Mastermind has turned up on Wednesday Night Warfare, and he has asked the entire roster that is here in California, plus the staff to lead them all out onto the main ramp, the crowd sees them and goes quiet.

Mastermind speaks.

"As a proud New Zealander, I am also a proud Rolayist.    I would like to have a 1-minute silence to remember Queen Elizabeth II, who died last week, and will be laid to rest next week.
  So please stand to remember Queen Elizabeth II."

The whole stadium is quiet for a minute, and then Mastermind speaks again.

"Thank you.  That means a lot.  Let's get on with Wednesday Night Warfare,"

Mastermind leads the staff and the roster back into the back.

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HHL: And here comes the- well, I was going to say ‘Kaiser,’ but I think Finn’s preferring going by the ‘King in Rags’ now…

PC: Yeah, he might as well be in rags with how ragged his win-loss record is. I wonder how long until he dips this time…

HHL: Well, he’s holding firm to sticking with things this time, it seems.

Art of Blade begins to riff through the arena, and with it comes none other than Finn Kühn. Looking out through the crowd area, drinking in their mixed reaction to the new yet familiar sight of him, he smiles. He wastes little time in walking down the ramp, letting the crowd reaction flow in through one ear and out the other, before coming to ringside.

Finn gets up on the apron before dusting his boots off. After showing the proper respect to the mat it deserves, Finn heads in, determined and ready to walk away with a W.





Finn stares straight ahead at the entranceway, pacing around the ring and wiping his palms in anticipation as the crowd immediately perk up at the sign of just who is about to be coming out. The chorus and instrumentals begin to pick up more and more, building to a crescendo...

"I will be one of the greatest, that is a vow, yeah, that is a promise!
Always wanted to be famous, just being real, yeah, just being honest!
My haters gon' always be nameless, give them no clout, I give them no power!
Creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours!"

With a magnificent flourish, the chiseled heir makes his way out from the back. Isaiah King's smirk is practically radiant as he looks out amongst the crowd, slowly making his way into the ring. Finn stares silently, his gaze that of stone.

PC: And that, Heather... that is a man that knows how to conduct himself. If there's SOMEONE here I gotta acknowledge on this roster as a ruler, well... Isaiah King knows how to make a good first impression!

HHL: He has the radiance of a ruler, at least... but judging from his words before this match, he has no hesitancy with wanting to overlook Finn here. But then, Finn also made the equally bold declaration of saying he's but a copy of him...

PC: Oh, please. Who wants to be a copy of a loser, anyway?

Isaiah steps into the ring, the same confident smile on his face. He looks past Finn, treating him as a lion would regard an ant, before stepping to the turnbuckles and posing proudly. Finn slinks back into a corner, staring straight ahead and not even looking at his opponent now as he drinks in the adoration.

And then, finally, he steps down into the corner opposite Finn. The referee checks over both of the men, seemingly satisfied... and he rings the bell!

FINN KUHN - vs - ISAIAH KING

DING! DING! DING!

HHL: Here we go! This may be our opening contest and one of these men may be making their debut, but regardless this match is carrying a big fight feel! Both of these men have pride, honor and more at stake here!

PC: Gonna start taking bets on how fast this match ends...

Both men take deep breaths as the match begins, starting off by circling around the ring and sizing each other up. King is the first one to step forward, but his stance is a peculiar one and rather unique one, with his hands up. Heather immediately picks up on it, quickly sitting forward in interest.

HHL: Isaiah King looks to be taking a boxing stance too, and his stance is excellent! His back is straight and rigid, but his feet are fluid and ready to move. He's well-versed in European-style boxing in particular, and he's going to put it to good use!

PC: Hoooh... he's gonna pulverize his face in!

Finn, however, responds by taking his own boxing stance! He keeps himself low, looking to go in and try to fight against him as best he can. King gives him a pawing jab, leaving his fist right before his face and more so trying to just cut off his vision. Finn grits his teeth, but handles it well as he goes in with a few strong opening jabs to the body. King takes it though and smiles, before going in with a STRONG right straight! Finn tries to weave past it, but it ends up catching him on his moving cheekbone as he has to back up!

HHL: European-style boxing, indeed... it's almost a stereotype with how they rely on straights for power punches, but for good reason. We're seeing it on display right now!

PC: C'mon! Get in there more! After him!

Finn backs up to a healthy distance of separation, but King takes this opportunity to remain steady in the center of the ring, beckoning Finn forward. Finn grits his teeth and does so, keeping his hands up. Once again, the pawing jab comes in and obscures Finn's vision. He goes in with another strong jab to the midsection, trying to have that core damage build up. King goes in with another straight - BUT FINN WAS WAITING FOR THAT! HE SHOOTS IN WITH A DOUBLE-LEG TAKEDOWN TO TRY AND BRING KING DOWN TO THE MAT!

HHL: And now it's time for Finn to show his own expertise! Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this looks more like an MMA match than a professional wrestling match...

PC: Yeah, well, no matter what kind of match this is, I don't think Finn's exactly going to be coming out with the win here.

Finn grits his teeth, pushing with his feet harder and harder to try and take King down. He tries to sprawl, but there's no stopping Finn as he TAKES HIM DOWN and transitions into side control! A victorious smile on his face, referee Chaz Bobo gets down on their knees to check if there's a cover, only for King to notice and quickly raise his shoulder to prevent a count. Finn tries to transition over into mount, but King quickly bridges and squirms, trying to prevent Finn from being able to raise his legs high enough.

Finn then responds by thrusting his knee, barreling into his side with a harsh knee and causing him to have to suck in air through his teeth. King still bares it though, managing to take Finn's momentum and ROLL HIM OVER, now with King putting Finn in his own side control!

HHL: Impeccable groundwork by both men here! It's like a see-saw contest, neither man able to get the upper hand on each other! King has a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu background to compliment his own boxing, and Finn's no slouch when it comes to that himself, so it's a real clash of styles right now!

PC: Yeah, and only one of them is on top right now! C'mon, King! Bash his face in!

Like Finn before him, King tries to go into mount, but Finn bridges and quickly peppers him with a few jabs to the face. The two sides are persisting, each one trying to muscle their way to their desired position. However, Finn manages to take control, shrimping out and instead managing to get his legs around King in order to pull him into guard!

HHL: This could be dangerous for both men here. King has the higher ground and can better throw punches, but for a proper submission specialist, there may be no better place they feel at home at than on the bottom of their own guard...

PC: You wanna know what we're gonna see? I'll tell you: ground-and-pound action! See King's perfect muscles? He's gonna use them to bash them into Finn's face again and again and again!

Indeed, just as Pip predicts, fists start to come raining down from King. He's moving his face as well as he can, but a few manage to catch him on the nose. But judging that he can get more success another way as Finn starts to cover up on his face, King switches strategies and starts throwing hammerfists down on his abdomen!

Finn starts to wheeze and cough up air, and it's clear the shots are doing damage. His legs are starting to weaken in strength, and it won't be too long before King can muscle his way out of guard. Finn knows he needs to do something fast as King raises his hand one last time...

HHL: FINN CAUGHT THE PUNCH! HE'S TRAPPING THE ARM AND PULLING KING IN CLOSER!

PC: What?! What is he trying to do?!

HHL: He's starting to raise his legs, trying to sit up... He's placing him into butterfly guard!

And Finn wastes no time in butterfly guard, managing to get onto his ass and start trying to sweep King! King's hands become glued to the mat, surprised by the speed at which Finn was working and tries to block it, but Finn grabs the hand by the wrist and YANKS it off of the mat, allowing him to sweep King and take full mount!

AND DOWN COME HEAVY ELBOWS ONTO KING'S CRANIUM! HE'S BLOCKING AS WELL AS HE CAN, BUT ELBOWS ARE BREAKING THROUGH! A LARGE CUT BECOMES VISIBLE ON KING'S EYEBROW, AND HE MOVES ALONG TO THE ROPES, MANAGING TO GET A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

BREAK!

Finn curses, knowing his chance at offense just got passed up on, but he relents, getting up back onto his feet as King... laughs?

PC: Uh... is he okay?

HHL: I don't think he expected to get cut up the way he just did. But I think... he's enjoying it?

King manages to pull himself up onto his feet, and both he and Finn raise their fists again, their forms far more haggard this time. But here and now, as they rush each other, a lot of their prior technique goes out the window as their fists fly wildly, trying their best to just beat the hell out of each other as fast as they can! Shots are landing on both men! Bruises start to form on Finn's face! The cut on King's eyebrow gets deeper! Both men are laying everything on the line in an attempt to try and get at each other!

Finn goes for a hard right hook, but King ducks underneath it and runs past Finn to the turnbuckle! Finn grits his teeth, but spins on the spot as King hops off to springboard, also spinning in the air as they collide!

HHL: SWAN SONG-!

PC: CROWN SHATTERER-!

BOTH SIGNATURE DISCUS ELBOWS HIT AT THE SAME TIME! Both men get absolutely laid out by the effort, collapsing to the mat and trying to go for deep breaths of air! But the fans are on their feet, whooping, cheering and hollering as they stare at the absolute brutality on display!

"LET'S GO FI-INN! 'ZAIAH KING! LET'S GO FI-INN! 'ZAIAH KING!"

HHL: Well, Pip, there's one thing even you have to agree on. Both of these men appear to be evenly matched.

PC: Color me surprised, Finn has a lot more in the tank than I gave him credit for. But one of these men are going to slip sooner rather than later as both of their limits are getting revealed right now!

Both men manage to get on their knees, but it's Isaiah who strikes first, lighting up Finn's face with an open-palmed SLAP!

The audience wince at the display as Finn bares it, but he fires back with a forearm! And another! And another! And another!

HHL: Looks like that slap really riled Finn up!

PC: But look! Isaiah isn't even being fazed by it all in the slightest!

With every forearm Finn delivers to Isaiah, he shouts at him to bring more! More! MORE! Finn is at his wits end trying to figure out how to harm him for good, so as the two rise to their feet, Finn knows it's desperation time-

HEADBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!

IT CRACKS ISAIAH RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, WHO STUMBLES BACK AND BLINKS OUT THE PAIN, BUT HE RESPONDS WITH A PUNCH RIGHT INTO THE CHEST! FINN GRABS HIS CHEST, TRYING TO BREATHE IN DEEP AIR! AND NOW IT'S ISAIAH'S TURN TO MOVE IN-

HEADBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!

Finn is wobbly legs, Isaiah's striking prowess proving to be too much for him right now! He lines up while looking at Finn's body, raising his fists, before going in with straight punches!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

PUNCH!

FINN DOUBLES OVER FROM THE MACHINE-GUN PUNCHES, TUMBLING BACK TO THE ROPES BUT HE REFUSES TO FALL! ISAIAH GOES TO CONTINUE THE PRESSURE, BUT THE REFEREE CALLS FOR A BREAK AS FINN IS TRYING HIS BEST TO JUST STAY ON HIS TWO FEET!

PC: C'mon, ref! That should have been a TKO on the spot and we should have been wrapping up here!

HHL: Maybe, but regardless, that's a mixture of good ring awareness and good resiliency from Finn. I can name only a few other people on the roster who'd be standing after those punches!

PC: Oooh, but I don't think that's about to stop Isaiah here...

King grabs Finn by the wrists, pulling him out of the ropes and into the center of the ring as he has his hands raised one more time! A hard jab rocks him right on the face as he stumbles back! He follows it up with a hook to the gut, and Finn nearly doubles over again from the sharp pain!

PC: This is it, Heather! King's about to be 'Setting the Guillotine' here! It's about to be the beginning of the end for Finn here!

Isaiah goes for the uppercut -

- ONLY FOR FINN TO GRAB THE ARM AND WRENCH IT BEFORE RUNNING!

HHL: THE KAISER'S DOMAIN! THE KAISER'S DOMAIN! FINN'S GOING TO HIT IT!

PC: HE'S GONNA TRY STEALING A WIN HERE?!

BUT KING MANAGES TO SET HIS STANCE AND PREVENT FINN FROM HITTING THE MOVE! FINN TRIES TO BRING HIS WEIGHT BACK, BUT IT'S NO DICE! HE CURSES AND PUSHES OFF OF ISAIAH, BRINGING HIM INTO THE ROPES! KING TURNS BACK TO FACE FINN -

ONLY TO RUN INTO A JUMPING SWITCH KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!

HHL: ROYAL EXECUTION! That one caught King right on his open cut, and I'll be surprised if he isn't concussed after that move as he falls right onto his backside!

PC: There's no way this is happening right now! Finn's about to do it!

Finn nods victoriously, feeling a burst of energy hit through his veins! He stares at the sitting Isaiah King, before running the ropes and preparing to put this match to bed as the fans cheer him on! He's going for the Penalty Kick!

KIIIIIIIIIIIINGSFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN-

HHL: KING DUCKED IT! HE DUCKED THE KINGSFANG!

PC: WHAT THE HELL DO THESE GUYS HAVE TO DO TO PUT EACH OTHER DOWN FOR GOOD?!

Finn turns around, clearly caught by surprise after that move as in a last-ditch burst of energy, King manages to hop up while turning to Finn -

HHL and PC: GUILLOTINE OF DESTRUCTION!

KING ROLLS OVER FINN FOR THE COVER, NOT EVEN HAVING ENOUGH ENERGY TO APPLY THE BODY SCISSORS AS THE COUNT GOES!

OOOOOOOOOONE!











TWOOOOOOOOOOO!











THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WINNER: ISAIAH KING!

HHL: What an absolute nailbiter to start us off here tonight! Isaiah King manages to pick up the victory, but I'm not sure if that was as glamorous of a victory as he wanted here...

PC: Gave me a heart attack, too... but I told you so about Finn!

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Announcer: About to enter the arena, standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!!!

The words fade as we hear the Church bells cling before the guitar riff starts playing along with the choir singing. The music builds up to where finally Corey Taylor can be heard. The name Goth emerges upon the titan tron, but the man only walks out after Corey Taylor can be heard screaming the words: “I’m finally holding on to letting go!!” As explosions go off on the side of the entrance stage. Goth stares at the crowd as his fiancé Melissa emerges behind him.

Announcer: Currently residing from Manhattan, New York!!! He is the King of Kings!! Goth!!!!

Goth lifts his head upwards to the ceiling while extending his arms, a smirk emerges upon his face as he listens to the mixed reactions. After a few seconds he looks back ahead of him towards the ring walking slowly, totally ignoring the fans who are trying to touch him as he walks to the steel ringsteps. He gets on the ring apron before opening up the top and middle ring rope for his fiancé Melissa as she steps through them. He then steps in the ring and stares down his opponent/awaits his opponent as his music slowly fades.




Centurion walks down the ring amidst applause from the audience.

GOTH - vs - CENTURION

The referee calls for the two wrestlers to come towards the center of the ring where he shows them a nickel. Both competitors look it over before the referee flips it in the air. The referee reveals the coin flip, and Goth celebrates while Centurion looks a bit bummed out.

HHL: “It looks like Goth must have won the coin flip for this match!”

PC: “That means this is going to be a submission match!”

HHL: “Goth made LSM submit in his last match like this, so it’s no wonder he chose this stipulation against Centurion!”


Both wrestlers return to their respective corners and wait around a few seconds until the referee calls for that sweet ‘DING! DING! DING!’ to start the match!

Goth charges straight towards the much smaller Centurion like a bat out of hell, trying to pin him into the corner with a big spear- but Centurion rolls out of the way! Goth blocks his own momentum by placing his hands on the ropes, then he turns around and sees Centurion’s right fist flying at him! Goth brings his forearms up to block the blow before pushing the punch off to the side. This causes Centurion to lose just a bit of balance, and opens him up to a big double forearm from Goth that forces him back to the ropes!

PC: “Quick thinking from Centurion, but even quicker thinking from his opponent, Goth!”

When Centurion hits the ropes, he bounces off them and comes charging right back and Goth, who perfectly executes a scoop powerslam! Centurion’s falls onto the mat flat on his back, but Goth doesn’t let up. The much bigger man immediately tries locking in a choke of some sort, because he knows this match can only be won by submission! Centurion is able to fight his way out of the choke before he squirms out from beneath Goth and quickly scampers up to his feet.

HHL: “These two men are both technical wrestlers extraordinaire, so this is shaping up to be a good one!”

PC: “This truly could go either way! I thought Goth might pick a more, well, GOTHIC theme if he won the coin toss..but after making LSM tap out, I think Goth believes he can submit anyone in the XWF!”

Goth, much bigger but a hair slower than Centurion, rises a split second too late- so he ends up eating a spinning toe-heel kick to the face mid-rise! The kick drops Goth to the mat, and Centurion wastes no time in hopping on him and trying to apply an armbar!

PC: “Centurion’s going for an armbar!”

HHL: “He might even turn it into a kimura, the deadliest arm submission known to man!”

PC: “Deadliest arm submission?”

HHL: “DEADLIEST!”
Centurion is able to slip his smaller arms around Goth, and within seconds he starts applying an expert kimura! Goth’s face shows that he is in incredible pain, and the referee is asking if he wants to give up, but Goth just screams ‘NO!’.

PC: “Goth doesn’t plan on giving up!”

HHL: “No one ever PLANS on giving up, Pip!”

Centurion starts cranking the kimura more and more, and it looks like Goth’s arm is bending in completely unnatural ways. That’s when Goth is able to deliver a big right hand to Centurion’s temple that forces him to break the hold. Goth follows up with another big right hand from below that forces Centurion to hop off of him altogether!

HHL: “Ouch, I heard that blow connect from over here!”

PC: “I wouldn’t be surprised if Centurion’s seeing gothic tweety birds in the arena after those fists!”

Centurion tries to scramble back up to his feet, but Goth leaps forward off the mat and tackles him by the legs, bringing him right back down! Goth quickly climbs atop a rambunctious Centurion and starts hitting him with hammer fists to the head. Centurion is trying to buck the big man off, but that doesn’t work, so Centurion kicks his legs out to the side and tries to do a sit-out, but that doesn’t work either! As Centurion tries to sit-out, Goth once again grabs a hold of his neck and tries to apply a rear naked choke!

HHL: “Centurion tried to do a classic freestyle wrestling sit-out, but in freestyle wrestling there are no submissions! Centurion perfectly set up Goth for this chokehold!”

PC: “Centurion was just trying to get out from beneath the big man, but now he’s in a whole lot more trouble!”

The troubling hold doesn’t last for long, however, because the combined sweat between Centurion and Goth is just enough lubricant to allow Cent’s small neck to slip out of Goth’s massive arms! Centurion quickly scampers up to his feet and puts some distance between him and Goth so he can catch his breath. As Centurion quickly makes his way towards reprieve, Goth also starts rising back up to his feet. The crowd pops huge.

PC: “Listen to the fans- they’re loving this back and forth match up!”

HHL: “Who isn’t loving this?!”

PC: “Probably these guys’ wives and children!”

Both competitors stare at each other from across the ring, each man sweating profusely and breathing hard. This has been a technical showcase so far, and all the mat-based maneuvering seems to be taking it’s toll. Goth rolls his head around his neck before cracking his knuckles and making his way back towards Centurion. Cent raises his fists in the air and starts moving towards the center of the ring as well, but much more cautiously than his larger opponent does.

PC: “Centurion wants to be cautious here against a bigger opponent.”

HHL: “You can’t afford to be too defensive, though- in the XWF offensiveness still reigns supreme! Just read what twitter has to say about us!”

PC: “I don’t think the people on twitter are saying what you think they’re saying…”

As the two wrestlers near each other once more Goth reaches out to pull Centurion into the clinch, but the wiley XWF veteran slips free and delivers a few stiff jabs to Goth’s jaw that forces him to take a step back. Goth brings his hand up to his mouth and sees that it is now bleeding, giving Centurion exactly enough time to charge the ropes, bounce off of them, and then knock Goth down to the mat with a huge swinging neckbreaker!

But instead of letting go of Goth’s neck when the two hit the mat, Centurion twists it into a modified guillotine choke! He has it locked in tight! Centurion is squeezing Goth’s neck with all his might, and Goth’s face looks to be turning even paler than normal! The referee gets in real close on the action, to check on Goth and see if he needs to tap out.

PC: “This could be it right here!”

HHL: “That’s locked in tight!”

Centurion maintains the hold, with sweat dripping down his body by the gallon, covering Goth in his profuse precipitate. Goth is swinging his arms out wildly at his side as he tries to break the hold, but nothing seems to be working! Goth’s frantic arm movements are getting more and more labored, with each wave of the arm being slower than the last. The referee checks in once more with Goth to see if they want to give up, but Goth just spits his answer onto the mat in blood!

PC: “Goth just won’t quit!”

Just as Goth’s lights seem to be finally fading, the big man reaches up towards the half of Centurion's face that is turned away from the referee, and he begins digging his thumb into Centurion’s eye! Centurion screams in agony as he releases the hold and backs away from Goth. Centurion turns towards the referee and starts screaming about his now bleeding eye, but the referee only looks to be confused!

PC: “Wait, what just happened?!”

HHL: “I think Goth just shoved his thumb into his opponent’s eye!”

Centurion places his hand over his left eye to apply pressure to the bleeding, and the XWF veteran is gritting his teeth like he’s in serious pain. Centurion removes his hand from his eye for a brief moment, and that’s when the camera zooms in on the carnage. It looks like a piece of Goth’s nail may be stuck in Cent’s eyes!

PC: “Ewwwwwwww!”

HHL: “GROSS!”

Suddenly, Goth sweeps Centurion’s feet out from under him! Centurion lands roughly on his back, but he quickly turns around and starts rising back to a standing position with a determined look on his face. When Centurion gets back to his feet he is once again covering one eye. Cent starts looking around the ring, trying to find his opponent….but he doesn't know where he is until Goth starts applying the Gothic Dream from behind him! Goth has his modified Million Dollar Dream locked onto Centurion when he suddenly starts dropping backwards, Goth then wraps his legs around the stomach into a body scissors move in combo with the dream. Centurion’s hand leaves his face and it looks like he’s slowly starting to fade.

The referee drops down to check on Centurion, but by the time he does, Centurion’s lights are already out! He’s KOed! The referee quickly hops to his feet and calls for the bell!

WINNER: BY SUBMISSION - GOTH

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The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the arena as the lights dim. A spotlight highlights the ramp, and Thunder Knuckles walks out onto the entrance ramp, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd.  Charlie Nickles joins them. The crowd sings along with the song.

ASSHOLE, DIRTBAG, NO GOOD BASTARDS!

TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45-degree angles.  Charlie Nickles joins them in the ring.




Comes out in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders". He has no expression and makes no eye contact with his opponent. When the bell rings, he shifts gear and a snarl comes across his face.




Jenny Myst makes her way to the ring.




Dolly Waters makes her way to the ring.

THOSE NO GOOD BASTARDS THUNDER KNUCKLES, BOBBY BOURBON & CHARLIE NICKLES - vs - MARK FYNN w. Chris Page, JENNY MYST & DOLLY WATERS

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell has rang as all six competitors charge into each other, not wanting any second longer as this causes the official to quickly move out of the way as we see Bobby Bourbon square off against Mark Flynn, who has ducked the clutching arms of the much larger foe and kicks him in the midsection before setting him up for a big time Side Russian Leg sweep that drops the big man.


We see in the corner Jenny Myst kick Thunder Knuckles between the legs and start to dig her finger nails into his eyes in an attempt to rip his eyes out of his sockets.

PC:Seeing stuff like this makes me happy that I am sitting here behind a desk and call these matches!!

On the outside we see Dolly and Charles Nickles trade blows with each other, Dolly ducks a few slow punches from the larger man as she hits him with fast punches and kicks. She gets overexcited and goes for a spinning punch to the face. Only to have Nickles grab the fist and crunches it in his own, trying to break every bone in her hand.

HHL:I don’t know, you would look pretty good having your hand squashed like that!!

Dolly drops to both knees, trying to loosen the grip on her other hand with her free hand. But quickly she realizes that Nickles grip is just too powerful for her to overcome. Luckily for her we see Jenny getting an Irish Whip reversed into the ropes, there smartly she holds on as we see Thunder Knuckles charge in on her before she pulls down the ropes and watch him crash into one of his tag team partners.

This gives Dolly the opportunity to look underneath the ring as Dolly throws a Kendo Stick into the ring before looking further. There she finds some brash knucks that she puts on her fist and tells Dolly to help out Flynn inside the ring as she starts to walk towards both Thunder Knuckles and Nickles. Nickles is trying to pull himself back to his feet as Dolly blasts him with the Brass Knucks across the face before staring down to Thunder Knuckles who is still banged up against the barricades.

PC: Smart move from the two ladies to isolate the two men, so that Jenny and Flynn can double team Bobby.

Indeed as back in the ring we see that Bobby has Mark Flynn locked up in a standing position for a Snap Suplex, only to have Jenny blast the Kendo Stick across the back. This causes him to drop to his knees while letting go off Mark Flynn.

Flynn takes the Kendo Stick from Jenny as he blasts it across the face of Bobby, causing him to drop on his back while holding on to his face as blood can be seen flowing through his fingers.

HHLThat is going to be a few hours at the dentist office if you aren’t lucky enough!!

Dolly is blasting the brass knucks against the temple of Thunder Knuckles, but this moment gives Nickles the opportunity to get to his feet and sneak up from behind Dolly. Grabbing her head between both of his hands and then hurls her over towards the steel ring steps as that causes the top of the steps to fall down hard on the concrete floor as we hear the loud thud echo throughout the arena.

The noise causes Jenny to turn around and charges in on the big man, hitting a suicide dive through the middle and top rope. But only to be caught by the big man as he turns around and stares at Thunder Knuckles. Nickles tosses Jenny towards him as if it was nothing, Knuckles catches her and executes an Alabama Slama on the concrete floor.

Both men look down at the carnage that they had executed on the outside before staring back in the ring. There we see Flynn having the upper hand on Bobby Bourbon after several blasts with the Kendo Stick as he has driven his knee in the back of Bobby’s neck as Bobby is draped across the bottom rope.

PC:I think it is time for Flynn to turn around!!!

But Flynn is unaware of the presence of both TK and Nickles, TK grabs the kendo stick out of his hand as Flynn had set himself up for another blow with the kendo stick across the back of Bobby Bourbon. Spinning Flynn around before being nailed with a big time Superkick that sends him down on the canvas. TK drops down, starts to drive closed fists to the face of Flynn numerous times before getting up as Bobby Bourbon drops a big time elbow across the throat of Flynn before going for the cover

One!





Two!





Flynn manages to kick out before the count of three as we see Jenny and Dolly slide back in the ring as both of them have lead pipes in their hands warning TK and Nickles to back off as the two men stare at each other before turning their attention back to the ladies and charge in on them. Nickles manages to catch the lead pipe from Jenny while Dolly manages to strike the lead pipe in the knee of Thunder Knuckles. This causes him to drop down to the canvas as he holds on to the painful knee joint.

PC:I doubt we will see Thunder Knuckles standing anytime soon!!!

Dolly jumps on the back of Nickles, wrapping her lead pipe across the throat as she attempt to prevent Nickles from delivering a choke slam on Jenny Myst. Who spits out a black myst in the face of Nickles as he falls down to his knees while trying to get the myst out of his face as well as reaching behind him for grabbing Dolly and get her off his back. But he gets to his knees as Dolly tightens her grip on him before we see Jenny hitting knee strikes in the face of Nickles.

HHL:I see six people wanting to beat the living shit out of each other and I am LOVING IT!!!!

Jenny continues to hit the knees, until being grabbed from behind by Bobby Bourbon as he executes a German overhead Released Suplex, dropping her on top of Mark Flynn. This causes her to bounce off of him while holding on to her ribs in agonizing pain.

Bobby gets to his feet and zooms in on Dolly, who has the pipe wrapped tight across the throat of Nickles as Bobby executes a big boot to her face as that sends her crashing down on the canvas. Bobby grabs the head of Dolly, pulling her up to her feet and pushing her into the turnbuckles. There he drives series of elbows into the side of Dolly’s face before whipping her into the opposite turnbuckles on the other end of the ring, causing Dolly to drop hard on the canvas.

PC:[Good Grief!!!/b]

Bobby slowly stalks towards Dolly, she is reaching for the lead pipe that is close next to her that Jenny had brought in the ring. Only to have Bobby stand on top of her hand, making it impossible for her to grab the pipe with that hand. She tries with the other hand, only to have Bobby grab her by the hair and yanks her up to her feet. Setting her up for a Powerbomb, only to have Dolly to reverse it into a Hurricanrana as she drops him face first onto the lead pipe that was still on the canvas there.

[b]HHL: He ain’t going to get to his feet anymore!!!

Dolly hooks the leg of Bobby for the cover

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Nickles blasts her with a Kendo Stick across the face, causing her to fall down as Nickles hooks her leg for the cover as the official jumps down for the three count.






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Thr!!!!


No, somehow amazingly Dolly manages to kick out, but she's in so much pain though.  Nickles gets up and grabs the kendo stick and is about to hit Dolly, when he is hit from behind by Jenny Myst.  He goes flying towards his corner.

HH: "That was oh so close, the match should be over by now!!"

Myst tries to get Dolly to her knees to get her out of the ring.  But suddenly it is Bourbon who comes from nowhere to hit both Dolly and Myst with a Double Clothes Line and they both go down.    Bourbon runs in to a stiff flying knee from Mark Flynn.

PC: "This match is crazy,"

Flynn grabs Bourbon and sends him out of the ring, and tries to turn his attention towards his team matches only for Thunder Knuckles to come from nowhere and hit him with a shoulder breaker.  He sends Flynn back out of the ring.

Meanwhile Charlie has recovered from his attack, and climbs back into the ring.  Myst is down and so is Dolly.    He grabs the kendo stick, and walks over to both of them and starts hitting them both really hard.

He then picks up Myst and sends her flying out of the ring, before turning his attention back on Dolly, Dolly tries to fight him off but can't.  Nickles hits her with a DDT, and then goes for the three count.

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3!!!!!

WINNERS: Robbie Bourbon, Thunder Knuckles, Charlie Nickles

Ding! Ding! Ding!

PC: We finally got our winners!! What a brutality that we just witnessed!!!!

We see Nickles reach over to grab the hand of Thunder Knuckles in an attempt to help him get to his feet as he is limping around because of his knee. The two stumble towards Bobby Bourbon and help him back to his feet also. All three of them stare down their opposition that they had faced before turning their attention to the backstage area as they are heading off to the back. [/b]