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Maddix you BITCH, this means I know have to review Rando's match without question. Thank you very much man

I feel like I should be having a very large trip while reading that promo. Good work man.

Please, as a Brummie I'd be land locked if it wasn't for the fact this city as more canals than Venice. And chalk me up for the pasty white, burns super fast club. Being ginger doesnt help that. Anyway, back to the crammed writings.

But really, if there anything Jerry Lynn hasn't used yet?

Fantastic promo Tom. Nice hype that isn't an advert. And addressing a few real issues of what you're shooting for. Ah, it also helps that it plays PERFECTLY into my plan for the PPV match. Mwahahahaha. I've said before: We will walk through the valleys of shadows and dust to come out bathed in fire and blood. \m/

Yep, the Blockbuster broke a rib in Sid and punchtured his lung I think.

How about Steiner breaking out his Blockbuster (Standing Moonsault FallAway Slam) on Sid?

The tackle into the corner followed out with a Northern Lights is decent. It sort of goes along the same lines as the Chaos Therory.

Edwin, you want tickets to Birmingham New Street, and we can grab in the members of the SWF Brit Clique for a meet up and beatdown.

The promo owns man. It's brilliant build to the PPV. Good work as ever. Speaking of which, I need to do my own build up promo.

Well WC, my MATCH won, doesn't say that Dace Night won that match though.

MAIN EVENT SINGLES MATCH WORLD TITLE BOUT "Deathwish" Danny Williams© vs Janus© Right down the middle here on pride terms. I presume Janus is finished by now. He'll take it by a hair. CANADIAN DEATH MATCH BEST-OF-FIVE SERIES, MATCH FIVE OF FIVE Dace Night (2) vs "The Superior One" Tom Flesher (2) I have nothing to say. IRON MAN MATCH USJL TITLE BOUT Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix© vs Alan Clark Maddix all the way. MASKED MAN MYSTERY MATCH FIVE WOUNDS GAUNTLET The Masked Man vs Aecas, David Blazenwing, Ace Lezaire, Insane Luchador and... Ebony? I think TMM will write a winner. LAST MAN STANDING Nathaniel Kibagami vs Toxxic Toxxic to keep recieving the god push. CASINO FLOOR BRAWL TAG TEAM TITLES BOUT Hollywood Boulevard© vs Crow & "The Notorious" John Duran The tag champs retain against the whacky team. CAGE MATCH CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE BOUT Johnny Dangerous© vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins I've gotta go with Spike to finall make his mark. SINGLES MATCH Munich vs Jay Dawg Munich as he gets back on form. SINGLES MATCH Ced Ordonez vs Ryan Dustin Dustin to really kick things off for himself. I'll go with Ced to win.

Yes, yes I'm still commenting, dont worry. I bet some people just read my comments rather than the show somtimes. No opening affair this time, just straight into the opening match up. Nice opening gag about Tryst, nice line. Fast and frantic to start, off. Blockig the rana to the slingshot of the ropes is a nice crusier spot to use. I think Munich is still shaking off some rust, a little clumped together, but the action is decent. General spotty crusier stuff, lots of going to the outside and back and forth action. It's slowly adding in more detail and flow than his first match back, but still feels a clunky almost. Probably like my writing does as well. Match number two: The Insane One up against Blazenwing. My god IL's writing again! Blazenweing makes a sort run at IL's head to try and taken the bigger man only, only to get out paced in an odd twist to the norm. But Blazenwing gets back incontrol and goes straight back to the head in a nice little flow. Even more headwork, then IL gets over as the nutter he his, fightingb back with headbutts. Only works because of the character. Drop Toe Hold onto the ropes it s nice different stop to keep IL's offence following without doing anything two major that would affect his head. Sudden finish, but it's a nice spot, and winning by count out worked better thab just dragged him in for the pin. Match three now: As ever, everyone gets pimped out in the opening because we're such a great and caring fed. I think Spike is putting himself over just a tiny bit in this match, heh. Spike gets lucky early on and takse Liston out quickly to take it down to three man. Fair enough, not the easist match to write. I do like the little touch where Spike recovers and just sits there, letting Crow tap out, rarely seen thing that. Even if it is heelish. And then it kicks off into real action with Spike and Todd going back and froth, good line with the Rolling Elbow as well. Spike gets his ass handed to him in a string of near falls for a little heat segemnt (no it isn't a tag match) before he fights back with a really close fall. Really fancy end spot from Spike, with the Chaos Theory rolled into a Cattle Mutilation. Actually makes him look good, shock! Match Four: I think Danny's going for just a little humour heading into this one. Which is good, playing up the TMM character rather thatn just steam rolling through him in a normal match. Having TMM meet Williams head on in wrestling and come out ontop to start with also works to put him over, going head to heard with the champ breifly. And even Danny is getting in on the act with Bobby's huge Flesher Fetish. I have no ideas where the pulling down of the pants came from, but it's brilliant anyway. And it leads straight into a heated rage from Danny, but it swerves staright back into comedy, nice one. And that still carries on when Danny makes a cover and it actually costs him in pin fall. Comedy and psychology, what an odd mix but it works. And Danny keeps up the comedy, even as the action real starts to heat up and he stills puts TMM over as well. Even that La Magistral Cradle isnt going to work this time. And Danny finally gets the win with the Powerbomb. That's was odd but really good. Seemless move from comedy to the real match as well as butting TMM over really well, not being able to beat him with the usual technical roll ups. Nice. ICTV Title title. Janus, damn you and making dodgy signs about Dace and Flesher. Damn you boy (well man)! Selling continuarity but what's new from this fed. Johnny's going after the leg, but he has to fight to take the big man down to really get a chance to work his leg. Johnny almost gets blasted early on, aven even after he fights back from being Dragon Suplex, he's more stunned than Janus is from the blow to the leg and he gets crushed again (but the faces dont always gave it easy). Janus gets lazy and busts out the elbow giant eblow drop pin...my god. The balance is set out between Janus's power and his toughness, even after the leg work from early matches. On the other side is Johnny speed and ablity to strike at Janus' weak leg. Dangerous makes all the usal struggling face come backs, hitting Janus' knee to escape all the big moves, but he's slower and slower to get up each time as Janus wears him down. The image of Janus using the Rolling Lariat is just SCARY, but Johnny dodges and goes back to the knee to save himself. Massive MI Slam to the floor, making it look like Dangerous might win, but the time to get him back in it long enough for Janus to recover and kick out. But as Johnny tries to carry on his offence run from the Cross Kneebreaker, he's trying to do a crush wave on a mountain and the mountain crushes back to kill him. Promo time: Bwahahaha at TMM's actions, and it seems no one in the fed is safe from having their sexual actions questioned these days (but hey, don't roids cause certain areas to strink anyway?) Just a classic little number and a great way to announce the ppv match. Dark match: Great Pepsi Max pimping and the Botox joke is fantastic as well. Man, we're having so many Dark Matches these days, it's almost tradition. We should start booking them on the card, with like 2K limits. This is just Maddix showing off, and just another way to hype up the Iron Man Match at the ppv. Hey, it gets him going in lookinc strong so it's all good. More Promoing: Nice to see the bad guys can't get along. Really cutting and feels pretty real two. Nice number and helps to put over both Flesher's and Toxxic's plans for the PPV. Main Even Six Man Tag Team Goodness: (Y) @ the fingerpoke of doom joke in the intros. Dustin and Ace go in to play of their SWF debut match up. Going back and forth like the crusierweights they are. Dustin ends up in enemy land and starts to get worked over. Of course, when Toxxic comes in and pins him, he breaks off to star Kibagami down, just showing even single bit of tension that has been building between the two. Flesher uses the wealth of get expereince to get the upperhand over Dustin and it's only luck that lets Dustin escape and tag out to Kibagami, who evens up the odds. Almost odd to see the faces getting a short run in their corner, buth with what's going on between all these guys it does work, and it's there to work up build to the ppv, so it needs that meaning all the more. Flesher gets his arm worked over in the corner by Kibagami (makes a note for his match) Kibagami falls foul of a low blow, but so fittingly, Toxxic doesn't get tagged in, just showing the rift between the heels. Hmmm, Allison and Jet getting it on, I'd ALMOST day to see that (but Kayin and Serena is so much better) Kibagam is paying from price for his run in the corner as he gets worked over. Toxxic sneaking up into the face corner and ranaing Dustin off the apron while Dace argues with the ref is a fantastic spot, it's a really, really neat heel move. The Backdrop Driver combo back and the double count is another great touch to set up Toxxic/Kibagami in last man standing. Dace just gets to pull off a fighting crush rush on Flesher to almost take him down, but the heel team brings in the chair. And a brilliant heel rush ending, Toxxic and Ace take out Dace and Kibs after Dustin gets caught by Ace again and Flesher just chokes him out. Pretty good 6 man tag and works up both matches for the ppv. Good job. Ending promo: Short and mine of course. But know we (offical) know the final of the best of five and it's going to be brutal. Good job people, let's just keep all the balls rolling into the PPV ok? Good good.

Yes, you have to write 5 matches.

As we come back from commercial break at the Gund Arena, in Cleveland, Ohio, the crowd is already chanting. They know, just like everyone else, what's about to go down. SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... “Ladies and gentlemen, The following contest is a six man tag-" SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... “And is tonights' MAIN EVENT!” RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! “Introducing first, weighing in tonight, at a combined weight of seven hundred and forty-one pounds...” Up on the Smarkstron, a familiar excerpt from the Art of War appears: ]Of old the skilled first made themselves invincible to await the enemy’s vincibility. Invincibility lies in oneself. Vincibility lies in the enemy. Thus the skilled can make themselves invincible. They cannot cause the enemy’s vincibility. Thus it is said, “Victory can be known. It cannot be made.” -the Sun-Tzu, Chapter Four.” SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... The distortion hits, and the arena lights up – every available spotlight is trained on the entrance ramp. White blasts of pyrotechnics streak up, down, across the arena, back and forth along the ramp, sending sparks spiraling everywhere. The Smarkstron flickers one final time, and the image changes – the burning ankh, gigantic, red, consumed by flames, towers over the audience, three stories tall... and the first line of the song echoes out over the crowd. Today, the warning came in the floooooooood... "Cover your eyes, Comet!" shouts Riley, in a squeaky voice. A final burst of white pyro shoots up from the center of the entrance ramp, temporarily blinding the audience to the curtains behind. The effect is not as powerful in the wide-open arena, but it still blinds the audience long enough for Nathaniel Kibagami -- flanked by Dace Night and Ryan Dustin -- to come striding through the sparks, and stand atop the stage. "The team of, the Real Deal, Horrorcore, and the Silent One... RYAN DUSTIN, DACE--" Fuckin'!! "--NIGHT, and NATHANIEL KIBAGAMI!!" The river dragon has come – souls wash away... The earth has spoken, and taken them to their graaaaaaves... The trio makes their way to ringside as the song continues, Dustin trailing behind Kibagami, while Night quickens his pace, and slides into the ring with practiced ease. Nathan takes his time, using the ring steps to enter, while Ryan climbs the turnbuckle to the right of them. Kibagami goes up the turnbuckles for his crucifix pose, while a now posing Dace, and Dustin mug for the wave of flashing light-bulbs. The Real Deal does his tradition flip inside the ring, garnering a nice reaction, as Kibagami's music fades... "CYCLOOOOOONE Comet, here, with Robert Riley, folks--and tonight something is definitely in the air. The crowd can feel it and so can I. Robert, this match could be one heck of a contest!" "It could be, Comet. It will be--not only because Tom Flesher's involved, but because Tom Flesher's going to win tonight! Tom Flesher doesn't EVER lose! He's superman!" "Then why is his best of five series tied at two? I'd say, Dace Night, could just be Tom's kryptonite." "Yeah, he's the red kind that pisses Tom off and makes him kick even more ass than the norm." Comet stares at Riley aghast. "Fiend, never use comic book trivia against me to make a point! I'll admit, I don't know what their final match at the Pay-per-view will be, but Dace Night, can win it. He can win it, just like he's won two out of the four other matches they've had!" “And their opponents…” says Funyon, as the Lostprophets’ familiar beat flows throughout the arena. And the fans, now sure just who's on their way to ringside, begin... 'Prepare To Be Proved Wrong!' SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... The chant is overwhelming, and you can barely hear the heavy guitars of “We Still Kill The Old Way” kick in, as the signature slogan of the former ICTV champion flashes up on the Smarktron, in jagged white letters on a black background. The picture then fades to footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the landing timed to coincide with the... ‘GO!’ BOOOM!! ...explosion of red pyro announcing that signals the arrival of the SWF's premier straight-edger! SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT... SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-LENT… "What the hell are these fans thinking--Kibagami and Toxxic are a powder keg, with a VERY short fuse in my opinion, and these cretins are provocing it! I just don't get it..." mumbles Bobby, not sure what to think, as Toxxic makes his way to the stage -- Jet in tow -- and the chants of his opponent name for 13th Hour, only grown louder. Oddly, he looks calm, on the exterior, while it's clear he's very upset at the level of volume the Silent chants have reached. "First, making his way to ringside--from Nottingham, England; weighing two hundred and eighteen pounds; accompanied to the ring by Jet, he is the Straight-Edge Sensation... TOXX-IIIC!!” "Bobby, I don't know either, but they pay to do whatever the want. I just can't help thinking that citizen Toxxic used that Dangerlust on citizen Rickmen, off the ladder and through a table, without much of a second thought... I don't know." Comet looks at the straight-edger and takes a breath. "I just don't know..." His music fades and Toxxic marches half-way down the ramp, until suddenly… BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Muse’s “Hyper Music” suddenly and alarmingly kicks up, and with each strike, a blinding flash strikes the arena! The song really kicks into gear, and Lezaire comes striding out, and confidence written on his face, proven with a sly grin. "Second--from Vancouver... British Columbia, Canada, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds... ACE LEEEEEEE--ZAIRRRRREEEE!" Charging down to the ring, as Toxxic is already climbing into the ring, like nothing else matters accept getting to Kibagami, Ace exchanges pleasantries with the fans nearby before sliding underneath the bottom rope ready to face his opponents. Dustin gives him a look that says we've been here before hand, then quickly turns to size up Toxxic in a 'picture frame'! Lezaire scowls slightly, as Toxxic dismisses him quickly by looking at the spot targeted and brushing his hand over it. "Toxxic isn't fooling around with Dustin tonight, Comet. He's here for business--the business of dropping Nathaniel Kibagami on his big, fat, head!" "I think," say Comet, with a deliberate pause. Clearly he has something he wants to say, but is trying to hold back. "I'll let that one go. But Robert, you have to wonder, will Ace Lezaire be ready for a main event match the calibre of this one? This is a big match to throw a rookie into..." "What about Ryan Dustin? He didn't beat John Duran straight up like Ace did. Ace also won their singles match debut, didn't he. The Real Deal didn't get the job done. Will he be ready, Comet?" "That's a good point, Robert." says Comet, surprisingly sage-like. "It's been years since Dustin's been in a high profile match like this and the question isn't could he keep up, but will he keep up. Ring rust is always a factor, but Main Events are like riding a bicycle--" "--You end up falling on your head a lot?" Immediately, the fans boo as the lights go out. An explosion of blue pyro and smoke lights up the arena, and Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” begins to blare over the speakers! The smoke clears, and Tom Flesher walks out in his blue warm-up suit. Next to him is Allison Onita, dressed for spring in a blue button-down shirt and a matching knee-length skirt. She escorts him through the smoke and they walk forward together, fireworks going off in the background. As Allison escorts Flesher, the fans boo them both loudly. Flesher simply shoos them off with a flick of the wrist, and they enter the ring together. The pair strikes a pose, Flesher holding his chin and smirking, Onita curling up against him so close that it’s hard to tell where one stops and the other begins. Dace Night, meanwhile, looks on with disgust, but continues to talk strategy with Kibagami and Dustin. The music fades, and Funyon begins his announcement. “And finally, accompanied by Allison Onita… from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, he is the Superior One... TOM FLESSSSH--ER!!!” Flesher starts a golf clap for himself, not even really acknowledging his two partners yet, but the crowd doesn't really care and the boos come forth again. Looking annoyed, Flesher turns to Allison. She helps him out of his warm-up suit and slides out of the ring. Then, Tom stretches out, and as if his two partners finally matter, Flesher turns and talks to them. Dustin exits, and Kibagami adds some last words to their group conversation, before stepping through the ropes, as Dace, Flesher and Toxxic are left in the ring. Flesher bows out, to a 'pussy' chant and Toxxic gets ready to go toe-to-toe with the man who made Horrorcore. Waving his arms, Referee Hardcastle calls for the opening bell. Ding, Ding, Ding! Slowly inching forwards, the Straight Edger moves into the middle of the ring as Dace just stands their, waving on his fellow English man. Extending his hand, Dace reaches out for a lock up as Toxxic slowly moves in to except. Trying to tip the scales from the get go, Toxxic sends his left leg lashing out towards Dace Night’s mid section, but Dace drops his other arm and smoothly catches Toxxic’s leg. Tripping the Straight Edger down to the mat, Dace follows him down, dropping a knee into Toxxic’s ribs as the crowd lets out a small cheer. “Looks like all those matches with Tom Flesher have paid off for Citizen Dace and he’s not doing to get caught with anything like that,” Comet notes. “Unless it’s Flesher himself doing it, because he’s so much better still,” Riley sneers back. Scrambling back up to his feet, Toxxic backs away from Dace and shoots himself into the ropes, getting up a full head of steam as he races towards Dace. Faking a leap into the air, Toxxic watches as Dace spreads his arms for a catch, only to duck and slip behind Horrorcore, into a Rear Waistlock. Up in a split second, Dace easily powers out and into a Rear Waistlock of his own. Rather than trying to German the high flying punk, Night quick spins him around and drives a knee into Toxxic’s mid section, doubling him over. Locking on a quick Front Facelock, Dace drops back to the mat and spikes Toxxic down with a DDT, as the crowd lets out another small pop. Rolling to his feet, Dace drags the struggling Toxxic up by his arm and takes a full swing. Driving his forearm into Toxxic’s chest and driving him back down into the mat with a Lariat as the crowd starts to cheer even louder. “Toxxic isn’t having the luck he had against Dace in their singles match. This could be a bad sign for Team Flesher.” Muses Comet. “Yer, but they have youth on their side Comet. Dace, Kibagami and Dustin are all old guys pretty much. I’m surprised Dustin doesn’t have a zimmer frame and whiskey bottle combo with him.” Retorts Riley. Pointing across the ring to the River Dragon, Dace listens to the crowd explode as he points back down to the prone figure of Toxxic on the mat. Striding over to his corner, Dace reaches out and tags in the former world champion as Toxxic tries to dash across to his tag partners. SIIII-LENT! SIIII-LENT! A chorus of boos wells up as Toxxic tags out to Tom Flesher and flips off Kibagami as he exits the ring. Grunting in annoyance, The River Dragon stalks over to the middle of the ring to meet The Superior One Head on. Also extending his hands for a lock up, Flesher offers them out almost easily as Kibagami locks up with him in the middle of the ring. Not trusting Flesher for even a moment, Kibagami instantly drives a knee strike into his mid section before twisting around behind their Superior One into a Hammerlock. The crowd continues to cheer on Kibagami as he wrenches on Tom’s arm. “And Toxxic wants no part of Kibagami in this match it seems. So he’s letting Tom Flesher do his dirty work!” Yells Comet. “Toxxic’s never done any dirty work in this life Comet and you know that. And what dare you say that Flesher does any either.” Riley snaps back. Grunting for a moment. Flesher leans his weight forwards slightly and spins on his heels, easily out manoeuvring Kibagami and reversing the Hammerlock into one of his own. But before the boos can break into full force, the Silent One reaches back and wraps his arm around Flesher’s head. Dropping to his knees, Kibagami takes him over to the mat with a quick Snapmare. Popping back to his feet, Kibagami leans back and drills his boot into Flesher’s back with a kick that echoes around the arena. CRACK! CRACK! Hauling the Superior One to his feet, Kibagami launches him against the ropes at full speed, pausing for just a moment before racing after him. Raising his leg in the are, Kibagami looks to deliver a face smashing Yakuza Kick, but Tom Flesher has other ideas. Ducking the kick, Flesher spins around and drives himself into the back of Kibagami’s leg, taking him down to the mat with a Single Leg Pick. Climbing over the Silent One’s back into a Rear Waistmount, Flesher brings down a wave of jeers as he just slaps Kibagami around the back of his head. Twisting his body around, Flesher swings over Kibagami and drops to the mat infront of him, clamping on a perfect Front Facelock. “See that Comet, that’s real World Championship material. Flesher working all this real wrestling stuff, good job Dace Night isn’t in the ring right now to mess it up again,” Riley says. “I highly doubt even Tom Flesher is going to beat Citizen Kibagami with basic mat wrestling, whatever the match,” Comet says. Back peddling away form the ropes, Flesher drags Kibagami away from the ropes before slamming a Palm Strike into the back of his head, bringing up a fresh wave of boos from the crowd. Kicking his feet back, the Superior One hops his hips as he takes Kibagami’s whole weight over neck first with a Cement Mixer. In the corner, Toxxic and Ace clap on as Flesher takes control of the match. Leaving the Silent One clutching at his neck for a moment, Flesher slips behind him and drags Kibagami up into a Rear Waistlock, popping his hips again, Flesher snaps backwards and sends Kibagami crashing into the mat with a German Suplex. “German Suplex following the Cement Mixer! Citizen Flesher is trying to isolate Kibagami early on in this tag match and go after his neck.” Comet shouts. “Well, what else is he going to do, go after his fingers?” SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! Gold clapping himself for a brief moment, Flesher grabs Kibagami by the legs and drags him backwards across the ring, over into the corner with Ace and Toxxic. Holding Kibagami down on the mat, Flesher watches as Lezaire leaps over the top rope and drops his leg across the back of Kibagami’s neck. Taking a bow to cameras and the booing crowds, Ace slowly sets back out onto the apron as Hardcastle orders him out of the ring. As soon as Lezaire gets back out onto the apron, Flesher extends his hand and makes the Canadian Hope as Toxxic just stands on the apron and watches. The pair hauls Kibagami up to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckles. Grabbing the tag rope, Flesher loops it around the neck of the Silent One and starts to choke him as a huge round of boos explode from the crowd. “Look at that, Flesher is choking Kibagami in the corner with the tag ropes. Even three on one in that corner and he still feels the need to cheat!” Yells Comet. “What are you talking about, he’s being a ring general and using that lovely five count to full effect,” says Riley. Toxxic just stands firm as Hardcastle dishes out the five count, holding up his hands and seeming to apologise for his team mates actions as he spits insults at Kibagami. Finally stepping out onto the apron at four and a half, Flesher looks across the ring and motions to Dace Night that he’ll be next. Dragging the dazed and coughing Kibagami out of the corner, Ace makes a quick spin on his feel and rams the sole of his boot into the River Dragon’s gut with a Rolling Sobat kick, doubling him over. Quickly wrapping his arms around Kibagami’s head, Lezaire sends him rolling to the mat with a quick Snapmare. Bounding into the ropes as soon as Kibagami sits up, trying to stand to his feet, Ace flies across the ring and slams both feet into Kibagami’s face with a basement Dropkick. Another sympathetic cry breaks from the fans as Kibagami’s head snaps back and Dustin and Dace can only look on and shout encouragement. SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! “What did I tell you about old and broken down Comet? Just look at the young Canadian Hope dismantling Kibagami right infront of our eyes!” Riley says gleefully. Rolling over into a cover, just leaning over Kibagami’s chest, Ace just grins at the jeering fans as Hardcastle starts up the first count of the match. ……ONE! …Kickout! A fresh wave of cheers breaks out from the fans as Kibagami throws Ace clear and sits up, holding his head for a moment. Dace steps back into his corner, having been starting to run to break up the count. Flesher sneers at him form across the ring as Toxxic just laughs at the faces. Shaking his head and sweeping his hair back, Lezaire stands up and helps Kibagami back up to his feet… CRACK! The crowd explodes into a red hot pop as the Silent One’s leg flashes through the air and nails Ace in the side of the head. Stumbling backs, Ace tries not to fall other as a second kick drills into his head and almost knocks him over… CRACK! THUD! A third kick straight into the cocky Canadian’s face sends him down to the mat like a sack of brinks with a thud. Giving his head a final shake, the River Dragon turns to his corner, even as the Superior One dives through the ropes and heads straight for the River Dragon. Leaping his way, Hardcastle stops Flesher from attack Kibagami, much to the delight of the fans, but as Flesher yells abuse at the office, Toxxic ducks through the ropes and drags Ace’s body along the mat, back into their corner. “Look at that! Tom Flesher went to attack Kibagami from behind as he goes to make the tag! What dastardly tactics from him.” Comet says indignantly. “How about you look at the great move Flesher made, giving Toxxic chance to drag poor Ace Lezaire back into their corner to make the tag,” answers Riley. Throwing up his hands, Flesher hops back through the ropes, only to lean out and tag in from a barely moving Ace Lezaire. Across the ring, Kibagami finally staggers across at tags in Horrorcore, to another pop from the fans as Dace moves forwards to meet Flesher in the middle of the ring again. DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! Throwing out a wave of Palm Strikes, Flesher tries to stun Night for a moment to make an opening for his offence. But just like in the UWF-I match, Dace takes a Shotei straight to the face before slapping Tom’s arms away and drilling him in the face with two sharp Elbow Smashes. Adding in a Knee Strike to double over the Superior One, Dace drags him into a Standing Headscissors and underhooks Flesher’s arm. Dragging Flesher up into the air, Dace flips him over and sits out, driving the Superior One with a Tiger Driver. Another pop burst up from the fans as they grow more and more excited! WHAM! “Tiger Driver on Citizen Flesher! Once again those Palm Strikes have almost no effect on Dace Night. It looks like Dace is turning the tide in this match now!” Comet shouts out. Holding onto Flesher after driving him into the mat, Dace presses down with his weight as Referee Hardcastle slides in to start the count. ……ONE! ……TWO! WHAM! Diving across form his corner, Toxxic races across the ring and blasts Dace in the head with a kick to break up the pin fall. “Not as long as he have good tag team partners like Toxxic around. Good man, show Dace what a real Brit is like.” Riley shouts on. Ryan Dustin almost has to hold Kibagami back from attack leaping across the ring to attack the Straight Edger. Toxxic cockily walks back to his corner and shrugs at a look from Ace. Shaking his head, Dace rolls back to his feet and hauls the struggling Tom Flesher back to his feet. A razor sharp Elbow Smash cracks again the Superior One’s jaw before Horrorcore clamps on a Front Facelock. Grabbing a handful of Flesher’s singlet, Dace hauls him up into the air, holding him overhead for a few moments. Kicking his legs out, Dace drops back to the mat and spikes Flesher onto his neck with a Sheer Drop Brainbuster. Another pop rings out around the arena as Dace drags Flesher into his corner, leaving him parallel to the turnbuckles. Reacting out, Dace tags in Ryan Dustin. “It looks like Citizen Night has the full measure of Tom Flesher in this match, it’s going to make for a very interesting final match on the Pay Per View. And here comes Ryan Dustin, he’s about to go head to head with the Superior One.” Comet calls. “Head to head? He’s been standing on that ring apron craving a drink and he’s only come in after Dace has worked Flesher over for him. Damn, know I know what you feel like Comet.” Night and Kibagami stomp on the apron, building up a roar from the crowd as Ryan Dustin steps into the ring, memories returning to him of the old days. Grinning, Dustin leaps onto the second turnbuckle before jumping up to the top rope and throwing himself backwards through then air. Twisting over in the air, Dustin brings his weight crashing down onto the prone body of Tom Flesher with a Double Jump Moonsault. A warm wave of cheers rings out from the fans, bringing a smile to Dustin’s face as he holds on for a cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! WHAM! But those cheers turn straight to boos as Ace Lezaire dives across the ring and smashes his fists into Dustin’s back, breaking up the cover. Hardcastle steps in and shoves Ace back towards his corner as Ryan crawls back to his feet and stomps on Flesher, keeping him down. Kicking Flesher clear of the ropes, the Real Deal hauls Tom up to his feet and shoves him back against the ropes, leaning back to launch him across the ring. Slamming the breaks on, Flesher shifts his momentum and twists around, sending the Real Deal flying across the ring into the ropes instead. Dashing across the apron, Ace shoots his knee through the ropes and cracks Dustin in the mat as he his the ropes. The boos and jeers grow even louder from the crowd as Dustin stumbles forwards. ACE SUCKS! ACE SUCKS! ACE SUCKS! “Looks like Ace Lezaire has been studying Tom Flesher closely. Cutting off Ryan Dustin like a true ring general. It’s too bad Toxxic doesn’t take part in this stuff more often you know.” Comments Riley. “I think that’s the only thing I can admire about Citizen Toxxic right now. Ryan Dustin is trying to make a return to his days of all and they gain up on him,” Comet replies. Staggering forwards, hauling his back, Dustin grits his teeth at the pain but it only gets worse as the Superior One comes crashing in. Throwing out a flurry of Shotei’s that crack against the Real Deal’s head, Flesher forces him back in the ropes, the blows working far better then against Dace Night. Almost knocking Dustin dizzy, Flesher brings his arm down into a vice like Front Facelock around Ryan’s neck. Dragging him backwards into the middle of the ring, Flesher twists his body and hauls Dustin across his shoulders, lifting him up into a Fireman’s Carry from the Front Facelock. Making a half twist in the middle of the ring, Flesher drops to his side and spikes Dustin neck first into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! “That Facelock to DVD combo that Tom Flesher used against Dace Night in their first match pays off against Citizen Dustin. Ace’s interference turned the tide once again in this match up!” Comet shouts out. “And it will be the last time that happens Comet. Just look at Kibagami, he’s about to snap and Toxxic is just itching to make him pay for it!” Riley shouts back. The booing of the fans build up and up as Flesher swings his body over into a, hooking both of Dustin’s legs to make a cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……WHAM! Racing across the ring, Kibagami drives the heel of his boot almost through the back of Flesher’s head as he breaks up the pin fall. Toxxic mockingly claps for the actions of the River Dragon, sneering at him from across the ring. Picking up the almost limp Real Deal, the Superior One loosely holds him in a Front Facelock as he drags him over into the corner and rams his head into the top turnbuckle. Reaching out, Flesher tags out to the Straight Edger, watching the younger egomaniac carefully. Pulling Ryan out for the corner in a Double Facelock, Flesher and Toxxic throw their bodies down into the mat, spiking Dusting with a Double DDT. Rolling over, Toxxic floats straight into a cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! …WHAM! SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! Once again, Kibagami leaps in to break up the count. As Toxxic stands up, shaking himself off, he stares straight at the River Dragon. The two lock eyes and look ready to rip into each other in the middle of the ring. SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! SSIIIIIIIII-LLLLEEENNNNNTTTT! SSSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLLEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTT! “Toxxic and Flesher are isolating Ryan Dustin in the corner and working him over, picking off the weakest member of the team. Ryan Dustin may be an old hand at this time, but I don’t think he’s gotten rid of all that ring rust yet,” says Comet. “Look at Kibagami, that damn broken down drug user. He’s interfering when he’s not legal and he’s about to jump Toxxic in the middle of the ring!” Shouts Riley. Bbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooo! A massive round of boos breaks out from the fans as Hardcastle forces Kibagami back into his corner as Toxxic flips him the v sign and turns his attention back to Ryan Dustin. The Real Deal slowly rolls to his feet and starts to stand up, only to be caught in the face by a European Uppercut from the Straight Edger, snapping his head back. Ducking his body, Toxxic takes his turn to haul Dustin up into a Fireman’s Carry, ignoring the booing from the Gund Arena crowd. Throwing Dustin’s body off from his shoulders, Toxxic drop to one knee and drives the Real Deal face first into his knee. Keeping his arm locked around Ryan’s head, Toxxic leaps back to both feet before snapping straight back with an Evenflow DDT. SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! “Toxxic just planted Dustin with that modified version of the Sobering Thought. Dustin is getting run over by the younger Toxxic.” Comet yells. “And that will each the damn alcoholic to try and get back in the ring. Why the hell did we even hire him in the first place?” Riley questions with a sneer. SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! Ignoring the haunting chant that echoes around the arena from the fans, the Straight Edger rolls over into a cover, cradling Dustin’s leg back over his body as Hardcastle dives in for the count. ……ONE! ……TWO! …WHAM! This time it’s Dace who races across the ring and slams his body into the Straight Edger to break up the cover on the Real Deal. Scrambling back up to his feet, Toxxic flips Dace off as Hardcastle shoves Horrorcore back into his corner. Yelling over Hardcastle’s shoulder, Toxxic throws insults at Kibagami. Seeing the ref’s back turn, Ace grabs the ropes and slingshots himself up into the air. Rolling through the air, the Canadian Hope comes crossing down back first on Dustin with a Slingshot Senton, drawing out an even louder hail of booing from the fans, even as he poses for a moment in the ring. “Oh that was beautiful, perfectly time Slingshot Senton from Ace Lezaire, Toxxic distracts the ref and Team Flesher kicks it into gear again. The boy is becoming a great ring general, I tell you Comet,” Riley says with a little too much enthusiasm. Turning back to Dustin, Toxxic sees him barely able to stand up. Diving forwards, Toxxic throws his legs out as he slides along the mat and drives both his feet into the side of Dustin’s head with a sliding Scorer Tackle that sends him sprawling along the mat. Wave after wave of jeers rain down on the Straight Edger as he rolls back to his feet and reaches back into his corner, tagging in the Canadian Hope as Tom Flesher just stands there and golf claps at the action in the ring. “In comes Citizen Lezaire again into this match, and Team Flesher isn’t letting Ryan Dusting get anywhere near his corner, they’re just cutting the ring in half here!” Comet shouts. Leaping over the ropes into the bring, Ace cross the ring in a shot leap, grabbing hold of Dustin and hauling him back towards the corner of Team Flesher. Slamming a kick into the mid section of the Real Deal, Dustin drags him into a Standing Headscissors and wraps his arms around his waist. Hauling Dustin all the way up onto his shoulders, Ace pauses for just a moment before sending Dustin crashing down into the mat and doubling straight over into a cover. WHAM! ……ONE! ……TWO! ….WHAM! “Powerbomb on Dustin! Kibagami breaks up the count again!” Roaring in rage, Dace leaps off the apron and races around the ring and onto the apron in the corner off team Flesher. In the ring, Ace grabs Hardcastle and spins him around, yelling at him about the count. Dace charges along the apron to attack Flesher, but the Superior One shoves his foot out and straight into Dace’s groin. Grabbing him around the waist, Flesher snaps backwards on the apron, launching Dace overhead and all the way down, down, down to the cold, hard floor. THUD! Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! “RAILGUN SUPLEX FROM THE APRON! Dace went to try and make a break for Ryan Dustin but Flesher cut him off and just drove him onto the floor!” Comet screams out over the crowd. “Now that’s a real master of the ring Comet and don you ever forget it!” Riley yells back joyfully. Finally releasing the ref, Ace turns his attention back to the Real Deal, only to get drilled in the jaw by a desperation Done Deal Superkick… CRACK! Yyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The fans explode as Ace topples back into the mat, his eyes rolled back up into his head. Dustin collapses to the mat long side him. Hardcastle stands over both men and starts to count, as Kibagami beats on the top turnbuckle, whipping the crowd up into a frenzy. STOMP! STOMP! ONE! STOMP! STOMP! TWO! DUSTIN! DUSTIN! DUSTIN! THREE! STOMP! STOMP! FOUR! DUSTIN! DUSTIN! DUSTIN! FIVE! As both men slowly roll over, starting the long crawl from the ring towards their corners. Leaning as far through the ropes as he can manage, Kibagami reaches out to try and tag the Real Deal. Toxxic grabs the tag rope and almost falls over the ropes trying to reach out and make the tag to Lezaire. “A desperation reversal from Dustin, all those old skills coming into play here. It may have just saved the match for his team!” Comet shouts over the crowd. Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The crowd explodes into a white hot mass of popping energy as Dustin finally tags hands with the River Dragon. Ace slaps hands with Toxxic just a second latter and two hatred filled men charge across the ring towards each other. SSSSIIIIIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT! WHAM! Toxxic runs straight into a Burning Lariat that smashes him from his feet and leaves him flopping around on the mat like a fish out of water. Ace tries to scramble back into the action but a huge kick from the Silent One demolishes him like an old building. Spinning on his heels, Kibagami sees Flesher coming and launches his hand out through the air… SMACK! SMACK! Nailing him with a Rolling Chop then spinning the other way and nailing him with a second one sends Flesher stumping around like a drunken man. Grabbing Flesher by his arm, Kibagami twists around and sends Flesher flying over his shoulder and down into the amt with an Ippon Seionage throw. “Kibagami is cleaning house! He just took out every member of Team Flesher in one go! Even with Citizen Night still out cold on the floor after that Belly to Belly from the apron.” Comet yells. SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! SIII-LENT! After the string of white pop, volcano like pops the crowd settles down into it’s normal haunting chants as the Silent One stalks back over to the still downed Straight Edger. Grabbing him by the hair, Kibagami roughly pulls him into sitting position before blasting him in the face with a kick… CRACK! …Before dragging him to his feet and sending a kick crashing into his chest. Sending Toxxic staggering backwards, Kibagami leaps into the air and sends his foot sailing through the air, drilling it into Toxxic’s face with a skull smashing Gamengiri. Leaping back to his feet, Kibagami grabs Toxxic again and wrenches him up to his feet. Standing in the middle of the ring and forces him into a Standing Headscissors. Underhooking both of Toxxic’s arms, Kibagami looks around for a moment as the fans explode like a bomb again. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! “DEMONSTAR! Kibagami is going to end Toxxic right now!” Screams Comet. “NO! Come on Flesher, get up and save Toxxic, come one!” Riley screams out. Racing back to his feet, his head still half groggy, Flesher goes barrelling into Kibagami at full speed, just as he starts to lift Toxxic up into the air… SMACK! FUCK FLESHER! FUCK FLESHER! FUCK FLESHER! …The Running Palm Strikes sends Kibagami thudding into the mat like an old oak tree as Toxxic sprawls out on the mat, clutching at his face. Rolling Toxxic on top of the Silent One’s body, Flesher dives out of the ring, leaving Hardcastle with nothing to do but count the fall. ……ONE! ……TWO! ….THR-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! SSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! SSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! The chants sound like the death cry of a monster as each and every single person in the crowd lets out the cry at the top of their lungs, egging on the River Dragon. On the outside, Dace Night finally starts to stir, clutching at his back and grunting in pain. “Kibagami kicked out again! Is nothing going to end this match up?” Cries Comet. Slowly climbing back up to his feet, Toxxic look down at Kibagami as he starts to climb back to his feet. Surging forwards to meet the Slaughter head on, Toxxic sends a flurry of European Uppercuts into Kibagami’s jaw, snapping his head back over and over. Climbing up onto the apron, using it to support himself, Dace looks on into the ring. Ace Lezaire finally struggles back to his feet into his corner, while across the ring the Real Deal slumps over the ropes, chanting on for Kibagami all he can. “Come on Toxxic, finish off that drug abuser once and for all. Do the world a favour!” Riley calls out. Spinning Kibagami around, Toxxic ducks his head between Kibagami’s legs and starts to stand up as a black hole of sheer hatred opens up in the crowd and spends on an near deafening wave of cheers. Scrambling under the ropes, Dace races into the ring as Toxxic lifts Kibagami up into the air… “DANGERLUST! KIBAGAMI’S GONNA DIE!” Riley screams out. …racing forwards at full speed, Dace throws his leg up and drills Toxxic straight in the face as he gets Kibagami all the way up into the air. Ace leaps in the ring, but Ryan Dustin follows him in, cutting Lezaire off and diving pasting, taking the Canadian down to the mat with The Real Deal Neckbreaker. Toxxic collapse to the floor under the weight on his shoulders and the face crushing Yakuza Kick from Dace Night. Flesher desperately dives into the ring, but Dace dives into him with a Double Leg Takedown… “NO! YAKUZA KICK FROM DACE! Dustin cuts Ace off with the Real Deal! Dace tackles Flesher down!” Comet roars. As Kibagami’s body just collapse over Toxxic’s unmoving form, Hardcastle slides in for the count. Dustin rolls Ace out of the ring, as Dace turns over and sits back, locking Tom Flesher in the Torture Crab at the end of the ring as Hardcastle counts… ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! “It’s over! Kibagami pins Toxxic and it’s finally over!” Comet yells out, almost jumping up. SSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! SSSSIIIIIIIII-LLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT! “Only because Dace Night bloody interfered from the outside!” Riley says in disgust. “But how is this going to effect things going into the 13th Hour? Kibagami versus Toxxic in a Last Man Standing, Dace versus Flesher in the final of the Best of Five!” And as the carnage in the ring finally ends, the camera focuses in on Dace Night, still holding Tom Flesher in the Torture Crab. Slamming his hand into the mat in, Flesher screams in pain as the camera fades out. --- © SWF Productions 2004.

Man this show looks like it's going to OWN! It's going to kick ass. Reviewing it will kill me like, but it'll be worth it.

Happy Birthday Edwin, have a great time running up the SWF bar tab man!

*Hopes to god Zed isn't marking his PPV match now* Bringing the wrathy wit of the head booker down = bad.

Zed, mate, I need the World Title for a few months. Thanks.

And what favour would that be?

All Hail the Brit Clique!

Anacrusis - Fighting Evil Mmmmmmm Thrash grooviness.

Eh, I've made worse mistakes...like forgeting Tom Flesher's face turn....COUGH!

Ok Johnny, I didn't like your match. But I'm ONE sodding person. My opinion in this is hardly the most valid or correct. It my well be that what I think is a load of crap, oh well. Yes, the sudden tap out was suggest by me and Flesher, but maybe we just misunderstood what you where looking for, or you carried it out in a way that we didnt expect. I just thought you where going to just clamp on a submission for a win without anything being built, but you had already used leg work on Mike so it didnt seem it fit. But hell man, I've said you've done good stuff. I said once there was a lack of selling in your match, so you pick it up slowly, started to work on, starting working a build up to your tap out finishes and stuff. Maybe I'm not the biggest fan of your work, but you've taken my offten full of crap talk and tried to do better from it. You've been taking note of someone, who's opinion matters fuck all to you and trying to do something about it. Hey, fucking better than I've done. I give me time to read everyones match and at least say a little bit about them every show. Maybe I'm always spaeking a load of crap, but I just speak about what I read, maybe I do miss things in people's matches but I do try. So you had a match, I didnt like, I dont know what everyone else thatn read it thought. It might just have been an off match, I will admit I havent had a truely good match to me in quite sometime, but hey. If I was to harsh, at the end of the day, I'm some 18 year old kid on the other side of the ocean. Sorry for pissing you off, now that's all.

Right, Comments time from me: Opening promo: The man is back in town. With a promo dealing with a few real life things like getting in shape and all that. Nice little hype number and we can all only wait until Chris Card is back in action full time. Bah at opening double no show. Hardcore goodness: We still have this twisted thread between IL, Crow and Jessica running, where shall this one lead to I wonder. And IL wastes no time going for the toys because he's a nutting bastard. I mark for the Macho Man joke as Toxxic goes for the bug guns as well. But a waterpistol.... god damn WWE comedy hardcore! All the weapons in the pocket are in interesting idea for Toxxic, but it ignores the fact it would REALLY hurt for him to bump while carrying loads of crap. Toxxic is just kicking the crap out of IL, man he's becoming worrying strong in a hardcore sitution when he's hardly though at all. Even with the hardcore shots though, going straight to close counts sort of kills the build up to the final fall at times. Rickmen gets a breif advantage only to get caught by the Brass Knux again. IL barely fights back before trying to get some wood. Slightly overkill on the finish and all. It was pretty much Toxxic squashing IL. Decent idea as well done, but damn it Toxxic is still getting the Randy Orton push, he's turning into Superman, almost. Time for another promo: Alan Clark delievers a little message to Maddix via proxoy, only for Maddix to lose his temper and lash out...hmmm build. Onto another match: They're still tossing Duran around this mid cards and it's producing interesting stuff I must say. It's slightly odd not having an opening bell FXed in to show the start of the match, but it makes it flow better somewhat. Todd and Duran start of playing games, just feeling each other out, across the styles gap between the two. Todd tries to out speed Duran but the more expereinced mathc just catches him out powers him around. But it's that speed that allows Todd to get out of dodge and onto the offence, even if he does stop stelling Duran's offence as soon as he does. Still, Todd keeps on using his speed to outpace Duran and block is offence as before. It's pretty decent, if a little dry at times, but again, Todd is making flash reversals without really selling anything Duran's dishing out. Playing off a few old Duran matches with the knee strike in the ring steps, nice touch there. Todd starts to work over Duran's right leg, though he's not selling anything himself. And with the chair stuff on the outside, Todd is still countering Duran's stuff without showing to much affect from it. End with a slide off and a small package. All right match, but there's almost no selling in it for some of the things that happen. Triple Threat Time: Johnny's ego is running wild again from all those pops he's getting. Still, everyone manages to get into the ring nicely atleast. And shocking Ace and Mike gang up on Johnny. Dangerous almost fights off two men at once, but he's not Aecas and get gets floored. Seems the bad guys can work together for once in this one. Until Johnny takes a huge f'n' bump to the floor. Then Mike gets sent of the turnbuckle into the floor, head first...ermmm, that's break his neck Johnny. And then he's hardly phased by it, he's still fighting back as Ace goes outside to pick him up! then Ace doesn't even go for Mike's neck to work it over. Johnny's back up from break up the fall from the ACE, rather quickly for such a nasty bump. And then he's not even selling it! And all three guys just end up trading off moves and counters in the ring. Even after his bump, Johnny can still kick Mike's ass and nail him with a Dangerous Drop. And then he clamps on a Jujigatame for then win, rather than going for a leg bar on Mike's worked over leg. Spotty as hell there and some of the bumps where way to big and not even sold. Eh Returee match time: And Crow isn't the only one trying to promote smoking to all the little SWF fans, tsk tsk. It's a rather odd start to things, and a slightly odd writing style as well. Again the problem of launching straight into close falls, sort of killing the build up to later things. And the really long brawl on the outside is odd, even with broken counts, it's still pushing it. An return at least, a little lacking on the description side and logic, but it was ok. More promoness: Toxxic hyping up the match between himself and Kibagami on the PPV, and somehow not getting suspended, even after using the Dangerlust AGAIN. Still, it's good hype and we've got a sweet Six Man Tag Booked for the next show. Endless Multiman action now: Gotta love the actions of TMM, works so well in huge cluster fucks like these matches. The comedy is probably the best thing here, but it's a great little number really, even for the match it is. The situation gets handelled really well adn the writing helps carry it off. Spotty madness but fun none the less. The false ending with brilliant and really put of Ryan Dustin. Great work on that one TMM. Tom's brilliant promo to set up the UWF-I match, great work man, thanks for that. My shocking win, and writing wise that's 2 wins against Tom, I'm surprised. HUGE hype promo, once again from Alan Clark. Just insane, summing up so much history. I just hope it's the final blow off for these two guys. And finally upto the main event: Two of the big matches for the 13th Hour collide in the main event and it's sure to be nasty. The line about Janus leaving the Trinity I assume was Rando's as Janus left and split the Trinity when Dace was running the show, but anyway. Janus pulls out an old weapon and uses the Big Boot to block the Rolling Eblow like so many people before him, clearly he's boning up on the champ before he takes him on for the World Title. For a man that took a Rage Unleashes on the last show, Clark is ok. Still, Clark capitalises on Danny's opening and shows he can still take it to Maddix straight on. Clark is almost doing on to completely out to Maddix and counter his every move. But a little underhand tactics that Maddix uses so well gets him back incontrol, even if it does make it look like the only way Maddix can fight, it's what Clark has been building to in promos. Still, Janus comes in and goes straight after Clark's neck, trying to take advantage of the Rage Unleashed from the last show. And a huge chokeslam takes Danny out, doing the classic spot of leaving the weaker parnter without anyone to tag to. After getting his ass kicked from pillar to post, it's only a lucky German Suplex that gives Alan even a hope. Danny tries Dace's MAD move of Powerbombing Janus only to get Gored. And Janus goes straight into the Hell Crush to work the ribs, for Clark to break it up in the nick of time. And then Clark gets taken out with a Crash Landon. A Double Submission combo finally ends Danny's usual huge race to the finish in another top form SWF Tag Main event. Good fun match and it sets up both the Iron Man and World Title match. Hmmm, probably the first show in a while I haven't massively enjoyed reading that much, still had it good points though. Might just be my mood. Still people, we've got the stuff going into the PPV so let's keep it rolling!