[IPW-XFWL] Impact Xtreme - November 22, 2003

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The Victory - Battle Of The Best – September 13, 2003

411 runs across the ring with Hazzard in a power slam position. He
goes to the opposite side of the ring and launches Hazzard over the
top rope. Hazzard flies face first into the audience guardrail! The
bell sounds.

JL: That's it! Hazzard's been eliminated!

AR: With authority!

JL: 411 has just earned himself a shot at the IPW-XFWL World Title!

The Set Back - Fallout – October 4, 2003

411 reaches down and grabs Joey by the shirt collar! He pulls Joey up
and holds him, ready to strike!

JL: This is it! 411 is going to destroy Joey Gots!

AR: No! He can't!

JL: But he...wait a second! Is that...an arm coming out of the second
ring?!

A second arm comes up out of the mat in the second ring. Both arms
holds the side of the canvas and start pulling up. Out of the hole in
the mat rises the seven-foot tall, four-hundred pound Everest!

JL: It's Everest! Good God, we haven't seen him since February of this
year!

Everest steps into the first ring and grabs 411! Everest lifts 411 up
into a chokeslam, dropping him down straight through the mat in the
first ring!

JL: Good God!

Everest stands staring down into the hole in the ring, where 411 is
laid out. Joey Gots stands smiling next to Everest.

JL: Everest must be Joey's hired gun!

Beating The Odds – Funhouse II – October 26, 2003

Everest stands there casually in the corner, staring at the fallen
411. With his back to 411, he casually climbs up the top rope. But
unbeknownst to Everest, 411 gets to his feet. He runs and jumps,
throwing his entire body against Everest's, causing the big man to get
crotched. The Big F'n Deal pushes Everest's upper body down. He then
crawls under, and hooks Everest's arms!

JL: Wait a second! 411 has Everest in the Spinechoppa! If he can hit
this, it's over!

AR: No way! It's not happening!

411 pulls Everest away from the turnbuckle. Everest tries to lock onto
the turnbuckle with his feet, but 411 pulls away! The crowd gets
louder and louder! 411 gets to the center of the ring. He hits the
Spinechoppa!

JL: Spinechoppa! He did it! Good God almighty! 411 did it!

Tonight...

411 – Tyrant, your time's up, buddy. For the business side of this
company, it's been six miserable months of your matches not even being
able to be main events of TV shows, much less Pay-Per-Views. It's been
six months of weak promos, and not being able to put asses in the
seats, all because of that weak joke that you call a title reign.
You've made these people nauseous. It's time for you to stop running
from me, Tyrant. It's time for you to act like a man for once and face
me. It's time for a champion with some credibility. A champion with
actual skills. A champion who people like and puts asses in the seats.
That champ, Tyrant, is none other than yours truly, THE BIG F***IN'
DEAL. Just face up and hand me my money, the IPW-XFWL title.

For one man, the biggest match of his career...

411 throws the mic down.

For the other, the greatest challenge to his title...

A blood soaked Tyrant sits up as the referee hands him the World Title
belt.

Tyrant vs. 411...

For the IPW-XFWL World Title!

Heaven have mercy on their souls!

Joey Gots smirks devilishly.


"Who We Be" plays as Caramel stands in the center of the ring. PRIDE
members Frenzy, J-Sleazy, Yoshihiro Toyama, and The Hurrikat stand
outside of the ring.

JL: Welcome to Impact Xtreme! Joe Loe alongside Avery Rogers on a
night where the World Title will be on the line! 411 finally gets his
shot at the gold against Tyrant!

AR: He gets his shot, but there's no way the ghetto superstar's
getting the win.

JL: But right now we can't ignore the fact that PRIDE has taken over
the ring.

AR: Nope, you can't ignore it. In fact, ignoring them is what caused
these underrated talents to form PRIDE to begin with.

JL: Oh really? I thought it was more of Caramel wanting some weak
minded people to push around.

AR: Well there's that too, sure.

JL: Last week here on Impact Xtreme, Caramel lost to Killmore in a
true upset.

AR: I know I'm upset over it. But then Killmore did cheat to win.

JL: Cheat? He didn't cheat. In fact, Caramel spent the whole match
cheating and he still lost!

AR: Yeah well, I know what you are but what am I?

JL: Okay, did you seriously just...forget it.

AR: Consider it forgotten.

Caramel paces back and forth in the ring.

CARAMEL – Cix Killmore, fool, I done know you're sittin back there,
twiddlin yo thumbs just waitin for somethin to do. You beat me last
week, but that done be the past. Cap'in Nasty is a man of the future.
And Killmore, you messed with PRIDE, which means PRIDE's got no choice
but to mess with you! So rookie, get yo cracker jack-ass out here
right now and bring yo friends The Funk Master and Rex, and let's have
us a good old fashioned lumberjack match!

JL: Caramel's challenging Killmore to a match right now!

AR: If Killmore's smart, he won't come out here.

"Nobody's Listening" plays as Killmore, The Funk Master, and Rex walk
out onto the stage.

JL: It's Killmore and Pimpslap!

AR: Well at least he just proved my Killmore is a moron theory.

JL: But wait a second, PRIDE has four members around the ring. Rex and
The Funk Master are greatly outnumbered!

AR: And if you count brains in the equation, it's like Rex and Funk
Master aren't even here!

Funk Master points to the backstage area. Out walk two beautiful, half
dressed women. Funk Master takes the ladies by the arms and the five
people walk down to the ring.

JL: It's the Funkette's!

AR: You know, for twenty-five cents a minute, those girls will do
whatever you ask.

JL: I didn't know that.

AR: I didn't think you did.

JL: It's been interesting how Pimpslap has watched Killmore's back
over the past few weeks.

AR: Pimpslap need to keep their big noises out of PRIDE's business.
Otherwise those noses might get broken. Just ask Max.

JL: Speaking of Max, as always our get well wishes go out to him. Max
is still at home, recovering from that brutal attack by PRIDE.

AR: Yeah, they smashes his face in something good. There was actually
a picture of Max's face circulating the Internet.

JL: Was there?

AR: Well actually it turned out to be Michael Jackson's mug shot. But
still, Max got messed up.

Killmore slides into the ring as the bell sounds. The four PRIDE
members and Killmore's four friends stand around the ring, each
keeping one eye on the ring and one eye on the people around them.
Killmore and Caramel move in and instantly lock up. Cix takes Caramel
into a side headlock. Caramel slaps Killmore's arm, trying to break
free. He walks backwards to the ropes. Caramel bounces off of the
ropes slightly and shoves Killmore off. Cix charges across the ring,
bouncing off of the ropes and running back. Caramel stands in the
middle of the ring, doubled over so that he can hit a back drop on
Cix. Killmore, who sees the move coming a mile away, stops right in
front of Caramel. Cap'in Nasty remains doubled over, awaiting his
opponent for the move. Caramel glances behind him, looking to see if
Killmore has landed yet. The PRIDE leader stands upright. He's met
right away with a flurry of punches by the rookie! Caramel falls to
the mat and rolls out of the ring. Right away Rex grabs Caramel by the
back of the head and throws him back in!

JL: Caramel trying to get out of dodge, as usual, but it didn't work
this time!

AR: How dare Rex put his hands on Caramel! He has no right to do that!

JL: He has every right! It's a lumberjack match!

AR: Can't the steroid induced freak lumberjack without laying his
greasy mitts on Cap'in Nasty?

Caramel stands up and again finds himself being punched repeatedly by
Killmore. Quickly Caramel is backed into the corner. Killmore stomps
Cap'in Nasty repeatedly in the gut. Cix whips Caramel across the ring,
sending him hard into the corner! So hard that Caramel flips over the
corner and lands standing on the ring apron! Killmore runs over and
goes to punch Caramel. Cap'in Nasty blocks the fist. Cix tries again,
but once again Caramel stops the punch. Killmore moves to plan B,
shoving his shoulder into Caramel's mid-section! With Caramel
momentarily stunned, Killmore grabs the PRIDE leader, lifts him up,
and suplexes him back into the ring! Caramel writhes around in pain as
Killmore runs off of the ropes and hits a leg drop across Caramel's
upper body! Cix covers Caramel, hooking his leg, as the referee counts
the 1-2-NO! Frenzy pulls Killmore out of the ring!

JL: What is Frenzy doing?!

AR: What? He's a lumberjack. He's supposed to do that.

JL: His job isn't to pull Killmore out of the ring!

AR: Duh. Killmore's foot was sticking out. Frenzy just wanted to push
it back in, and to do that you have to take the whole body out first.

JL: What on Earth are you talking about?

AR: It's one of those gotta break some eggs to make broken eggs deals.

The referee yells at Frenzy for his interference. At the same time,
Rex and The Funk Master run over and quickly a shoving contest begins
between Pimpslap and PRIDE. Rex and Frenzy exchange hard right hands.
Funk Master and J-Sleazy do the same. Hurrikat and one of the
Funkette's claw at each other's faces. The referee jumps out of the
ring and tries to regain some order among the lumberjacks. Meanwhile,
Killmore rolls back into the ring. Caramel stands up and stumbles
around some. He turns to be met with a boot to the gut. Cix pulls
Caramel in for a piledriver. As he goes to lift Caramel up for the
move, Yoshihiro Toyama enters the ring. Toyama quickly spits a green
mist into Killmore's eyes! Yoshihiro exits the ring, as Killmore
stands with a green covered face, rubbing his burning eyes! Caramel
takes this opportunity to go behind Killmore and roll him up in a
schoolboy pin attempt. The referee sees this from the outside and
rolls back into the ring. Caramel has a hand full of tights for extra
leverage, making it easy for the clueless referee to count the 1-2-3.

RING ANNOUNCER – The winner of the match, Caramel!

JL: I don't believe this! Caramel stole a win!

AR: Define the word stole.

JL: And the havoc is continuing outside of the ring now! PRIDE and
Pimpslap are nowhere near done fighting here!

AR: It's not over until the somehow over waste of space we call Rex
takes a trip to the hospital.

JL: This is insane!

AR: Somebody give Rex a paper cut! Maybe he'll end up in another coma
and be gone for a few more months!

The brawling continues outside of the ring. Yoshihiro Toyama reaches
into the ring and pulls Killmore out. Toyama and Cix begin exchanging
hard right hands. Rex clotheslines Frenzy over the guardrail and into
the crowd! Rex climbs over and continues the fight, as he and Frenzy
go deep into the crowd. Meanwhile, Toyama and Killmore fight up the
entrance ramp, and soon to the back. Funk Master and J-Sleazy seem to
simply disappear, lost among the rest of the fighting. Hurrikat and
one of the Funkette's roll around on the floor, pulling each other's
hair. Caramel stands in the center of the ring, laughing. He points to
Avery Rogers and Joe Loe.

JL: Oh what a shocker, Caramel is so proud of himself!

AR: Hey he has reason to be! He beat Killmore, which admittedly isn't
a hard thing to do-

JL: Well it took green mist to the face and hooking the tights for
Caramel to do it!

AR: Yeah well those things aren't hard to do.

Caramel continues laughing as he faces the announces. The fans jeer
the PRIDE leader. But soon, the jeers turn to cheers. Down the ramp
and into the ring comes a familiar face. The fans applaud boisterously
as none other then Max enters the ring behind Caramel! Max is armed
with a steel chair, and a fire in his eyes. He stands shaking with
excitement, looking forward to the moment when Caramel turns around!

JL: It's Max! Good God! He's back!

AR: What? Wait! No! He can't be! Dammit, he has a broken nose! A
concussion! Broken ribs!

JL: And a thirst for revenge!

AR: That doesn't really help my point here!

Caramel looks around at the fans, slowly realizing that his greatest
nemesis must be standing behind him for the crowd to be cheering so
loudly. Cap'in Nasty turns around with one quick motion, and right
away Max charges over and smashes Caramel across the face with the
chair! Caramel falls to the mat, as Max unloads mercilessly on the
PRIDE leader's spine with the steel chair! Caramel tries to roll up
into a ball, but it makes no difference. Max pulls Caramel up to his
knees. The returning fan favorite lines Caramel up and swings the
chair full speed, slamming it into Caramel's head! The sickening thud
echoes through the arena! Caramel sits still for a moment before
dropping flat to the mat!

JL: Good God! Caramel may have a concussion from that chair shot!

AR: Max is insane! Somebody call the loony bin, Max has officially
flown over the cuckoo's nest!

Max takes the steel chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. He
pulls Caramel up and lays his head on the open chair. Max walks across
the ring and steps out onto the ring apron.

JL: What is Max planning to do here?

AR: Oh my lord! Somebody needs to come and help Caramel! Where the
hell is everybody?!

JL: PRIDE's busy dealing with Pimpslap!

AR: Well then why don't you go save Caramel!

JL: Why don't you?

AR: Oh it's gonna be like that, huh?

Max springs up onto the top rope. He balances himself for a moment
before springing off and landing a leg drop across Caramel's head! The
steel chair is crushed down under the weight! Caramel lays motionless
on what's left of the chair! Max stands up and raises his arms for the
approval of the crowd. A "MAX" chant begins. Max asks for the
microphone.

MAX – Hey EMT people in the back, you better get out here and do your
job because there's no way Caramel's walking out of here!

The fans erupt in with cheers as EMTs head down to the ring.

JL: Max is back and he just showed Caramel what happens when you mess
with the Greatest Thing Since God!

AR: How can you applaud Max's actions? He could have hurt Caramel!
Badly!

JL: He could have, but he didn't. He just hurt Caramel enough to get
it through his head that messing with Max was a bad idea!

AR: Well in that case, he should have hurt Caramel worse! Because now
Caramel's gonna be looking for revenge, and this time he's won't stop
until Max is finished for good!


COMMERCIAL BREAK...


Scout stands outside of Joey Gots' office. The EMTs walk by, wheeling
Caramel away on a stretcher. Hades McFan walks over. He goes to open
Joey's office door, but Scout right away steps in front of him.

SCOUT – Whoa there, where do you think you're going?

HADES MCFAN – Well with everything going on here tonight, I just
wanted to ask Joey if-

SCOUT – No no, Joey's got a lot on his mind tonight and has asked not
to be bothered. That means I, the director of decisions, am the man in
charge. And yes, I did see what just happened. And I've made a few
decisions. Actually the whole situation has given me a few ideas for
Hardcore Holiday. First off, it's obvious that the problems between
PRIDE and Pimpslap and Killmore need to be settled. And they will be,
at Hardcore Holiday, because I'm signing a six-man match between the
two teams. And not just any match. Oh no. This is going to be a North
Pole Street Fight!

HADES MCFAN – Six man tag North Pole Street Fight? Should be
interesting.

SCOUT – Oh it will be. And speaking of interesting, I for one have an
interest in what's going on with Max and Caramel. These guys want to
hurt each other. Bad. They want to end each other's careers. For good.
And they're going to get that chance at Hardcore Holiday, because I'm
signing Max versus Caramel in IPW-XFWL's first ever...stretcher match!

Scout walks away.


"Furious Angels" blasts through the arena as Kevin J. Ridge walks
through the curtain and heads toward the ring. The fans greet him with
an onslaught of boos and pelt him with trash. The audience starts a
rhythmic chant of "Iron Man". Kevin looks around with an annoyed
expression on his face.

JL: Did you hear that?

AR: I know. These fans have no respect.

JL: No, I meant the two matches Scout just signed for Hardcore
Holiday.

AR: Oh yeah. Those should be pretty interesting to see.

JL: Killmore and Pimpslap against PRIDE in a six-man North Pole Street
Fight, and Caramel versus Max in a stretcher match!

AR: See, now Max has really done it. He should have quit while he was
ahead. Stayed home. Admitted defeat to Caramel. But no, he couldn't do
that.

JL: Max never says quit!

AR: Well he won't have to say it. At Hardcore Holiday, in the
stretcher match, Caramel's gonna force Max into permanent retirement.

JL: It's safe to assume the Stretcher Match should be one of the most
violent matches in this company's history.

AR: Definitely. There's only one way to win, and that's by hurting
your opponent to the point where he's removed from the building on a
stretcher.

JL: Exactly. We could very well see one man's career ended in that
match!

AR: Oh I'm going in expecting to see just that. There's only one way
for Max and Caramel's problems to end, and it's with one of them on
the shelf for good.

"Don't You (Forget About Me)" plays as Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend jogs
to the ring. He slaps hands with cheering fans along the way. MRB
stops and points to a sign in the crowd that says "The Two Dudes Are
Totally Tubular".

JL: Speaking of huge matches at Hardcore Holiday...

AR: I wasn't.

JL: Kevin J. Ridge and Big Daddy Cool Dudley will meet in what should
be a classic. IPW-XFWL's first ever sixty minute Iron Man match!

AR: Obviously Kevin's walking out of there as the winner. He is the
Iron Man. In fact, we might as well start calling him that.

JL: Kevin has been known to last for long periods of time.

AR: And he can wrestle for a long time too.

JL: We all remember Kevin's fantastic performance in this past
September's Battle Of The Best. Kevin lasted over an hour in the
match!

AR: And Big Daddy Cool Dudley lasted about fifty-nine minutes and
fifty seconds short of an hour.

JL: But even with Kevin's stamina, he still seems to be a little
afraid of getting into the ring one more time with Big Daddy Cool
Dudley.

AR: The only thing Kevin's afraid of is Sars. And even that's more of
an excuse so The Ridge doesn't have to visit Canada.

JL: Kevin taking on Big Daddy Cool Dudley's tag partner, Molly
Ringwald's Boyfriend, right here. And believe me, there's no love loss
between these two either.

AR: Oh no, Kevin and Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend get along about as
well as Big Daddy Cool Dudley and water.

MRB slides into the ring, gets Kevin to the mat with a double-leg
takedown, and the two grapple on the mat as the bell sounds to
officially start the match. Kevin rolls on top of MRB and delivers a
few close-range forearm jabs. MRB rolls on top of Kevin and returns
the favor. They keep rolling until they go underneath the bottom rope
and fall the floor. MRB stands and swiftly gets back into the ring.
Kevin remains outside the ring for a moment. He gazes around the
arena. The ringside fans begin another "Iron Man" chant. Kevin covers
his ears and tells the fans to shut up, MRB motions for Kevin to
return to the ring and wrestle. Kevin climbs the steps and enters
through the ropes. He marches towards MRB and is met with a couple
boots to the gut, followed by a knee lift that sends Kevin staggering
into the ropes. MRB stays on his opponent and whips him into the far
ropes. Kevin rebounds back and leapfrogs over a backdrop-anticipating
MRB, he comes off the ropes again but is knocked down this time with a
cross body.

JL: Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend taking control, for the moment anyway.

AR: This is all part of The Ridge's plan to pull his opponent into a
false sense of confidence, and then just when he thinks he has the
match won, BAM! Kevin sneaks in and takes the win!

JL: Did you just say BAM?

AR: I was going for a Batman feel. Shout out to Adam West, who is an
avid viewer of this show.

JL: Is he?

AR: I have no idea.

Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend grabs Kevin into a side headlock and takes
him over to the canvas. Kevin is able to wrap his legs around MRB's
neck. MRB kips up from the scissors while Kevin springs to his feet.
Ridge takes a charging MRB down with an arm drag, and holds on to
apply an armbar. MRB can't be kept on the mat for long, as he powers
his way up and pushes Kevin into the corner to break the armbar. Kevin
won't relinquish the hold. MRB sandwiches Kevin into the turnbuckle,
and after the ref begins his 5 count Kevin eventually lets go. MRB
takes Kevin out of the corner with a monkey flip, but Ridge lands
elegantly on his feet. MRB turns and is surprised to see Kevin
standing. He goes down to a Japanese armdrag. The Two Dudes member is
up again quickly, as Kevin attempts another Japanese armdrag. But MRB
drops to his knees as a counter. He sends Kevin down with a fireman's
carry takeover. Both wrestlers are back on their feet. They run off
opposite ring ropes, MRB ducks a clothesline from Kevin, they bounce
off again and Kevin ducks a clothesline from MRB. A third time they
sprint towards each other, and finally Kevin connects with a spine
buster.

JL: Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend hitting the mat hard!

AR: What a beautiful spine buster! Kevin really is the best damn
wrestler in this business, and anybody who thinks otherwise is clearly
an idiot!

JL: I don't think he's the best.

AR: I rest my case.

With MRB lying on his back, Kevin wraps his gloved hands around his
neck for a blatant choke. The ref tells Kevin to let go of the throat.
Without compliance, he counts to 4 and Kevin releases the choke. As
the ref checks on MRB, Kevin unties his left bootlace. Kevin positions
himself on top of MRB, and uses his bootlace for an illegal eye rake.
Before the official can see what's happening, Kevin rises to his feet
and shows the audience how proud he is by raising his hands in the
air. Next Ridge uses momentum from the ropes to run in and drop an
elbow to MRB's throat. Quickly to his feet, Kevin runs and connects
with another elbow to the throat. Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend coughs
and struggles for breath. A third time Kevin bounces off the ropes and
charges for an elbow drop, except he "accidentally" trips over his
untied bootlace and drops the elbow directly into MRB's nether
regions. The ref admonishes Kevin for the low blow, but he plays
innocent and acts surprised to see his untied boot.

JL: What a dirty move!

AR: I know! Kevin should sue the company that made those boots!

Kevin lowers to a knee and reties his boot, giving MRB an opportunity
to recover a little and climb to his feet. Kevin sends MRB to the
canvas again with an athletic back-flip kick to the face. Rolling his
opponent onto his stomach, Ridge clasps onto MRB's right leg and
applies an ankle lock. MRB's face is grimaced with pain, Kevin's face
is beaming with a confident grin. MRB digs his elbows into the mat and
begins to force himself towards the ropes. Kevin pulls MRB's ankle
high into the air, and slams it down to the mat with the brunt of the
impact going to his knee. Dragging MRB to the ropes now, Kevin props
the ankle on the bottom rope so the leg is extended. Kevin
springboards off the bottom rope and jumps directly onto MRB's knee
joint. MRB screams in pain and holds his leg. Taking hold of the ankle
again, Kevin pulls MRB back towards the center of the ring. Ridge
tangles his own leg within MRB's into a grapevine. He bridges back to
pull under MRB's chin as he keeps the grapevine, effectively applying
pressure to all ends of MRB's body.

JL: Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend is in a lot of trouble here!

AR: Yeah he really needs to get a tag to...oh that's right, this is a
single's match! Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend has no chance!

JL: As mean as you were trying to be, you do actually make a good
point. Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend is mostly known as a tag wrestler.
He's used to having somebody in the corner to tag out.

AR: Yep. Molly Ringwald's Boytoy usually fights only half a match. And
Kevin, as we've established, can wrestle for hours on end.

With the grapevine-neckvice twisting MRB's body backwards, the ref
checks if MRB is going to tap out. MRB endures the pain and won't
submit to Kevin. After a few minutes of the torturous submission,
Kevin gives up on the hold and goes to his feet. He pulls MRB up with
him, who is favoring his right leg. Hooking MRB's head and leg, Kevin
lifts him up into the air and drives him down into the canvas with a
Fisherman's Buster. The impact causes MRB to curl up in a fetal
position, holding the back of his neck. Kevin gives him a series of
kicks to the head of his downed opponent. Taking a few steps away from
MRB, he waits for the 80s fanatic to pull his head up. With a clear
shot, Kevin charges in to deliver a knee strike to MRB's head, a
perfect shining wizard!

JL: That may be it!

AR: Nah, Kevin's not done yet. He's simply having a wonderful kicking
ass time.

Now showing his usual confidence, Kevin briskly walks to the corner
and perches himself on the second rope. MRB crawls to the ropes
intending them as balance for him to stand. Seeing the most desirable
opening, Kevin leaps down and drops the point of his elbow in the
MRB's back. MRB collapses to the mat, but he grabs hold of the bottom
rope and starts shaking it as he rises. Kevin glides up to the top
rope this time and comes off with an elbow directly to the back of
MRB's head. MRB is still holding the bottom rope and shaking it. Kevin
delivers a forearm shot to the side of his head, yet MRB keeps shaking
the rope and now has moved up to the middle rope. Another forearm from
Kevin clubs MRB's head, and all it does is give MRB more energy as he
shakes the top rope up and down and stands on his feet. Kevin
relentlessly pummels MRB, but the reaction is deep breathing and
running in place. MRB turns and looks at Kevin with wide eyes, he
starts pounding on his own chest.

JL: Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend is feeling the power!

AR: I swear if he uses the shoulder block of death, I'm leaving.

Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend picks Kevin up and gives him a bad landing
with an inverted atomic drop. As Kevin holds himself in pain, MRB
comes off the ropes with a handspring into a back elbow. Rolling
himself out of the ring after being knocked down, Kevin turns his back
and proceeds to walk up the aisle towards the backstage area. The ref
begins his ten count, but MRB doesn't wait and scrambles to the floor
chasing Kevin. With a big dropkick to the back of his head, Kevin
sails face-first into the concrete. Not showing arrogance like his
opponent, MRB stays on Kevin and sends him back into the ring. Kevin
is hoisted onto MRB's shoulders, and is twirled around with an
airplane spin, one half of The Two Dudes' We Are The World tandem
maneuver. Around and around Ridge goes, MRB sets him down on his feet
and staggers wearily to and fro. Once he's taken two steps forward and
two steps back, MRB knocks Kevin down with a roundhouse kick. Eddie
Van Halen's number one fan steps out onto the ring apron and climbs up
to the top turnbuckle. MRB flies halfway across the ring and lands a
beautiful elbow smash into Kevin's chest. He's not finished with Kevin
yet. Ridge is picked up and positioned back to back with MRB, being
set up for What A Maneuver.

JL: Good God! Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend could do it here! He could
get possibly the biggest upset victory in the history of this
business!

AR: Way to not go over the top with your assumptions there, Joe.

Before MRB can secure Kevin for the unique neckbreaker, Kevin breaks
loose and sends MRB into the corner with an Irish Whip. Instead of
closing in on his opponent, Kevin walks to the opposite corner and
removes the top protective turnbuckle covering, exposing the metal
underneath. The referee tries to step in, but Ridge throws the
turnbuckle padding at him. Kevin walks back to MRB with bad
intentions. He is greeted with a kick to the thigh. MRB takes Kevin
and whips him to the opposite corner, but Kevin reverses and whips MRB
directly into the exposed steel! The ref gives Kevin a stern warning,
it is laughed off. Now Kevin drives MRB's head repeatedly into the
exposed turnbuckle. Having seen enough, the referee calls for the
bell.

RING ANNOUNCER – The winner of the match as a result of a
disqualification, Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend!

JL: Well doesn't that just figure!

AR: You mean the referee disqualifying Kevin for something that's
clearly not his fault?

JL: I mean Kevin stealing from Molly Ringwald's Boyfriend the
opportunity to beat him cleanly!

AR: Oh well, my heart goes out to him. No really, I mean that.

Kevin turns to the scrawny ref, grabs him by the shirt, and heaves him
over the top rope to the arena floor. Turning his attention to MRB,
Kevin slams the weak MRB into the exposed metal of the turnbuckle over
and over, causing significant swelling and bruising on his forehead.
Kevin gets in MRB's face and shouts, "I'm not afraid of the Iron Man
match!" Suddenly the intro to Big Daddy Cool Dudley's music "You Can't
Bring Me Down" plays, and BDCD sprints to the ring for a rescue of his
Two Dudes partner!

JL: It's Big Daddy Cool Dudley!

AR: That explains the smell.

BDCD runs in for a clothesline, but Kevin ducks out of the way and
slides out of the ring to avoid confrontation with his Iron Man match
opponent. Ridge hurries up the aisle and exits the arena. The fans
applaud and chant "Iron Man" as BDCD helps a weak Molly Ringwald's
Boyfriend stand up.

JL: Kevin may have run away this time, but they'll be nowhere for him
to run on December 14th at Hardcore Holiday!

AR: Don't worry about it, when the time comes, The Ridge will reign
supreme. This I promise you.

JL: Coming up next fans...oh no.

AR: What?

JL: It can't be.

AR: What?

JL: It's the return of On The Couch With Scout.

AR: Yes! Ha! Smell the ratings!

JL: We'll be right back.


COMMERCIAL BREAK...


ANNOUNCER – Live from...here! It's On The Couch With Scout!

The band at the side of the stage begins playing really cheesy pop
music as lights flash back and forth on the desk and couch set up on
the stage.

ANNOUNCER – And now, heeeeeeerrrrrrreeeeeee's Scout!

The music becomes even cheesier, if that's possible, as Scout walks
out from behind the curtain. Scout walks to the center of the stage
and mimes hitting a golf ball with a club. The music stops as Scout
places his hands in his pockets.

SCOUT – Thank you, thank you. What a show we have for you tonight. We
actually have three guests, so we should probably get straight to it.
First of all, let me introduce you to a man who I've long considered a
personal friend. A man who is a legend in this business. Ladies and
gentlemen, Spindle!

The band plays a really bad version of "Zero" as Spindle walks out to
the stage. Spindle sits on the couch, while Scout sits behind the
desk.

SCOUT – Spindle, how you doing tonight?

SPINDLE – I'll tell you, I've been better. As you know, the past two
weeks I've had that nut Psyklone coming after me and I don't even know
why.

SCOUT – Yeah, that is a mystery.

SPINDLE – I'd love to just know what Psyklone has against me, you
know?

SCOUT – I know that you want know, but I don't know what it is. But
what I do know is at Hardcore Holiday, you Spindle have requested to
have a match with Psyklone.

SPINDLE – That's right. Psyklone has a problem with me, well we're
going to settle it like men.

SCOUT – Oh docta!

Spindle looks confused at Scout.

SCOUT – Anyway, as you know, every match at Hardcore Holiday has a
gimmick. And this will be no exception. Spindle, earlier tonight you
wrote a gimmick on a card and placed it in this envelope. I will now
open the envelope and read to the world the gimmick you picked.

SPINDLE – You do that.

SCOUT – Actually, instead of opening it, I bet I can read it right
through the envelope.

SPINLDE – Uh...

SCOUT – Just play along.

Scout holds the envelope up to his forehead.

SCOUT – Alright...I see a wrestling ring. And the top rope of the ring
is covered in barbwire. And there's a pole in every corner. Hanging
from one pole is a baseball bat. From another hangs a bag full of
hundreds of thumbtacks. From another hangs a coalminer's glove. And
from the fourth corner hangs a can of gasoline.

SPINDLE – Uh, Scout...

SCOUT – Wait a second, there's more...The only way to win this match
is to set a table on fire and drive your opponent through it. Ladies
and gentlemen, this is the match for Hardcore Holiday, Spindle versus
Psyklone in a Nightmare Before Christmas Match!

SPINDLE – Uh Scout, I didn't write that.

SCOUT – You didn't right that?

SPINDLE – No. You must be reading it wrong.

Scout opens the envelope and reads over the card.

SCOUT – No here, look...barbwire, baseball bat, thumbtacks,
coalminer's glove, flaming tables. Nightmare Before Christmas match.

SPINDLE – But I didn't write that!

SCOUT – Well then who...oh.

SPINDLE – Change the match!

SCOUT – I can't! It's signed. It has to happen!

Spindle stands up, looking extremely annoyed. He walks to the back.

SCOUT – Uh, okay. Well our next guest is a man who will be one of two
men challenging for the IPW-XFWL E-Championship at Hardcore Holiday.
Ladies and gentlemen, here's Roadkill!

The band plays a cheesy rendition of "The Anthem" as Roadkill walks
out onto the stage. He sits on the couch.

SCOUT – Roadkill, welcome to the show.

ROADKILL – Yeah.

SCOUT – So...Chickens! Sorry, I just always wanted to say that to you.
Anyway, let's talk about the E-Championship match.

ROADKILL – What do you want to talk about? How I'm going to crush that
loser Hazzard and take the title he's held for far too long and
actually make it mean something again?

SCOUT – Well we can-

ROADKILL – Or you want to talk about how Bouncer attacked me last week
and because of me, he's now part of the match, because I want an
excuse to beat him down too. He doesn't make the match for difficult
for me. He makes it more fun.

SCOUT – Yeah, we could-

ROADKILL – Or maybe you just want to talk about what I'm going to do
once I win the E-Championship? Who my first challenger will be? How
many years I plan on holding the belt?

SCOUT – Well actually I wanted to announce the gimmick for the match.
See at Hardcore Holiday, it's going to be Hazzard versus Roadkill
versus Bouncer in a match that IPW-XFWL originated. A match that
IPW-XFWL made famous. That's right, it's going to be a Triangle
Turbulence match!

ROADKILL – Sounds good to-

As Roadkill attempts to finish his sentence, Bouncer runs onto the
stage and attacks the Monster! Bouncer punches Roadkill repeatedly,
eventually causing both men to tip the couch over! Bouncer continues
punching Roadkill, but this is quickly stopped as Roadkill grabs
Bouncer by the throat! Roadkill rises to his feet, his hand gripped
tightly around Bouncer's throat. The Monster lifts Bouncer up and
chokeslams him directly onto Scout's desk! Bouncer writhes around in
pain on the massive piece of oak. Scout looks down at Bouncer with
some shock.

SCOUT – Uh, well...

Hazzard forces Scout to hold that thought, as the E-Champion runs out
onto the stage, flips over the desk, and onto Roadkill! Hazzard begins
punching Roadkill repeatedly as well. Roadkill fights back, throwing
some punches so that he can get to his feet. Hazzard kicks Roadkill in
the gut. He grabs the Monster for a DDT. Roadkill grabs Hazzard around
the waist, runs, and dives off of the stage! Both men fall straight
through two set up production tables below! As the men lay in the
wreckage, the crowd chants "Holy S***!" The camera focuses back on
Scout.

SCOUT – I think we're all out of time. Play the music!

The band begins playing cheesy pop music as Scout runs backstage.

JL: Another successful edition of On The Couch With Scout.

AR: Oh shut up. You wish you had half the talent Scout does.

JL: Stay tuned fans, still to come tonight IPW-XFWL World Champion
Tyrant defends the title against 411! And earlier today we asked a few
IPW-XFWL superstars who they thought would win. Here's what they had
to say.


Venom stands alone in front of an "IPW-XFWL" banner.

VENOM – Tyrant's the champion for a reason. And it has nothing to do
with Gots. Trust me.


Taurus stands alone in front of an "IPW-XFWL" banner, eating a subway
sandwich.

TAURUS – 411, obviously. He's been waiting a long time for his title
shot and tonight, he's taking home the gold. You want a bite?


Chester McDoogle and Razor stand in front of an "IPW-XFWL" banner.

CHESTER MCDOOGLE – Who's going to win tonight? Well I say we let the
former IPW World Champion, the man who held the title first, pick the
winner.

RAZOR – GOOD IDEA!...WHO IS THAT??

CHESTER MCDOOGLE – It's you Razor.

RAZOR – OH! I PICK BILLY!

CHESTER MCDOOGLE – Billy? There's no Billy in the match. It's either
Tyrant or 411.

RAZOR – BILLY!!!

CHESTER MCDOOGLE – Fine. Billy. We're going with Billy.


COMMERCIAL BREAK...


The tail end of "Undying Remix" plays as Pawel and Igor, the Russians,
enter the ring. Pawel removes the chain from around Igor's neck.
"What's The Difference" plays as Lance and Paul, IPW-XFWL Tag Team
Champions The Future, walk out onto the stage.

JL: Welcome back fans. The Russians out in the ring now, ready to face
a team of The Future's choosing.

AR: I can't wait to see who they have in store for Nikitia and Ivan.

JL: Wrong Russians.

AR: Meh, either way.

JL: Two weeks ago here on Impact Xtreme, The Russians defeated Gangsta
Heaven to become the number one contender's for the tag title.

AR: At least in the company's eyes.

JL: Right. The champions, Lance and Paul, seem to disagree with Pawel
and Igor getting a tag title shot.

AR: Well they have a point. Who have Pawel and Igor really beaten?

JL: Who haven't they beaten? They defeated Techno Team 2008, White
Shadow, and Gangsta Heaven.

AR: All teams The Future have beaten about a dozen times too. So what?

JL: Well anyway, The Future have set up this match tonight, with a
mystery team taking on The Russians. If Pawel and Igor can beat this
team, they will get a shot at the tag title.

AR: I bet Lance and Paul have flown in some amazing tag team from
Japan or smuggled in one from Mexico.

JL: We're about to find out. But personally, I think this whole
situation is a case of Lance and Paul being afraid of the Russians.

AR: Well they are scary Russians.

JL: Lance and Paul have to know Pawel and Igor are the biggest threats
to the tag title they've ever faced.

AR: Joe, maybe it's time to shut up and let Lance speak.

Lance holds the mic. Paul stands looking all thugged-out.

LANCE – Alright, Russians, we promised you the greatest tag team in
the world here tonight. A team that we can honestly say we've never
beaten. A team that has gone the limit with the best of them, and come
out on top. And if you can beat them tonight, you can have a tag title
shot at Hardcore Holiday. So here are your opponents...Lance and
Storm, the Future!

JL: What?

AR: Why didn't I see that coming?

Lance throws the mic down. The Future sprint down to the ring. They
slide in and right away begin exchanging punches with Pawel and Igor
as the referee calls for the bell to officially start the match!

JL: Well it looks like this is official! The Future versus The
Russians in a non-title match, and if The Russians can win, they get a
tag title shot at Hardcore Holiday!

AR: I hope Lance and Paul know what they're doing.

Lance backs Pawel into the ropes. He backs up some and runs, taking
Pawel over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline! Lance
manages to stay in the ring. He turns around to find Igor chopping
Paul repeatedly across the chest with his massive forearm. Lance runs
over and jumps on Igor, hooking on a sleeper hold of sorts. Igor
struggles around, trying to toss Lance off of his back. Paul runs off
of the ropes and hits a dropkick to Igor's legs, sending the Russian
crashing down face first to the mat! Lance , now sitting on Igor's
back, turns the sleeper into a camel clutch. The referee tells Paul to
leave the ring. Paul begins arguing with the ref. This distraction
allows Pawel to roll back into the ring, run off of the ropes, and
catch Lance with a leg lariat that breaks the camel clutch! Pawel
begins stomping on Lance repeatedly, as Igor rolls out of the ring.

JL: Pawel working over Lance now.

AR: Did you see that? There was no tag! Igor should still be in there!

JL: I don't think Igor was ever technically the legal man.

AR: Excuses, excuses. You're an excuser.

Pawel grabs Lance's right arm and pulls him up. The Russian twists
Lance's arm around, leaving the tag champion in noticeable pain. Pawel
pulls down hard on the twisted arm. Lance taps his shoulder a few
times, trying to help the blood flow down to his fingers. Pawel twists
the arm around again, causing even more agony for the champion. Lance
grabs Pawel's ear and begins pulling on it. This causes Pawel to
release his hold on the right arm. Lance runs off of the ropes. He
goes for a clothesline, but Pawel ducks under. Lance bounces off the
ropes again. This time, as he comes running back, Pawel takes him over
with an arm drag! Pawel once again has hold of Lance's right arm, this
time in an arm bar on the mat. Lance tries to reach the ropes with his
feet, but finds himself too far away. Pawel pulls back on the arm
some, extending it out as far as possible for added agony. Pawel pulls
Lance up once again, still holding onto the arm. He tags Igor in. Igor
steps into the ring and hits a headbutt to Lance. Lance drops to the
mat as Pawel still has hold of his arm. The referee begins a five
count for Pawel to exit the ring. Pawel extends Lance's right arm on
the mat. He holds it in place as Igor climbs up to the middle rope in
the corner. Igor jumps down and a leg drop, landing directly on
Lance's arm!

JL: Good God! That's two hundred and sixty-five pounds crashing down
on Lance's arm! That's sure to tear your forarmulus humourous!

AR: Your what?

JL: You know, it's a part of the arm.

AR: You just made that up, didn't you?

JL: Yeah.

AR: Dumbass.

Lance writhes around in pain, holding his right arm. Pawel steps out
of the ring, into the corner. Lance begins crawling towards his
corner. Paul stands on the bottom rope, anticipating his partner's
tag. Igor stands over Lance, simply watching as he makes a pathetic
effort to get over to the corner. Reaching down, Igor grabs hold of
Lance's tights, pulling them back enough to give the ladies in the
audience a reason to scream out in excitement. Igor pulls Lance up to
his feet. Lance fixes his tights. Igor Irish whips Lance into the
ropes. As Lance runs back, Igor goes for a clothesline. Lance ducks
under, bounces off of the ropes again, and goes for a clothesline of
his own on Igor! But Lance, clearly not thinking ahead, uses his right
arm for the clothesline. Igor doesn't budge, but Lance stands
screaming in pain and holding his right arm! Igor punches Lance hard
in the head. Lance falls to the mat, but right away gets back up. He's
met with another right hand, sending him crashing to the mat again.
Lance gets back to his feet yet again. Igor greets him with a big
elbow to the head! Lance drops to the mat and lays stunned. Igor runs
off of the ropes and hits a huge leg drop across Lance's chest! The
Russian goes for the cover, hooking Lance's leg, and getting the
1-2-NO! Paul runs in and stomps down on Igor before the referee can
count the 3!

JL: I thought it was over for sure!

AR: Oh man, me too. If Paul didn't have cat like reflexes, well I
don't even want to think about what that would mean.

The ref yells at Paul to get out of the ring. Paul listens, but not
for long. He goes over to the timekeeper and throws him to the floor.
Paul grabs his chair and folds it. He also grabs one of the tag title
belts. Paul slides the chair into the ring. The referee instantly
notices this. He grabs the chair and takes it out of the ring. At the
same time, behind the ref's back, Paul slides into the ring and nails
Igor with the belt to the head! Igor stumbles backwards but doesn't
fall. Pawel tries to enter the ring to help his partner, but the
referee runs over to stop him! As the referee deals with Pawel, Paul
lands a second shot to Igor's head with the gold! This time, Igor
falls backwards to the mat! Paul throws the belt to the side of the
ring and steps back out to his corner. Pawel also steps back to his
corner. The referee notices both Igor and Lance down on the mat. He
begins counting both guys down. As he counts, Lance and Igor crawl
slowly towards their corners.

JL: Both of these guys need the tag now. Who's going to get it?

AR: Lance! He has to! Come on!

Lance reaches his corner and tags in Paul. Into the ring runs Paul. He
charges across the ring to try and stop Igor from getting the tag. But
it's too late, as the Russian tags Pawel in! Quickly Pawel runs into
the ring and delivers a series of hard chops across Paul's chest!
Pawel grabs Paul around the waist and tries to lift him for a German
suplex. But Paul blocks the move. Paul reverses around Pawel and grabs
hold of his waist. He lifts Pawel up and hits a German suplex! Both
guys are quick to get back to their feet. Paul runs off of the ropes.
He goes for a flying forearm shot, but at the same time, Pawel jumps
up for a dropkick that connects! Paul hits the mat hard! He lays
motionless as Pawel walks over to the corner and climbs to the top.
Pawel dives off and hits a flying headbutt! Paul writhes from the
impact of the move! Pawel covers Paul for the 1-2-NO! Lance breaks the
count! Pawel stands up and goes to punch Lance. The co-tag champion
blocks the punch with his right arm, which of course ends up being a
bad idea as it causes more pain for Lance's hurting arm! As Lance
holds his arm in pain, Igor runs over and clotheslines Lance with such
velocity that Lance spins in the air before hitting the mat!

JL: Good God! Igor nearly took Lance out of his shoes!

AR: Oh my lord!

As the ref checks on Lance, Paul grabs the title belt he threw to the
side earlier. Paul turns around and nails Pawel with the belt! Pawel
falls to the mat! Paul throws the belt out of the ring. As Paul turns
back around, Igor grabs him and takes him over with a T-Bone suplex!
Paul is left down on the mat! Igor climbs up to the middle rope. He
jumps off with a big splash on the champ! Igor rolls out of the ring,
as Pawel crawls over and covers Paul. The referee counts the 1-2-3!

RING ANNOUNCER – The winners of the match, The Russians!

JL: Pawel and Igor did it!

AR: Damn. Just damn. That's it. It's over. Lance and Paul might as
well just give them the belts.

JL: I doubt they'll do that.

AR: Well they might as well!

Scout walks out onto the stage.

JL: It's Scout...again!

AR: Lance and Paul have no chance. Dammit, no chance.

SCOUT – Alright, just so that there's no more confusion, let me make
it official. At Hardcore Holiday, The Russians will take on The Future
for the tag title! And Russians, since you guys won tonight's match,
you get to pick the gimmick! I'll give you some time to think about
it. But on December 6th, on the next Impact Xtreme, I'll expect to
hear your choice.

Scout leaves. Pawel and Igor exchange a look of content.

JL: The Russians get to pick the gimmick! Good God, what will their
sick minds come up with?

AR: Damn. Just damn.

JL: We'll be right back!


COMMERCIAL BREAK...


"Burning Angel" blasts through the speakers, as Heather Sever bursts
through the curtain and scampers to the ring. Her black face paint is
more intricate and nonsensical than usual. She gives fans dirty looks
along the way.

JL: Women's action here as Heather Sever takes on Phoenix. And last
week we saw Heather make her debut against the Women's Champion.

AR: I thought she fought Peaches?

JL: She did fight Peaches.

AR: But you said...wait.

JL: Peaches is the women's champion.

AR: No, Amanda is.

JL: No, Peaches is the champion.

AR: Then how come Amanda has a title?

JL: She bought that title herself!

AR: And it cost a lot too.

JL: Well one way or another, we will find out who the women's champion
is for sure at Hardcore Holiday, when Amanda takes on Peaches in a
ladder match!

AR: I still say it's nowhere near fair for the real Women's champion,
the Canadian Technician, Amanda Clark, to be in a ladder match.

JL: Well Amanda's the one that brought the second women's title in.
She brought the ladder match on herself!

AR: The hell she did!

"Seven Nation Army" plays as Phoenix appears at the top of the
entranceway to a warm welcome from the crowd. She's wearing a Psyklone
Tee underneath her purple singlet.

JL: And here comes Phoenix, who is pretty close with Psyklone.

AR: Close like a whip.

JL: What does that mean?

AR: Like you don't know.

JL: And speaking of Psyklone, earlier tonight we found out Psyklone
will take on Spindle at Hardcore Holiday in what's being called a
Nightmare Before Christmas match!

AR: That's gonna be brutal, for sure.

JL: The only way to win will be by putting your opponent through a
burning table. Shades of Flame versus Sue E. Cydal!

AR: And we all remember how that one turned out. Both ladies aren't
around anymore for a reason!

JL: It was that violent!

AR: Actually some people blame politics, but either way.

Phoenix slips under the bottom rope and stands to adjust her knee
brace. Heather jumps in place, shaking the entire ring. Phoenix
scoffs, making it clear she is not intimidated by Heather's tremendous
size advantage. The bell is rung. The two intense competitors approach
one another and stand face-to-face. Phoenix is significantly shorter
in height than Heather. She barely goes up to Sever's shoulders.
Phoenix starts the action with a swift kick to the outer thigh.
Heather shows no reaction, she stands motionless. Phoenix crisply
delivers a knee buster kick, now Heather bends down and acknowledges
the pain. Bouncing off the ropes, Phoenix charges in and attempts a
head-scissors takedown, but Heather catches her and executes a big
sidewalk slam. Heather stands over Phoenix and looks to the jeering
fans, she flexes her arms to further show off her immense strength.

JL: Heather is a behemoth.

AR: Ew! You mean she like walks around her house naked?

JL: Uh, no. That's a bohemian.

AR: Either way, ew.

Heather drops a leg across Phoenix's throat, then quickly spins for a
nonchalant cover. The ref counts 1 and already Phoenix kicks out.
Heather pulls Phoenix up to her feet, and takes her back down with a
snapmare using her long purple hair. Phoenix is dragged up again by
her hair. This time Heather wraps her massive arms around Phoenix's
slender waist, lifts her up, and spikes her into the canvas with a
huge belly-to-belly suplex. Heather stays on top for another pin
attempt, this time the count goes up to 2 before Phoenix gets her
shoulder up. Staring down at Phoenix in frustration, Heather pummels
her face with a series of open-handed palm strikes.

JL: Heather is unloading all over Phoenix's face right now!

AR: I hear she likes that.

JL: Oh stop it!

AR: Zing!

Back on their feet, Heather whips Phoenix into the ropes and takes her
down with a powerslam. She goes for another cover. 1-2-NO! Heather
punches herself in the forehead, seemingly frustrated with Phoenix's
toughness. The competitor once known as the Human Highlight Reel
slowly gets to her feet. Heather seizes her by the neck and executes a
chokeslam. While Phoenix is on the mat holding her throat, Heather
glares down and smiles at her weakened opponent. She tugs on Phoenix's
leg and drags her towards the corner. Heather ascends to the middle
rope, and takes a lot of time jumping up and down in anticipation of a
big Banzai Drop to crush Phoenix.

JL: If Heather hits this, Phoenix is finished!

AR: They'll be picking pieces of Phoenix out of the mat for months!

Heather springs off the middle rope for a Banzai Drop, but Phoenix
rolls out of the way to avoid the impact! With Heather on the mat for
the first time in this match, Phoenix quickly grabs hold of her
tree-trunk legs and applies a Lion Tamer submission hold. Phoenix
stretches Heather's lower extremities with all her might, but Sever is
able to reach the ropes and force a break. Phoenix releases the hold
and goes up to the second turnbuckle. As Heather climbs to her feet,
Phoenix wraps her arm below her chin, and flips forward to connect
with a perfect Diamond Dust. Phoenix covers Heather. The ref counts
1-2-NO! Without any wasted motion, Phoenix gracefully pounces to her
feet and runs towards the ropes. She effortlessly leaps to the third
rope and springboards back to perform a Swandive Shiki. Not yet
satisfied, Phoenix foregoes a cover on Heather and heads to the top
rope. She perches herself up, and flies into a skytwister press, her
Hong Kong Skyline! She lands directly on Heather, hooks the far leg,
and the ref counts 1-2-3!

RING ANNOUNCER – The winner of the match, Phoenix!

JL: Phoenix gets the win!

AR: Eh, she's a talented wrestler, I'll give her that...but she's no
Amanda Clark.

JL: It's coming up next folks. The match you've been waiting for. 411
versus Tyrant. Stay tuned!


COMMERCIAL BREAK...


"Move (Get Out The Way)" plays as 411, along with D Money, walks down
to the ring.

JL: Can you feel the electricity in the air?

AR: Sure, why not?

JL: 411 taking on Tyrant for the IPW-XFWL World Title! And since
September 20th, since 411 won his shot at the title, we've been
waiting for this one!

AR: Some of us have been waiting a lot longer. This is 411's first
shot at the world title. He's never fought for the belt before.

JL: You're right! And he has a former IPW world champion in his
corner, D Money.

AR: But then let's remember who he's fighting here. The first-ever two
time IPW-XFWL World Champion. The man who won the Ultimate Combat
Zone, beating out some of the best guys in this company to get the
belt.

JL: There's definitely no way to downplay the many successes Tyrant
has had in his career.

AR: Definitely not. Tyrant won his first world title just four months
after his debut. 411's been around for nearly two years and he's just
getting his first title shot now.

JL: It's going to be one heck of a battle. Tyrant has bled to keep
that belt before. He's not afraid of pushing the limits to win.

AR: And 411 wants the belt. He wants the money and respect that goes
along with it. Especially the money. And he's willing to do whatever
it takes to get that.

JL: Two men who simply want to win, and are willing to sacrifice
themselves in order to do it.

AR: It's gonna be something alright.

"The Ruiner" plays as IPW-XFWL World Champion Tyrant, along with Joey
Gots, walks to the ring.

JL: Here comes the champion, along with Joey Gots. And we simply can't
ignore the outside factors of this match.

AR: Oh yeah. You've got D Money out there with 411. And Joey out there
with Tyrant.

JL: Both guys want to see their guy win and will likely get involved,
if need be, to see it happen.

AR: And then there's the threat not already out here.

JL: I take it you're talking about Juggaø and Thryce.

AR: Well I wasn't talking about the wind.

JL: Juggaø wants nothing more then to take down Joey Gots and Tyrant
in the process.

AR: And then there's 411 and Juggaø, who on the surface don't seem to
have a problem, but then again sometimes things aren't as they seem.

JL: You have a point there.

AR: Just remember, the guy who spent a month trying to take out 411
because Joey paid him, Everest, is now on Juggaø's team. There's
something not kosher about that.

Tyrant and 411 stand in the center of the ring. The referee feels up
411 for weapons, patting down his legs and arms to make sure he's
clean. 411 stares intensely at the champion as the referee frisks him.
Once he finishes with the challenger, the referee turns to the
champion. He pats Tyrant down the same way, looking for any foreign
objects. Tyrant smiles at 411, giving him a wink. The referee finishes
and brings the two guys eye to eye in the center of the ring. He
explains the rules to two competitors, warning them that he wants a
clean fight. The referee advises both men to go to separate corners
and wait for the bell. They walk over to different corners and wait.
The referee holds the IPW-XFWL World Title belt up in the air for the
crowd to see. He then signals for the bell.

JL: And here we go! 411 versus Tyrant!

AR: The War To Settle The Score!

JL: Where'd you get that from?

AR: Well every major match has some sort of nickname. If that one
doesn't work for you, we can use another.

Tyrant and 411 circle each other around the ring. The two men move in
and connect with an elbow to collar lock up. 411 quickly backs Tyrant
into the corner. The referee rushes over and calls for a break. 411
moves his arms away from the champion. Tyrant, never one to let an
opportunity go to waste, hits a closed fist to 411's face! 411
stumbles backwards some. Tyrant walks over and punches 411 a few times
more. 411 stands up straight and stares right at the champ. Tyrant
punches 411 again, but the challenger doesn't budge. The Champion goes
for another punch, but this time 411 blocks it! Tyrant tries again,
but 411 stops it! 411 punches Tyrant! He hits him a second time! And a
third! 411 finishes off by hitting an elbow to the head, sending
Tyrant to the mat! 411 screams out with excitement, leading the fans
to join along. Tyrant slides out of the ring to collect himself. Joey
runs over and talks some to the champ.

JL: Tyrant outside now, obviously trying to come up with another plan
here. He has to know 411 is ready for just about anything here!

AR: Definitely. And I think Tyrant's ready for anything to. The
question is which one of these guys will deliver something the other
simply isn't ready for?

411 walks over to the ropes and holds them open, motioning with his
hand for Tyrant to come back into the ring. Tyrant, annoyed, walks to
another side of the ring and climbs up to the apron. Tyrant wipes his
feet and places one leg into the ring. 411 goes to run over, but
Tyrant yells for the referee to keep the challenger at bay. The
referee listens, holding 411 back. Tyrant steps fully into the ring.
411 charges over and begins punching the champion repeatedly. He Irish
whips Tyrant into the ropes. As Tyrant bounces off and runs back, 411
catches him with a huge mafia kick! Tyrant hits the mat hard, but gets
back to his feet. He stumbles backwards into the corner. 411 runs over
and hits a clothesline! With the champion dazed, 411 climbs up to the
middle corner. Standing over Tyrant now, 411 screams out "y'all know
how to count, right?" and begins punching him repeatedly! With each
fist, the crowd counts along! 411 reaches 10! He then begins biting
Tyrant's forehead! After gnawing at the champ for a moment, 411 jumps
down and begins being scolded by the referee. Tyrant walks out of the
corner and drops down face first to the mat!

JL: 411 biting Tyrant!

AR: Man, I know they say it's a dog eat dog world, but that was
ridiculous!

JL: And right now the champion is simply in bad shape!

AR: You'd be in bad shape too if somebody bit you! Geeze.

411 walks over to Tyrant, who crawls backwards into the corner. The
Big F'N Deal begins punching Tyrant repeatedly in his forehead. 411
pulls Tyrant up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Tyrant catches the
top rope, pulls himself down, and slides out of the ring. He walks
back and forth on the outside, catching his breath. 411, in no mood to
wait, steps out of the ring and runs over to Tyrant, catching him with
a flying forearm to the face! 411 pulls Tyrant back up and throws him
head first into the steel ring post! Tyrant spins around from the
impact! He hits the floor and lays motionless for a moment. The
referee yells at 411 to get back into the ring. At the same time, Joey
Gots sneaks up behind 411. Joey goes to strike, but 411 turns to him
before he's successful! Joey's eyes widen as he becomes the proverbial
deer caught in the headlights. As 411 focuses on the owner of the
company, Tyrant crawls over to him. Blood pours down the side of
Tyrant's face. The champion quickly hits a low blow to the challenger!

JL: Oh wait a second!

AR: Waiting.

JL: Joey Gots getting involved here! And the champion with a low blow!

AR: Hey, Tyrant had to do something. 411 bit him! Once you bite
somebody, nothing's sacred anymore.

D Money tries to go over and help 411, but the referee jumps out of
the ring and stops him! With the ref distracted, Tyrant grabs the ring
bell and nails 411 directly in the head! The Big F'N Deal falls to the
floor! Suddenly the challenger is in Big F'N Trouble! Tyrant rolls
back into the ring and raises his arms. The crowd answers this with a
series of boos. The referee goes back into the ring. He notices 411 on
the floor outside. The ref begins counting 411 out. D Money and Joey
Gots stand on opposite sides of the ring. They exchange a deadly stare
between the ropes. The referee reaches 4 as a bloody 411 uses the ring
skirt to pull himself up. 411 rolls back into the ring, leaving a
trail of red along the way. Tyrant runs over and begins stomping on
411 repeatedly. He pulls 411 up and takes him over with a Northern
Lights Suplex. Tyrant sets 411 in a sitting position. The champion
runs and flips down over 411's neck, snapping it forward to cause some
damage.

JL: Tyrant working on the neck now. Probably trying to soften 411 up
for Ultra Violence.

AR: You hurt a guy's neck and you have him at your mercy. That's just
a fact.

Tyrant stands over 411 and twists his neck with his hands. Blood pours
down 411's face, dropping into a puddle of crimson on the mat. Tyrant
pulls Tyrant up and Irish whips him into the ropes. 411 runs back and
ducks under a clothesline attempt. He bounces off of the ropes again
and comes back with a crossbody attempt, but Tyrant catches 411! In
Tyrant's arms and at his mercy, 411 tries to struggle free. Tyrant
hits a fall-away slam on the challenger! Tyrant stands up over 411 and
drops down quickly with an elbow to the chest. He covers 411 for the
1-2-NO! 411 kicks out with some authority. Tyrant stands up and walks
over to the corner. Joey Gots runs over and appears to hand the
champion something! D Money notices this and runs over to shove Joey
to the floor! The fans cheer as the referee yells at D Money to get
away!

JL: I think Joey Gots handed Tyrant a weapon!

AR: All I saw was D Money having the nerve to put his hands on the
boss! And here I thought D Money was a smart man.

JL: Hey, D Money's out here to help 411, and part of doing that is by
keeping Joey Gots from helping Tyrant!

AR: Yeah, it makes sense, I'm not denying that. But still, D Money
shouldn't touch the boss! You don't cross the boss!

With the referee's back turned, Tyrant takes the weapon, a pair of
brass knuckles, and places them on his hand. He walks over to 411 and
swings at him with the weapon. 411 ducks! He lands a swift super kick
straight to the champion's jaw! Tyrant is out on the mat! 411 drops
down and covers the champ! The referee turns around, runs over, and
counts the 1-2-NO! Tyrant gets his shoulder up! 411 sits up looking
completely shocked. Half of his face fits that crimson mask
description often thrown out in situations like these. 411 stands up
and pulls Tyrant to his feet. After a few forearm shivers to the face,
411 whips Tyrant into the ropes. As Tyrant runs back, he catches 411
with a swinging neckbreaker! 411 lays in a heap on the mat, holding
his neck! Tyrant struggles to slowly get to his feet. He pulls 411 up
and takes him into a side headlock. This doesn't last long, however,
as 411 shoves Tyrant off. 411 runs off of the ropes. As he comes back,
Tyrant catches him in a sleeper hold! 411 begins trying to struggle
free, but Tyrant has it locked in tight!

JL: Good God! Tyrant has a sleeper hold! And 411's fading fast!

AR: Come on 411! Tap like your name's Sammy David Jr.!

JL: There's no way 411 will tap! But with the loss of blood, he could
very well pass out!

AR: Tap, pass out, it's all the same to me! Just lose you sumbitch!

411 drops down to one knee! His blood pours over Tyrant's arm. 411
swings his arms around, trying to fight free. He's unsuccessful. 411
falls to a sitting position on the mat! Tyrant tightens the sleeper
hold even more. 411's eyes drop shut. The referee runs over and looks
at the challenger. He lifts 411's arm up and watches as it drops down.
The referee screams out "one!" He lifts 411's arm again. Back down it
falls. "Two!" The referee lifts the arm a third time. He releases it
and watches as it plummet's down towards the canvas. The referee's
lips open, the word three ready to jump from his mouth. Suddenly,
411's arm stops in mid air! The crowd explodes with cheers as 411
begins shaking his arm wildly. He gets up on one knee. Tyrant still
has the sleeper hold on. 411 gets to his feet. He lands an elbow to
Tyrant's gut! And a second! 411 grabs Tyrant and whips him into the
ropes. Tyrant runs back and goes for a clothesline. 411 also goes for
a clothesline. The two collide at the same time! Both guys hit the
mat!

JL: Both men are down!

AR: You think?

JL: And we need to take a break! Stay tuned!  
 

COMMERCIAL BREAK...


Tyrant and 411 stumble up to their feet. They walk to the center of
the ring and begin exchanging hard right hands!

JL: Welcome back fans! 411 and Tyrant both still have something left
in the tank!

AR: And even if they didn't, they would still continue on fumes alone!
Neither guy is giving up without giving it their all plus ten!

411 lands a knee to Tyrant's gut! He takes Tyrant and whips him
towards the corner. Tyrant hits the corner with great velocity! He
flips over the corner and lands standing on the ring apron! Tyrant
runs to the other corner. He climbs up to the top rope and dives down
with a double axe handle towards 411. But the Big F'N Deal sees the
champ coming and lands a fist to Tyrant in mid air! The champion flips
and lands on his back! 411 drops down across Tyrant's bleeding
forehead with a knee! He scrapes the knee back and forth across
Tyrant's face, causing the blood to flow even more. 411 grabs Tyrant's
legs, positions himself, and performs a catapult, sending the champion
crashing into the corner! Tyrant's head hits the post! He stumbles out
of the corner. 411 hits a dropkick to Tyrant's back, sending him
crashing into the corner again! Tyrant stumbles out, and the game of
human pinball continues as 411 hits a forearm to the back of Tyrant's
head, causing him to fall back into the turnbuckles!

JL: Tyrant a bloody mess here!

AR: This isn't right. It isn't right!

JL: 411 appears to be getting his second wind here, while the precious
life plasma flows freely from Tyrant's forehead!

AR: Whoa! You almost earned your paycheck with that last sentence
there Joe.

411 takes Tyrant to the mat with a side suplex! He stands up and
stomps down on Tyrant a few times. 411 pulls Tyrant up and lifts him
into a Samoan Drop. He hits the move, sending Tyrant crashing to the
mat! 411 sits on top of Tyrant and punches him about a dozen times,
opening the wound on his forehead even further. 411 stands up and
pulls Tyrant into a piledriver set up. He lifts Tyrant up and spikes
him to the mat, sending the champion crashing down directly on his
head! Tyrant lays motionless on the mat. Joey Gots holds his head
outside of the ring, clearly regretting what just happened. 411
screams out "we gonna do the damn thing!" The fans cheer accordingly.
He pulls Tyrant up and lifts him backwards on his back for the
Spinechoppa! 411 holds the position, allowing blood to pour down out
of Tyrant's head and into a puddle on the mat. 411 drops down, sending
Tyrant's neck and shoulders slamming into the canvas! Tyrant lays
motionless! 411 covers him. The referee counts the 1-2-NO! Joey grabs
the referee and pulls him out of the ring!

JL: Dammit! Joey needs to get the hell away from ringside!

AR: And who's gonna tell him that? You?

The referee argues with Joey over his actions. D Money runs over and
nails Joey from behind with a forearm to the back! D Money slams
Joey's head into the side of the ring! Joey falls to the floor. D
Money yells at the referee "do your job!" The referee rolls back into
the ring. 411 covers Tyrant again. The ref counts the 1-2-NO! Tyrant
gets his shoulder up! 411, clearly annoyed, stands up and rolls out of
the ring. 411 grabs the chair on the floor and slides back into the
ring with it. The referee warns 411 not to use the chair. 411 throws
the chair down to the mat. Tyrant runs, shoves the referee out of the
way, and kicks 411 in the gut! He takes 411 into the set up for the
ace crusher, but 411 shoves the champion off! Tyrant stumbles forward
and collides with the referee! The two men bump heads, leaving the
referee down on the mat, and Tyrant stumbling backwards. 411 grabs
Tyrant around the waist. He goes for a German suplex, but instead
Tyrant lands a mule kick! 411 falls into the ropes, holding his groin
after the low blow. Tyrant stumbles over to the chair and lifts it up.
He goes to hit 411 with it, but the Big F'N Deal ducks! At the same
time, D Money climbs up to the ring apron, just in time to be met with
the chair shot to the cranium! D Money falls to the floor outside!
Tyrant turns back to 411 and nails him across the face with the chair!

JL: Good God! That's got to be it!

AR: 411 brought the chair into the ring and now he's paying the price!
See that kids, that's why crime is bad!

Tyrant drops down on 411, covering him, but the referee is still down!
Tyrant walks over and checks on the official. The crowd explodes with
cheers as JuggaØ comes out of the crowd and slides into the ring!
JuggaØ grabs the chair and stands waiting for Tyrant to turn. Once
Tyrant does, JuggaØ delivers a shot to the head that would make Mick
Foley cringe! Tyrant falls unconscious to the mat! His chest pumps up
and down as he struggles for air! JuggaØ throws the chair aside and
exits the ring. 411 slowly crawls towards his fallen opponent. He
drapes one arm across Tyrant's chest. The referee, having finally come
to, lifts his arm up and counts 1! He follows that up by counting 2!
The referee lifts his hand a third time and slowly drives it to the
mat for the-NO! Joey Gots, getting to his feet on the outside, pulls
the referee out of the ring again! As Joey and the referee argue,
JuggaØ slides back into the ring with the chair. He runs across the
ring and tries to hit Joey from the inside! The referee right away
sees this and decides he has lost full control of the match! He
signals for the bell!

JL: The referee is throwing this match out!

AR: That means Tyrant retains the belt! Yes! My faith in God is
restored!

JL: I don't believe this! 411 had the win! He had the title!

AR: That's the way the cookie crumbles!

JL: Damn Joey Gots! He did this!

AR: Actually, it seems to me JuggaØ's the reason the referee called
for the bell. So if you're gonna blame anybody, it's the really white
British dude!

JL: Whatever it is, I assure you this isn't over yet! Not by a long
shot!

AR: Hey all I know is one man is leaving here tonight with the
IPW-XFWL World Title, and that's Tyrant!

JL: We have to go, tune in Thanksgiving Thursday for IPW-XFWL Stuff
This, a recap of the best matches and moments from the past few
months! Until then, goodnight!

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