Monday Night Mayhem 30/06/08

[The Rated R CMStar]

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Hart: Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, the final, final stop before the Grandest Stage of them all, Final Impact.

Lane: Final Impact this Sunday, I don't know if I can wait that much.

Hart: An amazing night, and quite frankly what you do tonight, will mark your momentum entering Sunday.


Jessica Lock: This next bout is a singles match and is sheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Hollis, Queens, New York, he stands six foot 3 inches tall and weighs in at two hundred thirty-five lbs, CHARLIE TITAN!!!


The intro to "Higher Ground" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers starts and black and blue lights come across the arena. As the guitars of the song comes in, Charlie Titan walks through the curtain and the fans cheer. He throws up a devil horn sign with both hands. In the middle of the entrance ramp, red pyro shoots out from the floor. He makes his way to the ring, jumps in and makes the devil horns sign in the middle of the ring. He then poses on the turnbuckles and ropes making a T sign with his arms. Then he jumps down to lean against the ropes waiting for his opponent.

Jessica Lock: And his opponent, from Leduc, Alberta, Canada, he stands six foot four inches tall and weighs in at two hundred seventy-three lbs, BRADLY JONAS KELLERT!!!


The whole arena goes pitch black, entrance music starts and plays for eight seconds until “ FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!†is yelled in song, huge pyro goes off and Bradly Jona Kellert is seen on the entrance ramp facing the ring with arms out, a Singapore Cane in his right hand and a barbed wire baseball bat in his left hand, and head back and stays like that until forty-four seconds into the song when “One nothing wrong with me†is said in the song where he suddenly jerks head so he is looking to the ring and stays like that until fifty-eight seconds into the song where “NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!†is yelled at the end of the counting, then he begins his cocky walk to the ramp insulting the crowd and making his trademark “X†symbol by crossing his Singapore Cane and barbed wire baseball bat in the sign of an “X†over his head then places his Singapore Cane and barbed wire baseball bat in his holder on his back, he points to his opponent and drags his right thumb in front of his throat signaling is opponent is done, then he gets in the ring he goes to each corner one at a time, stands on the second turnbuckle and makes his trademark “X†symbol to the crowd .

Kerry Lane: And there they are Josh, and we are in for a hell of a great match here!!

[BELL RINGS]​

Singles Match
Charlie Titan vs Bradly Jonas Kellert​

Kellert and Titan stride to the center of the ring, standing nose to nose. Kellert shoves Titan and Titan comes back with a right hand, and goes for another but Kellert blocks the right and retaliates with one of his own.They exchange right hands in the middle of the ring, before Titan gets the advantage and irish whips Kellert into the corner. Titan follows him in but Kellert gets an elbow up into the jaw of Titan, who then goes stumbling back. Titan shakes it off as Kellert grabs his arm and irish whips him into the ropes, Titan bounces off and Kellert goes for a clothesline but Titan ducks it, and catches Kellert in a Russian leg sweep, and Kellert falls to the mat, and Titan goes for the cover, and Kellert kicks out at 2.

Kerry Long: There was a close one, but what we have seen so far is not going to be enough to put an end to this match..

Titan pulls Kellert up and whips him into the ropes,. Kellert bounces off and comes flying back at Titan where Titan gets his knee up into the mid section and knocks Kellert to the ground. Kellert clutches his stomach as Titan forces him back to his feet. Titan delivers several martial arts kicks to the legs of Kellert before one hard roundhouse kick in the stomach knocking Kellert back to the mat.

Josh Hart: Kellert is never going to win this match unless he can get a chance to get some offense here sometimes soon.

Titan pulls Kellert back up and goes for another kick to the gut but Kellert is anticipating this and grabs his foot, while Titan immediately twists his ships and catches Kellert with an Enzuiguri kick to the back of the head.Kellert once again hits the mat.

Josh Hart: Titan has all but dominated this match, Kellert NEEDS to get some momentum ASAP or it will be over in no time.


Titan checks Kellert lying prone on the mat and rushes to the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and lands a springboard splash and hooks the leg of Kellert. Kellert kicks out at 2.

Terry Lane: And he kicks out! I didnt know if he would be able to kick out, Titan hasbeen relentless here!

Both men get to their feet and Titan hits Kellert with a right hand and irish whips Kellert into the far ropes, as soon as the whip is released Titan races to the ropes and jumps up on the middle rope, and his momentum carries him to the top tunbuckle at the same time Kellert hits the opposite side and Titan jumps through the air looking for a hurricanrana but Kellert catches him in mid-air and brutally powerbombs him in the center of the ring.

Josh Hart: WOW Kerry if we would have blinked we would have missed that whole thing! Never have I seen such breathtaking high flying maneuvers delivered so quickly.

Kerry Lane: Only on Monday Night Mayhem will you see athletes give it their all like we just did ladies and gentleman!!

Both men are still laying prone in the middle of the ring, catching their breathe and Kellert slowly gets to his feet, and begins taking the boots with fury to Titan who tries to roll out of the way of the assault, and makes it to his feet but not before Kellert hits a boot to the gut and as Titan doubles over in pain, and lifts Titan up into a firemans carry, carried over into a devastating back body drop.

Terry Lane: Oh My God Josh did you see the elevation that Kellert got on that back body drop?!?!

Josh Hart: I'm sitting right here Kerry, and both of us as well as all the fans, just got treated to a view of Air Titan!

Titan is writhing on the floor from the impact of that gigantic drop. Kellert walks over to Titan and pulls him to his feet, and sets him up for the Kellert-Bomb. He makes an X in the air with his arms and lifts Titan up, and then drops him down, as he falls to the mat as well. He puts his legs over the arms of Titan and the ref counts 3.

Winner: Bradly Jonna Kellert


Josh Hart: And Kellert has won it, I must admit I never saw it coming but Kellert came back and won this match!! However, it is clear that on Sunday it will be a different story, and Charlie Titan is a head on favorite for the Money in the Bank.

Kerry Lane: Yes he did, he dug down deep and delivered with what will perhaps be the best match we may see here tonight on Monday Night Mayhem! We will be back right after this folks, wow what a match!


***COMMERCIAL***


Josh Hart: Welcome back to Monday Night Mayem!

Kerry Lane: The next match we will see Rocky Cash going one on one with Darren Anselmo.

The lights fade out as' Famous ' by Puddle of Mudd hits the speakers, and Darren Anselmo walks out onto the stage, and pauses at the top of the ramp. We see him only in silhouette until gold rockets and assorted other pyro explodes in the air and above the stage. Anselmo raises his arms as the lights slowly come up and he begins his strut to the ring.

Jessica Lock: This next bout is a singles match and scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Manila, Phillipines, he stands six feet and seven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred ninety two pounds, DARREN ANSELMO!!

Anselmo reaches the ring and climbs up onto the apron. He ducks the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring, spreading his arms and posing for the fans once again.

Jessica Lock: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, he stands six foot 3 inches tall and weighs in at............

' Ace of Spades ' by Motorhead blares and cuts Jessica off mid-sentence. Anselmo freezes in the ring staring at the stage.

Josh Hart: That's not Rocky Cash's music....

Kerry Lane: No, Josh, it isn't, that music is indicating that Havok will be making his presence known here tonight!

Josh Hart: And there he is.

Havok appears on stage dressed in worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He carries a bottle of water as he walks down the ramp, his eyes locked on Anslemo. Havok approaches the ring and changes course as he heads toards the announce table.

Kerry Lane: And it looks like Havok will be joining us for commentary for this match Josh!

Josh Hart: Oh wonderful...

Havok pulls up a chair for himself and settles in besides Kerry Hart, his eyes never leaving Anselmo, who has turned and not taken his own eyes off of Havok either.

Kerry Lane: What a pleasure it is to have you joining us for commentary Havok!

Havok:......

Josh Hart: It appears Havok doesn't like sitting here talking with you any more than I do Kerry.

Kerry Lane: You don't know... oh my god!

While Anselmo has his 100% attention directed to the announcers table and Havok, Rocky Cash rushes the ring, slides under the bottom rope and up behind Anselmo. Anselmo must have sensed something behind him and he whips around just in time to catch a huge shoulder to the gut as Rocky Cash delivers a devestating spear.

[ BELL RINGS ]​

SINGLES MATCH​

Darren Anselmo vs Rocky Cash​

Kerry Lane: Well that was a very high impact move delivered by Cash to Anselmo. Thats what happens when you don't have your head in the match.

Josh Hart: I bet you don't have any idea on what it was that had Anselmo so distracated, do you Havok?

Havok:.....

Cash pulls Anselmo to his feet and hits a couple of right hands, before Anselmo gets his wits about him enough to throw his own hands up to block the assault. Anselmo blocks another attempted right and gets a boot up into the stomach of Cash. Cash doubles over and Anselmo uses that moment to stomp on the left knee. Cashs' knee collapses and he falls to the mat, cradling his knee. Anselmo walks to the ropes and leans over, pointing a finger at Havok. Havok stands and raises his arms out to the side in a ' Here I am ' gesture.

Kerry Lane: This is exactly what got Anselmo in trouble mere minutes ago. You cannot be distracted in a match the way Anselmo is allowing himself to be distracted.

The words are not even out of Kerry Lanes mouth when Rocky Cash rushes up behind Anselmo and dropkicks him in the back, sending Anselmo over the top rope and landing on the floor at the foot of the announce table. Cash slides out of the ring and and delivers a couple boots to the fallen Anselmo and pulls him up slides him back into the ring.

Josh Hart: And Anselmo pays for his lack of attention and now Rocky Cash is in control.

Cash approaches Anselmo who is still prone on the mat, and wraps him up in the camel clutch.

Kerry Lane: The camel clutch! The end may be near for Anselmo!

In the ring, Cash has the clutch locked in, jerking back on the chin of Anselmo. Havok gets up from his chair and saunters over to the ring apron, and smiles again at Anselmo who is in intense pain from the camel clutch. Anselmo tracks Havok with his eyes, and his eyes fill with anger even as they blur from the pain being inflicted upon him by Cash. He shakes his head no to the referee, while gritting his teeth, his eyes not for one second breaking contact with those of Havok. Cash gives one more mighty wrench on Anselmos neck and head before breaking the hold. Anselmo collapses flat on the mat catching his breathe and Havok makes his way back to the chair. Cash grabs onto Anselmos leg and pulls him closer to the corner of the ring.

Josh Hart: I see you got up and went over there while Cash had Anselmo safely locked in a submission hold, Havok, yet when he releases it you came back over here with us.

Havok: Be thankful you have Kerry sitting between us Josh.

Josh Hart; So it speaks ( said under his breathe, while looking just a little nervous at Havoks threat)

Cash gets Anselmo into the position he wants him in, and begins climbing the ropes.

Kerry Lane: Cash may be going for the elbow here!

Anselmos stumbles up as Cash makes it to the top turnbuckle, Anselmo crahes into the ropes, knocking Cash down to straddle the turnbuckle.

Josh Hart: Cash just got treated to perhaps the most uncomfortable seat in the house.

Anselmo rushes Cash and hops on the middle rope, hooking Cash with an arm drag and tossing him to the middle of the ring. Anselmo crouches down, stalking Cash, apparently deciding that if Havok hasn't interfered yet, he was not going to. Anselmo circles Cash as he stumbles up on shaky legs tring to shake the cobwebs, but Anselmo is not going to give him any other advantages in the match and kicks the still shaky Cash in the stomach, hooks the arms and flips him up into a powerbomb.

Josh Hart: And there is the Manila Icebomb, and it signifies lights out for Cash.

Anselmo covers Cash as the ref counts 3.

Winner: Darren Anselmo


As the ref raises Anselmos arm, Havok gets to his feet once again, and reaches a hand for the mic, and Jessica Lock hands it over to him. Havok makes his way up the steps and towards Anselmo.

Kerry Lane: It looks like Havok has something to say to Anselmo, Josh.

Josh Hart: Shut up Kerry. Lets's find out the reason Havok came out here tonight and deliberately distracted Anselmo.

Havok stops in front of Anselmo, looking at him with the same small smile. Anselmo is wary, but not about to back down.

Havok: Congrats on your match, although if you had paid more attention to your opponent instead of allowing me to distract you, victory may have been yours alot sooner.

Anselmo: I don't need a has been like you telling me how to win matches.

Havok: Has been? I was winning matches before you learned to swing a chair... but that is a story for another time. The reason I am out here, is I am challenging you to a match at Final Impact. Since you are living in denial that you are better than me, I'm going to do you a favor and prove it.

Anselmo: I don't need any favors from you!

Havok: Once again, that's beside the point. Your choice is real simple here. You can accept my challenge, and face me at Final Impact, or you can admit right now, that you can't beat me.

Anselmo: Oh, I accept your challenge alright, then I am going to show the whole world that I am better than you!

Havok: You can try. See you at Final Impact.

Havok drops the mic and turns his back on Anselmo and makes his way out of the ring as Anselmo watches him go.

Kerry Lane: Wow! It's going to be Havok vs Anselmo at Final Impact Josh! Finally someone is going to put Anselmo in his place.

Josh Hart: I have a feeling that Havok is going to be eating his words after the dust has settled.

Josh Hart: That's the reason that this is going to be such a spectacular match! Half the fans agree with you, the other half agree with me. It will be interesting to see who proves to be right after Final Impact.


We see Freeman walking backstage, visible mad and apparently in a hurry, however, out of a sudden he gets stopped by his partner MNM.

Freeman: Mike, not to be rude or anything, but get out my way, I don’t have time to this, I really need to get something done.

MNM: You don’t have time for me? What’s so important then?

Freeman: Well man, I am on my way to Edward Redding’s office to ask him, way the hell I was left out of the last show before Final Impact.

MNM: Uhmm, yeah, that.

Freeman: I mean, that is not only bad business, but quite frankly, to me, that is pure stupidity.

MNM: Well Adam, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you were left out of the show because, because I asked Edward Redding to do so.

Freeman: What!? Why would you do that?

MNM: Look man, MNM Inc needs to stick together, and tonight I am in a very, very important match.

Freeman: Yeah, I know, and thanks to you I am in none.

MNM: Bare with me, you see, you are my right hand, and tonight, with all those people in that ring looking to send the last message before the PPV, I, the champion, could get seriously hurt, and I needed you primed, ready to go, free.

Freeman looks a little mad, but he clearly doesn’t want any confrontation with his boss.

MNM: Besides man, think it like this, while your Money in the Bank opponents battle it down tonight and punish between them, you get the night off, and you will enter fresh to the PPV. So quite frankly, you should be thanking me.

Adam looks up in reaction to what Mike just said, obviously and now a lot more obvious with his anger.

MNM: Anyways man, I have to get going.

MNM walks away leaving Adam Freeman behind.

Freeman: Free my ass.


***COMMERCIAL***


Lane: We are back and in an amazing night, let's continue with the show.

Hart: I am telling you Kerry, as we advance, everything keeps getting more exciting. I can only imagine how it will be by the time we reach our huge main event.

Lane: Or how about when he we reach Final Impact.


Jessica Lock: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Leeds, England, weighing in at 240 lbs, William Rose

I dare you by Shinedown hits as William Rose comes out from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment and then starts walking towards the ring.


Jessica Lock: And opponent, weighing 237lbs, Kriss Kross.

Dance Fever hits, but nobody comes down. Everybody in the arena looks shocked, especially William Rose.

Jessica Lock: And opponent, weighing 237lbs, Kriss Kross, second call.


Out of a sudden, we cut backstage and we see Kriss Kross knocked out close to the entrance curtain, beaten into a bloody pulp. We are also able to see boots of someone close to his head. As the camera shot grows wider, we are able to see that the man is no other than Colin White, staring down at Kross with a grin on his face.

Lane: You have got to be kidding me.

Hart: Does this mean there is no match?

Colin White looks at the camera filming him. He grins and then he walks away singing something.

White: I get money, money, yeah, yeah.


Jessica Lock: Uhmm, I am have been informed by the referee, that the winner of the match, due to no showing, is William Rose!

Rose looks everywhere still in shock, and isn’t too happy about the announcement.


Hart: A victory usually gives you momentum, but I am not sure this time.

Lane: I just hope Kriss Kross is able to compete this Sunday.


***COMMERCIAL***


The loud roar of a jaguar tears through the arena and the sounds of the jungle mingle with the sounds of the audience. The masked Phantom Jaguar swings down into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, roaring at the audience.


Hart: What the hell is he doing here?

Lane: Phantom Jaguar, microphone in hand, obviously going to deliver a message.


Jaguar: What is it San Antonio?!

Crowd pops.

Jaguar: You know, I know you are enjoying the show, and what a hell of a show it has been, so I am not wasting a lot of your time, however, I do feel the message I come out here will interest you, and management.

Crowd cheers.

Jaguar: In the last couple of weeks, I have had some, differences with fellow IWF superstar Vlad Valo.

Crowd boos at his mention.

Jaguar: Well you know, just for the exact reason tonight I am not going to talk too much, is because I don’t believe in words, I am more of a man of action, so when you mess with me, don’t expect to be talked out of the problem, but instead, you’ll get the crap beaten out of you.

Phantom continues circling the ring.

Jaguar: Valo, you stuck your nose in my businesses, and then claim we would battle when the time was right. Well, the way I see it, the time is this Sunday, one on one, you and me, at Final Impact, what do you say?

Crowd cheers at the proposition.

Jaguar: Ok man, maybe you didn’t get it, come on out here and give me your answer.

Jaguar stares at the stage, however nobody comes out.

Jaguar: Last chance Vlad, show me, show this people, show the world, that you have some balls, come on out here and accept my challenge.

Jaguar waits, but once again, nobody comes out.

Jaguar: Well Valo, thank you for that, you showed the entire world that you have no balls, but me, I just won’t take no for an answer.

Phantom Jaguar drops the microphone, and in the midst of a lot of cheers, Phantom rushes to the back, probably to search Vlad Valo.


***COMMERCIAL***


We are back and the first image we see is Phantom Jaguar being holded by security, and face to face with Edward Redding.

Redding: What the hell were you thinking? UH, you can’t just storm to the backstage area and destroy everything for whatever reason you could have.

Jaguar: I was looking for Vlad Valo.

Redding: Oh yeah, well, badly for you, Vlad Valo isn’t even here tonight, he wasn’t able to fly here stayed in Kentucky to then fly to Detroit for Final Impact.

Jaguar: Well I don’t care, I want him, and I want to face him at Sunday, you, make it happen.

Redding: Look, I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the match if you promise to get the hell out of this arena right now.

Crowd is heard booing on the back.

Jaguar: A god bargainer aren’t you. Well, if I am leaving, I want something else, Vlad Valo, and me, Final Impact, in a Singapore Brawl Match!

Crowd pops.

Redding: You’ve got it! Now(he speaks to security) get his ass out of here.


Lane: My God, can you believe it? The IWF debut of the Singapore Brawl Match.

Hart: And with all the Bad Blood between these man, it could end in a massacre.

Lane: But a massacre is what we could expect this Sunday when CMS meets Rick O'shea for the IC Championship.

Hart: However, their bizarre relationship continues tonight as they are forced to team up.

Lane: And against none other than William Matthews and Finlay Jones, who will be fighting D-Block this Sunday for the returning IWF Tag Team titles.

How Do You Like Me Now hits the arena as United Envies steps out onto the stage and makes their way down to the ring.​

Jessica Lock: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds from Across the Sea, United Envies​

" I'm Coming" by Silkk the Shocker blares through th arena as O’Shea walks out calmly to about halfway down the ramp and proceeds to raise his arms with his index fingers up. Blue X Pyro goes off. He starts to get focused as he walks up the steps and in the ring through the middle and top ropes. The ref approaches him with the hadcuffs and O'Shea lets his displeasure about the circumstances show on his face as he allows himslef to be cuffed to the top rope.
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Jessica Lock: Coming to the ring first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he stands six foot one and weighs in at two hundred forty-five lbs, RICK O'SHEA!!!​

Jessica Lock: And his partner, coming from New York City, New York, he stands five foot ten inches tall and weighs in at two hundred twenty-five lbs, Carlos Mario Sequeira, CMS!!!!​

"Another Brick in the Wall" by Korn replaces Silkk and a wall of smoke covers the entire stage, and when it fades away, he comes out from the stage floor standing and looking to the ground, he then in a sudden move points to the sky and then to himself, making a huge flag of Costa Rica to come from the ceiling , he then walks all the way to the ring bragging. He enters the ring and does a four corner pose pointing at himself.​

Josh Hart: Theres the other half of this team ​

William Matthews and Finlay Jones
vs
IC Champion CMS and Rick O'shea​

Bell rings: Finlay Jones and William Matthews, fighting for the IWF Tag Team titles at Final Impact, get on the same page fast and they agree on the veteran Finlay Jones kicking it off. CMS and Rick O’shea are on their corner discussing who should start the match, however, the United Envies representing has no patience and he storms toward both of them, knocking Rick O’shea over the top rope, and bringing the IC Champion CMS down to the canvas. At this point the referee has rules CMS to kick it off for his team as he is the one inside the ring. Jones demolishes him on the corner putting the boots on him, stomping all over. Finlay Jones steps back taking some impulse then, until he finally storms and plants him with a Running Face Wash, driving his boot right to the jaw of CMS. Finlay drags him to the middle of the ring and makes the cover: 1…2…, CMS is able to kick out. Finlay Jones picks CMS back up and takes him toward his corner, where he then makes the tag to William Matthews. Matthews enters the match and Finlay Jones lets CMS ready for him, as he puts his own arms behind his back, exposing his ribs. William Matthews takes full advantage of it and he kicks him right on the gut, punishing the ribs of his opponent. Matthews then grabs CMS and he plants him with a perfectly applied Northern Lights Suplex. However that’s not all as Matthews maintains the position and makes a pinfall attempt as he bridges: 1…2…, CMS is able to kick out again. Rick O’shea on the outside of the ring finally recovers and climbs right back to the apron. Matthews guides CMS back to his feet, sets him up and connects him with a Russian Leg Sweep. However, this time William Matthews doesn’t make the cover, and instead he wastes time taunting to the crowd. He gives his back to the knocked CMS, thing that the IC Champion takes full advantage of and makes him trip.

Both men lie side to side, however it doesn’t take long for them to start getting back to their senses. CMS is the first one and he immediately starts going toward his corner looking to make the tag, however while he was the first he wasn’t faster, as William Matthews gets back to his feet and grabs CMS by the boot, stopping him from making the tag. He tries to pull him back to the middle of the ring, however CMS turns, limps a little and he then plants him with an enziguiri right to the back of the head, staggering William Matthews away and down to the canvas. CMS then finally is able to make the tag to Rick O’shea, that enters the match. O’shea rushes but he isn’t able to stop his adversary to also make the tag, as William Matthews tags out to Finlay Jones. Jones enters and he immediately enters in a huge slug fest with his opponent. Jones gets the upperhand driving his knee to the middle section, then nails him with a huge DDT. Jones makes the cover: 1…2…, CMS interferes and blatantly breaks the pinfall, then picks up Finlay Jones and back body drops him away. CMS then taunts to Rick meaning he is there for him.

Hart: I am telling you, CMS is really to be trusted.

Lane: I am not sure, and apparently, neither O’shea.

O’shea gets back to his feet, and he is grabbing his neck in pain, apparently the DDT crushed him some vertebrae. He waits Jones to get back to his feet. Finlay finally does so and both men dash toward each other, however they collide in a huge double clothesline. Both men remain knocked out, but after a while, they drag toward their corner, and successfully make the tag to CMS and William Matthews. CMS enters the match on fire, knocking Matthews down with a clothesline, then he dashes toward the apron and he nails him with a straight fore arm to the head of his opponent. CMS turns around only to get blasted by a surprising dropkick of William Matthews. Finlay Jones is infuriated, and he also enters the ring. Both Matthews and Jones start stomping on CMS, beating him down. The referee finally manages to take Finlay Jones away. Matthews gets him back to the middle of the ring and sets him up for a brainbuster, however before he is able to connect it, CMS reverses it and he connects a suplex of his own. Still on the mat, CMS drags toward his corner looking to make the tag to Rick O’shea, however right when he is about to make the tag, O’shea denies it, and then he just gets down of the apron. CMS gets back to his feet still staring at Rick O’shea, completely shocked at Rick O’shea bailing on him.

Hart: Wait, why the hell is Rick O’shea doing this?

Lane: He is sending a message for this Sunday, and to CMS, he’s paying his sins on Maggot.

CMS looks completely puzzled still. From behind, William Matthews walks toward him looking to surprise him, however CMS shows that he was already waiting for him, he turns around and just nails William with the Saprissa Kick. He makes the cover: 1…2…3.

Winners: CMS and Rick O’shea


Hart: I still don’t get why Rick O’shea bail on CMS, but Carlos showed the kind of champion he is, and got the win.

Lane: But this two men will meet at Final Impact this Sunday, and things couldn’t be more heated.


***COMMERCIAL***


We go backstage and we see Carl Long standing alone side Rick O’shea.

Long: Carl Long here as we are able to get some quick words with Rick O’shea. Rick, we were looking on some explanation on what you did to CMS out there, on why you left him alone?

O’shea: Why? I have had to put up with this crap of Can you trust CMS? For almost a month now, and quite frankly, I was sick of it. In this business, you can’t trust nobody. Maggot learned that the hard way from CMS, and CMS learned the hard way with me.

Long: Do you have any remorse?


O’shea: Remorse? Can you trust CMS, more like can you trust Rick O’shea. CMS is looking for who attacked him 5 weeks ago, well CMS, look no further, because he is right here.

Crowd gives a mixed reaction in shock by the announcement.

O’shea: Carlos, this Sunday we meet, and I hope you are ready, because me, I was born ready!

Rick O’shea walks away leaving Long confused.


Lane: If Carl Long was confused about that, imagine how CMS must be.

Hart: What CMS, I don't understand anything going on here.

Lane: But well, it's main event time, and what a match it will be.


Running From Me By Trust Company hits the arena as Shawn Alexander Hayes steps out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring

Jessica Lock: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands 6 ft two inches tall and weighs in two hundred fifteen lbs SHAWN ALEXANDER HAYES!!!


The Tony Montana theme hits out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Montana steps out onto the stage.

Jessica Lock: His partner weighing in at 230 lbs, from Havana, Cuba, Montana.

Hart: This man has been thought a lot, and I mean a lot, in this personal war against James Kash.

Lane: Look at him, he's ready to go to war.


Encore by Jay-Z and LinkinPark hits the arena and MNM steps out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring.

Jessica Lock: Standing in at six feet even weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds from Newcastle, England, MNM!

Lane: The top dog in IWF as of right now, MNM.

Hart: A man that achieved his goal, becoming champion, but will he be able to defend it against KnicKy this Sunday and retain it?


Jessica Lock: And their opponents, first from Transylvania, Romania, standing at 6 feet even and weighing in at two hundred lbs, KASSIDY LOREN HAYES!!!

Hart: A man that can be considered a legend in this business.

Lane: But he goes against this Sunday against the self proclaimed Legend Killer, his own son!


So Determined hits the arena as the lights go out followed by massive green and gold pyro’s. James Kash steps out in confident way and making the title taunt. He then enters the ring.

Lane: The owner of the IWF, and Montana's opponent at Final Impact.

Jessica Lock: Standing in at six feet seven inches weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds from Lake Jackson, Texas, James Kash!


Headstrong by Trapt hits the speakers, as KnicKy makes his way out onto the stage. Looking focused, he stops at the top of the stage and loosens his wrists and neck, as fireworks shoot off behind him. KnicKy makes his way down the ramp way, and steps into the ring. He makes his way to the far turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, yelling with intensity at the crowd, before hopping back into the centre of the ring.

Jessica Lock: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, standing in at five foot ten inches, hailing from Brisbane Australia: KnicKy

Main Event
Final Impact Showcase Match
James Kash, Kassidy and KnicKy vs Montana, Hayes and MNM
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Bell rings: Both teams discuss it for a while, but they finally reach on an understanding respectively on who to start the match. KnicKy and Hayes kick it off for their respective teams, and picking up right where they left off two weeks ago on their Monday Mayhem encounter. Both men lock up centre of the ring and force eachother around the ring. KnicKy gets control of the situation and locks in a tight head lock, taking him down with a quick headlock takedown. On the mat, KnicKy is caught by a head scissors from Hayes, but quickly escapes it as both men get to their feet. The crowd applaudes a little as both men go right back at it, exchanging big rights and lefts. Hayes drives his boot into the stomach of KnicKy hits a back elbow to the temple of his challenger, knocking him to one knee. Hayes foes after him, hitting a DDT centre of the ring. He covers KnicKy, but gets one. KnicKy to his feet as he walks into Hayes, one his knees. Hayes grabs his head, and hops onto his feet and then into the air, cracking KnicKy's jaw down onto his skull. KnicKy stumbles backwards into the ropes as Hayes rushes him, taking him down with a running clothesline. Hayes then grabs his opponent by the air, and pulls him back to a standing position. Hayes holds him and then drags him toward his corner, where then he makes the tag to his partner, Montana. Montana enters methodically carrying himself. He delivers a kick to the middle section making KnicKy growl in pain. He then sets him up and just as methodical he nails his opponent with a rolling neckbreaker. He makes the cover: 1…2…, KnicKy gets one shoulder up. Montana doesn’t lose his coolness and gets back to his feet. He goes back to his corner and remakes the tag to Hayes, that goes back into the match and to face KnicKy.

KnicKy is struggling to get back to his feet, and he is dangerously close to the ring ropes. Hayes storms toward him and nails him with a lariat, KnicKy rolls over the top rope to the outside. Hayes looks down at him. The referee starts the count out and both James Kash and Kassidy, his tag team partners, cheer him to recover. KnicKy climbs back to his feet, and looks up at MNM; whom has a grin on his face, watching all the action from the apron, on the corner of his team.

Hart: KnicKy better don’t lose his focus, MNM is not in the action just yet.

He rolls into the ring and gets in the face of MNM. Montana is next to MNM and tries to pull a fast one on KnicKy, however KnicKy reacts first and drives his forearm right to the head of Montana, knocking him down of the apron. Hayes tries to take advantage, grabbing KnicKy from behind, however he has him scouted; connecting with a clubbing back elbow, right to the temple. Hayes stumbles back, as KnicKy yells at MNM a little more, before rushing Hayes for a clothesline. Hayes ducks it, and races off into the opposite direction, into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and sprints across at KnicKy, who catches him with a tilt-a-world backbreaker. KnicKy finally goes to his corner and makes the tag, letting James Kash into the match. Kash enters to a big pop from the crowd. He quickly goes toward Hayes and guides him back to his feet, however before he is able to touch him, Hayes crawls backwards toward his corner, then in coward fashion and avoiding facing Kash, he turns around and makes the tag to Montana. Montana enters the ring and he stares at James Kash with a huge grin on his face. Both men enter in an intense stare down, however Montana avoids confrontation as well, as he turns around and makes the tag to MNM.

Lane: Oh c’mon, this is getting ridiculous! Both Montana and Hayes have tagged out, escaping from James Kash.

Hart: Montana doesn’t have to worry about James Kash tonight, he is saving their epic showdown for when it counts, this Sunday.

MNM does enter the ring and the match. He and Kash start circling each other, looking for a space to attack. They come close to each other and they enter in a test of strength. Kash gets the upperhand and he locks his opponent in a side headlock. After a while, James modifies the hold floating over his opponent and he then locks his opponent with a one armed headlock, only to then change it, as it is use as a prelude to then get MNM inside a hammerlock. James Kash maintains the hold locked in, however Manase manages to counter stepping and going under the arm of his opponent, reversing the hammerlock of Kash and locking in a hammerlock of his own, however James Kash is able to counter the hammerlock applied of Mike Nigel Manase as using his free arm to take down his opponent. He then dashes to the ring ropes, and when he bounces back he nails MNM with a big elbow drop to the chest. He makes the cover: 1…, MNM quickly kicks out. James Kash gets back to his feet. He gets the hair out of his face and he then grabs MNM, and guides him back up to a standing position as well. He grabs him by the arm and goes to Irish Whips MNM toward the ropes, however Manase is able to counter and instead he throws Kash instead toward the ropes. He bounces back and MNM receives him with a kick to the middle section, then goes to set him for the Manase Effect, however, before he successfully connects it, James Kash gets out of the hold, then as MNM turns around, James Kash gets him over his shoulders and goes for the Down Payment, however once again before the maneuver gets connected, MNM slides out of the hold and back to his vertical standing. MNM and Kash stare at each other, then dash to opposite side of the ropes, they bounce back and clash in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline. Both men lie side by side. After a while, they start getting back to their senses and crawling to their sides. MNM is able to get to their corner first and he makes the tag to Montana. Montana rushes to avoid his nemesis to make the tag, however James Kash just gets up, turns around and gets right on the face of Montana, obviously not even going to try to make the tag now that Montana is inside the ring.

Lane: Oh God, James Kash not backing down, and getting right on the face of Montana.

Hart: Hell is going to break lose, I can feel it.

Montana and James Kash start badmouthing each other. They finally explode and start going at it, trading straight right hand after straight right hand. They then start huge brawl, circling the entire ring, until then, in an awe inspiring moment, both men go over the top rope, still holding to each other brawling. James Kash and Montana then go over the ramp trading straight right hands, until finally disappearing and going to the back.

Hart: What?

Lane: Where are they going? Hey James, Montana, you two are in a match!

All men inside the ring, including the referee look puzzled. However, the official makes the decision to keep the match going. Kassidy quickly steps up as the man entering the ring for his team, and the IWF Undisputed Champion MNM answers for his team. MNM and Kassidy meet in the middle ring in a huge slug fest, trading straight right hands back and forth. Kassidy grabs the arm of MNM and goes to Irish Whip him, however MNM counters and instead he is the one throwing Kassidy, and making him clash with his own partner KnicKy knocking him down of the apron. MNM stares at the floored KnicKy on the outside of the ring with a huge grin on his face. KnicKy seems completely infuriated and gets right back to the inside of the ring. He slides to the interior and just tackles down MNM, then goes bizark planting him with punches right to the head. KnicKy gets back to his feet and guides MNM along with him, then grabs him by the back of the head and throws MNM over the top rope. KnicKy follows him to the outside as well, then he measures him, and as Mike gets back to his feet, he plants him with a clothesline that turns him over the barricade. Eventually, both KnicKy and MNM disappear from in between the crowd, leaving as well.

Hart: Oh c’mon, this is just blatant lack of professionalism.

Lane: And this only leaves father and son in the match.

Hart: Father, son, and Final Impact opponents.

Hayes enters the ring, with Kassidy still holding his chest thanks to the clashing with KnicKy. He guides him back to his feet, and sets him for the Angels Arrow, however before he connects it, Kassidy somehow reverses it into a Victory Roll, showing his athleticism, however, before he is successful on completely spinning and performing the roll completely, Hayes is able to sit down on it: 1…2…, Hayes grabs the rope and the referee doesn’t catch him, 3.

Result: Hayes pins Kassidy


Lane: You have to be kidding me, that was a shameless cheating.

Hart: But the bottom line is, everyone sent their Final Impact messages, but nobody, and I mean nobody, did it in a clearer way than this young man right there, Hayes.


End of the Show