. Just LOOK at poor Miss Kitty. She ain’t yet moved since that there beat down from Hell. How’s she s’posed to defend that there World title in THAT state?

Grant: I concede, it looks all but impossible. She’s barely conscious and has TWO black eyes. One is closed and the other nearly so. If it DOES close, she’ll be blind and have ZERO chance….. as opposed to the minimal chance she currently has. Sean O will never get a better chance than this. KTK has been served to him on a platter.

Hicks: Ain’t THAT the truth, Daddy!

Grant: Well, this promises to be gruesome, but let’s get straight into it and hand things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will be defended by KTK, who – as you can see – is already in the ring.

Grant: And that’s greeted with a mix of Boos and laughter!

Salas: Her challenger...Hailing from the mean streets of Nashua, New Hamsphire; he is the heir to the Nashua Post Office fortune and is, in his own words, the buffest 99 pound "average sized man" in the world. He parties it up like it's still 2013 as he spends all of his free time doing bong hits and scarfing down White Castle. He still needs a high chair to sit at the dinner table because he's too small for a big boy chair, and – accompanied by the Hard Man, himself, The Driver AND Healthy Hardin - he's coming to the ring to kick someone's ass. It’s ......... SEAN O!

(A light shines down on the aisle in the form of a giant marijuana leaf while ‘Because I Got High’ by Afro Man begins to play. The fans begin to jeer and laugh as Sean O, decked out in a T-Shirt that reads "THE CAPTAIN" on the front and "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" on the back. The fans point and laugh at Sean while screaming "MIDGET!" and "DRUGGIE!" at him. This pisses off the average sized bad ass who runs over and swings at the fans, but fails to connect because he's too small to reach over the guard rail. He gives up and heads to the ring. He tries to jump up on the apron but again he is too small to make the leap so instead walking up the ring steps, he makes the timekeeper give him a boost up. People continue to mock him and laugh at him to which he responds by telling them all he'll kick their asses. He then pulls out a bong, lights it up and starts taking hits before the match starts.)

Grant: I don’t believe it. Sean O is so fixated on getting his next fix, he hasn’t even noticed KTK sprawled out, face down, in the middle of the ring.

Salas: And your referee for this match – Patty “Poundcake” Pound!

Grant: Patty is looking confused – more confused than I think I’ve ever seen her. The champion is barely conscious and the challenger is off his head! So much for the Main Event being special. This is a complete disaster!

Hicks: Hey! Let’s not go getting all carried away and then some. Just look what we DO have.

Grant: And what’s that exactly?

Hicks: A mighty fine view of Miss Kitty’s perfect ass!

Grant: Oh, like we haven’t seen it EVERY time she shows up?

Hicks: Y’all just can’t get enough of a good thing. That’s what Imma say, Daddy.

Grant: Now Patty just shrugs and calls for the bell. Seems like she might be good for an early finish.

**DING**DING**

Grant: So here we go. Or not. Sean O is in absolutely no rush. In fact he’s telling Patty to just lie down so her can PIN her ass, because HE’S the Captain and she’s …. REALLY let herself go. Ugh! He thinks Patty is KTK! Matters aren’t helped by Hardin offering Patty some ‘healthy’ slimming aids. The Driver simply shakes his head in disbelief or resignation – or maybe both. Every time you think Sean O has hit an all time low, he finds a new one.

Hicks: Well, that there ref ain’t putting up with no nonsense. That’s for sure. She’s a-pointing to KTK and telling that there vertically challenged druggie who his opponent REALLY is.

Grant: So, now Sean O does a double take. Make that three. He’s looking from Patty to KTK and back. He steps towards Patty, blinking, looks like he’s trying to understand the stripes, but is too stoned. Oh wait, now he nods and stumbles over to KTK. He bends over and – ugh.

Hicks: Gropes her ass! Darn it! Imma wanted that there job.

Grant: Hardin tells Sean O to ‘Kick her ass!’. That seems to wake him up – somewhat. Oh dear, yes he ‘wakes up’ enough to turn to Patty and harrangue HER. He’s claiming it’s INHUMANE to make him work under these conditions.

Hicks: What conditions?

Grant: He’s claiming that KTK stinks worse than week old fish!

Hicks; Imma dun smell nothing like that, Daddy.

Grant: No, neither does Patty, nor anyone else. It’s clearly Sean O’s overstimulated imagination. Basically, he’s still got so many drugs in his system that he’s hallucinating. I’m pretty sure that’ll be because of all the acid.

Hicks: Imma dun like that there acid none, Daddy. It burns!

Grant: Not THAT acid, you moron! The drug ‘acid’.

Hicks: Oh. That. Nope, got no time for that neither. Dun wanna besmirch the good family name.

Grant: The Hicks good name. Right. Anyway, Patty is telling Sean in no uncertain terms to shut up and get on with it, which naturally goes down like a lead balloon.

Hicks: Ha! He’s a-telling her that no one gives the order excepting the Captain – and that’s him.

Grant: All this arguing and prevarication though, it’s giving KTK time to recover; at least, as best she can. Looking at the state she’s in, I think it will take several WEEKS for her to recover from this.

Hicks: No way, Daddy! Miss Kitty, she’s one of them there Reverends. She can recover real fast.

Grant: REVENANTS, not Reverends! And that’s only what she CLAIMS. There’s never been any unequivocal proof. Still, you have to concede that she IS way tougher than she looks AND yes, she does indeed recover quickly, but that’s academic as right now she’s stuck in the ring, having been battered black and blue and RED. She’s been absolutely brutalised; so I doubt she’ll be recovering much, if at all.

Hicks: Imma still got me some of that there faith, Daddy. Miss Kitty gonna somehow pull herself together and – oh! Maybe not.

Grant: Sean O suddenly stops, jerks upright, eyes wide and holds up a single, cautionary finger.

Hicks: Looks like he dun had him an idea, Hoss.

Grant: That’s exactly what it looks like. He turns to point to The Driver and yells at him to “Watch this, Fatty!” He then turns, holds his big nose.

Hicks: Yep, that there sure is a mighty big hooter. Sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Sean O stomps over to KTK, like some petulant child; which looks all the more ridiculous because he’s holding his nose with one hand. He walks up behind KTK, stoops and grabs the back of her thong. Now he stands on her back and leans back to pull on that latex as hard as he can!

Hicks: He’s a giving her a dang wedgie!

Grant: Wedgie? He’s trying to split her in TWO! KTK shouts out in pain and Sean O gleefully releases the thong. It snaps back loudly slapping into her flesh. KTK twists and that forces Sean O to get off her back – but he immediately steps around to start – KICKING HER ARSE! He is stomping and literally kicking KTKs bare bottom. She’s doing her best to crawl away, but Sean O is easily keeping pace and kicking her butt repeatedly!

Hicks: Dang it! We ain’t never gonna hear the end of this now.

Grant: ONLY if he can actually remember doing it and that’s far from being a given. Oh no. Now Sean O STANDS on KTK’s butt and again grabs that thong. He’s released the hold on his nose and is waving that hand in the air like he’s a rodeo rider! He’s jumping on KTK’s butt! He’s stamping. He’s pulling on that thong – which must surely snap any second.

Hicks: He’s a-hollerin’ too, Daddy. It’s a bit squeaky, but otherwise that weren’t a completely pathetic effort at a YEEE-HA!

Grant: And the Driver just slowly shakes his head in disbelief. NO! It SNAPS! KTK’s thong has snapped and Sean O falls backwards to smack down hard on his arse! He looks between KTK’s legs and - screams! Sean O scrambles rapidly backwards on all fours and then turns to run! He runs and starts to climb up the referee!

Hicks: He’s a-gibbering, all incoherent-like. Imma dun understand a word he’s a-saying, daddy.

Grant: Hold on, He’s speaking less rapidly now and “CRABS!” Sean O is screaming that the crabs are out to get him – literally OUT of KTK’s pussy: THOUSANDS of them! He’s terrified that the swarm will eat him alive!

Hicks: But Imma dun see no crabs.

Grant: Because there AREN’T ANY! Sean O is still hallucinating. Patty peels Sean O off her and he immediately runs to his corner and ascends the ropes to get his feet off the floor. The Driver is now laughing and laughing hard.

Hicks: Never mind that, Miss Kitty’s a-getting up! Well, sorta. She gotten to all fours now, but that’s a real positive.

Grant: Yes, despite the carnage heaped upon her she’s refusing to give up. Ugh, but Sean O is screaming at her to put the thong back on because the crabs – the flesh-eating, killer carbs – are STILL pouring out of her.

Hicks: Well, that ain’t a-happening, daddy, on account of HIM dun breaking that there thong.

Grant: Healthy Hardin is trying to calm him and offers him a fat roll up. Sean O snaps his head around to look at the joint, then back to the “killer crabs”, then back to the joint. He snatches it, lights it up and smokes rapidly, taking big lungful after big lungful. And...that actually seems to calm him down. He now smiles; a really stupid grin and takes another huge hit.

Hicks: Whoa! Look at THAT!

Grant: KTK actually stands. She’s unsteady, but IS standing. She staggers over to Sean O, who is simply perched on the top ropes grinning like an idiot. She steps in, grabs him by the throat and pulls.

Hicks: Faceslam! That here huge nose dun broke his fall though.

Grant: And blood sprays all around!

Hicks: It sure amuses these here fans though.

Grant: KTK almost falls as she steps back and then DOES! She drops, hitting an elbow to the back of Sean’s head!

Hicks: I think he dun gone swallowed that there spliff, Daddy.

Grant: And… nothing. KTK seems spent from that effort and Sean O seems completely dazed. Patty looks from one to the other looking for signs of life. And….

Hicks: Miss Kitty! She’s a-rolling Short Stacks over!

Grant: he’s now on his back and – oh. It looks like he has a broken nose and mouthful of tobacco and cannabis! Actually, I reserve judgement on the nose. It was a messy, ugly thing to start with; so it’s hard to tell if it actually IS broken.

Hicks: Miss Kitty’s a-covering him. Imma KNEW she could do it!

Pound: ONE! -

Grant: Hold on. LOOK! Coming quickly down to the ring – it’s -

Hicks: Rust and NoVVa!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Rust is immediately accosting Patty, demanding that she disqualify KTK for “Outraging Public Decency”, despite the fact that wasn’t her fault. Sean O stripped her of the thong. Patty turns to tell Rust that and NoVVa leans into the ring, grabs an ankle and DRAGS KTK off Sean O and out under the ropes!

Hicks: Dang! That can’t be good.

Grant: It isn’t! NoVVa has zero love for KTK and boy does it show. She slugs KTK in the stomach, then hits a European Uppercut! KTK is in no condition to defend herself. NoVVa then plants a wicked headbutt!

Hicks: Not the nose! She’s got such a cute little, button nose.

Grant: That’s now pouring blood. Now NoVVa delivers a stinging Bitch Slap! That pitches KTK along the side of the apron – which seems to be the only thing holding her up. But not now! NoVVa grabs KTK, wraps her up and – POWERBOMB, into the concrete floor!

Hicks: Well, that ain’t right. Reckon Imma gone lodge me one of them there Oh-ficial complaints, Daddy.

Grant: You do that. Right now though NoVVa scoops up a seemingly unconscious KTK and rolls her back into the ring. She nods to Rust. He waves an admonishing finger at Patty and parts with an “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” As soon as he turn his back to Patty he smiles broadly. NoVVa rejoins him and they high five before heading back up the ramp.

Hicks: And now that there Munchkin is a-getting back to his feet.

Grant: Yes, he pulls the remains of the joint from his mouth and blinks at it in wonder. Looks like he thinks it his smoke that packed the punch and NOT his opponent. Seriously, I doubt if Sean O knows whether it’s Christmas or Easter. He now turns to Hardin and holds up the remains of the spliff to ask for another! Hardin tells him that he can have one AFTER he’s kicked KTK’s ass – again. Sean O turns to see KTK sprawled out on her back.

Hicks: This dun look none too good for poor Miss Kitty.

Grant: Sean O waddles uncertainly – like a drunkard – over to KTK and drops clumsily to his knees. He looks down on the extremely battered blonde and ….shrugs. He drops forward to make the pin, resting his head on her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Huh, seems like that’s enough of a pin for that there Ref.

Grant: Likely she’s just had enough and wants this to simply end.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Looks like we have a NEW World Champi’ – NO! What the? Sean O just sat up! He had KTK dead to rights and sat up!

Hicks: Well, if that dun beat all!

Grant: Hardin is looking at him incredulously. Now she’s asking WHY. Why didn’t he pin her?

Hicks: What’s the little feller saying?

Grant: Ugh. He’s claiming he couldn’t pin KTK because her HARD, SILICONE TITS were too painful to lie on! That has The Driver in even more stitches.

Hicks: But them there tits is all Nature’s own work, Daddy!

Grant: It seems like you aren’t the only one calling Sean O’s assertions into question. Sean O angrily stands as the fans are mocking him – telling him he’s too short to actually reach ANY breasts. Sean stomps his foot angrily, although it really DOES make him seem like a toddler having a tantrum. Now he’s telling Hardin, The Driver, The referee and anyone who will listen to his nonsense that he’ll PROVE IT. He bends over and PULLS KTK’s HALTER TOP OFF!

Hicks: YEEEEE-HAAA! Imma join with these fans and celebrate the liberation of them there hooters, Daddy!

Grant: And now Sean O straddles KTK and starts to pull, push and generally grope her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Imma reckon you’re right. That there ref is real keen on this here match a-finishing and finishing real soon.

Grant: Actually, Sean O IS technically pinning her, but what a way to lose the World title – being groped.

Pound: TWO!!

Hicks: Imma dun like it, daddy, but these here fans are laughing and loving it.

Pound: THR’- NOOO!

Grant: KTK shoots up a hand. Palm strike, right under the chin! Sean O is ejected and she gets a shoulder up!

Hicks: Sean dun fall back. Miss Kitty, she rolls over and now she’s a sitting on HIM and DANG! Just LOOK at them there claws go to work!

Grant: She’s raking his face and shredding his clothes! Just LOOK at all those cuts! Now she agin slams a Palm Strike down – onto his head! That slams his skull into the mat and Sean O seems out of it!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: Come on, Miss Kitty, y’all can do it!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Despite all her many, MANY injuries KTK has fought through all the pain and humiliation and is about to RETAIN!

Pound: THRE’!!

Grant: NO!!! A plastic bottle of cola just hit Patty! Oh, and look who’s back and doing his OSCAR award winning show of innocence.

Hicks: That’s Rust Riggle! Imma know that, Daddy.

Grant: Yeah, he points at some startled fan claims that THEY DID IT! Oh, and he adds that as it was “external interference”, KTK should be DISQUALIFIED!

Hicks: Imma dun reckon Patty’s real convinced of that and she jut gone told Rust that she don’t want to see him ringside no more.

Grant: Again, Rust with the theactrics. He’s giving her the most innocent and affronted expression you could ever hope to see and while that’s happening – CHIP RIGGLE slides into the ring behind Patty and KTK!

Hicks: Now them two ain’t got a shred of love for each other!

Grant: Matters aren’t helped by the fact that Chip did NOT have the most successful of nights. Chip runs, he slides! He snaps out a kick to the back of head! She pitches forward – right into the ropes!

Hicks: No! Her throat landed right on that there bottom rope!

Grant: And Chip is swiftly up to walk up her back. He places one boot between her shoulder blades and the other on the back other head as he holds the top rope!

Hicks: And now he’s a bouncing up and down!

Grant: Just look at KTK’s face – she’s gone PURPLE! Rust continues to argue with Patty as Chip now peels a gasping KTK off the ropes. He rams a knee into her face and then drops her onto her back where he stamps on her already badly abused tits and -

Hicks: Twisting Boot Scrape!

Grant: Chip wipes his feet on her and then picks up Dean o. He sits Sean down on KTK’s face! And now, now he exits. Rust gives his son a thumbs up and proudly hugs the young man’s shoulders as they walk up the ramp. Patty turns to see Sean O sitting on KTK’s head.

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: This here’s a whole dang conspiracy! That’s what Imma say. It ain’t it. Course, Imma not complaining about her being mostly nekkid, Daddy.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: And Sean O bolts up screaming blue murder!

Hicks: She dun BIT him!

Grant: Sean O is remonstrating vehemently with Patty – instead of covering a barely conscious KTK. I think she bit him on instinct. She was desperate for air. Oh and just LOOK at that wicked red rash across her throat. That’s a nasty rope burn is that.

Hicks: Seems Sean O is now super mad. He’s asking The Driver why he’s just stood there laughing when he should be moving his FAT, lazy ass and stopping KTK from cheating – because that’s the ONLY reason she hasn’t already lost.

Grant: And The Driver gives a hard shake of that hard head. Even after all this times he still finds it hard to believe just how divorced from reality Sean O is. Hardin isn’t helping matters by questioning Patty’s integrity – wanting to know HOW she hasn’t already awarded the win to Sean O.

Hicks: Hey! That ain’t right – look! It’s that there Thief Taylor. Why’s he a-coming down.

Grant: I don’t know, but something tells me it isn’t to congratulate KTK. Thief only has ONE TARGET and that’s the top belt – wherever he goes. Currently KTK holds it; so she’s in his sights. KTK is still struggling to breathe, but that doesn’t phase Thief on e bit. He walks up to the ring and reaches in to drag her out by the hair! He shakes his head and tells her that this is a good day for her compared to what’s coming. He then rams her head into the apron! Bellringer! Now he drags her across his broad shoulders and ascends the steps. He climbs the ropes and tells the ref that he found this piece of shit trying to sneak away. He then lifts her – Gorilla Press Slam – FROM THE TOP ROPE! KTK BOUNCES! She is TOTALLY DESTROYED! Thief pauses and holds up one finger high, declaring himself Number One. He then climbs down and exits to great chants and cheers.

Crowd: THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!

Grant: really, I don’t see how this can get any worse for KTK. Oh, wait, I spoke too soon. Sean O walks over and kicks her solidly between the legs! He tells her that’ll stop the crabs from getting out. Hardin shouts that he should pin her. Sean turns and asks her what she said and why has she got a mini helicopter flying around her head. He’s lost it – not that he ever really had it tonight.

Hicks: More of them there hallucinations?

Grant: For sure, but he only needs a short lucid moment and he will win this, because it seems that KTK has an almost endless list of enemies just waiting to destroy her. Speaking of.

Hicks: Here comes Desire! Oh man, she sure looks great in all that there scarlet latex.

Grant: I doubt that KTK would agree – if she could even see that far. She seems to be fighting purely on instinct. I doubt that it’s going to be enough. Hardin I continuing to monopolise the ref’s attention, asking WHY it falls to the likes of Thief Taylor to stop KTK fleeing. And that – if Patty did her job properly all these other “concerned citizens” wouldn’t feel the need to interfere.

Hicks: Desire looks at KTK and dang – that is not a pleasant smile.

Grant: She’s telling KTK that payback is a bitch and that she’s brought all this on herself. She now ties KTK’s hair around the bottom rope!

Hicks: Them’s real skilful fingers, Daddy. She just dun wave her hair into a braid around that there rope!

Grant: KTK is going nowhere. Desire turns to leave, but NO! She turns back to slam a Hammerfist down onto KTK’s bad hand!

Hicks: That here was just plain EVIL. That’s what Imma say.

Grant: Well, it seems that you’re alone in that viewpoint as the fans felt that KTK deserved it – and everything else. Desire is getting cheered as she exits.

Crowd: DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE!

Grant: All that noise catches Sean O’s attention and he freaks out! He points at Desire and demands to know WHERE that giant hornet came from!

Hicks: Seems like that there Oompa Lumpa is in a whole different world, Daddy.

Grant: Which is the ONLY reason why KTK hasn’t already lost this match, but like I said, with her now being tied to the bottom rope, she’s going nowhere fast and Sean O only needs a moment of sanity.

Hicks: How long we got?

Grant: that’s a good question, but so is: how long does KTK have? She was in a bad state at the start of this match and it’s only got worse – FAR worse. Oh, and matters are NOT going to be helped by HIM!

Hicks: Hey, that’s Ricky Chicago!

Grant: It sure is. And HE most certainly has NO LOVE AT ALL for KTK. She’s made his life – if not exactly Hell – pretty damn miserable.

Hicks: He deserved it.

Grant: No, he didn’t.

Hicks: He sure did!

Grant: Look, I’m not going to try to use LOGIC on you. Instead I’ll focus on Ricky’s actions. As Hardin continues to argue with Patty and Sean O dances around the ring, pretending to be … well, possibly that’s a bumblebee. Let’s just go with that for now…. The Driver is almost curled up with laughter. Ricky gets ringside and pulls KTK under the ropes onto the apron. She weakly flails at him using her good hand to scratch his arm. He pays that little heed and grabs that wrist. Holding it he grabs the other and pulls both behind her into a double backhammer. Now he grabs the broken thong from the mat and TIES her wrists together – BEHIND HER BACK!

Hicks: Dang.

Grant: The fans LOVE IT. Now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E-Zrg9CB_Q is playing over the PA and the fans are chanting and singing!

Crowd: GO RICKY! GO RICKY!

Grant: Ricky slaps her butt and then shoves KTK back fully intro the ring. He then turns and calmly leaves.

Hicks: That sure ain’t right, Daddy. How’s she supposed to go and win NOW?

Grant: That’s the whole idea. She’s NOT. Oh, and now Sean O has stopped pretending he’s a bee – or whatever that was – he freezes in place and just LOOKS at KTK. Now he turns and moves as if in treacle, Seriously it’s like watching the Bionic Man as he’s in slow motion! It doesn’t matter as I’m not at all sure that KTK can even see him coming. Finally he gets to her and tells her that she has the HONOUR to be pinned by her CAPTAIN, even though she definitely doesn’t deserve it, being a filthy skank whore who harbours innumerable flesh eating crabs. Oh, but the lecture alerts KTK to where he is and she kicks a leg up! That catches the side of his head and pitches him into the ropes. The vibrations through the ropes alert her and she brings up BOTH feet to kick him – UP THE ARSE! He goes THROUGH the ropes!

Hicks: Wow, Imma real impressed with that there move, Daddy.

Grant: I don’t know where she found the energy from, but using it has left her even more depleted. She’s just lying there now.

Hicks: But Poundcake, she’s a-counting that titchy varmint out! And Sean O is sitting up and REFUSING to move! He’s sulking like a spoiled brat! Hardin is telling him to get back into the ring, but he’s refusing to move until that Diseased Crab Infested Bitch APOLOGISES! That ain’t now way to talk to a lady!

Grant: Since WHEN has KTK been a ‘lady’?

Hicks: Since ALWAYS!

Grant: Sure. Whatever. Back in the real world, Patty is counting methodically and Sean O is about to blow the easiest chance he’ll ever get to become World Champion. KTK is practically immobile, has her hands tied behind her back and is basically BLIND. He’ll never live this down if he – WAIT! Coming down to the ring. Well sort of limping actually – it’s the NEW Intercontinental Champion – Sean Lorrenza.

Hicks: Huh, we hate him. He’s dreadful – worst IC champ in forever.

CROWD: LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!!

Grant: Yep and precisely NO ONE agrees with your assessment.

Hicks: Ain’t mah fault them varmints is ALL wrong, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza grabs Sean O by the scruff of the neck and plucks him up off the floor. He carries Sean, legs dangling, back to the ring where he tosses him back in telling him to FINISH HER. Sean O rolls and rolls. He ends up at Patty’s feet and TRIES TO BITE HER ANKLES! Now he ‘barking and crawling around on all fours!

Hicks: Imma dun know what he took, but Imma dun want ANY of that, Hombre.

Grant: Everything. He took everything by all accounts and this is the price that he’s paying for it. Lorrenza shakes his head, disgusted that Sean O STILL can’t finish off KTK; so as soon as Patty hops back – to avoid being bitten – he slams down the IC belt onto KTK’s head – TWICE! NOW she looks well and truly out of it!

Hicks: Heck, Imma dun lost count of how many times she dun been assaulted.

Grant: Don’t worry about it. Certainly none of the fans here do. Oh, Sean stops barking and sniffs. Ah, Hardin has ‘cooked up’ some ‘medicine’ for him. His eyes pop wide and he stands, dusting himself down before calmly walking back to his corner. Hardin ‘discreetly’ hands him a large needle – which he immediately stabs into his arm. Instantly shivers run through his body. His eyes focus and making two fists he shouts “YES!”. Now he stomps across to KTK. He kicks her. He kicks he legs and hips and ribs! But, she’s barely responsive, so much abuse has she taken.

Hicks: Yep, this sure dun look good for her at all. Sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy.

Grant Sean O rolls KTK over and folds her legs – at the third attempt he gets a Figure Four Leg Lock! Now he’s pressing into it and hunting for a submission: not the smartest move given that her hands are tied and she’s barely conscious. Still, none of this is doing KTK any favours whatsover.

Hicks: Looks like he’s given up on that there idea. Now he’s a-declaring that he’s going to finish her with the deadliest of all deadly finishers - The STD. He’s a dragging her to that there corner and there ain’t NOTHING she can do about.

Grant: Sean backs up to get a good run. He seems really pumped up right now, laser focused on KTK and nothing else. I’m not sure what Hardin gave him, but it seems to have worked. He… WHOA! That’s a LOT of noise all of a sudden and Hardin is screaming at Sean O! But there’s just so much noise in here suddenly that Sean O doesn’t hear her – That and he has complete tunnel vision right now.

Hicks: It’s HIM! It’s that there Bristol Bulldozer! He’s a barrelling down.

Grant: The Driver laughs and shakes his head. Sean isees nothing except his victim - who he is STILL telling how badly he is going to destroy her sorry ass.

Hicks: Sean O is backed up to the far corner, for maximum impact and -

Grant: The Bulldozer just reaches in and PLUCKS him out!

Hicks: The little feller FREAKS!

Grant: He squirms. He turns. He runs!

Hicks: He eats WRECKING BALL!

Grant: That was BRUTAL and it was also revenge for all that Sean O. has done to him.

Hicks: That tiny druggie ain’t moving much after that – not unless you’re a-counting all that nervous twitching, Hoss.

Grant: Bulldozer tosses Sean back into the ring and walks away WITH HIS GOLD. It’s a certainty - he WILL now go over 1,000 days with it.

Hicks: Hey! Look at that! The rugrat ain’t dead! He’s a getting back up and staggering over to KTK. Heck, He night STILL win this – Mainly on account of KTK being all tied up and unable to move. That tends to do it most times.

Grant: Sean O hurls himself at her! A Flying Headbutt straight into – ugh – the groin! Sean Pulls himself up complaining about the stink and covers!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: It ain’t right, but there just ain’t anything she can do.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Look, she’s brought this upon herself. She’s isolated and alone and has made FAR TOO MANY enemies. This was inevitable.

Pound: THREE!

Grant: NO! KTK flips Sean off with a sudden twist of the hips! He’s on his back and she rolls on top, pinning his little arms behind her knees!

Hicks: Heck! She’s almost sitting on his dang face!

Pound: ONE!

Grant: She has little other option – her hair is STILL tied to the ropes!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Sean O is ….NOT MOVING! Either he banged his head or the drugs wore off!

Pound: THREE!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and STILL the TCW World Heavyweight Champion – K! T!! K!!!

Grant: That is met with a LOT of booing. These fans would have preferred to see Sean O win as laughable as that would have been. Speaking of laughable, The Driver is now crying with laughter! You can bet he’ll get some mileage out of this fiasco. Hardin runs around and PUNCHES KTK to get her off Sean. She pulls him out of the ring.

Hicks: And ain’t NO ONE coming to help Miss Kitty!

Grant: No, there’s no denying that she has a great many who hate her, but look; one Mason International ally in the complex organization came through. Okay, admittedly mainly because he owed Sean O some serious revenge. Still, KTK goes all of 2025 as TCW World Champion and will head into 2026 with the gold. As to how long – I wouldn’t put money on it.

Hicks: I would! There just ain’t no stopping Miss Kitty. Even with her hands tied and blind, she still dun went and won!

Grant: Against Sean O – who’d OD’d earlier in the week AND who’d just been annihilated by the Bulldozer’s Wrecking Ball! We could talk about this and all the other controversial events of the night, but our time is up. Thanks you all so much for joining. Have a great Christmas and New Year. TCW will be back in 2026 for even more treats and good cheer...unless you’re KTK it seems. Good night!

[Card]
TCW Resurrection PPV
Thursday, December 11th, 2025
Little Caesars Arena - Detroit, Michigan

Main Event
TCW World Championship
KTK (champion) vs. Sean O. w/ Rebecca Hardin


TCW Intercontinental Championship
-Triple Threat
KTK (champion) vs. Sean Lorrenza vs. Lucas Fir


TCW Street Fight Championship
-Bristol Bulldozer will go over 1,000 days officially as champion if he wins this match!
Bristol Bulldozer (champion) vs. ???????


TLC Match
The Saint vs. The Hooded Hatstand


TCW National Championship
-Fatal Fourway
Ricky Chicago (champion) vs. Johan Erikkson vs. Al Hollywood vs. Los Conquistador Magnifico


TCW Tag Team Championships
-Triple Threat
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) (champions) vs. Chip Riggle and NoVVa w/ Rust Riggle vs. Total Destruction (Hunter Mills and Rick Kane) w/ Tommy Lowe


TCW Trinity Championships
Thee Storm (Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant) and NoVVA (champions) w/ Rust Riggle vs. UnStables (Desire, Man Mountain Marko and Beast) w/ Beauty vs. Samuel Manson w/ The Keeper, The Duchess and Suzaku w/ Agent White vs. Zhu Whang, The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand


[Content]
Grant: Welcome! Welcome everyone to TCW RESURRECTION! We are at Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan. This place is PACKED with thousands of action-hungry fans. So let’s not keep any of them waiting. We are kicking things off with the National Championship match as the reigning champion Ricky Chicago will defend his title against his former friend as well as fellow Mason International member due to their purchasing the Foundry, Johan Erikkson, as well as Al Hollywood and Los Conquistador Magnifico in a Fatal Fourway that promises to be a hard hitting, highly competitive match.

Hicks: You said it DADDY! These four men are gonna give us a HUM DINGER of a SLOBBER KNOCKER tonight!

Grant: I said nothing remotely close to that as hayseed is not my natural dialect. But you are correct in that this is going to be a very entertaining match. Chicago and Erikkson have not seen eye to eye recently and Chicago does not trust him at all. Hollywood and Magnifico are going for their first singles championship in TCW and they have shown they will do anything they need to do to win.

Hicks: Them fellers don’t mind bending the rules a tad and have used that to great success in their time here. Don’t be surprised to see them pull out all the stops here in order to get some gold!

Grant: Trust me I won’t as they are as ruthless as they are ambitious, so they are capable of anything at any time. One thing Chicago is going to need to look out for is that due to this being a Fatal Fourway there is no champion’s advantage. The first pinfall or submission wins regardless of who is involved in the fall so he needs to not only fend off his challengers, but he needs to be aware of what’s going on at all times even when he’s not directly involved.

Hicks: Chicago has really stepped up his game lately, but tonight is really going to test his championship mettle with these three big bad hosses going for his belt DADDY!

Grant: As much as I hate to agree with you, that was actually a solid point. Though I will demand our social media department edit out my saying that when they post video of this match to any of our sites as I refuse to admit I ever said that. With that in mind let’s hand it over to Salas for the introductions.

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR FIRST MATCH TONIGHT IS A FATAL FOURWAY FOR THE TCW NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! FIRST PINFALL OR SUBMISSION WINS AND THE CHAMPION DOES NOT NEED TO BE INVOLVED IN THE DECISION TO DETERMINE A WINNER!

(Crowd pops)

Salas: Now lets meet the competitors! Introducing first! Weighing in at 310 pounds, from Gothenburg Sweden - “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson!

(Runes to My Memory by Amon Amarth plays over the P.A. to a respectable mixed reaction from the fans. The video reel shows the silhouette of a Viking berserker in the center of the screen and the name “The Norseman” Johan Eriksson appears. The video rotates between this image and Johan’s highlight reel, including recent Trinity and National title victories and the huge powerbomb that he and other wrestlers delivered to Bahn Gemeden. Jenny Chan emerges from the back, looking beautiful, but all business in a power suit and signature red rimmed glasses. She steps to the side and gestures as if to say “here he is” as the massive Swede joins her on the ramp, bellowing out to the fans with his arms raised. Flames emerge from the sides of the ramp as the pair make their way to ringside; Chan leads the way while Johan plays to the crowd, psyching himself up along the way. At the ring, he parts the ropes so that Chan can enter and then he steps over the top rope. He climbs toe turnbuckles in his corner to bellow out to his fans, working himself into a frenzy.)

Salas: Introducing next, making his way to the ring from Gijon, Asturias, Spain, weighing in at 96kg…LOS CONQUISTADOR MAGNIFICO!

(“Twin Peaks Theme” by Angelo Badalamenti (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2lkvrMa27c ) plays over the PA and Los Conquistador Magnifico emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way methodically down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Los Conquistador Magnifico reaches the ring and leaps onto the top rope, backflipping over into the ring and stares at his opponent.)

Salas: Introducing our next competitor! Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, from The San Fernando Valley, AL HOLLYWOOD!

(“I Touch Myself” by Divinyls tarts to play over the PA as the fans begin to boo heartily. As the opening drums reach a crescendo, the curtain flies apart and Al Hollywood emerges with his left arm raised above his head, fist clenched. He walks down to the ring showing off his outrageously chiselled physique, making sure every woman in the crowd can see it. He stops briefly to taunt a fat fan boy, pointing to his abs before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. He almost skips up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope before spinning around the ring, arms extended like a propeller).

Salas: And the fourth and final competitor. From Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at 280 pounds, the TCW National Champion RICKY CHICAGO!

("Sweet Home Chicago" by The Blues Brothers play as Ricky Chicago slowly and somewhat arrogantly makes his way down the aisle to a crowd pop mixed with scattered boos.)

Grant: All four wrestlers are in the ring and each of them look ready to go. Referee “Big” John Ellers is going to have his hands full keeping control tonight.

Hicks: He definitely is going to earn his paycheck tonight. This will not be an easy match to officiate.

Grant: No it won’t and I don’t envy him for that reason. Ellers makes sure all the wrestlers are good to go and he motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Here we go and right off the bat Hollywood and LCM go after Chicago! On the previous Showdown Chicago got involved in their tag team match against the Saint and the Driver and they clearly haven’t forgotten about that!

Hicks: They got him backed into the corner and are taking turns whaling on him! Chicago is holding his own but the numbers game they have mastered is working to their advantage here.

Grant: Not for long as here comes Johan! He CLOBBERS LCM and shoves Hollywood aside which gives Chicago some breathing room, but that is short lived as Johan belts him with a forearm! Chicago fires back and now Chicago is throwing down with Johan!

Hicks: These former friends don’t see eye to eye on much if anything now! Chicago wants no part of Mason International while Johan seems to have embraced returning there. Johan goes to send Chicago into the ropes but Chicago reverses! Johan comes off and Chicago hits him with a BIG BACK BODY DROP!

Grant: Johan gets up and Chicago drops him with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! He goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hollywood boots Chicago in the head to stop the count!

Hicks: With four men in the ring that’s going to be a problem the entire match. If you want to win you are going to have to take advantage of a rare moment when the other wrestlers aren’t able to disrupt the pin or submission.

Grant: A surprisingly well thought and worded assessment from my announce partner. Good job Hicks.

Hicks: AWW SHUCKS DADDY! Imma just telling it like it is!

Grant: And just like that you ruined it. Chicago gets up and Hollywood takes him over with a SNAP SUPLEX! Johan tries to get up and LCM wipes him out with an ENZIGURI KICK! Johan drops to all fours and LCM uses the middle rope to come off with a LEG DROP to the back of the head!

Hicks: Chicago tries to stand and Hollywood quickly whips him into the corner! Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and Hollywood follows in with a SPLASH! Big impact from Hollywood there!

Grant: Hollywood steps back and hauls off with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Another one and Chicago’s chest is turning bright red! A big uppercut to the jaw has Chicago reeling and now Hollywood sends him out of the corner with a HIP TOSS!

Hicks: Johan is again trying to rise and LCM comes off the ropes with a FLYING HEAD BUTT! That drops Johan to the mat and now LCM with a STANDING SENTON to Johan!

Grant: Chicago gets to his feet in the middle of the ring as Hollywood charges him …. Chicago catches him and drives him to the mat with a SPINEBUSTER! LCM sees this and charges at Chicago with a running kick …. Chicago grabs his leg and LEG WHIPS LCM INTO HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: Chicago is showing us why he is the National Champion! He’s taking everything they’ve thrown at him so far!

Grant: Chicago goes to follow up on them only to get LEVELLED BY JOHAN! Chicago hits the mat, but is quickly picked up by Johan who PRESSES CHICAGO ABOVE HIS HEAD!

Hicks: Look at the strength of this BOSS HOSS! Chicago is a big dude but Johan picked him up like he was nothing!

Grant: Johan military presses Chicago a couple of times before SLAMMING him down to the mat! Chicago endures a rough landing and now Johan drops a MASSIVE ELBOW to his chest!

Hicks: Johan hooks the leg and covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM grabs him by the ankle and rips him off of Chicago to stop the count! LCM tries to follow up, but Johan uses his foot to LAUNCH LCM into the corner!

Grant: He almost sent LCM over the top rope to the floor! Johan gets up and Hollywood rushes at him for a LARIAT …. Johan ducks and Hollywood misses! Johan grabs him and takes Hollywood over with a SIDE SUPLEX! Nicely done by Johan!

Hicks: Hollywood gets up and Johan is setting him up for a Powerbomb …. LCM COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK TO JOHAN! WOW!

Grant: Johan is a massive man, but not even he can withstand the force of a drop kick like that as LCM got all of it! Johan is down and now LCM hits the middle rope for a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Hicks: He got it and now LCM covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO WITH A KNEE TO THE HEAD OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT!

Grant: I don't know if Johan would have kicked out of that or not, but Chicago wasn't taking any chances as he nearly mangled LCM’s face through his mask with that knee strike! Chicago picks LCM up off the mat and takes him over with a GUT WRENCH SUPLEX!

Hicks: LCM tries to push his way up and Chicago stomps him in the middle of his back! He did it again and LCM felt that one!

Grant: Chicago now punches LCM in the small of the back to dish out more pain! Chicago has a mean streak to him and he isn't afraid to use it on an opponent. He certainly isn't going to hesitate when his National Championship is at stake!

Hicks: I know I wouldn't! Gold is hard to come by in TCW and when you get it you do whatever it takes to keep it!

Grant: Chicago has shown he will do exactly that to keep his title and you know if they want to take it from him they are going to have to bring their A game to do it! LCM gets up slowly clutching at his back and Chicago picks him up for a BACK BREAKER!

Hicks: LCM is writhing in pain and now Chicago picks him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. HOLLYWOOD WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF CHICAGO’S HEAD!

Grant: Chicago drops LCM and now Hollywood grabs Chicago for a DDT! He dropped him right in his head and Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: That was the first uninterrupted cover we've had and we've had a handful of them so far. That should tell you how chaotic these Fatal Fourway matches are.

Grant: You have to keep your eyes open and look out the corner of them at all times in a match like this because you never know where someone is coming from. Hollywood quickly gets back on offence and boots Chicago in the back as he tries to stand. Hollywood shoves Chicago chest first into the ropes and he rebounds backwards towards Hollywood who smashes him in the back with a forearm. Chicago cringes in pain and now Hollywood sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX!

Hicks: Nicely done by Hollywood! Chicago is slow to get up as Hollywood has done a number on him the last few minutes. Chicago tries to get up and Hollywood runs up with a BOOT TO THE RIBS! That was NFL quality DADDY!

Grant: If that was a field goal attempt Hollywood would have been good from 60 yards! He kicked Chicago that hard! Yes I know my football!

Hicks: Women who love football are HOT, DADDY!

Grant: Now all of a sudden I hate football! Never say that again!

Hicks: Chicago is back on his feet and Hollywood prepares to charge at him …. Johan out of nowhere grabs Hollywood for a FULL NELSON SLAM! WOW!

Grant: The ring shook upon impact as that's how much force Johan got behind that! Johan is now standing across from his former ally Chicago and you can feel the disdain these two hold for each other now!

Hicks: Chicago has made his resentment for Johan clear lately and no doubt Johan isn't happy about that!

Grant: The look of anger on each man’s face tells the story as they rush at each other and begin punching the crap out of each other!

Hicks: It's like Mike Tyson and George Foreman throwing down heavyweight boxing style! We have a PRIZE FIGHT GOING ON DADDY!

Grant: Both men are landing some solid shots on each other and those punches have anger behind them as they are trying to knock each other out! Johan lands one! Now Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Johan! Chicago! Back and forth they go and they aren't letting up or slowing down!

Hicks: The fans are loving this as we have two certified BAD ASSES beating each other senseless! Two superstars letting it all out as they fight each other for championship gold! You can't ask for more than this!

Grant: Johan throws another punch but this time Chicago blocks it and catches him with an upper cut that staggers Johan! Another one and Johan is reeling! Chicago hits the ropes and comes off with a FLYING BODY BLOCK on Johan that drives him to the mat!

Hicks: Chicago hooks the leg and goes for the pin! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT! Chicago wanted that, but Johan still has too much left to put him down this early!

Grant: Johan gets up only to be taken back down by Chicago with a SPINNING NECK BREAKER! Well done by the champ and now he goes to follow up …. LCM OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING LEG SCISSORS TO CHICAGO! WOW!

Hicks: Chicago didn't see him coming and LCM wiped him out! Chicago gets up slowly and LCM charges at him with a MEXICAN DESTROYER! HOLY CRAP DADDY!

Grant: LCM got all of that and now he covers Chicago! This might be it as Ellers counts 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That was SO CLOSE DADDY! I thought LCM had him there!

Grant: I did too and LCM thought the match was over! He's arguing with Ellers over the count and Ellers tells him it was only two. A disgusted LCM goes back to Chicago and drills him with a double chop to the throat! Chicago tries to catch his breath and now LCM runs towards the ropes and FLIPS towards them before bouncing off with a SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! WHAT A MOVE!

Hicks: LCM showed his agility there and Chicago took a big shit to the head from it!

Grant: He caught Chicago on the side of the head and Chicago is definitely dazed from the impact! His eyes are glassy and he is having trouble getting his footing and now LCM follows up with a BRAIN KICK to Chicago!

Hicks: DAMN! Chicago goes down and LCM covers him again! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT AGAIN! LCM slams his hand on the mat and yells at Ellers who yells back he didn’t get the three count. LCM is trying to intimidate Ellers who is the wrong man to try to intimidate!

Grant: Ellers has been around too long and has seen too much to let himself get pushed around by the wrestlers no matter who they are. Ellers tells LCM to worry about the match who offers up one last argument, I believe it was in Spanish, but whatever language it was in it sounded angry. LCM turns back to face Chicago who springs up and HEAD BUTTS LCM!

Hicks: LCM wasted time arguing with Ellers and it cost him! LCM is rocked and now Chicago grabs him and sends him into the corner with an EXPLODER! What a move by Chicago!

Grant: LCM went from being in control to getting heaved into the corner in a matter of seconds now Chicago has regained the advantage! He pulls LCM out of the corner and hoists him up for a GUT BUSTER! That took some of the wind out of LCM and now Chicago covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Now LCM is the one with the close call as he BARELY kicked out of that!

Grant: Chicago doesn’t waste time dwelling on the near fall as he picks LCM up for a FALL AWAY SLAM! LCM goes flying all the way across the ring and Chicago used all of his strength on that one! He turns to face LCM as Chicago thinks he has a chance to end this now. He moves quickly to follow up but is CUT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING BY A SPEAR FROM HOLLYWOOD!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! That was so brutal I nearly SOILED MAHHSELF!

Grant: WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION THERE! AND GET HIM A NEW CHAIR JUST TO BE SAFE! But it was in fact BRUTAL as Hollywood caught Chicago at just the right angle and wiped him out! Chicago is clutching his ribs and Hollywood leaps up and comes down on his ribs with a DOUBLE STOMP!

Hicks: Chicago WRITHES in pain after that and Hollywood follows up by smashing him with several hammer fists to the ribs! This Hollywood is one mean man who likes to hurt people!

Grant: Hollywood sees a weakness and he’s wisely trying to exploit it! Hollywood boots Chicago in the ribs and now he jumps up and drops a DOUBLE KNEE into his midsection! Chicago lets out a big gasp and now Hollywood covers him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: That might be the closest we’ve gotten to three in the match so far!

Grant: Chicago is definitely feeling the pain in his ribs and Hollywood isn’t going to let up! He pulls Chicago to his feet and lifts his knee into his ribs! Hollywood does it again and now Hollywood whips Chicago into the corner!

Hicks: Chicago slams into the turnbuckles and you can see the anguish on his face! Hollywood thinks he has Chicago right where he wants him and charges in after him …. JOHAN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE! MY GOD!

Grant: How is Hollywood’s head still attached after that! Johan nearly took it off and Hollywood is on dream street right now! He is trying to stand but he can’t get his feet settled now Johan picks him up on his shoulders for a BURNING HAMMER! WOW!

Hicks: A rough landing for Hollywood and now Johan covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT!

Grant: Hollywood barely got out of that as he had just enough to withstand that Burning Hammer by Johan! Hollywood is trying to refocus himself but Johan isn’t going to give him a chance as he sends Hollywood into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM!

Hicks: Johan has thrown Hollywood around like a rag doll the last few minutes and that is not an easy task as Hollywood is not a small man! But the massive Johan is using his strength to great effect as he hoists Hollywood up for a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM!

Grant: And he made that look SO EASY! Johan might be the strongest man in all of wrestling as he does things no one else can do! Hollywood tries to stand up and Johan blasts him with an OPEN HANDED CHOP that nearly caves his chest in!

Hicks: Johan hit Hollywood so hard he is having trouble catching his breath! Those mitts are MASSIVE DADDY!

Grant: You couldn’t pay me enough to take a hit from Johan and I guarantee you there are plenty of wrestlers in the locker room who are glad it's not them in the ring with Johan! Hollywood continues to try to catch his breath and Johan looks like he wants to end this as he grabs Hollywood for the BLOOD EAGLE!

Hicks: Johan thinks the match is his for the taking and is going to try to put it away here!

Grant: Johan POUNDS Hollywood across the back with a massive forearm and his body convulses in pain! Johan now lifts Hollywood up and is going for the BLOOD EAGLE …. LCM WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF JOHAN’S KNEE!

Hicks: Johan drops Hollywood and clutches his knee in pain! He tries to stand but is having trouble putting weight on that leg …. LCM comes off the top rope with a TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE BY LCM!

Grant: And just like that the momentum changes hands in this Fatal Fourway once again! That's how quickly things can happen in these matches! Johan tries to stand up and is having trouble due to the pain the chop block caused. LCM quickly moves in and catches Johan with a HURRICANRANA!

Hicks: LCM just sent one of the largest men in wrestling flying across the ring with that move! Make sure to include that in the highlight reel later because that was AHHHHHH-MAZING DADDY!

Grant: It definitely was one of the most impressive moves of this match and I guarantee you it is going to be one of the most watched moments on social media later tonight! Johan is down and now LCM quickly goes up to the top rope! He leaps off and hits Johan with an INCREDIBLE FROG SPLASH! LCM hooks the leg and Ellers makes the count! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN SOMEHOW KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: LCM sits up and is clutching his fists in frustration as he can’t believe Johan kicked out of that! And I am right there with him as I thought this was OVER!

Grant: I did as well as that Frog Splash was PERFECT! LCM gets back to his feet and looks at Johan as he starts to rise. LCM doesn’t give him a chance as he leaps up and nails Johan with an AXE KICK to the back of the head! Johan goes face first into the mat and now LCM bounces off the ropes for a ROLLING THUNDER ON JOHAN’S BACK!

Hicks: Another great move! If anyone had any doubts about how dangerous LCM is, those doubts should be gone after watching this!

Grant: Count me as someone who always knew how dangerous he is and if you didn't realize that until now all I can say is where the hell have you been! You may not like his attitude but the man is elite inside that ring! Johan is trying to get up again and LCM is looking to put him away. LCM goes to the ropes and uses them for momentum. He bounces off and CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM! WOW!

Hicks: WHAT A SEQUENCE! Chicago came out of nowhere and caught him for that massive spike slam! He moved so fast LCM didn’t have time to slow down!

Grant: Like we said before you always have to look out of the corner of your eye in a Fatal Fourway as you never know where your opponents will come from! LCM gets up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: Rough landing for LCM and this isn’t going to be any better as Chicago hits him with a LEG DROP! Chicago covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Grant: Chicago pulls LCM by his mask and slugs him in the face with a big right! Another one and LCM’s knees buckle but Chicago is holding him by the mask to make sure he doesn’t fall! Chicago whips him into the ropes and LCM hits. LCM rebounds towards Chicago who catches him with a POP UP POWER BOMB! Great move by Chicago and now he covers him! 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Chicago was SO CLOSE to retaining his title but LCM isn’t done yet!

Grant: LCM is a hard man to keep down and Chicago is going to have to dig deeper into his bag of tricks to put him away! Chicago pulls LCM up and is setting him up for the WINDY CITY SLAM …. Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago …. CHICAGO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: Great ring awareness by Chicago to see Hollywood coming at him!

Grant: It’s a good thing he did because Hollywood was going full speed! Hollywood gets up and Chicago grabs him for a CHOKE SLAM! Chicago had some force behind that as Hollywood is having trouble getting off the mat!

Hicks: Wrestling is a sport where a split second can make a huge difference! If Chicago was just slightly slower seeing him Hollywood would have wiped him out. Now he is trying to fend off Chicago who is on a roll right now!

Grant: Chicago has taken control of this match and he is ready to end this! Hollywood is getting up and Chicago throws him on his shoulders! He gets a running start and hits the WINDY CITY SLAM! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: That was a THUNDEROUS WINDY CITY SLAM! This might be it!

Grant: Hollywood is down and Chicago goes to make the cover …. LCM WITH A SUPER KICK TO CHICAGO! The champion is rocked and LCM leaps up for a FACE SLAM! Chicago is down and LCM covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: A close call for Chicago and LCM can’t believe it! He goes to follow up but Hollywood has dragged himself over to Chicago and is covering him before LCM can reach him! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Grant: LCM and Hollywood both look at each other as if to say what the hell, and that changes quickly to a look that says a light bulb just went on above their heads and they BOTH COVER CHICAGO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I don’t think this is legal, but ELLERS IS COUNTING! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BOWLS INTO BOTH LCM AND HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW!

Hicks: LCM and Hollywood teamed up to try to beat Chicago together but Johan was able to stop them in the nick of time!

Grant: I have no idea who would have been champion had they gotten that pin, but that would have been a problem for them to solve later! But right now they have a real problem in the form of Johan Erikkson who has gathered himself and is ready to take over!

Hicks: That’s a scary thought because Johan is the last person Imma want coming after me! Imma so scared of him I sleep with a nightlight and check under MAHHH bed every night to make sure he’s not hiding under it waiting to eat me DADDY!

Grant: You know what, I actually believe that! Hollywood gets up and Johan blasts him! LCM gets up and Johan gives him the same! Johan is taking turns drilling each of them and he has them backpedaling!

Hicks: He is giving them some big hits and Hollywood and LCM are getting the full force of them!

Grant: Johan grabs Hollywood and hoists him on his shoulders. He now ducks down and comes underneath LCM and HOISTS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AS WELL!

Hicks: Johan has both Hollywood and Magnifico on his shoulders! These are not small men! HOW STRONG IS THIS GUY DADDY!

Grant: Johan with an incredible display of strength with BOTH LCM and Hollywood on his shoulders …. DOUBLE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER BY JOHAN!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP DADDY! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Grant: Johan covers Hollywood and gets 1 …. 2 …. HOLLYWOOD KICKS OUT! Johan now covers LCM and gets 1 …. 2 …. LCM KICKS OUT!

Hicks: He got two near falls on both men but it wasn’t enough …. JOHAN ROLLS LCM ON TOP OF HOLLYWOOD!

Grant: JOHAN IS COVERING BOTH OF THEM! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO THROWS HIS SHOULDER INTO JOHAN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT! WOW THAT WAS CLOSE!

Hicks: Johan was seconds away from possibly pinning BOTH LCM and Hollywood at the same time to become the new TCW National Champion, but Chicago made it there just in time to save his title and prevent the three count!

Grant: Chicago with maybe the most important save of his title reign as Johan was INCHES away from becoming winning the National Championship! Chicago pulls Johan up and drops him with a MASSIVE LARIAT! Johan gets up and Chicago comes off the ropes with a FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE! Johan gets back up and Chicago drops him with a DOUBLE ARM DDT!

Hicks: Great sequence of moves by Chicago and he covers Johan! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Grant: THAT WAS SO CLOSE! Chicago can’t believe he didn’t get it as he pulled off that Double Arm DDT perfectly! Johan gets up and Chicago with a knife edge chop to the chest! Another one and Johan is backing up from the impact!

Hicks: Chicago hits the ropes for momentum and comes off towards Johan …. Johan catches him and scoops him up for a PUMPHANDLE HALF NELSON DRIVER!

Grant: He got that so fast and this might be it! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Another close call! This match has had a million of them!

Grant: Chicago gets up and Johan hits him with a SPINNING BACK FIST! Another one and Chicago is on wobbly legs! Johan hits the ropes and comes off with THOR’S HAMMER! HE GOT IT!

Hicks: CHICAGO IS DOWN! HE MAY BE DONE!

Grant: Johan covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME! HOW CLOSE WAS THAT?

Hicks: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! IMMA STUNNED DADDY!

Grant: Johan can’t believe that he didn’t get the three and frustration may be setting in for the massive Swede! Johan grabs Chicago and looks to be ready to try again to end this but LCM JUMPS OFF THE ROPES AND ONTO HIS BACK FOR A SLEEPER HOLD!

Hicks: Hollywood rushes in and begins WHALING on Johan while LCM tries to put him to sleep! Johan is trying to pry LCM’s hands loose while trying to block Hollywood’s punches but that is proving to be too tall of a task for Johan!

Grant: Hollywood is using Johan’s midsection like a punching bag while LCM continues to apply the Sleeper Hold! Johan’s knee is buckling as the punishment seems to be taking its toll on him!

Hicks: LCM is like a rabid, feral animal that got a hold of its prey! Hollywood is working him over like Johan owes him money as once again the numbers game is getting results for them!

Grant: Only one of them can win this match if either of them do but they aren’t concerned about that now as they continue to work together to beat down Johan! He is doing his best to hang on but LCM and Hollywood are tough to face single and as a duo they are even worse! Johan with a DESPERATION shove on Hollywood that knocks him backwards and he trips over his feet!

Hicks: Johan reaches behind his head, grabs LCM by the neck and FLIPS HIM OVER! Johan has broken out of the sleeper hold and is now trying to catch his breath! Hollywood goes back to him and Johan catches him with an UPPERCUT! Hollywood is knocked backwards and now Johan turns towards LCM …. LCM WITH A CODE BREAKER ON JOHAN!

Grant: Johan is rocked and now Hollywood grabs him for the CASTING COUCH! HE GOT IT! Hollywood hooks the leg and makes the cover! 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO GRABS LCM AND THROWS HIM INTO HOLLYWOOD TO BREAK THE COUNT!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP ANOTHER CLOSE CALL! Chicago has to really dig deep to keep his title but so far he has been able to thwart all attempts to take the National Championship away from him!

Grant: Chicago grabs LCM and drives him into the mat with a FACE SLAM! Hollywood is back up and charges at Chicago who side steps him and takes Hollywood over with a DROP TOE HOLD that sends him HEAD FIRST into LCM’s midsection!

Hicks: Chicago once again with a heads up move to avoid getting blindsided! I think we should check if he has eyes in the back of his head because if he does that means he’s an alien and he shouldn’t be allowed to compete with humans! It’s an unfair advantage DADDY!

Grant: Trust me, if suspicion of being an alien is going to fall on anyone here, it won’t be Chicago! Hollywood gets up and Chicago picks him up for a FALCON ARROW ON TOP OF LCM! Hollywood rolls to the side and Chicago covers LCM! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN PULLS CHICAGO OFF OF LCM TO STOP THE COUNT AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR A TWO HANDED CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WHAT A MOVE BY JOHAN AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

Grant: Johan is going for the win and gets 1 …. 2 …. CHICAGO KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME! ANOTHER CLOSE CALL!

Hicks: I don’t know how many more of these my heart can take! This is INTENSE!

Grant: I’m sweating while watching this play out myself! Johan picks up Chicago and whips him to the ropes. He comes off and Johan hoists him up for a HUGE SAMOAN DROP!

Hicks: That was a brutal landing for Chicago! Let’s not forget the damage he took from that spear from Hollywood earlier! His ribs have to be killing him!

Grant: There’s no doubt about that! Johan pulls Chicago up and looks to be going for BLOOD EAGLE again! Chicago survived the last one but I don’t think he can survive a second one!

Hicks: Not with how banged up his ribs are! If Johan gets this, Chicago is done! No question about it DADDY!

Grant: Johan pulls Chicago up and is going for Blood Eagle …. Chicago blocks it! Johan tries again and again Chicago blocks him!

Hicks: Chicago may be hurting but he isn’t giving up! He’s been able to power through those wounded ribs so far, can he keep it going!

Grant: Johan tries a third time and Chicago raises his head up and blasts Johan in the chin! That stuns him and now Chicago pulls Johan’s legs out from under him and SLINGSHOTS JOHAN INTO THE CORNER!

Hicks: Johan went HEAD FIRST into the top turnbuckle! He’s DAZED!

Grant: Johan stumbles out of the corner and Chicago grabs him for a ROLL UP! 1 …. 2 …. JOHAN BARELY KICKS OUT OF IT BEFORE THREE!

Hicks: ELLERS HAND WAS ABOUT TO HIT THREE WHEN JOHAN KICKED OUT! YOU CAN’T GET ANY CLOSER THAN THAT, DADDY!

Grant: Johan gets up after the roll up to go after Chicago SLING BLADE! CHICAGO GOT HIM WITH A SLING BLADE!

Hicks: He got him good and now Chicago is going for the WINDY CITY SLAM! He wants to end this now!

Grant: Chicago pulls Johan up off the mat and tries to pick him up for the Windy City Slam …. He grabs his ribs in pain! He tries again and yet again the pain gets to him!

Hicks: I don’t know if his ribs are bruised, cracked or broken but normally Chicago can pick Johan up with no problem and his ribs aren’t cooperating with him!

Grant: Chicago is struggling to get Johan over his shoulder for the Windy City Slam and now both Hollywood and LCM are getting to their feet!

Hicks: Hollywood is the first one up and he sees Chicago trying to get Johan up for the Windy City Slam. He moves towards them to break it up but LCM grabs his arm to stop him!

Grant: What the hell is LCM doing! Why is he stopping Hollywood from going after Chicago!

Hicks: LCM is telling Hollywood he has an idea and to follow his lead! What is he talking about!

Grant: Hollywood is looking at LCM like he’s crazy and now LCM LAYS DOWN on the mat! He now yells at Hollywood to COVER HIM!

Hicks: LCM is laying down for Hollywood to pin! He wants Hollywood to pin him!

Grant: A sneering smile appears on Hollywood’s face as he drops down to cover LCM! Chicago is too tied up with Johan to notice what’s going on!

Hicks: Ellers isn’t and he goes over to make the count!

Grant: Chicago finally notices it as Ellers begins counting as Chicago tries to make it over to stop! 1 …. 2 …. 3! HOLLYWOOD PINS LCM BEFORE CHICAGO CAN BREAK IT UP! HOLLYWOOD IS THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION …. AL HOLLYWOOD!

(Crowd responds with deafening boos)

Grant: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Los Conquistador Magnifico LAID DOWN for Al Hollywood and took the pin while Chicago was tied up with Johan and now AL HOLLYWOOD is the NEW TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION after he and Magnifico came up with a plan to SCAM ALL OF US and all I can say is we should have seen it coming!

Hicks: Yes we should have! It's sneaky! It's underhanded! It’s dirty pool at its worst! That said, it’s NOT ILLEGAL! Like it or not, it is WELL WITHIN THE RULES and Hollywood and Magnifico played all of us for fools and Hollywood is walking out with singles gold for the first time in TCW!

Grant: Hollywood grabs the belt from Ellers and immediately leaves the ring with LCM while an IRATE Chicago is ready to SNAP! The title he worked so hard to win and so hard to defend is gone thanks to an underhanded, yet LEGAL tactic, and some out there will say brilliant and in its own way, it is, from Hollywood and LCM!

Hicks: Chicago is cursing up a blue streak worse than I’ve ever heard him say because he is PISSED!

Grant: Johan isn’t happy either as he is staring daggers through Hollywood and LCM as they celebrate! And believe me they are CELEBRATING as they pulled off what may be the scam of the year and they are PROUD OF IT as their motto is clearly whatever it takes to win!

Hicks: It may be a scam but again it's LEGAL! Say what you want about it but it wasn’t cheating! They took advantage of the situation in the ring and now Hollywood has gold because, quite frankly, he and LCM OUTSMARTED everyone!

Grant: It was definitely a heads up move, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it! Hollywood and LCM are strutting their stuff as they head back to the locker room while Chicago is still cursing up a storm in the ring! Hollywood is holding up the National Championship belt above his head and now the question is will he hold onto it or will he trade it in for a chance to compete for the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning against whoever the TCW World Champion is at that time!

Hicks: That’s a big decision and one he should not make lightly!

Grant: No he shouldn’t, but until he does have to decide Hollywood is going to enjoy this win as he is the new TCW NATIONAL CHAMPION!

~~~

Grant: This next match will be for the Trinity Tag Team Championship as four teams will vie for this prize.

Hicks: Teams or singles wrestlers that were thrown together by the office?

Grant: Both. Let’s go to the ring.

*Salas: This next match is for the Trinity Tag Team Championship! Introducing first….the team of ZHU WANG, THE HOODED HATSTAND, and THE SAINT!

(All three enter the ring separately to their own music. The fans boo Zhu and The Hooded Hatstand heavily during their entrances while the fans blow the roof off the building when The Saint makes his entrance. All three keep their distance from each other as they enter the ring but taunt each other.)

Grant: The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are already arguing and this match hasn’t even started.

Hicks: Did you really expect the Saint to keep his mouth shut?

Grant: Zhu Wang is telling them to shut up and now both of them are turning their attention to him.

Hicks: Something tells me that this won’t end well.

Grant: Zhu Wang thought he was the leader of the International Exchange, but something tells me that these two partners of his are not receptive to that idea.

*Salas: The next team is the team of SUZAKU, THE DUCHESS, and SAMUEL MANSON!

(They also enter the ring with separate entrances. Manson and Duchess enter the ring in one corner as Suzaku keeps his distance from his partners.)

Hicks: Samuel Manson is the newest member of MI.

Grants: MI?

Hicks: That’s short for Mason International if you’re not aware. This company has big plans for 2026 as they have recently rebranded.

Grant: This is another dysfunctional team as we see The Duchess talking smack to Suzaku who is talking smack to The Keeper and Manson.

Hicks: What a pressure cooker this match is already and we haven’t even started!

Grant: We’re only halfway through the intros!

(Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing https://youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE as the arena darknens to a spotlight. Beauty appears on the stage and points to the rin, laughing, then the guitar hits)

*Salas: Introducing next, MAN MOUNTAIN MARKO, THE BEAST, and DESIRE……THE UNSTABLES!

(The UnStables appear on Tron in red block letters. Beast then Marko appears from the back as Salas makes the intro. They are followed by Desire. The stalk to the ring being led by Beauty. At ringside Beast goes left, Marko goes right and Desire stays center with Beauty. Booth Marko and Beast go over the top rope with ease and Beauty goes under the top rope. They appear at the center for a huge pop, then to there corner for a final strategy with Beauty.)

*Salas: And now, introducing the TCW Trinity Tag Team Champions….CRAZY JENNA and LADY GIANT…..collectively known as THEE STORM…..and their partner, NOVVA!

(NoVVa and Rust Riggle enter the ring as the fans mostly boo them as they make their way to the ring. A nice crowd pop erupts as Thee Storm makes their way to the ring.)

Hicks: Speaking of dysfunctional teams…..

Grant: This is like a powder keg waiting to explode. There are so many people at odds with their own partners in this match, let alone their opponents. Saint and Hatstand, Saint and Zhu Wang. Both Jenna and Lady Giant have had their issues with NoVVa. Suzaku has had issues with Samuel Manson and The Duchess.

Hicks: That’s not to mention the issues between the various teams themselves.

Grant: That’s true. There are people from the Unstables and people from Mason International and we know they’re not friendly.

Hicks: They’re at WAR!

Grant: Something tells me that this match will be a war.

Grant: Patty Poundcake calls for the bell and this Trinity Tag Team Championship bout is underway! The crowd is buzzing, four teams, combustible alliances, and only one fall to decide the gold. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can feel the stakes in the air as the wrestlers size each other up.

Hicks: Oh please, Grant. Half these clowns don’t even belong in the ring. Look at Thee Storm — they’re already glaring at NoVVa like she stole their lunch money. Rust Riggle’s screaming at them to cooperate, but I say let her run wild. She’s the only one in that trio with any brains.

Grant: Desire steps forward to start against Crazy Jenna. Collar‑and‑elbow tie‑up, Desire slips behind with a waistlock, but Jenna counters with a standing switch. Desire rolls through, quick arm drag! The crowd pops for the UnStables’ cohesion. Beauty claps proudly at ringside, rallying her team.

Hicks: Cohesion? Please. Desire’s just showing off, strutting around like she’s auditioning for a music video.

Grant: Jenna kips up, smirks, and fires back with a flying clothesline. Desire ducks, comes back with a hurricanrana that whips Jenna across the ring! Desire follows with a bulldog and the fans eat it up!

Hicks: Disgusting. These people cheer for anything shiny. If she were smart, Jenna would’ve planted her with a piledriver and ended this nonsense.

Grant: Jenna shakes it off, grabs Desire by the hair, and yanks her down hard. Straight jacket suplex! Jenna covers—one, two—but Desire kicks out. Jenna drags Desire to the corner, tags Lady Giant, and the crowd roars at the sight of the powerhouse entering.

Hicks: Finally, some muscle. Lady Giant’s gonna squash Desire like a bug. And if NoVVa gets in there, she’ll finish the job.

Grant: Lady Giant scoops Desire up, inverted atomic drop followed by a massive powerslam. Desire writhes in pain. Lady Giant applies the Giant Bear Trap, squeezing Desire in a crushing bearhug. Desire claws at Lady Giant’s face, desperate to escape, and finally rakes the eyes to break free.

Hicks: Cheap shot! Typical UnStables garbage. They can’t fight fair, can they?

Grant: Desire dives to her corner—tag to Beast! Beast storms in and hits Lady Giant with a clothesline! And another one! He follows with a neck choke, grinding her down. Lady Giant powers out, hits a running knee smash to Beast’s chest, then tries a big boot.

Hicks: Beast caught it! Oh, this is gonna be ugly.

Grant: Beast spins her around, and plants her with a back breaker submission. Lady Giant screams in pain, but Jenna rushes in with an elbow smash to break it up. Thee Storm are fighting tooth and nail, but the UnStables are unified.

Hicks: Unified? More like boring. Give me chaos, Grant. Manson and Duchess know how to stab a partner in the back and smile while they do it.

Grant: The pace is picking up again, Hicks. Desire jumps into the ring for an assist but just barely rolled out of the way of Lady Giant’s big boot, and now she’s scrambling to the corner. Beast wraps his massive hand around Lady Giant’s throat, and plants her with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.

Hicks: Oh come on, Grant. That’s not skill, that’s just brute force. And these fans cheer like he reinvented wrestling. Lady Giant should’ve crushed him with a second knee smash, but she let the moment slip.

Grant: Jenna dives in to save her partner, hitting Beast with a flying clothesline. She follows with a kick to the head, and the crowd roars. But Marko tags himself in, towering over Jenna. He grabs her by the throat—two‑handed chokeslam! Jenna writhes in pain, and Marko hits Lady Giant with a big boot before scooping her up for a thunderous chokeslam.

Hicks: Look at that show of power.

Grant: NoVVa slaps Lady Giant’s back, forcing herself in. Lady Giant looks furious, but NoVVa storms in, superkick! She follows with a mafia kick, and then another! Marko stumbles but doesn’t fall. Rust Riggle is screaming at ringside, demanding NoVVa finish him.

Hicks: Finally, some brains in the ring. NoVVa’s the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, but instead they’re sulking like children.

Grant: Look out! The Saint and Hooded Hatstand are in a heated argument in their corner as Zhu uncharacteristically tries to play the voice of reason?!

Hicks: I never thought I’d say the day where Zhu Wang is the partner that is calm, cool, and collected.

Grant: Saint and The Hatstand have been at odds for quite some time and this will all come to a head later tonight as they face each other in a TLC Match.

Hick: I can’t wait!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess are arguing with Suzaku. Agent White is pleading for teamwork, but Manson just smirks. Duchess tags back in, hitting a flying head scissors on NoVVa, who was exchanging words with Marko. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get in as Duchess continues the assault.

Hicks: And why should they let him in? Suzaku’s dead weight. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep the spotlight on themselves.

Grant: Suzaku slaps Duchess’s back, forcing himself in. The crowd erupts as Suzaku unleashes a barrage of palm strikes on NoVVa, then dropkicks his own partner Manson off the apron! Suzaku follows with a suplex on NoVVa, then a power slam!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for someone to put him back in his place.

Grant: And speaking of chaos, Saint and Hatstand are now brawling on the outside!

Hicks: They could not wait until later tonight!

Grant: Hatstand gouges Saint’s eyes, then rakes his face across the guardrail. Saint retaliates with an inverted piledriver on the outside! Fans scatter as security tries to keep them contained.

Hicks: Zhu Wang is trying to talk some sense into them. He’s yelling at The Saint but the Saint with a kick to the gut and he throws Zhu into the guard rail!

Grant: Back in the ring, Desire runs in as Duchess attempts to interfere and hits a Falling From Grace top rope spear on Duchess! Beast follows with a chokeslam on Suzaku, and Marko hoists him high for another powerbomb. The UnStables are circling, unified, dominant.

Hicks: Oh come on, really? The only reason they’re doing well is that they are the only team that is cohesive!

Grant: The match is spiralling into chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and now Beast is storming back in, grabbing Jenna by the throat for a chokeslam. Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse, but the tags are flying so fast she can’t keep track.

Hicks: Good. Let it be chaos. That’s what makes this fun. You think the fans paid to see clean tags and sportsmanship? No, they want carnage, and the UnStables are giving it to them.

Grant: Marko re‑enters, scooping Lady Giant up for a bearhug and then slams her with a thunderous powerbomb. The ring shakes, and the fans gasp. Jenna dives in, hitting Marko with a superkick, but Desire springboards in with a hurricanrana on Jenna. The pace is frantic.

Hicks: Desire knows how to steal the spotlight. Forget Jenna’s little flips—Desire’s got the crowd eating out of her hand.

Grant: Things are getting out of control on the outside as the Hooded Hatstand is choking the Saint with an electrical cord! Zhu Wang is tapping Hatstand on the shoulder and points to the ring.

Hicks: Hatstand just shoved Zhu and I think he told him to go back to North Korea.

Grant: He’s Chinese!

Hicks: That’s not what Hatstand says!

Grant: The Saint from behind, he puts The Hooded Hatstand in a chokehold, but Hatstand backs him into the guardrail!

Hicks: It looks like Zhu Wang has had enough!

Grant: He hasn’t even entered the match yet!

Hicks: None of the three have entered the match yet!

Grant: Zhu Wang is walking out, abandoning his team.

Hicks: Smart move by Wang. Why waste your time babysitting two maniacs who’d rather kill each other than win gold?

Grant: Is that move supported by his handlers in Mason International?

Hicks: They still have a chance with Manson in the match, but at least he has one partner he can get along with.

Grant: Suzaku gets tagged back in, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes on Beast, then chopping Marko down. The fans are cheering Suzaku on!

Hicks: Oh, give me a break. These fans will cheer for anyone who looks like an underdog. Suzaku’s just softening himself up for Manson to stab him in the back again. He’s not even letting Manson into the match. What an egomaniac!

Grant: And speaking of Manson, he blind tags Suzaku, smirking as he stomps away at Beast. Duchess joins him, hitting a spinning heel kick on Lady Giant. Manson and Duchess are working together, but Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, demanding to be let back in. Agent White is pleading for order, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: That’s called strategy, Grant. Suzaku’s a liability. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to keep him out of the ring. If Suzaku wants to play hero, he can do it after they’ve already won. They don’t care about fan approval, they care about destruction. And right now, they’re destroying everyone in sight.

Grant: Patty Poundcake is struggling to keep order, but the chaos is only escalating. Every team is desperate, every wrestler is throwing everything they’ve got, and the Trinity Tag Team Championship hangs in the balance.

Hicks: Unless your name is The Saint and The Hooded Hatstand! Security was trying to break it up on the outside but there they go again as they brawl down the aisle!

Grant: The aisle and the ring is absolute chaos, Hicks. Desire just got flattened by Lady Giant’s running knee smash, and Beast is dragging himself back to his corner. Marko is pacing like a predator, waiting for another chance to strike, while Patty Poundcake is shouting herself hoarse trying to keep track of who’s legal.

Hicks: And that’s exactly how I like it, Grant. Forget order, forget rules—this is survival. The UnStables thrive in this kind of madness. Look at Marko, he’s practically salivating at the thought of crushing another body.

Grant: That he is. It appears that security is FINALLY taking some control outside the ring and have broken up the fight between Saint and Hooded Hatstand.

Hicks: Are they still in this match?

Grant: I’m not so sure. It appears that security is escorting them out. They do have a TLC match later tonight.

Hicks: NoVVa is looking good! She is the only one in Thee Storm who knows how to win. Jenna and Lady Giant should be thanking her, not whining like children.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Marko, dropkicking him from behind. She nails him with another kick. She tries to apply a sleeperhold, but Marko powers out, hoisting her up for a two‑handed chokeslam. The ring shakes, and NoVVa rolls to the outside, clutching her neck. Rust Riggle is screaming at her to get back in, but Lady Giant and Jenna are blocking her path.

Hicks: Riggle’s right—NoVVa should be in there finishing the job. Instead, she’s stuck with two jealous partners who’d rather sabotage her than to keep their gold.

Grant: Marko storms in, grabbing Suzaku by the throat for a two‑handed chokeslam. Suzaku counters with a spinning heel kick, staggering the giant. He follows with a hip toss, then a headbutt that rocks Marko. The crowd is on its feet, sensing the momentum shift.

Hicks: And I’m sensing Suzaku’s about to get betrayed again. Manson and Duchess are lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to stab him in the back.

Grant: The match has reached a fever pitch, Hicks. Suzaku just blasted Marko with a spinning heel kick, and the crowd is roaring. He follows with a spinning heel kick on Beast, then a power slam on Desire. Suzaku is on fire, but Manson is lurking on the apron, smirking, waiting for his chance to steal the spotlight.

Hicks: And that’s exactly what he should do. Suzaku’s wasting energy, burning himself out for nothing. Manson and Duchess are smart enough to let him run wild, then swoop in when it matters. That’s how winners operate.

Grant: Duchess tags herself in, cutting Suzaku off. She hits a flying head scissors on Desire, then a spinning heel kick on Beast. She follows with a catapult neck snap on Marko, and the crowd gasps at the impact. Suzaku is pounding the turnbuckle, desperate to get back in, but Manson and Duchess ignore him.

Hicks: Good. Keep him out. Suzaku’s nothing but dead weight. Manson and Duchess don’t need him, they’re better off without him.

Grant: Meanwhile, Jenna springboards in, catching Duchess with a flying clothesline. She follows with a bronco buster in the corner, then a straight jacket suplex on Manson. Thee Storm are rallying, but NoVVa slaps Jenna’s back, forcing herself in again. The fans boo loudly, and Jenna screams disgust.

Grant: NoVVa charges at Beast, stunning him with a boot to the shin and puts him a chokehold, but Beast backs her into the corner! What impact!

Hicks: He should be disqualified for that!

Grant: Meanwhile, Manson and Duchess shove Suzaku right into the waiting arms of Marko. The giant lifts him high—Triple Powerbomb! The ring shakes, the crowd gasps, and Patty Poundcake drops to count.

Hicks: 1…..2.....3! It’s over!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winners of this match and NEW Trinity Tag Team Champions…THE UNSTABLES!

Grant: The UnStables have done it! Desire, Marko, and Beast reclaim the Trinity Tag Team Championship, unified and unstoppable. Beauty rushes into the ring, celebrating with her team, and the fans are on their feet, cheering wildly.

Hicks: Meanwhile, Jenna and Lady Giant are holding NoVVa back, refusing to let her intervene in their victory celebration. Rust Riggle is losing his mind at ringside, screaming at them. And Suzaku lies broken, abandoned by Manson and Duchess.

Grant: Manson and Duchess sacrificed Suzaku, proving their allegiance. Thee Storm and NoVVa are fractured, Saint and Hatstand are at war, and Zhu Wang has walked out in disgust.

Hicks: What a story told tonight. The UnStables are the champions once again, each member now faced with the choice—trade in their share for a shot at the TCW World Championship at Storm Warning, or keep the Trinity gold.

Grant: For now, Desire, Marko, and Beast can enjoy the holidays as the new TCW Trinity Champions. Unified, strong, and with the fans behind them.

Hicks: TCW just changed tonight, Grant. The UnStables are back on top, Mason International is flexing its power, Thee Storm and NoVVa are imploding, and Saint and Hatstand will settle their score later tonight.

~~~

Grant: Almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion for the Bristol Bulldozer - an UNPRECEDENTED accomplishment, John - but it could all come CRASHING DOWN tonight against a MYSTERY opponent.

*Salas: The following match is for the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. If Bristol Bulldozer wins, he will officially go over 1,000 days as champion!

(HUGE crowd pop!)

*Salas: Introducing first, hailing from Bristol, UK and weighing 440 pounds, here is the TCW STREET FIGHT CHAMPION - Bristol Bulldozer!!!

(The sounds of machines are heard as the TCW Street Fight Champion makes his way thundering to the ring ready for action.)

Grant: A simple but effective entrance. Bristol is ready to BULLDOZE whoever is in his path.

Hicks: But who will that be?

Grant: We're about to find out!

(The arena goes black while the crowd is buzzing.)

Hicks: Trippy this is!

Grant: Everyone knows Bristol Bulldozer could be moments away from 1,000 days as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Or the guy who made it to 999 days. A milestone almost nobody touches in my lifetime!

(A TOTAL BLACKOUT. A single siren-like synth tone hits. Slow. Droning. Distorted. Smoke rolls across the stage as the video screens glitch between static, scrambled footage of Bristol Bulldozer's past defenses, and a black silhouette. The TCW-tron slams to white noise, then a distorted voice whispers:

“A reign built on survival ends when someone learns how you bleed.”

(The crowd erupts in confusion; as some recognize the cadence, others think it’s a debut. A spotlight snaps on at the top of the stage. A figure stands motionless,tall, hood up, wearing a cracked black-and-silver mask with claw-marks across the mouthpiece. Leather jacket. Fingerless gloves wrapped in barbed-wire tape.

Grant: It’s the hooded figure!

Hicks: This guy has created some real heat!

(In his right hand and a weapon the dented steel chair used in nearly every title defense in hardcore wrestling history! He lifts it slowly, letting the light glint off the dents, and drags it across the metal ramp.)

SCREEEEECH.

(A chilling sound that instantly gets boos. The tron now spells out a phrase in glitching letters:

“WHAT WAS STOLEN WILL BE TAKEN BACK.”

(The masked man walks with slow, predatory confidence, never breaking eye contact with the camera. Every step is deliberate. Every movement is calculated. When he reaches ringside, he stops, raises the chair… and points it directly at the camera.)

Grant: Here we go!

Hicks: It’s on like Alderon daddy!

(The lights snap to blood-red. He stands center before the ring , and the camera zooms tight on his mask. He reaches up and grabs the ropes. He leans in on the ropes from the outside. The hooded figure raises his arms back and then a voice over begins.)

This is his destiny...

This is his place...

This is his time again...

He will CONQUER ALL!!!

("Hall of Fame” by the Script with Will.I.Am hits and the crowd loses its god damn mind.)

(He tears the mask off.)

Grant: IT'S THIEF TAYLOR.

Hicks: He’s back daddy! DOUBLE CATEGORY HALL OF FAMER THIEF TAYLOR IS BACK!

Grant: This is crazy! Thief Taylor is a former Street Fight Champion back in 2005. Literally 20 years ago!

Hicks: I got goosebumps daddy! I’ve been in the ring with him! Someone better call my momma, daddy!

Grant: Thief is a multiple time World Champion and Hall of Famer. He has been all over the world and faced every big name out there!

Hicks: Now he faces the biggest and baddest of them all, momma - Bristol Bulldozer.

Grant: Not your momma.

**DING**DING**

Grant: Bulldozer looks SHOCKED.

Hicks: Imma wonder if he was expecting easy prey like Tom Jennings or Trev Barnhill.

Grant: No such luck for the Street Fight Champion, John. There are no easy matches in TCW and no easy title defences. They lock up, and Bristol IMMEDIATELY snares Thief into a BEARHUG and then takes him down with a BIG SUPLEX.

Hicks: Welcome back to the big leagues, Thief Taylor!

Grant: Bristol Bulldozer does NOT get paid by the hour, John. The Street Fight Champion is going to try to end this as quickly as possible. And the conventional wisdom that the longer the match goes on, the more it favours Thief, that's bollocks. Strength does NOT wane. Thief is going to have to outsmart and outmanoeuvre - note the limey spelling - Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma think Thief will have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Grant: If he does, he better pull them out, because Bulldozer just ROCKED him with MULTIPLE splashes to the BACK.

Hicks: This could be over as quickly as it began, momma!!

Grant: Not your-- WHAT THE HELL??? One of SANTA'S ELVES just jumped into the ring and tossed what appears to be BLACK PEPPER COCAINE in Bulldozer's eyes.

*Elf: It's Christmas dust!!!

Hicks: Imma dun think that's an elf. That's--

Grant: SANTA CLAUS just ran into the ring, and he's now SPANKING his elf. The elf is threatening to kick Santa's arse!

Hicks: That's--

Grant: THE DRIVER is dressed as SANTA CLAUS, and he just put SEAN O on the NAUGHTY LIST for trying to impersonate an ELF and interfere in this bout against Bulldozer, whom he has a well-known vendetta against.

Hicks: Now Santa Driver drags Sean O the elf out of the ring, and--

Grant: Thief Taylor takes a BUMP of the black pepper cocaine residue in the ring - he's a thief after all - and then takes advantage of this distraction with a CLOTHESLINE, FOLLOWED BY A DDT, followed by a cover.

*Ellers: 1...

Grant: Bulldozer THROWS Thief off! It's going to take A LOT more than that, John, to end almost ONE THOUSAND DAYS as TCW Street Fight Champion.

Hicks: Imma agree with that!!

Grant: Thief goes for a HANGING SUPLEX, but the size and strength advantage of Bulldozer is too much. The Street Fight Champion CRASHES on top of Thief as referee Big John Ellers makes the count.

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Thief with a shoulder up. This won't be a walk in the bloody park for Bulldozer.

Hicks: Imma like walks in the park.

Grant: The Street Fight Champion picks up Thief, but the challenger retaliates with several VICIOUS kicks to the knee. Bulldozer hobbles to the ground.

Hicks: TIMBER!

Grant: Thief knocks him backward and locks in a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK. Good strategy to ground the big man.

Hicks: Will it work?

Grant: It's working so far!!!

Hicks: But for how long?

Grant: Good question, John. Thief is struggling just as much as Bulldozer. The Champion's legs are THICK like OAK TREES.

Hicks: Mah teachers used to call me THICK. Imma dun realize it was a compliment.

Grant: It WASN'T, because they were referring to your pea-sized BRAIN.

Hicks: How can mah brain be the size of a pea if it's thick?

Grant: Never mind! BULLDOZER REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: Neither can I!

Grant: Now Taylor is the one writhing in agony. He did NOT expect such a SCIENTIFIC reversal from the MEAT AND POTATOES Bulldozer.

Hicks: You dun get to almost 1,000 days without having some tricks up your sleeves!

Grant: Too right! Thief reaches for the ropes. Can he grab them? And...

Hicks: He does!

Grant: Ellers tells Bristol to break the hold, and he does so gladly.

Hicks: If Imma Thief, Imma be worried about that look on Bristol's face. It's almost feral, like one of them there wild animals Imma would see when Imma would go buck huntin with mah daddy. He would take me and mah brother, Shannan, and mah cousin Matt Willa, and we'd--

Grant: (Interrupting) Thief LEAPS up and gets right in Bulldozer's face. No fear. Only determination.

Hicks: IMMA CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Grant: Thief HOISTS Bulldozer up for the TAYLOR MADE 580, but...

Hicks: Thief's BACK just gave up!!!

Grant: A result of those NASTY splashes to the back he endured from Bulldozer earlier in this match.

Hicks: And now the Champion is primed and ready to counter!

Grant: WRECKING BALL!!! Bulldozer hits the Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: NO! Taylor kicks out!!!

Hicks: Imma in SHOCK.

Grant: Bulldozer does it again... ANOTHER Wrecking Ball!

*Ellers: 1...2...

Grant: Another kick-out!

Hicks: Imma can't believe it!!!

Grant: Bulldozer again... A THIRD WRECKING BALL!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!

Grant: NOT QUITE! ANOTHER kick-out, RIGHT before the 3.

Hicks: The fans are in shock.

Grant: WE'RE in shock.

Hicks: And so is Bulldozer.

Grant: HOW can Taylor stay in? Taylor goes for an eye gouge and NAILS it. Remember, it's legal in a Street Fight.

Hicks: Taylor slowly gets up...

Grant: He thinks this is buying him some time.

Hicks: But LOOK at Bulldozer's face.

Grant: Bulldozer is PISSED OFF! And Taylor has the wind knocked out of him with ANOTHER Wrecking Ball and a cover!

*Ellers: 1...2...3!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

*Salas: The winner of the match, STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion, and will now be the first wrestler EVER to over 1,000 days with ANY Championship - BRISTOL BULLDOZER!!!

Grant: It took not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR Wrecking Balls to put Thief Taylor away. NO ONE has ever brought THAT kind of fight to Bristol Bulldozer over the past almost ONE THOUSAND days. But Bulldozer is STILL the TCW Street Fight Champion. As balloons and confetti fall around him and fireworks go off, the TCW Street Fight Champion acknowledges the fans who are applauding his HARD-FOUGHT victory, grabs the title, and whispers something about trying to find Sean O and KILL him.

Hicks: Sounds about right to me, Daddy.

~~~

EG: And the action just keeps on going at TCW: Resurrection as up next, we have a Triple Threat match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

JH: You said it Grant, no one does PPV like TCW, and we have one heck of a match coming up! Thee Storm of Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna- who LOST the Trinity Tag Titles earlier this evening will hope to go one better against the teams of their now former tag team partner NoVVa and Chip Riggle AND Total Destruction!

EG: You mentioned NoVVa and her relationship with Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna who did not break up the winning pin from the Unstables earlier tonight- and Rust Riggle was NOT happy with the way that went down!

JH: This is a goddamn powder keg, Grant!

EG: I don’t envy Patty Poundcake, not one bit! Let’s go down to Winston Marcello Salas for the introductions!

**DING**DING**DING**

(We hear the ring bell sound three times, as we move from the commentary booth to Salas in the ring.)

WS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and is a TRIPLE THREAT match for the TCW World Tag Team Championships!

(The fans pop as “The Cis-Tem” by Ryan Cassata blasts over the PA.)

WS: Introducing first are the challengers! Making their way to the ring and accompanied by their manager Tommy Lowe, at a total combined weight of 405lbs…HUNTER MILLS…RICK KANE…TOTAL DESTRUCTION!

(Hunter and Kane jog down the aisle, then enter the ring to a face pop.)

EG: Talk about legacy, the sons of two of the greatest tag team wrestlers in history would like nothing more than to get their hands on the TCW Tag Titles!

WS: And their opponents, accompanied by Rust Riggle, at a total combined weight of 414lbs, NOVVA AND CHIP RIGGLE!

(The fans boo as “Born on the 4th of July” by Tom Paxton plays over the PA. Rust walks down first mouthing various threats to the camera about how Crazy Jenna and Lady Giant are going to pay, whilst Novva looks furious and Chip is assured.)

WS: And their opponents, they are the RAGE Gauntlet and TCW World Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of 395lbs…LADY GIANT…CRAZY JENNA…THEE STORM!

(The arena goes black. Lightning strikes and the thunder BOOMS. Thee Storm walk slowly to the ring. Both women climb to the top of opposite corners they call their lighthouses. They cheer on their fans. Thee Storm climbs down and readies for the match to begin.)

EG: All six competitors in the ring as Rust Riggle, who is STILL incandescent with rage tells Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna he will make it his life’s work to ensure they lose the TCW and RAGE tag titles- of course, the RAGE belts are NOT on the line tonight, this is just for the big ones! And it looks like we will see Crazy Jenna, Chip Riggle, and Rick Kane getting things under way here!

JH: Patty Pound signals the start, and the championship is officially on the line!
EG: Riggle is looking immediately uncomfortable. He wants no part of Rick Kane's intensity.

(Riggle tries to sneak to the corner to tag NoVVa, but Kane grabs him by the hair and throws him back in, following up with a heavy clothesline.)

JH: And that's the attitude of Total Destruction! They are eliminating threats in the most efficient manner possible. Riggle is being physically manhandled!

EG: Jenna is observing, John. She’s not jumping in to save Riggle; she’s waiting for the best moment. She’s too smart to get caught in the middle of that.

(Riggle stumbles up, turning into a sharp forearm from Jenna. Jenna and Kane lock eyes.)

JH: See that? That moment of acknowledgment! Thee Storm and Total Destruction have a common enemy right now: the Riggle camp! They are silently agreeing to take him out of the equation!

EG: It’s a temporary alliance, John, but a smart one. They know Rust Riggle is going to try every dirty trick in the book, and neutralising Chip is the best way forward!

(Kane focuses back on Riggle, tagging in Hunter Mills. Total Destruction isolates Riggle, utilizing quick tags and stomps.)

JH: Total Destruction is running the ropes around the younger Riggle. They are experts at cutting the ring in half and preventing him from getting any momentum.

EG: And now Mills is preventing Jenna from getting involved! He sees her climbing to the top turnbuckle and ruthlessly pulls her down, sending her crashing onto the apron! No temporary alliances in this business!

(Mills and Kane hit a vicious double-team Flapjack on Riggle. Kane covers for the first near fall.)

JH: One! Two! And Jenna dives in to break the pin! She saves Riggle!

EG: She has to, John! If Kane pins Riggle, they lose the belts! She needs to keep Riggle in long enough for her to capitalise. This is high level championship strategy!
JH: Awful rational from someone so crazy, you’d have to say!

(Jenna tags in Lady Giant, who immediately squares up with Rick Kane.)

JHL Here we go! The size and power of the 7 foot, 260lb Lady Giant now enter the fray! This is a different level of physicality now!

EG: She is one of the most imposing forces in professional wrestling, and Kane is accepting the challenge!

(Lady Giant and Rick Kane trade heavy, open handed strikes. Neither gives the other an inch.)

JH: They are just UNLOADING on each other! No flash, just fury! This is what the fans came to see!

EG: Neither Kane or Lady Giant is backing down. Kane's intensity is matched perfectly by LG's raw size. This is a true battle of the titans!

(NoVVa, seeing her chance, tags herself in on the recovering Chip Riggle, much to Rust Riggle's dismay.)

JH: Oh, NoVVa just inserted herself! Rust is upset, but NoVVa knows how to take charge! She immediately meets LG in the centre of the ring!

EG: She's doing what Chip Riggle couldn't! NoVVa is going straight for the champion! She hits a massive shoulder tackle, nearly staggering Lady Giant! Novva now goes high as Kane goes low, and Lady Giant hits the deck!
JH: Another temporary alliance Grant!

(Mills tags in and attempts a double suplex with NoVVa on Lady Giant, but LG reverses it into a huge double-clothesline, flattening both of them. Jenna tags herself in.)

JH: That was a ridiculous feat of strength! A simultaneous clothesline taking out two highly formidable competitors! Lady Giant cleared the runway there and Jenna is the perfect follow up! She's the lightning after the thunder! Total Destruction and NoVVa are both stunned!

(Jenna hits a running dropkick to Mills in the corner, followed by a high knee to NoVVa. She is absolutely fired up.)

EG: Jenna is flying! She has that look in her eye! She knows she must protect these belts because of the opportunity they represent for her down the line!
(Rust Riggle suddenly jumps up on the apron and grabs Patty Pound's arm, causing a distraction. This in turn allows Tommy Lowe to reach up and trip Jenna from behind as Mills reveres an Irish Whip. As Jenna staggers forward, Mills capitalises instantly with a vicious Spinebuster.)

EG: The managers are working in tandem to get their teams over the line! The moment Rust Riggle created a distraction, Tommy Lowe struck! Thee Storm and the fans may not like it, but it’s highly effective! Mills with the cover!

JH: One! Two! NO! Lady Giant makes the save as she crashes down with an Elbow Drop to break up the pin!

EG: LG is everywhere tonight! She is prioritizing the championship over all else. Her focus is laser sharp! This brings in Kane and he and Lady Giant begin to trade blows! Novva is back up and she clocks Mills! And Chip Riggle sees his chance as he puts the boots to Crazy Jenna! We knew this would happen at some point! It's a complete breakdown! Every single person involved is fighting!

JH: Rust Riggle and Tommy Lowe are in each other's faces! They are screaming at each other to stay out of the way!

EG: That is the epitome of the Triple Threat dynamic, John. Everyone is so focused on their own gain, they can't afford to let their temporary enemies win. And the managers are the biggest wild cards!

(Pound is able to restore some order in the ring allowing Chip Riggle to tag in legally, and he immediately sucker punches Mills from behind, then rolls him up.)

EG: 1! 2! Thr..NO! Kane this time breaks up the pin! This match is teetering towards anarchy!

JH: Chip Riggle is the opportunist tonight. He's trying to make good on his father's promise. He's looking to steal the glory while Total Destruction is worn down!

EG: He's banking everything on this moment! That world championship shot is what he lives for. He's desperate!

(Riggle signals it’s time for the Riggle Rocket, but Mills shoves him off into the ropes, where Kane drives a knee into Riggle’s back. Mills drives Chip into the Total D corner where he and Kane immediately begin working Riggle over.)

JH: The veteran execution of Total Destruction! Riggle is trapped in that corner and Mills and Kane are going to town as Rust goes nuts on the outside! And Lady Giant and Crazy Jenna are in no hurry to intervene either!

(Kane tags in legally and slams Chip to the mat, then goes to bounce off the ropes. Novva see this coming and opens the ropes, sending Kane to the outside.)

EG: NoVVa playing the bodyguard role perfectly! She has to keep Chip Riggle alive for Rust Riggle's scheme to work!

(NoVVa grabs Kane, then bounce his head off the ring apron, then accepts the tag from Chip.)

JH: NoVVa covers! One! Two!! And Lady Giant again! She pulls NoVVa off the cover! LG is the brick wall tonight!

EG: The champions are showing why they’ve been so successful- and in this triple threat match they are allowing Novva, Chip and Total D to do their work for them and only intervening when it suits THEIR purposes! Lady Giant with a sidewalk slam on Novva and now Crazy Jenna tags back in! Kane is back up, and he’s mixing it up with Jenna!

(On the outside, Rust reaches into his jacket pocket and gestures at Chip. He then throws a set of brass knuckles towards Chip- but Jenna dives across the ring and intercepts!)

JH: There's the cheating! Rust Riggle trying to hand his son the win! But Jenna with interception…and she slugs Chip as Poundcake has her hands full with Kane and Jenna! Rust is furious…and Tommy Lowe is laughing!

(Mills and Kane shouting at Lowe outside, frustrated by the number of distractions and near falls, tell him to focus.)

EG: Total Destruction is losing their focus! Tommy Lowe is telling them to cool down, but they are hyped up!

JH: If they would just stick to their game plan, they'd be champions! But they've allowed the Riggle chaos to infect their strategy!

(Lady Giant tags in Jenna and locks Kane in a massive Bear Hug, shaking him like a rag doll.)

EG: The champions are setting up the kill! Lady Giant has Kane neutralised! Jenna now has a clear opportunity to deal with Chip, who is seeing stars after that brass knuckles hit!

(Chip Riggle, in a last gasp, hits a low dropkick on Jenna. He signals to his corner.)

JH: Riggle is desperate! He knows this is his final chance!

(Rust Riggle, at this point blinded by rage and focusing only on the champions, jumps onto the apron and tries to pull Jenna's hair, but Chip rushes past, and Rust accidentally trips his own son, sending him sprawling.)

EG: NO! OH MY GOD! It was a miscalculation! Rust’s greed and need to cheat just took out his own son! What a monumental mistake!

JH: The ultimate irony! The father's desperate attempt to secure the win resulted in the son's destruction! You cannot write this kind of bad luck!

(Lady Giant immediately releases Kane, snatches up Chip Riggle, and delivers a devastating Chokeslam.)

EG: Chip Riggle is DONE! The Chokeslam was the exclamation point on his father's blunder!

(LG then barrels into NoVVa, knocking her off the apron, then decks Mills who comes running into the ring, sending him reeling back toward Tommy Lowe and into a heap. Mills and Lowe begin to argue as Mills tries to get back in the fight.)

EG: Mills and Lowe are trying to untangle themselves! They aren't even looking at the ring!

JH: Jenna is in! Total Destruction is completely unaware that the championship is about to be defended!

(Chip somehow gets back to his feet only for Jenna to blast him with her patented version of the DDT.)

EG: OH MY! Chip Riggle’s head damn near punctured the canvas! Jenna with the cover!

JH: One! Two!!

(Rust dives for the ropes and, as the referee's hand hits the mat for the three count, successfully slides Chip Riggle's boot onto the bottom rope.)

JH: THREE!!!! BUT CHIP’S FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES!

**DING**DING**DING**

WS: Ladies and gentlemen…YOUR WINNERS AND STILL TCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…LADY GIANT AND CRAZY JENNA…TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMM!!!!!

EG: It's over! The bell has rung! Jenna has pinned Chip Riggle! Look at the replay, John! Look at the replay!

JH: The referee missed it! Rust Riggle got the boot on the rope just before the three count! It was an absolute accident, but Rust Riggle's quick thinking was nullified by Patty Pound's positioning!

EG: Total Destruction looks up at the screen and they are aghast! Mills and Kane are now screaming at Tommy Lowe for distracting them from the action in the ring! They let the finish happen because they were too busy arguing!

JH: Controversy reigns supreme! The champions retain the titles, but the fallout from this finish is going to be immense! Chip Riggle's opportunity for Storm Warning is gone, thanks to his own father's misplaced actions and a missed call!

EG: Thee Storm is celebrating, getting out of here fast. They know what they just pulled off. They end the year as dual champions, and now the focus shifts to Crazy Jenna's choice about the TCW World Championship. What a massive match!

JH: And look at Rust Riggle! He is beside himself! He knows he is responsible! This is a devastating end to the year for Chip Riggle and NoVVa! Total Destruction too know that this was a missed opportunity! What a crazy match…and we ain’t got no time to calm down before the next one! TCW Resurrection is ALL GO!

Grant: Up next we have one of the biggest grudge matches in the history of TCW as the man many refer to as THE GOAT of professional wrestling the Saint will take on the man who sees himself as invincible and the true best in the business The Hooded Hatstand in a TLC match that won’t be for the faint of heart.

Hicks: That’s putting it mildly DADDY! Look at all these weapons outside of the ring waiting to be used in this match and you know they WILL be used! These two fellers HATE each other like we Hicks hate proper English and people disrespecting our family jewels!

Grant: I really wish I never heard that! The Saint and Hatstand took part in the Trinity match earlier tonight with Zhu Wang as their partner and to say things did not go well for them would be an understatement as, like many expected, they did not function well as a team and did not win the Trinity tag team titles.

Hicks: Imma shocked DADDY because Dennis Mitchell said they would make a great team!

Grant: You listened to Dennis Mitchell, that’s your problem right there. NEVER listen to Dennis Mitchell. The Saint and Hatstand definitely don’t because they’d sooner destroy each other than have to work with each other. If I had to guess they are both GLAD they didn’t win the Trinity titles because the last thing they would want to do is to have to team with each other again.

Hicks: Imma sad now. I just ordered mahhhself a Saint-Hatstand tag team championship T-Shirt and now it’s worthless!

Grant: If you bought a T-shirt featuring the Saint and Hatstand as a tag team knowing how much they despise each other, you deserve to lose that money. As for the Saint and Hatstand it will not be a surprise to see them both lose a large amount of blood tonight because the violence and mayhem is going to be OFF THE CHAIN! Putting these two in a TLC match is just asking for bloodshed and maiming and you know we will see plenty of that! I can’t wait to get this match started so let’s go to Salas for the announcements!

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! OUR NEXT IS A HIGHLY ANTICIPATED GRUDGE MATCH AND WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER TLC RULES!

(Crowd pops in anticipation)

Salas: Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, from Parts Unknown, he says if he had immunity from prosecution and given an AK-47 he’d be able to improve the state of Michigan in five minutes, here is THE HOODED HATSTAND!

(“Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus starts to play over the PA as the curtain twitches. The Hooded Hatstand suddenly storms through, chest puffed out and hands on hips as the crowd begin to boo deafeningly. The Hooded Hatstand then walks down the aisle, jaw jacking with a few fans, threatening another with the back of his hand and trying to avoid being touched. He enters the ring rolling under the bottom rope before making a beeline for the ref and tells him he’d better call a clean match if he doesn’t want his tires slashed.)

Salas: Introducing his opponent! He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs 265 pounds! He is seen by many as THE GOAT of professional wrestling, an original Hall Of Famer and the longest reigning world champion in history! He is the HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(GOAT by the Cult plays bringing a massive ovation from the fans. A large cross appears on the TCW-TRON and turns into a T, followed by the letters S, A, I and N and spells out SAINT. A large series of pyrotechnic explosions go off leaving a large cloud of smoke behind. The smoke clears and the fans erupt again as the Saint stands in the aisle.

He makes his way to the ring, shaking hands with fans, posing for selfies and signing autographs before entering the ring, staring directly at his opponent.)

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the ring and the hate is palpable between these two. Referee Big John Ellers has a very easy job in this as there are no rules and everything goes so he can just stand back and watch them beat the hell out of each other and count to three when it happens. He could call for a submission too but I don’t see either of these men willingly tapping out to the other.

Hicks: They’d sooner cut their own hands off before they did that! And cut out their tongues as well so they couldn’t say I quit!

Grant: I wouldn’t put it past them. Ellers makes sure both men are ready …. The Saint and Hatstand don’t even wait for the bell as they charge into the centre of the ring and begin beating the hell out of each other! Ellers throws his hands up as if to say why am I even here and calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand didn't waste any time as they are throwing down in the center of the ring! Hatstand fires off a big right and the Saint responds! Another one from Hatstand and another one from the Saint!

Hicks: These two hate each other more than life itself and even that isn't a strong enough descriptor of how much they hate each other!

Grant: Nothing is strong enough to accurately describe it! Hatstand reaches out and catches the Saint in the eye with his thumb! Another eye gouge and now the Saint is reeling as he tries to get his eyes right! Hatstand with a BITCH SLAP and now he drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and drives him into the corner!

Hicks: Hatstand drives his shoulder into the Saint's midsection and the.Hardcore Holy Roller doubles over! A double axe handle across the back and Hatstand with a KNEE LIFT to the jaw!

Grant: A quick start by Hatstand has the Saint on the defensive as he drives a knee into the Saint's midsection. The Saint drops to a knee and Hatstand screams something about the Saint being past his prime and inferior to him. A knife edge chop by Hatstand and that one echoed through the arena!

Hicks: Hatstand grabs the Saint by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner and SLAMS into the turnbuckles! Hatstand takes a second to gloat over how easy this is going to be and goes to follow up …. The Saint fires out of the corner and nails Hatstand with a SAVAGE CLOTHESLINE!

Grant: Hatstand’s gloating cost him as the Saint took advantage of it and now he has a chance to do some damage. Hatstand gets up and the Saint HEAD BUTTS him in the face and that causes Hatstand's knees to buckle! The Saint throws him into the corner and Hatstand hits the turnbuckles and the Saint follows in with a SPLASH!

Hicks: The Saint grabs Hatstand and sends him flying with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Hatstand goes flying and moves to get to his feet and the Saint grabs him for a SPINEBUSTER!

Grant: The Saint covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. Hatstand kicks out! The Saint goes for an early win, but Hatstand kicks out quickly as this match has a long way to go before we have a winner.

Hicks: This could go on all night as these men are two of the most driven and stubborn wrestlers in TCW! They refuse to lose DADDY!

Grant: The Saint pulls Hatstand up off the mat and Hatstand surprises him with a JAWBREAKER! That stuns the Saint and Hatstand grabs him for a SWINGING NECK BREAKER!

Hicks: Hatstand quickly covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out!

Grant: A quick pin attempt by both men tells you how badly they want to win this as the egos in this match are off the chart! Hatstand grabs the Saint by the head and takes his knee down the side of his face! The Saint cringes in pain and Hatstand quickly comes off the ropes with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

Hicks: That rocked the Saint and now Hatstand puts him in a Hammerlock and scoops him up for a HAMMERLOCK BODY SLAM! Hatstand quickly hits the ropes and comes off with a BIG ELBOW SMASH!

Grant: Hatstand covers the Saint again and gets 1 …. 2 …. The Saint kicks out again! Hatstand is going for the quick win as he would love nothing more than to say he beat the Saint quickly to prove his superiority over him. Hatstand pulls the Saint to his feet and hits him with another BITCH SLAP!

Hicks: Hatstand doesn't just want to beat the Saint, he wants to humiliate him while he does it!

Grant: Hatstand isn't known for being a gracious winner as he loves to rub victories into his opponents faces and being able to do it the Saint would be the perfect way to end 2025 for him! Hatstand winds up to hit him with a THIRD BITCH SLAP …. The Saint reaches out and catches Hatstand’s hand!

Hicks: The Saint looks Hatstand right in the eyes and you can see he didn't care for Hatstand trying to embarrass him there!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand's hand and starts BENDING IT BACKWARDS and Hatstand is recoiling in pain! The Saint with a big knee to the gut and that takes Hatstand off of his feet! The Saint now grabs Hatstand and sends him OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! WOW!

Hicks: HOLY CRAP! The Saint sent Hatstand flying there and he landed on the floor in a heap!

Grant: Hatstand with a rough landing outside the ring and now the Saint flings himself over the top rope with a SUICIDE DIVE ONTO HATSTAND!

Hicks: That knocked Hatstand into the security railing! It didn't take long for the fight to spill outside of the ring where all the items needed for a TLC match wait to be used!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and SLAMS his head on the top of the security railing! He does it again and Hatstand stumbles away! The Saint runs up and boots Hatstand in the ribs and he did not hold back on that! He does it again and Hatstand is lifted off the floor!

Hicks: The Saint loves hurting his opponents but he definitely had some extra force in those kicks! He said he would make Hatstand feel pain he's never felt before and he's intent on making good on that promise!

Grant: A THIRD KICK from the Saint and Hatstand is knocked into the ring steps! He uses them to pull himself up and the Saint rushes into follow up …. Hatstand catches him with a DROP TOE HOLD THAT SENDS THE SAINT HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand had enough presence of mind to catch the Saint at the last second to use his momentum against him! The Saint has a nasty collision with the ring steps and now Hatstand has an opportunity to dish out some pain!

Grant: Hatstand immediately grabs the Saint by the hair and SMASHES his head into the steps! He does it again and again AND AGAIN! Hatstand is showing that vicious side of his and there's nothing Ellers can do except watch as there are no rules in this TLC match!

Hicks: Hatstand let's go of the Saint and now reaches for one of the many chairs here at ringside! The Saint is pulling himself up with the ring steps just as Hatstand moves in to BLAST HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR!

Grant: That sounded sickening! The Saint writhes in pain and HATSTAND DOES IT AGAIN! The Saint drops to the floor and now Hatstand holds the chair above his head screaming tonight is the night he vanquishes the Saint for good!

Hicks: The fans are letting him hear it and Hatstand tells the hominids, his words not mine, that he calls the Saint the Aint because he ain't going to be around after tonight!

Grant: I think I saw the Saint cringe again as he doesn't think much of that insult from Hatstand! The Saint is trying to pull himself up and Hatstand jams the end of the chair into his ribs! He does it again and the Saint is feeling the effects!

Hicks: He is no stranger to matches like this, but I don't know if he's ever faced anyone as determined to end him and destroy his legacy like Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand tosses the chair to the floor and now he hauls off with a big right to the Saint! He grabs the Saint with a front face lock and immediately pull him over to the chair where Hatstand DDT’S THE SAINT INTO IT! MY GOD!

Hicks: Hatstand has been laying into the Saint the last several minutes! I know the Saint has been through matches like this before but I don't know if he's faced anyone coming at him with the intensity of Hatstand!

Grant: Hatstand is definitely bringing it tonight and is telling the crowd he is exposing the Saint as a fraudulent, washed up has been! Hatstand might be able to get the three count here if he was inside the ring because they can only win this in the ring, but I don't think he's concerned with getting the win right now, he's enjoying himself and wants to prolong this as much as he can!

Hicks: Hatstand is a mean dude with a mean streak fer can match and he is using it on the Saint right now DADDY!

Grant: Hatstand goes searching for another weapon to use and he comes across a KENDO STICK! He picks it up off the ground and GLEEFULLY SMASHES THE SAINT ACROSS THE BACK WITH IT!

Hicks: That left a welt on the Saint’s back!

Grant: Hatstand sees the welt and stops to admire his handiwork before DOING IT AGAIN!

Hicks: This time he drew blood! Hatstand just busted open the Saint's back!

Grant: Hatstand notices the blood and he screams he wants MORE! He turns the Saint around and SMASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE KENDO STICK!

Hicks: THAT BUSTED OPEN THE SAINT'S FOREHEAD! HATSTAND HAS MADE THE SAINT BLEED!

Grant: That he has and Hatstand is doing some sort of happy dance to taunt the Saint and the crowd saying he drew first blood and there is more of it to come! Hatstand winds up and SMASHES HIM AGAIN! The Saint goes down in a heap!

Hicks: I've never seen anyone take it to the Saint like this before! This is unreal DADDY!

Grant: The Saint is clearly in the fight of his career and he needs to do something fast or Hatstand is going to end this very soon! Hatstand comes from behind the Saint and uses the Kendo Stick to CHOKE HIM! HATSTAND IS CHOKING THE SAINT OUT WITH THE.KENDO STICK!

Hicks: The only thing that would make Hatstand happier than pinning the Saint would be to choke him out!

Grant: Hatstand has the Kendo Stick right up against the Saint’s throat and now has turned it into a SLEEPER HOLD with the Kendo Stick! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint pass out here and he just might be doing it!

Hicks: Things aren't looking good for the Saint right now! Hatstand is really taking it to him!

Grant: Hatstand continues to squeeze away and the Saint is desperately trying to find a way out of this! He throws his elbow into Hatstand's midsection! He does it again! That seems to loosen Hatstand's grip but he still has the Saint locked in …. The Saint leans his head forward and then quickly brings backward into Hatstand's face! That seems to take something out of Hatstand and the Saint does it again!

Hicks: Hatstand’s grip has loosened! The Saint is fighting out of it!

Grant: Hatstand tries to tighten his grip again but the Saint begins back-pedalling and DRIVES HATSTAND INTO THE RING POST! He steps forward and then back-pedals again and SMASHES Hatstand into the ring post! Hatstand loses his grip and the Saint grabs him by the head and SNAP MARES Hatstand over! The Saint has fought out of it!

Hicks: Hatstand landed awkwardly and is slowly getting up! The Saint touches his hand to his forehead and sees the blood from the wound Hatstand opened up! The Saint looks at Hatstand SMILES! He's bleeding profusely out of his head and he is SMILING!

Grant: The Saint LOVES that he is bleeding as he LIVES for matches like this! Hatstand is back to his feet and the Saint quickly throws him over his shoulder and LAUNCHES HATSTAND HEAD FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST WITH A SNAKE EYES!

Hicks: MY GOD! He could have broken Hatstand’s neck with that!

Grant: Hatstand stumbles away from the ring post as he got rocked there! He turns towards the Saint who launches himself at Hatstand with a LEAPING KICK TO THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact sent Hatstand HEAD FIRST into the corner of the ring steps …. I see BLOOD! HATSTAND IS BUSTED OPEN!

Grant: There is a small tear in Hatstand's mask where he hit the ring steps and blood is pouring out of it! The Saint lifts one of the protective mats up and exposes the concrete floor underneath it! Saint grabs Hatstand and begins SCRAPING HIS FACE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS THE CONCRETE!

Hicks: The Saint is showing us that cruel side of his as he is using Hatstand’s face to PAINT the concrete with his own blood!

Grant: The Saint let's go and Hatstand is trying to get back up …. The Saint STOMPS HIS HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE! MY GOD!

Hicks: Now blood is coming out of Hatstand’s sound like a faucet! It's everywhere DADDY!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand by the mask and viciously yanks him to his feet and drills him with a huge right! Another one and Hatstand is on wobbly legs! The Saint now lifts Hatstand up for an Atomic Drop …. THE SAINT RUNS TOWARDS THE RING POST AND RACKS HATSTAND'S MANHOOD INTO THE STEEL RING POST!

Hicks: RIGHT IN THE PLUMS DADDY! THAT'S JUST MEAN!

Grant: That's why the Saint did it! Hatstand may be wearing a mask but the pain in his eyes says everything! The Saint now falls back and DROPS HATSTAND ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE WITH A SIDE SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!

Hicks: The splat Hatstand’s skin made when it hit the concrete was SICK DADDY! SICK I TELL YOU!

Grant: Hatstand who just moments ago had this match under control is now getting BATTERED by one of the best to ever do it! The Saint now looks around at the weapons gathered around the ring and begins throwing them into the ring!

Hicks: Chairs! Lead pipes! Baseball bats! Chains! Everything except the kitchen sink …. Oh wait there's one of those too! You name it I guarantee you it's in the ring! And of course the tables and ladders!

Grant: The Saint grabs Hatstand and HURLS him back into the ring. Hatstand rolls to the middle and tries to get back up as the Saint hops on the apron and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF INTO THE RING WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: He wiped him out and Hatstand is down! The Saint goes for the cover and gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT!

Grant: Close call for Hatstand but he isn't out of this yet! The Saint goes to follow up …. HATSTAND THROWS POWDER INTO THE SAINT'S EYES! The Saint is blinded and is trying desperately to clean the powder out of his eyes …. HATSTAND KICKS THE SAINT IN THE GROIN! That has to be payback for the ring post!

Hicks: It has to be! That and Hatstand isn't afraid to fight dirty!

Grant: The Saint drops to his knees in agony after that kick to the groin and now Hatstand follows up with a SHINING WIZARD! That drops the Saint to the mat and now Hatstand covers him! 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Close call for the Saint but he isn't done! But he is once again in trouble as Hatstand is in control of the mat. The Saint tries to get up and Hatstand takes a piece of SANDPAPER and starts SCRAPING THE SAINT'S OPEN WOUND WITH IT!

Grant: Hatstand is opening up the wound even deeper than it already was and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to get to the bone! Blood has now turned the Saint’s face into a crimson mask as the blood is streaming into his eyes! Hatstand now has a lead pipe and winds up and BASHES THE SAINT IN THE BACK!

Hicks: The Saint hits the mat and Hatstand is BLUDGEONING him with the lead pipe! Shots to the back, the chest, the legs, the head! Hatstand isn't holding back as he is laying a beating on the Saint!

Grant: The Saint is being PUMMELLED here as Hatstand wants to do more than beat him, he wants to end him!

Hicks: Hatstand tosses the lead pipe aside as he looks for something else …. THE LADDER! Hatstand picks up one of the ladders and SMASHES the Saint with it! He places it on the mat, opens it up and rolls the Saint inside. He closes the ladder on him and now he grabs a chair he uses to SMASH THE LADDER WITH THE SAINT INSIDE OF IT!

Grant: Hatstand is beating the hell out of the ladder with the chair inside of it! Those chair shots sound brutal as Hatstand is laying into him! He blasts him with one final shot and now he pulls the Saint out of it to the middle of the ring. Hatstand goes to the second ladder the Saint brought in and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Hatstand climbs up to the top of the ladder as the Saint lies below …. He can't be doing what I think he's going to do!

Hicks: Hatstand reaches the top and looks down at the Saint …. He IS going to do what you think he's going to do!

Grant: Hatstand positions himself at the top of the ladder, sets himself and LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER WITH A SENTON BOMB ON TOP OF THE SAINT BELOW!

Hicks: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS INSANE!

Grant: Hatstand nailed it and that has to be it for the Saint! Hatstand covers him and we get 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE! HOW DID HE DO THAT!

Hicks: Hatstand is asking himself the same question as he can believe the Saint kicked out of that!

Grant: Hatstand thought that was going to be it but the Saint is still alive and Hatstand can't believe it! He looks around the ring for something to put the Saint and he sees a TABLE!

Hicks: Hatstand’s eyes just lit up like a kid at Christmas and he goes to grab the table! He drags it to the middle of the ring and sets it up right by the ladder!

Grant: Hatstand pulls the Saint up and places him on the ladder. He slugs the Saint a couple of times to keep him from moving and now Hatstand is climbing the ladder again! He wants to use the ladder to put the Saint through the TABLE!

Hicks: If he gets this there is no way the Saint can survive this! Not even the Hardcore Holy Roller can withstand what Hatstand has planned here!

Grant: Hatstand begins climbing and he's moving slower than before as the toll of the match is catching up to him as well. He's almost to the top and Hatstand is having trouble keeping his footing! He almost slipped off the ladder but was able to catch himself!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost to the top of the ladder …. He stops! Why is he stopping!

Grant: There's a look of extreme pain on the Hatstand's face as looks down …. SALAD TONGS? THE SAINT IS UNDERNEATH HATSTAND AND HAS A PAIR OF SALAD TONGS HE IS USING TO DO A TESTICLE SQUEEZE ON HATSTAND!

Hicks: The Saint is using the move the move he used to torture his long time rival Daniel Dare with, the man who regained the RAGE World Championship from at Hell's Holiday thanks to Hatstand and now the Saint is using the salad tongs on Hatstand just like he used to do to Dare!

Grant: The Saint yelling at Hatstand this is a reminder of what he did at Hell's Holiday and who he helped steal gold from him! Hatstand was seconds away from potentially a match ending move off of the ladder but his slow movement gave the Saint time to grab the salad tongs and do this PAINFUL MOVE to Hatstand! What I want to know is WHERE THE HELL DID THE SAINT GET SALAD TONGS!

Hicks: Did you actually think the Saint would come into this match without a few surprises in store!

Grant: Good point! If Daniel Dare is watching this I guarantee you he is balled up in the fetal position and is rocking back and forth thanks to the flashbacks this is giving him! As for Hatstand he is practically CATATONIC IN PAIN as the Saint uses those salad tongs to squeeze his manhood into oblivion!

Hicks: The Saint removes the salad tongs from Hatstand’s manhood but not without yanking them like he was trying to rip Hatstand’s junk off first!

Grant: Hatstand is relieved the Saint released the hold as the pain had to be excruciating! He tries to collect himself but the Saint grabs Hatstand and POWER BOMBS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE OFF OF THE LADDER! HOLY CRAP!

Hicks: HOLY SHIT DADDY! HOLY SHIT!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are both in the debris of the broken table and now the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: My God that was CLOSE! I can't believe Hatstand kicked out of that!

Grant: The Saint is shaking his head in disbelief that Hatstand kicked out but he immediately goes right back on the attack as he pulls Hatstand off the mat for a FALL AWAY SLAM INTO THE LADDER!

Hicks: BRUTAL DADDY! Hatstand bent the ladder in half crashing into it! That had to hurt!

Grant: The ladder is a wreck and now the Saint lifts it up and SMASHES Hatstand in the back with it! Hatstand tries to get out from under the ladder to get back to his feet …. THE SAINT WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH A CHAIN!

Hicks: That opened up a gash on Hatstand's back!

Grant: Yes it did and the Saint makes the gash even bigger with a SECOND LASH FROM THE CHAIN! A couple more and Hatstand has been SAVAGELY BEATEN with that chain!

Hicks: Hatstand is writhing in pain as the Saint tosses the chain aside. The Saint reaches into a black bag and pulls out a PIECE OF CONSTRUCTION PAPER? What the hell is he going to do with that!

Grant; I have no idea what he could be thinking …. DEAR GOD THE SAINT JUST SLICED HATSTAND ACROSS HIS WOUNDED BACK WITH THE EDGE OF THE CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Hicks: PAPER CUTS! HE'S GIVING HATSTAND PAPER CUTS WITH THAT CONSTRUCTION PAPER!

Grant: The Saint is SLICING Hatstand up with CONSTRUCTION PAPER and that begs the question is there ANYTHING he can't turn into a weapon! The Saint is SLICING Hatstand across his back, his arms …. BETWEEN HIS FINGERS! He is cutting him EVERYWHERE and Hatstand is writhing in pain!

Hicks: The Saint is MEAN AS HELL DADDY!

Grant: You're just figuring that out now? The Saint reaches into the black bag again and pulls out what appears to be a large SALT TABLET?

Hicks: I don't even want to think about what he's going to do here!

Grant: The Saint takes the salt tablet and places it on Hatstand's back. He lifts his foot and STOMPS THE SALT TABLET INTO HATSTAND'S BACK! IT BREAKS INTO PIECES AND THE SAINT IS NOW GRINDING IT INTO HATSTAND'S BACK WITH HIS FOOT!

Hicks: MY GOD! THIS IS SICKENING!

Grant: Hatstand continues to writhe in pain as the Saint grinds the salt into Hatstand's wounds with his foot! The Saint now pulls out a bottle of LEMON JUICE aid is POURING IT INTO HATSTAND'S WOUNDS!

Hicks: This is BARBARIC! CRUELTY FOR THE SAKE OF CRUELTY!

Grant: Yes it is and that's what makes him the Saint! He tosses the bottle aside and STOPS on Hatstand's back and he writhes in agony from the pain! The Saint reaches down and yanks Hatstand up to his feet where he hits him with a RECKONING DAY! Hatstand is down and the Saint covers him! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT IN TIME! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: The Saint slams his fist on the mat in frustration because he thought that was it!

Grant; This match means a great deal to both of them and the Saint’s reaction showed how important it is! The Saint pulls Hatstand up and sends him into the ropes. Hatstand rebounds and the Saint catches him with a SPIKE SLAM!

Hicks: The impact made Hatstand cringe after the damage the Saint did to his back!

Grant: The Saint used his back like a carving board and Hatstand is going to feel that for a while! Hatstand tries to get but the Saint clobbers him across the back with a forearm bash! Another one and the Saint is WHALING on Hatstand!

Hicks: The Saints hits him with a big knee and I think that caught Hatstand under the jaw! He drops to all fours and the Saint STOMPS ON HATSTAND'S HANDS!

Grant: Hatstand recoils in pain and reflexively stands up …. The Saint boots him in the gut and hits him with a FINAL DESTINATION!

Hicks: That is it! That has to be IT!

Grant: The Saint covers him and here's the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Hicks: That might be the closest call we've had all match!

Grant: We've had a ton of them tonight! The Saint apparently is ready to end this as he signals for ABSOLUTION! He grabs Hatstand and lifts him up on his shoulders …. Wait, what's that in Hatstand’s hand ….

Hicks: STAPLE GUN! HATSTAND JUST STAPLED THE SAINT IN THE FACE WITH A STAPLE GUN!

Grant: The Saint drops Hatstand and clutches at his face while Hatstand goes after him with the staple gun! I’d ask how he got that in the ring but at this point I'm done asking questions. I'm just watching!

Hicks: Hatstand is making sure to use EVERY STAPLE in that staple gun as he is stapling the Saint everywhere he can!

Grant: There are staples in the Saint's chest, his shoulders, his legs …. HATSTAND TRIED TO STAPLE THE SAINT'S JUNK! Fortunately for the Saint he was able to avoid that but not the staple RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE!

Hicks: The Saint is covered in staples! He'll never get through a metal detector that way!

Grant: The Saint is trying to pull out the staples in his flesh and Hatstand is slipping a piece of metal into his mask! He goes to the Saint and HEAD BUTTS HM WITH THE PIECE OF METAL!

Hicks: The Saint drops and he might be out! Hatstand covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Grant: Neither of them will stay down! You have to wonder what it is going to take to finish one of them given what they have ensured so far! Hatstand grabs the staple gun and puts several staples into the top of the Saint’s head! He now grabs a chair and places it in the centre of the ring. Hatstand now picks up the Saint and PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE CHAIR!

Hicks: And he had staples in his head when he made impact with the chair! Hatstand is not holding back with his violence tonight!

Grant: Neither of them have! Hatstand angrily boots the Saint in the head and now goes to grab another table from outside the ring. He slides it under the ropes and goes back inside to set it up in the corner and I can only imagine what Hatstand has in mind for this!

Hicks: The Saint is up and Hatstand quickly blasts him with a big right! He slaps on a headlock and DRIVES THE SAINT THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A BULLDOG! WOW!

Grant: The table is DESTROYED and the Saint isn't moving! Hatstand quickly covers him and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME! WOW THAT WAS SO CLOSE!

Hicks: HOW IS THE SAINT HOLDING ON! HOW IS HE STILL KICKING OUT AFTER ALL OF THIS!

Grant: The Saint has been one of the toughest men to beat in the history of wrestling as he has been able to will himself to victory in situations like this! Hatstand can't believe he kicked out and now he picks up a piece of the broken table and BASHES the Saint with it!

Hicks: Hatstand is almost MANIACAL as he batters the Saint with that broken piece of table! He's screaming at the Saint to stay down and to take his vanquishment like a man! Hatstand is LOSING IT!

Grant: These men want to beat each other so badly they are almost losing themselves in the process! Hatstand hits the Saint with the table piece one last time and throws it aside. He is making it clear he feels he has worn the Saint down enough as he is signalling it’s time to end this as he goes for the S.Y.S.F!

Hicks: Hatstand has it on! He has the Saint trapped in the middle of the ring! Hatstand is trying to make the Saint tap out or pass out!

Grant: Hatstand is putting every last bit of strength he has left to try to put the Saint away! The Saint is trying to fight out of it but Hatstand isn’t letting up!

Hicks: The Saint is fighting like hell as he knows if he can’t break this hold the match is over!

Grant: Hatstand is squeezing harder and harder and the Saint is slowing down! His knees are buckling and he’s dropping towards the mat! The Saint is passing out!

Hicks: Hatstand sees this and is cranking up the pressure! He screams at the fans he’s exposed the fraud that is the Saint and he will always be better than him!

Grant: The fans are booing lustfully as Hatstand continues to trash talk the Saint as he is inching closer to victory! Hatstand screams this is a testament to his invincibility …. The Saint takes his thumb and GOUGES Hatstand in the open wound on his forehead that is exposed due to the tear in his mask!!

Hicks: Hatstand growls in pain as the Saint is pushing his thumb as far as he can into the open wound! Blood is pouring out of the wound and Hatstand lets go of the hold to pry the Saint’s thumb out of the wound …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and FLINGS him across the ring and the Saint has broken free of the S.Y.S.F!

Grant: The Saint has escaped but he is feeling the effects of the assault from Hatstand! He rises up to go after Hatstand …. SUPER KICK BY HATSTAND TO THE SAINT! The Saint drops like he was shot and Hatstand covers him! 1 ,,,, 2 ,,,, THE SAINT KICKS OUT!

Hicks: Even when the Saint found some breathing room Hatstand was able to connect with another big move! The Saint managed to kick out but how much longer can he hold on!

Grant: That’s a good question because even legends like the Saint have their limits! Hatstand has limits as well but right now he still has control of the match and catches the Saint as he strands with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!

Hicks: The Saint goes face down to the mat and now Hatstand grabs his legs for a CALF CRUSHER!

Grant: I’ve never seen Hatstand use this move but in a match like this against your bitter rival and an all-time great, you go deep into your arsenal to get the win! Hatstand has the Saint trapped and you can see the agony on the Saint’s face! He is trying to power out of it but I don’t know if he has the strength left!

Hicks: Hatstand is leaning back as far as he can and he is putting all of his strength into it! He wants to make the Saint tap with the whole world watching!

Grant: The Saint is again trying to power out of the hold but Hatstand has perfect leverage! The Saint looks around for an avenue of escape and he sees a small black bag nearby! The Saint reaches out for it and it’s JUST out of his reach!

Hicks: I have no idea what’s in there but the Saint seems to think it will get him out of the hold! But he has to get it first and it’s too far for him!

Grant: The Saint keeps reaching for it as Hatstand leans back and the pain is unmistakable! The Saint gets his fingertips on it and is trying to move it towards him! Hatstand torques his leg and the Saint growls angrily as pain shoots through his leg!

Hicks: The Saint reaches out again and now he has the very furthest part of his fingertips on it and is starting to pull it towards him!

Grant: The Saint gets the bag and frantically opens it up! He turns the bag over and dumps its contents on the mat under Hatstand’s head …. THUMB TACKS! The Saint just dumped a bunch of THUMB TACKS ON THE MAT!

Hicks: What the hell is going to do with those! He’s still in the Calf Crusher!

Grant: I have no idea but the Saint obviously has a plan! He leans towards Hatstand, grabs him by the throat and BASHES HATSTAND’S HEAD INTO THE THUMB TACKS! He does it again! Again! AND AGAIN!

Hicks: The Saint just turned Hatstand’s head into a PIN CUSHION!

Grant: Hatstand still has the hold on but is feeling the pain from having his head slammed into a pile of thumbtacks! The Saint slams his head into the thumb tacks again and HATSTAND LETS GO! The Saint has escaped the Calf Crusher!

Hicks: There are at least a dozen thumb tacks sticking out of Hatstand’s mask and you know they all pierced his skin!

Grant: I’ve seen thumb tacks used in countless matches throughout the years but never like that! Hatstand gets up and is trying to refocus after getting his head slammed into the mat …. THE SAINT WIPES HATSTAND OUT WITH A SPEAR!

Hicks: He hit Hatstand so hard I’m surprised he’s still in his shoes!

Grant: That was one of the most devastating spears I’ve ever seen and the Saint THROWS himself on top of Hatstand for the cover! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Hicks: These men are INHUMAN! Both of them should have taken the three count numerous times tonight but they both still keep going! What is going to take to put one of them away!

Grant: Hatstand is trying to pry himself up off the mat as he must feel like he was hit by a truck! He turns towards the Saint who grabs Hatstand by the throat and hoists him up for a CHOKE SLAM!

Hicks: WOW! Hatstand bounced at least a foot off the mat! The Saint put all he has left into that!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand again and here’s the count! 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Hicks: This is UNREAL! The Saint won’t stay down! Hatstand won’t stay down! They have beaten the living hell out of each other and have done things to each other that in any other walk of life other than wrestling would land them both in the state penitentiary! But they are both fighting like hell and neither one is giving an inch! This is AWESOME DADDY!

Grant: This is indeed AWESOME and no matter how this match ends neither man is going to be the same after this! The Saint slowly gets to his feet and moves towards Hatstand as he tries to figure out how to finish him off! The Saint reaches down and pulls Hatstand to his feet …. Hatstand has a steel garbage can lid and SMASHES THE SAINT OVER THE HEAD!

Hicks: The Saint drops and Hatstand smashes him AGAIN! Hatstand isn’t done!

Grant: He’s not done but how much does he have left! Hatstand drags the Saint towards the corner and heads to the top rope! He somehow gets to the top and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He covers the Saint and gets 1 …. 2 …. THE SAINT KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Hicks: Now I have to ask how the hell is the Saint still in this! That would have put away 99 percent of the roster!

Grant: Hatstand grabs his head and is muttering to himself how the hell do I put this man away, a question asked by numerous wrestlers over the years! Hatstand pulls the Saint up and sets him up for a DDT …. The Saint breaks loose and quickly throws Hatstand on his shoulders for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Hicks: The Saint covers Hatstand gets 1 …. 2 …. HATSTAND GETS HIS SHOULDER UP IN TIME!

Grant: I can’t believe what I have seen from these two tonight! Lesser wrestlers would have been put away long ago and these two are going move for move!

Hicks: Both of these men have given everything they have and more! This has been a match for the AGES!

Grant: Wrestling fans will be talking about this match for a LONG time after tonight! That’s how incredible this festival of blood and guts has been! The Saint, tired and bruised, goes over to Hatstand and pulls him off the mat …. HATSTAND JUST SPRAYED SOMETHING IN THE SAINT’S FACE!

Hicks: BEAR MACE! HATSTAND USED BEAR MACE!

Grant: Hatstand used bear mace at Hell’s Holiday to cost him the RAGE World Championship against Daniel Dare! Now he’s using it again to try to blind the Saint …. It looks like he only got the Saint in ONE EYE! He got him in one eye which is now completely shut but the Saint still has one eye working! He angrily swings his elbow at Hatstand and connects with him enough to knock him backwards!

Hicks: The Saint stumbles to the corner and starts digging through a pile of weapons that are laying around! Hatstand regains his footing and begins making his way over towards the Saint, bear mace still in tow! He clearly wants to use it again!

Grant: He knows even with just one working eye the Saint is still a threat and he wants to take away any chance of the Saint winning! Hatstand raises the can of bear mace and prepares to spray the Saint again …. The Saint gets up and he has an AXE HANDLE!

Hicks: The Saint’s weapon of choice from years past!

Grant: Hatstand goes to spray the Saint and the Saint swings the axe handle at the car of bear mace and CONNECTS …. HATSTAND ACCIDENTALLY SPRAYS HIMSELF IN THE FACE!

Hicks: The impact from the axe handle caused the bear mace can to turn towards Hatstand as he prepared to spray it! He got himself instead and Hatstand can’t see!

Grant: Hatstand claws at his eyes trying to clear away the bear mace as his eyes have to be burning …. The Saint grabs Hatstand and throws him on his shoulders for ABSOLUTION!

Hicks: HE GOT HIM!

Grant: The Saint covers Hatstand! 1 …. 2 …. 3! THE SAINT WINS!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WINNER OF THE TLC MATCH …. THE HARDCORE HOLY ROLLER …. THE SAINT!

(Crowd pops)

Grant: WHAT …. A …. MATCH! That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! The Saint prevails over The Hooded Hatstand in one of the wildest, bloodiest, goriest matches I have ever seen! We knew it would be wild coming in given the hatred these two men have for each other, but it exceeded my expectations by a wide margin. Again I say WHAT A MATCH!

Hicks: That was OFF THE HOOK DADDY! These men who hate each other with all of their beings practically tried to KILL each other, and did things to each other that will have people redefine the words cruelty and torture because those definitions don’t do justice to the carnage we just witnessed!

Grant: It absolutely does not! We have seen grudge matches over the years where things we never thought possible took place, and this match might have outdone all of those. But it goes to show that grudge matches make for great matches and these two bitter enemies gave us an absolute BANGER tonight!

Hicks: You will get no argument from me! Matches like this are why I love wrestling!

Grant: Same goes for me! Medical personnel have rushed to the ring and are attending to both the Saint and Hatstand. Both men are going to need serious medical attention after this and neither of them are going to be the same after a life altering encounter like this.

Hicks: Ellers raises the Saint’s hand in victory and he immediately falls onto a stretcher the paramedics brought into the ring. Hatstand is being helped into a stretcher and is immediately being taken to the hospital. The Saint won’t be far behind and they should both be grateful TCW has excellent benefits for its wrestlers!

Grant: The Saint and Hatstand are going to get good use out of it after tonight! Resurrection has seen some of the most historic matches in TCW take place and we added another one to that list as the Saint defeats The Hooded Hatstand in one of the most barbaric matches I’ve ever called. The fans are giving the Saint a massive ovation as the paramedics wheel him towards the locker room and the Saint holds his arm up in acknowledgement before again collapsing on the stretcher. This match will be a very popular topic on social media tonight and all I can say is, it’s well deserved.

Grant: It’s been a truly wild and unforgettable night and we aren’t finished – not by a long way, because the top two belts in TCW are on the line in consecutive matches. KTK has to defend the Intercontinental belt NOW and then immediately defend the World title. It’s a HUGE ask.

Hicks: It sure is, Daddy, but Imma believer. Imma say she gonna do it. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: I’m FAR from convinced. Both Fir and Lorrenza have fought her many times and know what to expect. You can be sure that they’ve learnt from those experiences.

Hicks: Them there yahoos just ain’t that smart, Daddy. This here’s a Hell's Holiday rematch, you know, what we dun saw for that there TCW World Championship. Miss Kitty dun made that there ‘winner take all’ challenge – and WON!

Grant: That was THEN. It could very well be VERY different this time as she has to defend the top two belts BACK TO BACK. This isn’t an accident. Don’t forget that Lorrenza and Fir WON the right to face her. They are ON FORM and very, VERY determined.

Hicks: Imma real determined too, Daddy – determined that Miss Kitty dun gonna win.

Grant: Let’s pass things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! It will be a Triple Threat Match. Contesting for this prize ARE….

He is a member of the UnStables and is being accompanied by the lovely Desire. He is from London, England and weighs in at 250 lbs. He is the King of Vampires Lucas... Fir!

(Lights go out and a fog starts to roll in as The Devil in Our Wake by Shaman's Harvest plays (https://youtu.be/M__rsfZuytw) as the drums hits Lucas Fir appears onstage to a volley of pyro. Desire comes out next to him)

(Fir and Desire walk to the ring. Fir slides under the ring and gets to his feet as Desire slides in between the middle ropes. She stands in front of Fir and they kiss before they pose for a huge pop)

Salas: AND!

(The lights dim as "Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blares over the P.A. system. As the opening chords play out, the crowd almost instantly reacts with a chorus of cheers. A gold spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, about half way in between the actual curtain and the ring, and the camera shifts back to the ring as Winston Marcello Salas brings the microphone up to his lips.)

Salas: Making his way to the ring, he stands 6'6" tall and weighs in at 265 lbs. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California... he IS "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling", "God's Gift to Wrestling", and "The Main Attraction In The Wrestling Industry"! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "HOT SHOT" SEAN LORRENZA!

("Hot Shot" Sean Lorrenza appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire, which consists of black trunks that have a yellow "SL" logo outlined in red on the crotch and a red "Hot Shot" logo outlined in white on the buttocks, black knee and elbow pads, white wrist tape, and black boots. He is also sporting that famous cocky grin of his. The fans erupt in a sea of cheers again, which causes "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling" to flash a full, bright smile. Sean looks around, taking in the reaction with great pride before strutting down the ramp in a cocky manner and stopping inside the gold spot light. He then smirks once again, looking out into the crowd, before raising his right arm HIGH in the air, causing the reaction to grow louder!

Sean looks around again with another satisfying smirk on his face before proceeding to the ring. He then makes his way up the ring steps, through the ropes, and into the middle of the ring before dropping to one knee. Gold pyrotechnics then explode from all four turnbuckles as Sean extends his arms and holds his head up ever-so-cockily with that nasty grin appearing on his face again.)

Salas: AND your defending champion!

(Matthew Margeson’s `Damage Control' hits. Damage Control (youtube.com
The lights dim. A soft Russian accented voice intones…)
"Combining the elegance of Olde England, the mystery of Mother Russia and the passion of La belle France, we give you the one and only, the inimitable - KITTEN THAT KILLS!"
(A flash of fire and lights, in perfect harmony with the strident, pounding rhythm of her intro music proclaim her arrival. Above her the giant screen displays shots of her in scintillating action.)

Salas: There are cute cats
There are pussy cats
There are even wild cats
...And then... there’s the HELL CAT

And HERE is your very own

K! T! K!
The Kitten That Kills!!!

(The screen displays the >^,^< symbol: white on a black background. KTK stands proudly and confidently taking in the scene. She sets off towards the stage, her gait filled with all the haughty disdain of a prom queen at a nerds' convention. The crowd explode in an avalanche of BOOS, whilst a small cadre of her die hard fans still cheer loudly.
At the ring, she grabs the top rope to vault into the ring. Her gymnastic agility comes to the fore as she spins and rolls in the air to land perfectly on her feet. With her arms flung back and her impressive chest thrust forward, she takes the boos of the crowd as music to her ears.)

Grant: There are no taunting smiles from KTK tonight. She’s all business.

Hicks: Yep, on account of she her favorite belt to defend.

Grant: “Favourite”? I think she’s taken a strong liking to holding the World title, but I get your point; she does hold the record for the longest reign with the Intercontinental, so it clearly means a lot to her.

Hicks: Too darn right it does, Daddy!

Grant: Patty "Poundcake" Pound is our referee. She holds up the belt that KTK reluctantly handed over, passes it to the timekeeper and - calls for the bell!

**DING**DING**

Grant: Wow, just look at the size differences: Lorrenza is 6’6”, Fir 6’ and KTK just 5’2”!

Hicks: And a half! Don’t forget that there half, Daddy!

Grant: KTK runs and hurls herself at Fir. He sways aside, but she wasn’t trying to hit him – just use him as a fulcrum. She swings around his waist and boots Lorrenza in the ribs!

Hicks: Just look at that there speed. Ain’t no way them other varmints is gonna match that. No sirree, not a dang chance. See that? She ain’t got no time for shakin’ hands! She’s on him like a crazy cat that smelled tuna, Daddy

Grant: And now KTK immediately vaults up onto Lorrenza’s back! Raking the forehead! Lorrenza is shedding blood in the first seconds of the match!

Hicks: Imma tell y’all for a darn FACT - Those claws are illegal in eighteen countries, but not here. No sirree! They sure ain’t – sure as mah name is John, but mah brother’s is Shannan.

Grant: Fir pulls her off, throws her and – NO! She lands on her feet!

Hicks: Dun y’all just hate it when cats do that. Kinda makes physics and all that there science stuff look dumb.

Grant: Right. Says my genius co-commentator.

Hicks: Sure do!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza share a quick nod. Seems like neither wants to take their eyes off KTK. They circle her cautiously, trying to corner her.

Hicks: It’s like tryin’ to trap one of them there house cats on bath day. Y’all gotta be real careful or you end up bleedin’, Daddy and not just a little bit neither.

Grant: KTK fakes left - then darts right! Lorrenza lunges. She slides beneath his arm, pops up behind him - springboard off his back - dropkick to Fir’s knee!

Hicks: She just dun used Sean as gym equipment. That ain’t respectful. Nope, not a bit of it: it’s resourceful! That’s what it is.

Grant: Fir stumbles forward, grabbing at his kneecap. KTK lands light as a feather, turning on a sixpence. Now she’s sprinting for the corner - she scales the turnbuckles like a ladder!

Hicks: She moves faster than my brother Shannan when that there bar tab dun show up.

Grant: Diving crossbody - aimed at both men! They catch her - but she shifts her weight mid-air! KTK backflips over them - lands behind - double dropkick to their backs, sending both men into the ropes!

Hicks: She juked ’em like she was made of rubber bands, Daddy!

Grant: Fir rebounds - tries to clothesline her, but she bends backwards into a Matrix dodge and HE MISSES BY INCHES! She snaps back upright - roundhouse kick - but Fir blocks! Lorrenza swings with a heavy right. KTK ducks. HE HITS FIR!

Hicks: Friendly fire happens, Grant! Not that that matters none in this here match. It’s every honcho for themselves.

Grant: Fir staggers, holding his jaw, but is still on his feet. Lorrenza looks shocked – mostly at KTK’s speed, but KTK has already launched herself. She leaps, grabs Sean’s shoulders - poison-rana! She spikes Lorrenza straight onto his neck!

Hicks: That there’s what happens when you ain’t aware of your kitty cat situation. She just dun turned the big man into a pretzel!

Grant: Lorrenza rolls out to the apron, shaking the cobwebs loose. Fir charges again. KTK sidesteps, guiding him - and he runs shoulder-first into the ring post!

Hicks: You’d think that there vamper would see better in the dark, but nope.

Grant: KTK slides under the bottom rope, avoiding Fir’s collapse. Now she’s perched on the apron - springboard-missile-dropkick to Lorrenza on the outside! The big man crashes into the barricade!

Hicks: That there barricade’s doin’ its best, but it ain’t built for beef like Lorrenza, Daddy..

Grant: KTK whirls back toward the ring. Fir tries to grab her from the canvas. She stomps on his hand, then gracefully flips over him - standing moonsault! She hooks his leg—quick pin attempt—Fir kicks out instantly!

Hicks: Not a chance that early, but she’s a-makin’ him work for every darn breath.

Grant: KTK pops up, frustrated, but here comes Lorrenza again, rushing back into the ring like a freight train - KTK scrambles, jumps, uses Fir’s shoulder as a pivot —spinning heel kick to Lorrenza’s temple! He drops to one knee!

Hicks: She jumped off Lucas like he was part of the dang furniture! She ain’t got her no allies, but she do got her some launch pads, Daddy.

Grant: Fir stands - tries to grab her again, but she grabs HIS arm, swings around his body like a vine, and kicks Lorrenza square in the face mid-spin, knocking Sean flat!

Hicks: That was a double whammy delivered with one gorgeous body! If she gets bored of wrestlin’, Cirque du Soleil is gonna kidnap her. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir finally catches her - he lifts - backbreaker attempt - but KTK slides down his back and rakes the shoulders, drawing blood!

Hicks: Yep, that there’s her Jaguar Drop. Them there claws are out! First blood on Lucas Fir. That vamper ain’t supposed to be doin’ the bleedin’, but that’s what’s a-happenin’, Daddy..

Grant: Fir stumbles forward from the pain. KTK smirks, licking her fingers—not for shock value, but to taunt him. She knows she’s getting into his head.

Hicks: She’s pokin’ the undead bear and them is real sharp pokes alright. Just ask that there vamper.

Grant: Lorrenza, bruised but furious, roars back to his feet—big boot attempt! KTK flips backward—lands ON the ropes—springboards—double dropkick, hitting both men at once! Both crash to the mat—KTK lands in a crouch, breathing hard, eyes wild.

Hicks: That whole sequence was like tryin’ to film a tornado ridin’ a squirrel. I saw it happen but Imma STILL dun fully understand it none.

Grant: The champion stands alone in the centre, both challengers down. The crowd is roaring, - roaring to encourage both Fir and Lorrenza. It’s not troubling KTK. She is smiling now, like chaos is her natural habitat.

Hicks: She’s havin’ the time of her life, Grant. Meanwhile them there varmints, Lorrenza and Fir are bleedin’; bleedin’ real good, Daddy.

Grant: They sure aren’t happy. Again they move, split apart and attempt to - Lorrenza charges! Finally! He gets his hands on KTK. He lifts her clean off the mat in one explosive motion. POWER SLAM! The champion hits hard, her spine folding on impact!

Hicks: That right there can shut down a career! Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy. Heck, that there slam was like the Earth just dun punched her back!

Grant: The crowd gasps—some fans jump to their feet, screaming at KTK to move, more – far more - are chanting for Lorrenza, sensing the shift. That was the first true power hit of the match, and it landed flush.

Hicks: And look! Folks in the front row winced like they took it. Ain’t nobody breathin’ right now.

Grant: Fir is back up, clutching the claw marks on his shoulder—blood streaking down his arm. He looks furious—and humiliated. He charges—running boot aimed at KTK’s head—

Hicks: SHE ROLLS! SHE ROLLS!

Grant: Fir’s heel SMASHES into Lorrenza’s jaw! Teeth in the fourth row!

CROWD: “OOOOOOOH!”

Grant: Just listen to that a mix of cheers and horrified gasps.

Hicks: Fir just dun gave Lorrenza a dental appointment he ain’t booked!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses sideways, clutching his jaw, eyes wide and glassy. Fir realizes the opportunity that’s created immediately—he looks down at his own boot like it has a life of its own and then looks back at KTK. Who springs up - not to run - but to attack the wound.

Hicks: She dun smell blood—LITERALLY. Like a lil’ sexy shark in boots!

Grant: KTK pounces on Fir - double rake down the back! Nails dragging from shoulder to waist—red lines split open in two clean strokes.

Hicks: Heck that ain’t wrestling. That there’s what Imma call artistic violence.

Grant: Fir yells in pain, arching his spine. KTK doesn’t let go. She wraps an arm around his neck—leaning her forehead against his ear - and laughs. The crowd is split and not equally. Some are cheering the spectacle, most are booing the cruelty.

CROWD: “KIT-TEN! KIT-TEN!” vs “YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!” YOU SICK CAT!”

Hicks: Imma reckon she’s a-gettin’ into his mind, makin’ him feel like prey. Vamper or not, she gonna make him feel real mortal. And that’s a fact, Daddy – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza tries to rise. He’s shaking, drooling blood, jaw possibly dislocated. KTK transitions - rolls Fir into a tight inside cradle!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!!—”

Grant: Fir explodes out at 2.7, nearly flipping KTK over his head. The crowd roars in shock, and delight. Really, she almost stole the match right there!

Hicks: She ain’t a-playin’ none, Hoss. She’ll take a win with claws or math wrestling! Whatever it dun take.

Grant: KTK scrambles upright, but Fir catches her ankle - DRAGS HER DOWN - vicious elbow strike to the mouth! Blood bursts from KTK’s lip.

Hicks: That’s payment, and with plenty of that there interest!

Grant: KTK blinks—blood dripping from her chin. She licks it again—this time slow, staring Fir dead in the eyes. The building changes—crowd noise becomes a wall of energy, feeding her madness.

Hicks: That there ain’t no madness, Daddy. That’s psychological warfare. She’s a-sayin’, “You can’t hurt me—you just dun gone made me stronger.” That’d mess ME up for dang sure.

Grant: Fir, seemingly rattled, or at the sight of the blood, hesitates - and that’s all she needs. She kips up—swings her body—heel kick to Fir’s temple! He drops to a knee!

Hicks: Fir is staggered like he just woke up in the wrong dang house. Or coffin.

Grant: Lorrenza surges back into action. Blood streaking from his mouth and forehead, eyes burning. KTK tries another spinning kick, but Lorrenza catches her mid-air! The crowd explodes!

CROWD: “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!” “LOR!-REN!-ZA!”

Grant: Sean lifts her HIGH - gorilla press - she claws at his forearms, digging deep, drawing thick beads of blood, but Lorrenza refuses to drop her.

Hicks: That there’s toughness what ya’ll just can’t teach! He’s holdin’ a wild animal, Daddy!

Grant: He throws her like a projectile—straight into Fir! KTK’s body collides - and SHE TWISTS mid-flight, turning impact into a dropkick to Fir’s chest! They both hit the mat in a heap!

Hicks: Imma dun understand me the physics of that! She got thrown and chose violence on the way down!

Grant: Lorrenza collapses to a knee—blood pouring—hands shaking. He sees an opportunity—he crawls toward KTK and drapes an arm for the cover!

Pound: “ONE! TWO!! THR’”

Grant: NO! Fir, gasping, breaks the pin with the last ounce of strength he has - pushing Lorrenza off with pure instinct! The crowd is roaring in disbelief!

CROWD: “THIS IS AWESOME!” (clap clap clap-clap-clap)

Hicks: They’re bleedin’, they’re breakin’, and ain’t nobody quittin’. This is why we love this here sport so dang much.

Grant: KTK rolls away, clutching her ribs, smearing blood over her midsection. I’m not sure whose blood anymore. Fir sits up, breathing hard, blood streaking his back. Lorrenza rises last, shaking off pain, but you can clearly see that fury building.

Hicks: Momentum dun gone shifted. In fact Imma say it dun WHIRLED, Daddy!. It’s a storm now, sure as mah name is John, but -

Grant: Three warriors—bleeding, panting—ready to kill or die for the Intercontinental Championship. And the crowd wants MORE. They don’t have to wait. KTK wipes blood from her claws with a slow swipe across her palm—her eyes gleam. She’s smiling through a split lip. She sure likes the taste of chaos.

Hicks: That there’s a grin no dentist wants to see. That’s what Imma reckon. She looks like she’s a-waitin’ for somebody to make a real bad choice, Daddy. Cuz you just KNOW she got the speed to capitalize on it.

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza lock eyes again—both of them bleeding, both of them breathing like bulls in winter air. They don’t need words. They charge as one!

Hicks: That there’s like tag-team telepathy. That ain’t right. This here’s a doggone Triple Threat! But LOOK! We got us two dang mountains rushin’ at one very angry kitten.

Grant: Double shoulder block—KTK cartwheels mid-impact, knees clitting the mat—she flips and lands on her feet AGAIN! The arena erupts—massive groans!

CROWD: “Ooooooh!”

Hicks: How?! I dun swear that there cutie ain’t got no bones. She’s made outta springs and spite. Yep, sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Fir shoots in low - sweeping the leg - KTK finally loses equilibrium! She starts to fall - Lorrenza TIMES THE CLOTHESLINE MID-DESCENT - and takes her head off mid-spin! KTK crashes flat - her body sliding across the canvas from the force of that blow.

Hicks: That there’s a flip-to-flop situation, and that flop sure sounded more’n a mite painful.

Grant: KTK lies spread-eagled for half a second, limbs twitching from the impact. The crowd cheers as one, but then she rolls over, coughing blood.

Hicks: That there is the first time somebody made her land anywhere but her dang feet.

Grant: Fir is on her instantly - stomping with measured fury, each boot coming down across her ribs, arms, side. He’s not trying to showboat. He’s trying to end the landing streak and break her confidence.

Hicks: He’s controllin’ the cat. Them there boots is a-keep the claws from a-comin’ out.

Grant: Lorrenza steps behind her, grabs her under both arms - full nelson - lifting her like a rag-doll. KTK’s boots kick and scrape for leverage, claws slicing the air - and then she digs her nails into her own palms just to get blood on her hands.

Hicks: Heck! Imma reckon ah never dun seen that before. She’s a-smearing her OWN blood on his FACE!

Grant: She swings backward, rakes Lorrenza’s forehead with blood-slick claws, reopening and creating fresh wounds! Red sprays across her hair, his chest, the mat! The crowd goes feral—half horrified, half ecstatic.

CROWD: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Hicks: That there ain’t just pain—that’s humiliation, Daddy. Nobody wants a smaller opponent wearin’ you like a dang canvas!

Grant: Fir sees Lorrenza falter from the claws. He rushes forward, but KTK kicks the ropes with both boots, uses the tension to snap her body upward. She folds over Lorrenza’s shoulder - and DROPS BEHIND him!

Hicks: Heck! She just shed that Full Nelson like a winter coat!

Grant: KTK sprints - bounces off the ropes – rebounds - SLICING FOREARM across Lorrenza’s bloody brow! He stumbles. Fir tries to catch her. She jumps ONTO Fir’s shoulders – spins - tilt-a-whirl headscissors sending Fir flying straight into Lorrenza!

Hicks: Dang! She makin’ ’em bump into each other like two confused tractors in a corn maze!

Grant: Fir and Lorrenza crash into each other, heads colliding; the blood on their faces mixing into a red smear. Both collapse to a knee. KTK senses an opening. It’s like she’s looking at prey animals staggering.

Hicks: This is the dang danger, Daddy. We dun normally see this, but Imma reckon when she dun smell all that there blood, it dun gone tun her into somethin’ real primal-like.

Grant: KTK crawls toward them, slow like a stalking animal. Her movements low, predatory. She grips Lorrenza’s jaw, dragging his face close—and licks the blood from his cheek.

Hicks: THAT THERE’S JUST PLAIN RUDE. Highly psychol-malogical, but rude!

CROWD: “KIT-TEN IS SICK!” (followed by some laughter, but mostly shock, boos and camera flashes.)

Grant: Fir lunges on instinct. He doesn’t care about strategy any more. He just wants to stop the madness – And WIN. He grabs her by the throat. Lifts her - and slams her into the corner turnbuckles so hard the ring posts shake!

Hicks: That right there wasn’t a wrestling move. That was “please stop licking people!” Yep, that’s what Imma reckon.

Grant: Fir throws her forward. Lorrenza catches her in mid-charge - Spinebuster into the mat! KTK arches, stunned, gasping for air, her claws scraping desperately across the canvas.

CROWD: “OOOHHHHHHH!”

Hicks: That there’s the sound of a cat hittin’ the ground and not likin’ it, not a darn bit.

Grant: Lorrenza looks at Fir, not with anger, but with clear purpose. He nods. Fir nods back. The alliance is absolutely, undeniably real now.

Hicks: They done got tired of gettin’ scratched.

Grant: Fir lifts KTK, her limbs limp, blood on her teeth. He’s setting up the IMPALER. The crowd senses the kill and rises. There are thousands of voices screaming together, torn between awe and disbelief.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Hicks: This move has ended a whole bunch of folk, tough, mean and real talented - and KTK, she ain’t even standin’ no more.

Grant: Lorrenza holds her steady. Fir spins her - and DRIVES HER DOWN in a vicious arc! KTK hits so hard her body bounces. Fir rolls away, exhausted, nearly collapsing through the ropes to the apron.

Hicks: Dang Nabbit! This ain’t right. She is plum WRONG, Daddy. She ain’t landin’ on her feet none after that. Ain’t nobody could.

Grant: Lorrenza is already moving. He grabs KTK by the waist – lifting -oh, this looks like the HSD incoming…

Hicks: NOOOO!

Grant: He hits it!

Hicks: And then some!

Grant: Patty’s right there. Sean covers -

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Shoulder up! Somehow KTK managed to get an arm thrown up and that took a shoulder off the mat. She survives, but I’m not sure for how long, because in comes Fir once again. He jumps to land TWO FOOTED on KTK’s stomach, exploding the air out of her. He then bends, pulls him up – INVERTED! POWER BOMB!

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: Fir now drops- with a heavy elbow to the head!

Hicks: That’s on account of him being so SCARED, Daddy. He knows that just a half chance, that’s all – just a HALF CHANCE and Miss Kitty she can turn this around.

Grant: Fir rolls her up. Small Package!

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Grant: Lorrenza! He breaks it up with a Twisting Bodypress!

Hicks: Yep, and there weren’t no stopping that, Hombre.

Grant: Bodies scatter. KTK slowly pushes up, shakes her head, dribbling blood, but both Lorrenza and Fir are back to their feet. Fir swings a boot and PUNTS KTK across the ring – towards Sean! She spins, rolls and tumbles, coming to a stop at his feet. He picks her up – easily and – Gutbuster!

Hicks: Mean, but dang smart. Right where Fir dun bash her guts. Course, that there Miss Kitty, she dun got her a core of iron.

Grant: And she’s needing every shred of that strength right now. Lorrenza stamps on her head! He again hauls her up – this time to unsteady feet. Head butt! That sends her spinning away – straight into Fir’s clutches. German Suplex!

Hicks: Powerful, but that sure took a lot out of him.

Grant: And Lorrenza takes advantage. He closes on Fir, bends to grab the ankles – But Fir kicks out!

Hicks: Blocked!

Grant: Caught! Lorenza quickly pulls Fir’s feet high and flips him backwards over the ropes!

Hicks: Darn. That there was one heck of a nasty fall and what with him being all beat up already, that ain’t gonna help matters none.

Grant: But it helps Lorrenza. He steps back and finds KTK has struggled up to all fours, despite her extensive catalogue of injuries.

Hicks: Yep, she’s a whole heap tougher’n she looks, Daddy, sure as mah name is John Hicks!

Grant: Lorrenza stamps down on her hand! Damn! That was a brutal stomp. He may well have BROKEN her hand!

Hicks: Imma guess that’s one way of ensurin’ y’all don’t get scratched to ribbons.

Grant: Sean pulls her up by the hair, swings her around behind him and then DRAGS her over to slam her into the deck!

Hicks: Yeah, but she STILL somehow managed to get them there feet out to break the impact some. Them there reflexes are WAY more’n natural. Ain’t no wonder she dun been the champ ALL DANG YEAR, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza scowls in disappointment. He expected more. He WANTED more. His disdain and hatred of KTK is well documented. So now he pulls her back up and the crowd are chanting again. They can see what’s coming.

CROWD: “IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!! IMP-PALE-HER!!”

Grant: There are some fans groaning, even cringing at what’s happening here, but most – the vast majority – just want to see an end to KTK.

Hicks: That ain’t right, Daddy. Miss Kitty is the BEST darn thing about TCW. That there is a FACT: sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza spins and HITS IT! KTK is DESTROYED! Lorrenza holds both arms high taking in the cheers of the crowd and then DROPS! Heavy Elbow to the head! He’s taking no chances.

Hicks: Coz he knows he can’t! Even a glimmer of a chance is all that Miss Kitty needs and she can turn them there tables on you.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!! -THRE’

Hicks: What? NO!

Grant: Fir dives back in to tap Lorrenza’s ankle. It wasn’t a big hit, but Sean turned and in turning pulled KTK’s arm up. Fir stands a bit unsteadily, but stands and he’s pointing at KTK and saying something to Lorrenza. Lorrenza’s brow furrows, but that grim expression slowly turns to a sick smile.

Hicks: Huh? That can’t be good.

Grant: Now Fir and Lorrenza grab an arm each and almost carry KTK to a corner. There they wrap her arms into the top rope. They then place her legs behind the bottom rope.

Hicks: Dang it! Ain’t no kicking a-happening now, Daddy.

Grant: Finally, Lorrenza ties the tag cord around her throat!

Hicks: And the referee’s allowing this?

Grant: It’s Triple Threat; anything goes. And just listen to the crowd. They’ve no compunctions about ANY of this.

Grant: But not kicks - PUNCHES! Lucas Fir gives vent to all his frustrations – all the grief that KTK has caused him, the UnStables and especially Desire, he now gets payback for. Blow after blow rains down, snapping her head left and right. Blood sprays! Now her targets the body: ribs and guts. She’s black and blue AND very red. There’s a LOT of blood on KTK right now. Fir staggers back having seemingly punched himself out. Certainly he looks dead on his feet, but KTK looks far, FAR worse. I’m sure she’s unconscious, but honestly, could ANYONE have survived that?

Hicks: Imma reckon not.

Grant: Now Lorrenza steps in and KICKS her savagely right between the legs. A stinging back chop slams into her chest! And again!

Hicks: Dang. Them tits is gonna be swelled up even more after that.

Grant: Lorrenza now rushes in to CRUSH her into the corner. And he’s STILL not done! He grabs the middle ropes either side of her and repeatedly drills a massive shoulder into her chest! And the crowd are counting along.

Hicks: He’s a-going for TEN!

Grant: And gets it! Now he unties her and she face-plants, legs still tucked behind the ropes. Lorrenza drags her away from the ropes. She trails blood as he does. He turns her over and then Schoolgirls her.

Pound: ONE! -TWO!!

Hicks: But here comes that there vamper!

Pound: -THREE!!!”

Grant: Lucas was just too spent to get there in time!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and NEWWWWWW TCW Intercontinental Champion – SEAN LORRENZAAAAAA!!!!

Grant: Sean grins through the pain and blood. He stands, claims his prize and raises it high. Meanwhile Lucas exits to be High Fived by Desire before she helps him to the back. That was a SAVAGE fight and took its toll of everyone, but KTK – she got the worst of it. Lucas played a pivotal role. He was prepared to help Sean just for the chance to pay KTK back for all the misery she’d caused him and his friends. The fans are chanting his name as he heads to the back.

CROWD: “LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR! LU-CAS FIR!”

Grant: To that Sean just grins. It’s NOT a pretty expression, covered as he is in so much blood and that swollen jaw. He doesn’t care. He got what he came for and thrusts the belt high to massive cheers.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: Lorrenza throws his arms wide, basking in the glory.

Hicks: Huh, he couldn’t get the dang job done by himself. He needed that there vamper to help him, or Miss Kitty would STILL be the Intercontinental champion – sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Lorrenza slowly turns taking in the cheers. Now he lowers his arms, looks down at KTK, looks down at his boot and looks back at KTK before looking up at the fans and grinning. He shrugs.

CROWD: “KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT! KICK!-THE!-CAT!”

Hicks: Dang! These fans are REALLY out for blood.

Grant: KTK pissed off a LOT of people. And ...what? Listen.

(Over the PA plays A Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It? (Official HD Video)

Grant: Lorrenza points to the fans at the chorus and there’s a chant -

CROWD: “YES YOU CAN!!”

Grant: And Lorrenza gives KTK a parting shot – to the side of the head! And the crowd erupts into cheers. Now, with the belt over his shoulder, Sean exits the ring to more chants.

CROWD: LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA! LOR-REN-ZA!

Grant: He sure knows how to get the fans on board. That then brings up the question – Who will the fans cheer for next? It’s KTK – or what’s left of her – facing Sean O in the main event – WHICH – I have to say looks like being a VERY short lived affair.

Hicks: Yeah, Imma real gutted, Daddy. Just LOOK at poor Miss Kitty. She ain’t yet moved since that there beat down from Hell. How’s she s’posed to defend that there World title in THAT state?

Grant: I concede, it looks all but impossible. She’s barely conscious and has TWO black eyes. One is closed and the other nearly so. If it DOES close, she’ll be blind and have ZERO chance….. as opposed to the minimal chance she currently has. Sean O will never get a better chance than this. KTK has been served to him on a platter.

Hicks: Ain’t THAT the truth, Daddy!

Grant: Well, this promises to be gruesome, but let’s get straight into it and hand things over to Salas.

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the TCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will be defended by KTK, who – as you can see – is already in the ring.

Grant: And that’s greeted with a mix of Boos and laughter!

Salas: Her challenger...Hailing from the mean streets of Nashua, New Hamsphire; he is the heir to the Nashua Post Office fortune and is, in his own words, the buffest 99 pound "average sized man" in the world. He parties it up like it's still 2013 as he spends all of his free time doing bong hits and scarfing down White Castle. He still needs a high chair to sit at the dinner table because he's too small for a big boy chair, and – accompanied by the Hard Man, himself, The Driver AND Healthy Hardin - he's coming to the ring to kick someone's ass. It’s ......... SEAN O!

(A light shines down on the aisle in the form of a giant marijuana leaf while ‘Because I Got High’ by Afro Man begins to play. The fans begin to jeer and laugh as Sean O, decked out in a T-Shirt that reads "THE CAPTAIN" on the front and "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!" on the back. The fans point and laugh at Sean while screaming "MIDGET!" and "DRUGGIE!" at him. This pisses off the average sized bad ass who runs over and swings at the fans, but fails to connect because he's too small to reach over the guard rail. He gives up and heads to the ring. He tries to jump up on the apron but again he is too small to make the leap so instead walking up the ring steps, he makes the timekeeper give him a boost up. People continue to mock him and laugh at him to which he responds by telling them all he'll kick their asses. He then pulls out a bong, lights it up and starts taking hits before the match starts.)

Grant: I don’t believe it. Sean O is so fixated on getting his next fix, he hasn’t even noticed KTK sprawled out, face down, in the middle of the ring.

Salas: And your referee for this match – Patty “Poundcake” Pound!

Grant: Patty is looking confused – more confused than I think I’ve ever seen her. The champion is barely conscious and the challenger is off his head! So much for the Main Event being special. This is a complete disaster!

Hicks: Hey! Let’s not go getting all carried away and then some. Just look what we DO have.

Grant: And what’s that exactly?

Hicks: A mighty fine view of Miss Kitty’s perfect ass!

Grant: Oh, like we haven’t seen it EVERY time she shows up?

Hicks: Y’all just can’t get enough of a good thing. That’s what Imma say, Daddy.

Grant: Now Patty just shrugs and calls for the bell. Seems like she might be good for an early finish.

**DING**DING**

Grant: So here we go. Or not. Sean O is in absolutely no rush. In fact he’s telling Patty to just lie down so her can PIN her ass, because HE’S the Captain and she’s …. REALLY let herself go. Ugh! He thinks Patty is KTK! Matters aren’t helped by Hardin offering Patty some ‘healthy’ slimming aids. The Driver simply shakes his head in disbelief or resignation – or maybe both. Every time you think Sean O has hit an all time low, he finds a new one.

Hicks: Well, that there ref ain’t putting up with no nonsense. That’s for sure. She’s a-pointing to KTK and telling that there vertically challenged druggie who his opponent REALLY is.

Grant: So, now Sean O does a double take. Make that three. He’s looking from Patty to KTK and back. He steps towards Patty, blinking, looks like he’s trying to understand the stripes, but is too stoned. Oh wait, now he nods and stumbles over to KTK. He bends over and – ugh.

Hicks: Gropes her ass! Darn it! Imma wanted that there job.

Grant: Hardin tells Sean O to ‘Kick her ass!’. That seems to wake him up – somewhat. Oh dear, yes he ‘wakes up’ enough to turn to Patty and harrangue HER. He’s claiming it’s INHUMANE to make him work under these conditions.

Hicks: What conditions?

Grant: He’s claiming that KTK stinks worse than week old fish!

Hicks; Imma dun smell nothing like that, Daddy.

Grant: No, neither does Patty, nor anyone else. It’s clearly Sean O’s overstimulated imagination. Basically, he’s still got so many drugs in his system that he’s hallucinating. I’m pretty sure that’ll be because of all the acid.

Hicks: Imma dun like that there acid none, Daddy. It burns!

Grant: Not THAT acid, you moron! The drug ‘acid’.

Hicks: Oh. That. Nope, got no time for that neither. Dun wanna besmirch the good family name.

Grant: The Hicks good name. Right. Anyway, Patty is telling Sean in no uncertain terms to shut up and get on with it, which naturally goes down like a lead balloon.

Hicks: Ha! He’s a-telling her that no one gives the order excepting the Captain – and that’s him.

Grant: All this arguing and prevarication though, it’s giving KTK time to recover; at least, as best she can. Looking at the state she’s in, I think it will take several WEEKS for her to recover from this.

Hicks: No way, Daddy! Miss Kitty, she’s one of them there Reverends. She can recover real fast.

Grant: REVENANTS, not Reverends! And that’s only what she CLAIMS. There’s never been any unequivocal proof. Still, you have to concede that she IS way tougher than she looks AND yes, she does indeed recover quickly, but that’s academic as right now she’s stuck in the ring, having been battered black and blue and RED. She’s been absolutely brutalised; so I doubt she’ll be recovering much, if at all.

Hicks: Imma still got me some of that there faith, Daddy. Miss Kitty gonna somehow pull herself together and – oh! Maybe not.

Grant: Sean O suddenly stops, jerks upright, eyes wide and holds up a single, cautionary finger.

Hicks: Looks like he dun had him an idea, Hoss.

Grant: That’s exactly what it looks like. He turns to point to The Driver and yells at him to “Watch this, Fatty!” He then turns, holds his big nose.

Hicks: Yep, that there sure is a mighty big hooter. Sure as mah name is John Hicks.

Grant: Sean O stomps over to KTK, like some petulant child; which looks all the more ridiculous because he’s holding his nose with one hand. He walks up behind KTK, stoops and grabs the back of her thong. Now he stands on her back and leans back to pull on that latex as hard as he can!

Hicks: He’s a giving her a dang wedgie!

Grant: Wedgie? He’s trying to split her in TWO! KTK shouts out in pain and Sean O gleefully releases the thong. It snaps back loudly slapping into her flesh. KTK twists and that forces Sean O to get off her back – but he immediately steps around to start – KICKING HER ARSE! He is stomping and literally kicking KTKs bare bottom. She’s doing her best to crawl away, but Sean O is easily keeping pace and kicking her butt repeatedly!

Hicks: Dang it! We ain’t never gonna hear the end of this now.

Grant: ONLY if he can actually remember doing it and that’s far from being a given. Oh no. Now Sean O STANDS on KTK’s butt and again grabs that thong. He’s released the hold on his nose and is waving that hand in the air like he’s a rodeo rider! He’s jumping on KTK’s butt! He’s stamping. He’s pulling on that thong – which must surely snap any second.

Hicks: He’s a-hollerin’ too, Daddy. It’s a bit squeaky, but otherwise that weren’t a completely pathetic effort at a YEEE-HA!

Grant: And the Driver just slowly shakes his head in disbelief. NO! It SNAPS! KTK’s thong has snapped and Sean O falls backwards to smack down hard on his arse! He looks between KTK’s legs and - screams! Sean O scrambles rapidly backwards on all fours and then turns to run! He runs and starts to climb up the referee!

Hicks: He’s a-gibbering, all incoherent-like. Imma dun understand a word he’s a-saying, daddy.

Grant: Hold on, He’s speaking less rapidly now and “CRABS!” Sean O is screaming that the crabs are out to get him – literally OUT of KTK’s pussy: THOUSANDS of them! He’s terrified that the swarm will eat him alive!

Hicks: But Imma dun see no crabs.

Grant: Because there AREN’T ANY! Sean O is still hallucinating. Patty peels Sean O off her and he immediately runs to his corner and ascends the ropes to get his feet off the floor. The Driver is now laughing and laughing hard.

Hicks: Never mind that, Miss Kitty’s a-getting up! Well, sorta. She gotten to all fours now, but that’s a real positive.

Grant: Yes, despite the carnage heaped upon her she’s refusing to give up. Ugh, but Sean O is screaming at her to put the thong back on because the crabs – the flesh-eating, killer carbs – are STILL pouring out of her.

Hicks: Well, that ain’t a-happening, daddy, on account of HIM dun breaking that there thong.

Grant: Healthy Hardin is trying to calm him and offers him a fat roll up. Sean O snaps his head around to look at the joint, then back to the “killer crabs”, then back to the joint. He snatches it, lights it up and smokes rapidly, taking big lungful after big lungful. And...that actually seems to calm him down. He now smiles; a really stupid grin and takes another huge hit.

Hicks: Whoa! Look at THAT!

Grant: KTK actually stands. She’s unsteady, but IS standing. She staggers over to Sean O, who is simply perched on the top ropes grinning like an idiot. She steps in, grabs him by the throat and pulls.

Hicks: Faceslam! That here huge nose dun broke his fall though.

Grant: And blood sprays all around!

Hicks: It sure amuses these here fans though.

Grant: KTK almost falls as she steps back and then DOES! She drops, hitting an elbow to the back of Sean’s head!

Hicks: I think he dun gone swallowed that there spliff, Daddy.

Grant: And… nothing. KTK seems spent from that effort and Sean O seems completely dazed. Patty looks from one to the other looking for signs of life. And….

Hicks: Miss Kitty! She’s a-rolling Short Stacks over!

Grant: he’s now on his back and – oh. It looks like he has a broken nose and mouthful of tobacco and cannabis! Actually, I reserve judgement on the nose. It was a messy, ugly thing to start with; so it’s hard to tell if it actually IS broken.

Hicks: Miss Kitty’s a-covering him. Imma KNEW she could do it!

Pound: ONE! -

Grant: Hold on. LOOK! Coming quickly down to the ring – it’s -

Hicks: Rust and NoVVa!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Rust is immediately accosting Patty, demanding that she disqualify KTK for “Outraging Public Decency”, despite the fact that wasn’t her fault. Sean O stripped her of the thong. Patty turns to tell Rust that and NoVVa leans into the ring, grabs an ankle and DRAGS KTK off Sean O and out under the ropes!

Hicks: Dang! That can’t be good.

Grant: It isn’t! NoVVa has zero love for KTK and boy does it show. She slugs KTK in the stomach, then hits a European Uppercut! KTK is in no condition to defend herself. NoVVa then plants a wicked headbutt!

Hicks: Not the nose! She’s got such a cute little, button nose.

Grant: That’s now pouring blood. Now NoVVa delivers a stinging Bitch Slap! That pitches KTK along the side of the apron – which seems to be the only thing holding her up. But not now! NoVVa grabs KTK, wraps her up and – POWERBOMB, into the concrete floor!

Hicks: Well, that ain’t right. Reckon Imma gone lodge me one of them there Oh-ficial complaints, Daddy.

Grant: You do that. Right now though NoVVa scoops up a seemingly unconscious KTK and rolls her back into the ring. She nods to Rust. He waves an admonishing finger at Patty and parts with an “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” As soon as he turn his back to Patty he smiles broadly. NoVVa rejoins him and they high five before heading back up the ramp.

Hicks: And now that there Munchkin is a-getting back to his feet.

Grant: Yes, he pulls the remains of the joint from his mouth and blinks at it in wonder. Looks like he thinks it his smoke that packed the punch and NOT his opponent. Seriously, I doubt if Sean O knows whether it’s Christmas or Easter. He now turns to Hardin and holds up the remains of the spliff to ask for another! Hardin tells him that he can have one AFTER he’s kicked KTK’s ass – again. Sean O turns to see KTK sprawled out on her back.

Hicks: This dun look none too good for poor Miss Kitty.

Grant: Sean O waddles uncertainly – like a drunkard – over to KTK and drops clumsily to his knees. He looks down on the extremely battered blonde and ….shrugs. He drops forward to make the pin, resting his head on her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Huh, seems like that’s enough of a pin for that there Ref.

Grant: Likely she’s just had enough and wants this to simply end.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Looks like we have a NEW World Champi’ – NO! What the? Sean O just sat up! He had KTK dead to rights and sat up!

Hicks: Well, if that dun beat all!

Grant: Hardin is looking at him incredulously. Now she’s asking WHY. Why didn’t he pin her?

Hicks: What’s the little feller saying?

Grant: Ugh. He’s claiming he couldn’t pin KTK because her HARD, SILICONE TITS were too painful to lie on! That has The Driver in even more stitches.

Hicks: But them there tits is all Nature’s own work, Daddy!

Grant: It seems like you aren’t the only one calling Sean O’s assertions into question. Sean O angrily stands as the fans are mocking him – telling him he’s too short to actually reach ANY breasts. Sean stomps his foot angrily, although it really DOES make him seem like a toddler having a tantrum. Now he’s telling Hardin, The Driver, The referee and anyone who will listen to his nonsense that he’ll PROVE IT. He bends over and PULLS KTK’s HALTER TOP OFF!

Hicks: YEEEEE-HAAA! Imma join with these fans and celebrate the liberation of them there hooters, Daddy!

Grant: And now Sean O straddles KTK and starts to pull, push and generally grope her breasts!

Pound: ONE! -

Hicks: Imma reckon you’re right. That there ref is real keen on this here match a-finishing and finishing real soon.

Grant: Actually, Sean O IS technically pinning her, but what a way to lose the World title – being groped.

Pound: TWO!!

Hicks: Imma dun like it, daddy, but these here fans are laughing and loving it.

Pound: THR’- NOOO!

Grant: KTK shoots up a hand. Palm strike, right under the chin! Sean O is ejected and she gets a shoulder up!

Hicks: Sean dun fall back. Miss Kitty, she rolls over and now she’s a sitting on HIM and DANG! Just LOOK at them there claws go to work!

Grant: She’s raking his face and shredding his clothes! Just LOOK at all those cuts! Now she agin slams a Palm Strike down – onto his head! That slams his skull into the mat and Sean O seems out of it!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: Come on, Miss Kitty, y’all can do it!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Despite all her many, MANY injuries KTK has fought through all the pain and humiliation and is about to RETAIN!

Pound: THRE’!!

Grant: NO!!! A plastic bottle of cola just hit Patty! Oh, and look who’s back and doing his OSCAR award winning show of innocence.

Hicks: That’s Rust Riggle! Imma know that, Daddy.

Grant: Yeah, he points at some startled fan claims that THEY DID IT! Oh, and he adds that as it was “external interference”, KTK should be DISQUALIFIED!

Hicks: Imma dun reckon Patty’s real convinced of that and she jut gone told Rust that she don’t want to see him ringside no more.

Grant: Again, Rust with the theactrics. He’s giving her the most innocent and affronted expression you could ever hope to see and while that’s happening – CHIP RIGGLE slides into the ring behind Patty and KTK!

Hicks: Now them two ain’t got a shred of love for each other!

Grant: Matters aren’t helped by the fact that Chip did NOT have the most successful of nights. Chip runs, he slides! He snaps out a kick to the back of head! She pitches forward – right into the ropes!

Hicks: No! Her throat landed right on that there bottom rope!

Grant: And Chip is swiftly up to walk up her back. He places one boot between her shoulder blades and the other on the back other head as he holds the top rope!

Hicks: And now he’s a bouncing up and down!

Grant: Just look at KTK’s face – she’s gone PURPLE! Rust continues to argue with Patty as Chip now peels a gasping KTK off the ropes. He rams a knee into her face and then drops her onto her back where he stamps on her already badly abused tits and -

Hicks: Twisting Boot Scrape!

Grant: Chip wipes his feet on her and then picks up Dean o. He sits Sean down on KTK’s face! And now, now he exits. Rust gives his son a thumbs up and proudly hugs the young man’s shoulders as they walk up the ramp. Patty turns to see Sean O sitting on KTK’s head.

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: This here’s a whole dang conspiracy! That’s what Imma say. It ain’t it. Course, Imma not complaining about her being mostly nekkid, Daddy.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: And Sean O bolts up screaming blue murder!

Hicks: She dun BIT him!

Grant: Sean O is remonstrating vehemently with Patty – instead of covering a barely conscious KTK. I think she bit him on instinct. She was desperate for air. Oh and just LOOK at that wicked red rash across her throat. That’s a nasty rope burn is that.

Hicks: Seems Sean O is now super mad. He’s asking The Driver why he’s just stood there laughing when he should be moving his FAT, lazy ass and stopping KTK from cheating – because that’s the ONLY reason she hasn’t already lost.

Grant: And The Driver gives a hard shake of that hard head. Even after all this times he still finds it hard to believe just how divorced from reality Sean O is. Hardin isn’t helping matters by questioning Patty’s integrity – wanting to know HOW she hasn’t already awarded the win to Sean O.

Hicks: Hey! That ain’t right – look! It’s that there Thief Taylor. Why’s he a-coming down.

Grant: I don’t know, but something tells me it isn’t to congratulate KTK. Thief only has ONE TARGET and that’s the top belt – wherever he goes. Currently KTK holds it; so she’s in his sights. KTK is still struggling to breathe, but that doesn’t phase Thief on e bit. He walks up to the ring and reaches in to drag her out by the hair! He shakes his head and tells her that this is a good day for her compared to what’s coming. He then rams her head into the apron! Bellringer! Now he drags her across his broad shoulders and ascends the steps. He climbs the ropes and tells the ref that he found this piece of shit trying to sneak away. He then lifts her – Gorilla Press Slam – FROM THE TOP ROPE! KTK BOUNCES! She is TOTALLY DESTROYED! Thief pauses and holds up one finger high, declaring himself Number One. He then climbs down and exits to great chants and cheers.

Crowd: THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!

Grant: really, I don’t see how this can get any worse for KTK. Oh, wait, I spoke too soon. Sean O walks over and kicks her solidly between the legs! He tells her that’ll stop the crabs from getting out. Hardin shouts that he should pin her. Sean turns and asks her what she said and why has she got a mini helicopter flying around her head. He’s lost it – not that he ever really had it tonight.

Hicks: More of them there hallucinations?

Grant: For sure, but he only needs a short lucid moment and he will win this, because it seems that KTK has an almost endless list of enemies just waiting to destroy her. Speaking of.

Hicks: Here comes Desire! Oh man, she sure looks great in all that there scarlet latex.

Grant: I doubt that KTK would agree – if she could even see that far. She seems to be fighting purely on instinct. I doubt that it’s going to be enough. Hardin I continuing to monopolise the ref’s attention, asking WHY it falls to the likes of Thief Taylor to stop KTK fleeing. And that – if Patty did her job properly all these other “concerned citizens” wouldn’t feel the need to interfere.

Hicks: Desire looks at KTK and dang – that is not a pleasant smile.

Grant: She’s telling KTK that payback is a bitch and that she’s brought all this on herself. She now ties KTK’s hair around the bottom rope!

Hicks: Them’s real skilful fingers, Daddy. She just dun wave her hair into a braid around that there rope!

Grant: KTK is going nowhere. Desire turns to leave, but NO! She turns back to slam a Hammerfist down onto KTK’s bad hand!

Hicks: That here was just plain EVIL. That’s what Imma say.

Grant: Well, it seems that you’re alone in that viewpoint as the fans felt that KTK deserved it – and everything else. Desire is getting cheered as she exits.

Crowd: DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE! DE-SIRE!

Grant: All that noise catches Sean O’s attention and he freaks out! He points at Desire and demands to know WHERE that giant hornet came from!

Hicks: Seems like that there Oompa Lumpa is in a whole different world, Daddy.

Grant: Which is the ONLY reason why KTK hasn’t already lost this match, but like I said, with her now being tied to the bottom rope, she’s going nowhere fast and Sean O only needs a moment of sanity.

Hicks: How long we got?

Grant: that’s a good question, but so is: how long does KTK have? She was in a bad state at the start of this match and it’s only got worse – FAR worse. Oh, and matters are NOT going to be helped by HIM!

Hicks: Hey, that’s Ricky Chicago!

Grant: It sure is. And HE most certainly has NO LOVE AT ALL for KTK. She’s made his life – if not exactly Hell – pretty damn miserable.

Hicks: He deserved it.

Grant: No, he didn’t.

Hicks: He sure did!

Grant: Look, I’m not going to try to use LOGIC on you. Instead I’ll focus on Ricky’s actions. As Hardin continues to argue with Patty and Sean O dances around the ring, pretending to be … well, possibly that’s a bumblebee. Let’s just go with that for now…. The Driver is almost curled up with laughter. Ricky gets ringside and pulls KTK under the ropes onto the apron. She weakly flails at him using her good hand to scratch his arm. He pays that little heed and grabs that wrist. Holding it he grabs the other and pulls both behind her into a double backhammer. Now he grabs the broken thong from the mat and TIES her wrists together – BEHIND HER BACK!

Hicks: Dang.

Grant: The fans LOVE IT. Now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E-Zrg9CB_Q is playing over the PA and the fans are chanting and singing!

Crowd: GO RICKY! GO RICKY!

Grant: Ricky slaps her butt and then shoves KTK back fully intro the ring. He then turns and calmly leaves.

Hicks: That sure ain’t right, Daddy. How’s she supposed to go and win NOW?

Grant: That’s the whole idea. She’s NOT. Oh, and now Sean O has stopped pretending he’s a bee – or whatever that was – he freezes in place and just LOOKS at KTK. Now he turns and moves as if in treacle, Seriously it’s like watching the Bionic Man as he’s in slow motion! It doesn’t matter as I’m not at all sure that KTK can even see him coming. Finally he gets to her and tells her that she has the HONOUR to be pinned by her CAPTAIN, even though she definitely doesn’t deserve it, being a filthy skank whore who harbours innumerable flesh eating crabs. Oh, but the lecture alerts KTK to where he is and she kicks a leg up! That catches the side of his head and pitches him into the ropes. The vibrations through the ropes alert her and she brings up BOTH feet to kick him – UP THE ARSE! He goes THROUGH the ropes!

Hicks: Wow, Imma real impressed with that there move, Daddy.

Grant: I don’t know where she found the energy from, but using it has left her even more depleted. She’s just lying there now.

Hicks: But Poundcake, she’s a-counting that titchy varmint out! And Sean O is sitting up and REFUSING to move! He’s sulking like a spoiled brat! Hardin is telling him to get back into the ring, but he’s refusing to move until that Diseased Crab Infested Bitch APOLOGISES! That ain’t now way to talk to a lady!

Grant: Since WHEN has KTK been a ‘lady’?

Hicks: Since ALWAYS!

Grant: Sure. Whatever. Back in the real world, Patty is counting methodically and Sean O is about to blow the easiest chance he’ll ever get to become World Champion. KTK is practically immobile, has her hands tied behind her back and is basically BLIND. He’ll never live this down if he – WAIT! Coming down to the ring. Well sort of limping actually – it’s the NEW Intercontinental Champion – Sean Lorrenza.

Hicks: Huh, we hate him. He’s dreadful – worst IC champ in forever.

CROWD: LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!! LO-REN-ZA!!

Grant: Yep and precisely NO ONE agrees with your assessment.

Hicks: Ain’t mah fault them varmints is ALL wrong, Daddy.

Grant: Lorrenza grabs Sean O by the scruff of the neck and plucks him up off the floor. He carries Sean, legs dangling, back to the ring where he tosses him back in telling him to FINISH HER. Sean O rolls and rolls. He ends up at Patty’s feet and TRIES TO BITE HER ANKLES! Now he ‘barking and crawling around on all fours!

Hicks: Imma dun know what he took, but Imma dun want ANY of that, Hombre.

Grant: Everything. He took everything by all accounts and this is the price that he’s paying for it. Lorrenza shakes his head, disgusted that Sean O STILL can’t finish off KTK; so as soon as Patty hops back – to avoid being bitten – he slams down the IC belt onto KTK’s head – TWICE! NOW she looks well and truly out of it!

Hicks: Heck, Imma dun lost count of how many times she dun been assaulted.

Grant: Don’t worry about it. Certainly none of the fans here do. Oh, Sean stops barking and sniffs. Ah, Hardin has ‘cooked up’ some ‘medicine’ for him. His eyes pop wide and he stands, dusting himself down before calmly walking back to his corner. Hardin ‘discreetly’ hands him a large needle – which he immediately stabs into his arm. Instantly shivers run through his body. His eyes focus and making two fists he shouts “YES!”. Now he stomps across to KTK. He kicks her. He kicks he legs and hips and ribs! But, she’s barely responsive, so much abuse has she taken.

Hicks: Yep, this sure dun look good for her at all. Sure as mah name is John Hicks, Daddy.

Grant Sean O rolls KTK over and folds her legs – at the third attempt he gets a Figure Four Leg Lock! Now he’s pressing into it and hunting for a submission: not the smartest move given that her hands are tied and she’s barely conscious. Still, none of this is doing KTK any favours whatsover.

Hicks: Looks like he’s given up on that there idea. Now he’s a-declaring that he’s going to finish her with the deadliest of all deadly finishers - The STD. He’s a dragging her to that there corner and there ain’t NOTHING she can do about.

Grant: Sean backs up to get a good run. He seems really pumped up right now, laser focused on KTK and nothing else. I’m not sure what Hardin gave him, but it seems to have worked. He… WHOA! That’s a LOT of noise all of a sudden and Hardin is screaming at Sean O! But there’s just so much noise in here suddenly that Sean O doesn’t hear her – That and he has complete tunnel vision right now.

Hicks: It’s HIM! It’s that there Bristol Bulldozer! He’s a barrelling down.

Grant: The Driver laughs and shakes his head. Sean isees nothing except his victim - who he is STILL telling how badly he is going to destroy her sorry ass.

Hicks: Sean O is backed up to the far corner, for maximum impact and -

Grant: The Bulldozer just reaches in and PLUCKS him out!

Hicks: The little feller FREAKS!

Grant: He squirms. He turns. He runs!

Hicks: He eats WRECKING BALL!

Grant: That was BRUTAL and it was also revenge for all that Sean O. has done to him.

Hicks: That tiny druggie ain’t moving much after that – not unless you’re a-counting all that nervous twitching, Hoss.

Grant: Bulldozer tosses Sean back into the ring and walks away WITH HIS GOLD. It’s a certainty - he WILL now go over 1,000 days with it.

Hicks: Hey! Look at that! The rugrat ain’t dead! He’s a getting back up and staggering over to KTK. Heck, He night STILL win this – Mainly on account of KTK being all tied up and unable to move. That tends to do it most times.

Grant: Sean O hurls himself at her! A Flying Headbutt straight into – ugh – the groin! Sean Pulls himself up complaining about the stink and covers!

Pound: ONE!

Hicks: It ain’t right, but there just ain’t anything she can do.

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Look, she’s brought this upon herself. She’s isolated and alone and has made FAR TOO MANY enemies. This was inevitable.

Pound: THREE!

Grant: NO! KTK flips Sean off with a sudden twist of the hips! He’s on his back and she rolls on top, pinning his little arms behind her knees!

Hicks: Heck! She’s almost sitting on his dang face!

Pound: ONE!

Grant: She has little other option – her hair is STILL tied to the ropes!

Pound: TWO!!

Grant: Sean O is ….NOT MOVING! Either he banged his head or the drugs wore off!

Pound: THREE!!!

**DING**DING**DING**

Salas: Ladies and Gentlemen, your WINNER and STILL the TCW World Heavyweight Champion – K! T!! K!!!

Grant: That is met with a LOT of booing. These fans would have preferred to see Sean O win as laughable as that would have been. Speaking of laughable, The Driver is now crying with laughter! You can bet he’ll get some mileage out of this fiasco. Hardin runs around and PUNCHES KTK to get her off Sean. She pulls him out of the ring.

Hicks: And ain’t NO ONE coming to help Miss Kitty!

Grant: No, there’s no denying that she has a great many who hate her, but look; one Mason International ally in the complex organization came through. Okay, admittedly mainly because he owed Sean O some serious revenge. Still, KTK goes all of 2025 as TCW World Champion and will head into 2026 with the gold. As to how long – I wouldn’t put money on it.

Hicks: I would! There just ain’t no stopping Miss Kitty. Even with her hands tied and blind, she still dun went and won!

Grant: Against Sean O – who’d OD’d earlier in the week AND who’d just been annihilated by the Bulldozer’s Wrecking Ball! We could talk about this and all the other controversial events of the night, but our time is up. Thanks you all so much for joining. Have a great Christmas and New Year. TCW will be back in 2026 for even more treats and good cheer...unless you’re KTK it seems. Good night!