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Insanity Results - 07/04/2008; Pay-Per-View (Insanity) Results
Topic Started: Apr 2 2008, 11:08 AM (402 Views)
Yours Truly Lance Mikes
HcW Co-Owner 'Yours Truly' Lance Mikes
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Show: Insanity - Pay Per View
Date: 07/04/2008
Time: 7pm CT
Venue: Civic Coliseum Knoxville, Tennessee
Ticket Information: Sold Out!


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Solo: Insanity
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[align=center]Freeview Match Up
Singles
Bionic Beauty vs Roxas Knoxx[/align]
The match started with Roxas Knoxx taking it to Bionic Beauty in the early going, Bionic Beauty gained the upper hand, ducking a clothesline and from there on out it was all Bionic Beauty. Bionic Beauty took the victory after hitting her finishing move.
Winner: Bionic Beauty


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[As The theme music, "Insanity" by Solo starts to play the HcW Logo flashes on the screen and then the Insanity logo appears with a small sponser in the corner which reads, "Sponsored by Orange Fanta". The intro video begins to play as we see some footage from Monday Night Hell. We see Vittori destroying Tyke Index on Monday Night Hell.. Tyke Index then holding his title in the air. Then writing appears.

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Narrator: Tonight there are many battles.. tonight Tyke Index defends his World title against Vittori, where for tonight Tyke Index could lose his title to Vittori

[Voices are then over heard..]

Tyke Index: I will not lay down for Vittori

Vittori: Tyke Index will fall at my feet..

Narrator: Personal Vendettas will come to an end...

Lance Mikes: I will burn the ashes of Glen Greeney tonight!

Glen Greeney: Lance Mikes will BURN!

Narrator:Tonight its time for some Insanity!!

[Insanity comes live from Civic Coliseum Knoxville, Tennessee.]

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Al Locker: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. We're here at the sold out Civic Coliseum Knoxville, Tennessee for Insanity!!, ..We are also joined tonight by our Spannish commentry team of Carlos Lucho and El Mando!

[The camera's pan to the Spanish annoucers]

Carlos Lucho: ˇHola y recepción a la paga de la locura de HcW por la visión, le doy una recepción caliente, y así que hago mi EL Mando del socio!

El Mando: ˇHola ventiladores de HcW! ˇgoce de la locura!

[The camera's return to Al Locker and Alan Carcia]

Alan Carcia: I wouldn't take that shit Locker, Mando just said he slept with your mother last night!.. haha.. That's right Insanity is upon us and what a night we have in store. Im so excited

Al Locker: Your full of it Carcia..

[align=center]Five Way Match
Winner Fights For World Championship on Monday Night Hell
The Gladiator vs Shock vs Odin Snape vs Glacier vs IcE[/align]

Richard Basset: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! There are no disqualifications and there must be a winner! The winner of this 5 Man Match will go on to face the HcW Champion next week on Monday Night Hell!

[During the start of the show the wrestlers made there way to the ring one by one, they are all ready in the ring, awaiting the bell.]

Al Locker: All five of the competitors are in the ring and there’s the bell! This match is so huge that we have a ref inside the ring as well as outside!

[Shock automatically darts after Glacier and spears him to the mat and starts punching him. IcE and Odin Snape give each other a quick glance and then start attacking The Gladiator.]

[/b]Alan Carcia:[/b] All of these men have recently joined or have come back to the HcW and once of these men have a golden ticket to become the big dog around here if they win this match!

Al Locker: The Gladiator pushes Odin Snape off of him and then lifts IcE up for a chokeslam but IcE kicks him in the gut and lands a DDT!

Alan Carcia: Odin’s back to his feet and he clotheslines IcE to the outside of the ring! Shit’s getting crazy already and the bell just sounded!

[Shock and Glacier are now to their feet brawling. Glacier gets the upper hand and whips Shock right into a big boot from The Gladiator. Glacier now goes after The Gladiator with rights and lefts. He gives him a chop to the chest and The Gladiator just shoves him backwards making him roll. Back on the outside of the ring Odin Snape and IcE are exchanging rights and lefts. IcE blocks one of Odin’s punches and spins around with a kick to the gut. He then hooks a double hook on Odin and suplexes him to the outer mat.)

Al Locker: Oh man! Odin is gonna be feeling that in the morning.

Alan Carcia: Shock is back to his feet and he nails Glacier with a boot to the gut! He locks arms and spins around… VERTIBREAKER FROM SHOCK!!!

[Shock goes for a pin but The Gladiator lifts him off Glacier by the hair and then grabs him by the neck with both hands. He does an over-the-head toss and Shock flips and lands on the mat face first.]

Al Locker: The Gladiator is just dominating over all of these men!

Alan Carcia: Well look at him, he outweighs everyone by at least 90 pounds and he’s simply a lot taller than the other four men!

[IcE slides in the ring and gets a chop block in on The Gladiator bringing him down to a knee. IcE bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a Shining Wizard. He gets up to his feet and him and Glacier look at each other face-to-face. They then begin to brawl. Glacier gets the upper hand and locks up with IcE. He then gets a headlock takedown on IcE. Snape gets up on the ring apron and does a flipping splash landing on both IcE and Glacier.]

Al Locker: God damn! That’s a good way to break a headlock I guess.

Alan Carcia: Odin Snape charges at Shock but Shock leaps up and nails him with a leaping sidekick! That guy is so lethal! He can hit you from all angles!

[The Gladiator gets to his hands and knees as he tries to shake the cobwebs out from the Shining Wizard. Shock leaps up onto his back and then leaps off of it and lands a Shooting Star Press.]

Al Locker: Shock is so innovative! He goes for the cover! 1… 2… And there’s Glacier in to break up the count with an elbow drop! Glacier gets Shock to his feet but IcE spins Glacier around and nails him with a hard boot to the gut! IcE gets Glacier up in a powerbomb and Shock is off the ropes…

Alan Carcia: SHOCK WITH A HIGH MISSILE DROPKICK AND GLACIER FLIES OFF OF IcE’S SHOULDERS FACE-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Al Locker: What teamwork from IcE and Shock there! I can see why the management had those two tag in their debut match here in HcW!

[Odin Snape gets back to his feet and kicks Shock hard in the back. He then kicks him again in the gut and hits a swinging neckbreaker. He gets his eyes on IcE again and spears him into the corner. He begins unloading on IcE with rights and lefts but The Gladiator comes out of nowhere with a huge splash into the corner crushing both Odin and IcE.]

Al Locker: The Gladiator squashed IcE and Snape like they were bugs! Glacier gets to his feet and The Gladiator charges after him but Glacier pulls the ropes down and The Gladiator tumbles to the outside!

Alan Carcia: The Gladiator is quick to get back to his feet and Glacier with a slingshot cross-body to the outside! The Gladiator caught him! I don’t believe it! THE GLADIATOR WITH A FALL-AWAY SLAM AND GLACIER LANDS HARD ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP!!!

Al Locker: This is just madness all over the place! It’s hard to keep up with all this action!

[Shock gets to his feet and quickly bounces off the ropes and ends up doing a back flip over the top rope nailing The Gladiator on the outside of the ring.]

Alan Carcia: This is just carnage on the outside of the ring right now! Odin is up again and he sees the wreckage on the outside. The Gladiator, Glacier, and Shock are all slowly getting to their feet… SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW PLANCHA FROM ODIN SNAPE!!!

Al Locker: He almost didn’t make it to hit all of those men. Oh hell no… IcE leaps up on the top turnbuckle and he signals for some high-flying move… SHOOTING STAR INTO A TWISTING SPLASH AND HE LANDS RIGHT ON ODIN SNAPE AND THE GLADIATOR!!!

[The fans start a HcW chant as all the men are simply out of it.]

Alan Carcia: Shock gets to his feet and he grabs IcE by the hair and sends him back in the ring. He goes for the pinfall! 1…2… IcE kicks out just in the knick of time! I’m surprised that Shock actually covered IcE there.

Al Locker: Well they may have been teammates one week but that doesn’t mean anything, Alan. These two are hungry for gold and nothing’s gonna get in their way!

[Shock bounces off the ropes and IcE kips up off his back into a hurricanrana right away. Glacier is up on the ring apron and he nails IcE in the face and then springboards into a leg lariat.]

Al Locker: What a phenomenal move by Glacier there! He’s back to his feet and so is Shock.

Alan Carcia: Glaicer goes for a clothesline but Shock locks on the Anaconda Vise he calls Buzzed! Glacier looks ready to tap!

[The Gladiator climbs to the top turnbuckle and the fans go crazy as he leaps off with a frog splash landing on Glacier and Shock.]

Al Locker: Holy fuckin’ shit! The big man went flying and crushed Glacier and Shock! They’re fuckin’ pancakes!

Alan Carcia: The Gladiator is back to his feet and he plants his big foot on both Glacier and Shock for the pin! 1… 2… OH MY GOD, ODIN SNAPE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!!

[Snape gets to his feet as he sees The Gladiator knocked out in the corner. IcE gets to his hands and knees and Snape runs, leaps off of IcE’s back, and hits a big splash on The Gladiator in the corner. IcE gets to his feet and Snape charges at IcE with a spear but IcE rolls over Snape’s back then hooks his head and flips him over with an Osaka Street Cutter. Glacier stumbles back to his feet without IcE noticing. He taps IcE on the shoulder and then sprays a blue mist in IcE’s eyes.]

Al Locker: Looks like it’s an Icy Ending for IcE! Shock gets to his feet but Glacier quickly nails him with a kick to the gut. Glacier nails Shock again with a swift kick to the skull!

Alan Carcia: Glacier goes up top… 32 DEGREES FARENHEIGHT TO BOTH SHOCK AND IcE!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!

Al Locker: These men are putting on a god damn clinic in there tonight! They’ve given us everything and more! Oh shit, Glacier with the cover! 1…2… NO!!! The Gladiator breaks it up!

[The Gladiator lifts Glacier up by the hair and then sticks Glacier’s head between his legs then lifts him up and nails him with The Gladiator Slam. Odin Snape rolls out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick from under the ring. He slides back in the ring but gets stomped by IcE. IcE steals the kendo stick and nails The Gladiator behind the knee making him drop down. IcE then throws the stick aside and nails The Gladiator with The Franchise Kick.]

Alan Carcia: You could hear that super kick in the next county! Good lord!

Al Locker: IcE sits Shock up and he locks his legs over his arms… What in the hell is that?!

Alan Carcia: I don’t know, looks like a full nelson but he’s using his legs instead of his arms.

[Odin Snape comes in and breaks the move up with a stiff kick to the stomach of IcE. Odin Snape picks up IcE and launches him over the top rope to the outside. Odin turns around and The Gladiator sets him up for The Gladiator Slam. Odin Snape goes up and manages to drop down away from the hold. He kicks The Gladiator in the guts and hits him with a twist of fate. A move he calls Shadow Maker. Odin goes for the cover.]

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Richard Bassett: The winner of this match, Odin Snape.

Al Locker: What a victory for Odin Snape.

Alan Carcia: That's a huge win, he faces the World Champion next week on Monday Night Hell.

[The camera moves from the announce table to the titantron.]

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Al Locker: What was that all about?

Alan Carcia: I guess we'll find out soon Locker.

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Number One Contendership for Xtreme Wrestling Championship
Dave Wilson vs Hells Guardian[/align]

Richard Basset: The following contest is set for one fall… in which the winner becomes the number one contender for the HcW Xtreme Wrestling Championship... Coming to the ring first from Belfast, Ireland.... DAVE “THE PAIN” WILSOOOOOOON!!!

[“The Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin plays over the sound system and Dave Wilson comes down to the ring to a mixed reaction.]

Dave Wilson enters the ring still getting a mixed reaction from the sell out crowd!

Richard Bassett: There oponent .. hailing from Parts Unknown.... Hellllllssss Guuuuaaarrrddiiaann!!

[The Lights flicker until the sounds of electricity fill the arena as it is plunged into darkness. A Moon appears on the titantron and a white glow appears on the stage. "Resident Evil" begins to blare through the P.A. system, when a huge explosion occurs and the flames dance as Hell's Guardian appears where the moon is shining and advances with a slow pace down to the ring. Once inside, Richard does his best to avoid the monster]

Al Locker: What a freaky looking man Hells Guardian is

Alan Carcia: Your face is still uglier!

Al Locker: Only a face a mother could love eh Carcia?

Alan Carcia: I doubt she would even admit to that!

Al Locker: Haha.. pfftt..

[Hells Guardian and Wilson lock it up in the cneter of the ring, Dave wilson manages to kick Hells Guardian in the midsection and tosses him into the ropes! Hells Gaurdian launches himself into Wilson and knocks him to the canvas, Wilson quickly gets back to his feet only to be clotheslined to the canvas then Hells Guardian gets on one knee and beigins to punch away at Wilson face..]

Al Locker: I have a feeling this match will turn ugly quickly

Alan Carcia: Can't be any quicker then being born like it eh Locker!

Al Locker: Folks at home im sorry about Carcia's behaviour!! Retard!

[Hells Guardian takes a hard shot to the chest from Dave wilson, both men stagger back slightly!! But look out! Dave Wilson delivered a thundering DDT to Hells Guartdian, Hold on.. Hells Guaridan's bounced off the canvas and he just sat right up!! Dave Wilson looks on in shock! Hells Guardian starts to make his way back to his feet but Wilson takes no time to kick away at Hells Guardian! not taking any chances..]

Al Locker: I can't believe Hells Guardian got up immediatly from that DDT!

[Dave Wilson rolls out of the ring in search for whatever weapon he can grab hold of.. Moments later Wilson takes a monitor off the Spanish announcers Desk and rolls back into the ring.]

Al Locker: Carlos Lucho and El Mando are looking on with confusion at Dave Wilson

Alan Carcia: What are those spicks doing here anyway sat next to us?

Al Locker: I don't think our Spannish audiance at home would be happy with what you said Carcia

Alan Carcia: I love Spanish women!

[Dave Wilson drops the monitor and bring Guardian back onto his feet, Hells Guardian is playing possum though and punches Dave Wilson then hits with a body slam. Hells Guardian then delivers a leg drop to Wilson then goes for a cover.]

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[Dave Wilson gets his shoulder up. Hells Guardian gets to his feet and eyes the monitor which sits on the canvas. Hells looks back at Wilson and forgets about the monitor. Wilson gets to his feet holding his lower back then gets hit with a Belly To Belly then moments later hit with a German Suplex. Hells Guardian then covers Wilson.

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[Wilson kicks out.]

Al Locker: What a match up this has been so far folks

[Hells Guardian gets to his feet and decides its time to pick up the monitor which is inside the ring. Has Wilson caused his own down fall here?.. Hells Guardian stalks Wilson, .. Wilson slowly makes his way to his feet... Hells Guardian smashes Dave Wilson with the monitor in the face. Hells Guardian covers Dave Wilson.]

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Richard Bassett: The winner of this match, Hells Gaurdian!

[After a few minutes Dave Wilson manages to get to his feet, with blood flowing from his head. Dave Wilson rolls out of the ring and heads on over to the announcers desk]

Al Locker: Oh man, whats he want?

Alan Carcia: I dunno Locker, but he's watching you!

[Dave Wilson walks up to Locker and slaps his cap right off his head. Wilson then bad mouths Locker before walking away. Locker then jumps to his feet only to be held back by Alan Carcia.]

Alan Carcia: Just leave it Locker, he's not worth it

Al Locker: That bastard just slapped my hat off my head!

Alan Carcia: Fuck me Locker do you sleep with that pice of crap on your head? Huge dent where the fucker sits on your head 24/7

Al Locker: This hat is my pride an joy. Im not going to let some low down piece of scum slap it off my head!

Alan Carcia: Calm down, calm down

**Monday Night Hell brought to you every week in High Definition**

Al Locker: Well up next we have the No Limits Trophy match and of course this one all started a couple of weeks ago on Monday Night Hell when Fear stole possession of Shanel Whites No Limit Trophy.

Alan Carcia: There is a lot of things you can do in life, like sleep with Al Lockers mother, but stealing from Shanel White is not one of those things I'm afraid!

Al Locker: Easy there, pal. I'm not in the best of moods following what that bastard Dave Wilson just done.

**Footage shows Fear stealing the No Limits Trophy from Shanel White, and then it shows Shanel staring up the ramp, the motions start to speed up before climaxing**

[The camera goes backstage as the sound of heeled boots clicking against the cement of the parking lot into the back loading dock of the arena as she emerged from the darkness dressed in deep indigo jeans, a black halter top and a denim jacket, cut to the bust line. The cigarette smoking from between her pressed lips, the woman looks around clearly agitated with something.]

Woman: He’s late.

[A rustle and indistinct laughter comes from behind her as a man also comes from the shadows with a charmingly beautiful young woman hugged against him.]

Man: Look, honey—a real hooker.

[The first woman turns around with a heavy sigh to face the man—not quite head to head—but close enough. His pleased grin spreads as her nose scrunches in disgust.]

Woman: Listen, hoss. If you and Marcia are going to tag along like the couple of groupies that you are—then so be it. But remember one thing—this was my idea and I’ll be damned if you make me look like a fool because you don’t give a crap about this lifestyle anymore.”

[Sarcastically saluting her, the woman rolls her eyes at him and reaches into the pocket of her denim jacket.]

Woman: First impressions are key, Xavier. Let’s show these ring rats just how Elite we truly are.

[Without anything else being said, they retrieve sunglasses, in unison place them over their eyes, and walk casually into the building. The other woman shakes her head as she lingers behind.]

Other Woman: God—what are you two the Blues Brothers with your sunglasses and your dynamic entry--?

[The cameras then go back to the ring, Ready for the next match.]

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No Limits Trophy
Fear vs Shanel White ©[/align]

Richard Bassett: This match will be fought under No Limit Trophy rules! Making his way to the ring at this time weighing in at 6'0" and 265 pounds...Feaaar!!

[“It’s the fear” fills the arena, suddenly the arena is covered in total darkness, a single red spotlight follows Fear to the ring. Fear will have his face covered by a hood, with his head down, slowly walking towards the ring. Once he had reached the ring he slides under the ring ropes and sits in the corner, slowly rocking back and forth.]

Richard Bassett: And his opponent, she stands at 5'5" and 139 pounds and is the No Limits Trophy champion! Ladies and gentleman this is 'Caramel Perfection', Shaneeell White!!

[The lights go dark as 'Shawty is the Shit" starts to play. The lights in the arena start to flash purple, white and blue as Shanel comes up through the floor, posing on a chair, in the middle of the entryway. There is a huge all white explosion as she gets up from the chair and slowly makes her way down the ramp and on to the apron of the ring. She then flips over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring, and dances slowly to her music.]

[Fear charges at Shanel White right off the bat! Shanel knocks down Fear with a right, make that two rights! Side headlock by Fear, Shanel presses against the ropes and whips Fear! Big back body drop from Shanel! Fear reaches his feet, but is taken down by a drop kick! Shanel goes for another drop kick! Fear blocks it and throws her to the mat!]

Al Locker: These opening exchanges have been frantic!

Alan Carcia: Yeah it looks like it should be some match!

[Fear picks up Shanel and drives her into the corner using his shoulder! Fear drags Shanel centre ring and hits her with a side Russian Leg Sweep. Fear picks up Shanel and applies a cross face chicken wing! Shanel is fading...Shanel reverses backing Fear into the corner! Shanel hits Fear with an axe kick! Shanel stalks Fear before dropping an elbow across his chest. Shanel gets up and drops another elbow, make that three elbows!]

Al Locker: Shanel is going to the top rope here!

Alan Carcia: The girl is going to fly!

[Shanel White looks for a missile dropkick, but as she jumps something wrong happens, we can see her quad shift up her leg in a very sick fashion. She can't move on the mat. She is screaming in pain. Fear stands up and doesn't quite know what to do.]

Al Locker: Oh my, Shanel looks in a bad way folks, her quad just shot up her leg. We need help out here.

Alan Carcia: Yeah, as Shanel propelled herself off the top rope she done something far wrong to the left leg.

[Shanel is holding her leg screaming in pain, Fear approaches her, but Shanel nails him with three forearms with all she has got. She can't put any weight on her leg, she walks right into a Touch of Fear! Shanel is out cold! Fear makes the cover.]

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Al Locker: Fear is now legible to climb the ladder and retrieve the trophy! That's not the story here, though. Shanel can't stop him as she has tore her quad, it looks that way anyway!

[Shanel tries to quench the pain to climb after Fear, but her leg does not allow it. Fear grabs the trophy to win the match! Fear comes down and stares at Shanel who can't walk! Fear slams the No Limits Trophy off the back of her quad! To add insult to her already huge injury!]

Richard Bassett: Here is your winner and new No Limits Trophy holder...Feaaaar!!!

Al Locker: Oh my god, what a sick bastard! Fear just decimated Shanel White's leg, what a bastard! What a bastard!

Alan Carcia: He was just putting her out her misery.

Al Locker: You put an old person or dog out their misery, but you don't, I repeat - don't ever treat another human like that!

[Backstage we see Tyke Index talking with his Defiance team mates, he walks outside the front door where is he stopped by Linda Chadwick]

Linda Chadwick: Tyke, later tonight you step inside the ring with Donovan Vittori, a man who recently has had your number. How do you plan on keeping a hold of your HCW World Championship?

Tyke Index: Tonight isn't about getting one up, it's not even just about championships. This match tonight is about pride, it's about doing what's right, it's about recovering my youth. Tonight, Linda - I become that naive young kid. Tonight, I see the eyes through that kids eyes. Tonight I have no fear, Linda, tonight I will show no remorse, and when Vittori is staring at the ceiling comatosed, just remember one thing. It was done on my terms...

[The camera falls back on Al Locker and Alan Carcia]

Al Locker: Tyke Index has never looked more focused by my estimation. Tonight is gong to be an absolute war.

Alan Carcia: If you ask me, Donovan Vittori will walk away World Champion right here tonight. That is my pick and I'm sticking by it!

Al Locker: Well you do that Alan, I bet a lot of people would beg to differ, though.

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Al Locker: Folks I have word that Linda Chadwick is standing by with Mr Greeney backstage..

[The camera's head backstage to where Linda Chadwick is joined at this time by the one and only Mr Greeney]

Linda Chadwick: I hope everyone at home is enjoying Insanity, im loving it!.. But all im now joined by Mr Greeney. Mr Greeney we are moments away from the first ever "Caged In Hell" match up, How are you feeling?

Mr Greeney: Linda, I don't admit to being scared much in life. But tonight is different. Im scared .. so scared. Scared of what i might just do to Lance Mikes in that ring. Tonight IM TELLING YOU LANCE MIKES WILL BURN IN HELL.

Linda Chadwick: Mr Greeney are you not scared for your own wellbeing?

Mr Greeney: You've had enough of my time..

[With that said Mr Greeney straps some tape around his wrists and walks away.]

Linda Chadwick: Guys im not sure Mr Greeney will admit it, but he looks a little concerned to me! back over to Al Locker and Alan Carcia

[The camera's go back to ring side with Al Locker and Alan Carcia]

Al Locker: Well folks we are moments away from our co-owners fighting it out inside a Caged In Cell match

Alan Carcia: This feud has been going for years, tonight I have a feeling this could be the last time we see one of these men!!

[A short video plays showing Mr Greeney and Lance Mikes previous feuding moments. The video ends showing both mens faces with fire burning behind then fades out]

Al Locker: Folks the time has come

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Caged In Hell Match (Enclosed Cell With Fire Surrounding)
Mr Greeney vs Lance Mikes[/align]

[The crowd stands at attention as the cell begins to lower onto the ring. The cell clamps on to the ring.]

Richard Basset: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall; inside the steel cell as a blaze surrounds the ring. The only way to win is either by pinfall or submission. Making his way to the ring first is one half of the owners Glen Greeney.

['Living on a Prayer' blares over the p.a. system as Glen makes his way from behind the curtain. Not wasting anytime begins walking down the ramp. Running behind him is Lance Mikes carrying a steel chair. Lance runs up and cracks Glen over the head. Glen falls over and rolls down the ramp infront of the fire burners.]

Al Locker: It's a good thing the burners aren't lit yet, the boss would have some major issues.

[Lance Mikes throws the chair into the cell and picks Glen up. He drags him into the cell and the referee on the outside closes the cell door. He lights the burners and the referee on the inside calls for the bell. Lance Mikes goes for a cover.]
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Alan Carcia: This match is finally underway, and may be over in just a few seconds.

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[Kickout! Lance argues that it was a three count but quickly turns his attention back to Glen. He drops a knee to the throat of Glen and tries once again but Glen rolls out of the way. Lance grabs his knee. Both men roll over and try pulling themselves back up. Both men make it back to their feet and start trading punches. Glen ducks a standing clothesline and hits a reverse neckbreaker. He rolls over and starts mounting punches on Lance Mikes.]

Alan Carcia: He who laughs last...causes the most pain.

Al Locker: Wait just a minute someone may laugh...no I guess not.

[Glen picks Lance up and throws him into the ropes, Glen runs in behind and splashes into Lance's back, causing Lance to go face first into the cell. Lance is smashed up against the cell and Glen goes for another splash but Lance moves. Glen now hits face first and bounces off woozy ending with a superkick from Lance Mikes. Glen falls and quickly Lance goes for another pinfall.]

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[kickout; again Lance is frustrated. He goes for a quick cover.]

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[kickout! Lance picks Glen up and starts smacking him head first off the cage over and over. Glen's head is busted open as blood begins trickling down. Lance hits a chest slap, again, and again. He kicks him in the midsection and hits a ddt.]

Al Locker: The boss doesn't mess around does he?

[Lance gets up and goes to the top rope and goes for a leg drop but misses when Glen rolls out of the way. Both men are down. The referee begins the 10 count 1...2...3...4...5...Glen has pulled himself up. He grabs the chair that he was hit with earlier, and waits as Lance pulls himself up as well. Lance turns around and Greeney connects with a chairshot that drops Lance. Glen hits Lance again, then drops the chair. Glen gets a sadistic look on his face as the blood has caused a crimson mask.]

Alan Carcia: I don't like the look on the boss's face. This doesn't look good for Lance Mikes.

[Glen picks Lance up and lifts him onto his shoulders, he goes to drop Lance on the chair but Lance uses everything he has to reverse the move. Lance goes back to a knee, Glen turns around and kicks Lance in the face. Lance drops and Glen goes for a cover.]

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[Lance gets his foot on the ropes. Glen wastes no time and picks Lance up again, he throws him into the corner. Glen walks over to Lance and mounts him and lays punches. Lance shoves Glen off, Glen falls down and Lance baseball slides into him. Both men are down as a bulge appears in the ring canvas. The lights go out as a spotlight hits the centre of the ring. Smoke begins to fill into the ring and suddenly the ring canvas rips open. Something begins to appear from the rip in the canvas, it is actually a person. The person pulls himself up into the ring. He stands up.]

Al Locker: My god Carcia! What the hell is going on!

Alan Carcia: It's the guy from the movie that played earlier, it's Theo Ferenz.

[the lights come back on and Theo looks at both Glen and Lance. He goes over and lifts Glen Greeney up. He lifts him up and drops him down with a gorilla press slam. Lance Mikes is looking on confused. Theo Ferenz turns to face Lance who has managed to get up to one knee. Theo runs at him and nails him with a knee to the face. Theo yanks Lance up and holds him by the hair. Theo points towards the fire.]

Al Locker: What is he suggesting?

Alan Carcia: Surely he can't throw him into the fire!

[Theo picks Lance up, the same way he picked up Glen and throws Lance Mikes into the steel, Lance lands in the flames as EMts rush towards the rings. The burners are being put out as Lance rolls away from the fire, being burnt a little. EMTs manage to get the cell door open and referee and EMTs rush in to help Lance and Glen. Theo just laughs with a sadistic smile on his face as he exits the ring.]

Al Locker: Oh my god! he could have killed Lance Mikes

Alan Carcia: Theo will have hell to pay for...

[The ring crew are re laying the canvas for the next match.]

[A highlight video begins to air of the feud between Tyke Index and Vitorri. Clips are shown of Vitorri smashing Tyke with a steel chair, the clip is repeated two or three times and then a clip of Vitorri pinning Tyke for the win in the tag team match is shown. After the clip you can hear the narrator speaking.]

Narrator: Will There Be A New Champion Tongiht?!

[The cameras return to the ring and the new canvas is laid]

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HcW Xtreme Wrestling Championship
Xtreme Rules - Falls Count Anywhere

Dynamic Derek Daniels © vs Shawn Stevens[/align]

Richard Basset: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall in a falls count anywhere bout for the Xtreme Wrestling Championship. There are no disqualifications; the only way to win is by pinfall or submission. Introducing first the challenger standing six feet seven inches and weighing in at two hundred and sixty two pounds...

[The lights flicker and dim...The rattling of chains can be heard before the slam of a cell door. Wait and Bleed begins playing over the arena.]

Richard Basset: ...coming from Jacksonville, Florida Shawn Stevens.

[Stevens slowly appears from the back, Winkie in one hand, the other a closed fist in the air. His pace to the ring is purposeful, and is accented by the ignoring of all cheers and boos that rain down around him.]

Richard Basset: And his opponent, the current Xtreme Wrestling Champion...

[The lights in the arena go out, and Headstrong plays over the p.a. system.]

Richard Basset: He stands at six feet, six inches and weighs two hundred sixty five pounds. Homing from Reno, Nevada..."Dynamic Derek Daniels.

[On the stage fireworks go off each side of the ramp and the lights come back on as Derek Daniels burst out on the stage pumping the crowd up. He walks down the ramp slapping hands, as his manager Joe Puffs follows him down the ramp and moves to the outside of the ring as Derek goes to each turn buckle holding up his hands and getting the crowd on its feet, Red and Yellow lights flash during this whole time. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway.]

Al Locker: It's time for some real wrestling now. This match could be one for the history books. Take a look folks.

[Derek and Shawn lock up and both try to force the other into the corner. In a dead stand off Shawn kicks Derek in the knee and hits him in the face with a forearm. Shawn hits a quick guillotine clothesline. Shawn turns for a moment and taunts the crowd, Derek takes advantage and drops Shawn with a drop toe hold and quickly puts Shawn in a leg bar. The referee asks Shawn if he wants to give up. Shawn refuses and tries to roll over. He finally does and shoves Derek off of him.]

Alan Carcia: This is exactly what wrestling should be. All of you in the back should take note.

[Derek quickly gets back on the offense as he starts clubbing Shawn over the back. Shawn hits a burst and spears Derek to the ground. He climbs on top and begins placing punches to the jaw. Shawn goes for a cover but only gets a quick one count. Shawn picks Derek up and throws him into the ropes, Derek comes back and Shawn hits Derek with a boot to the face. Shawn drops a knee onto the throat of Derek. Again going for a pinfall, he again only gets a one count.]

Alan Carcia: Shawn should know he's not going to put away the champion that easily. Derek has taken a lot worse.

[Shawn seems a bit frustrated and picks Derek up but Derek gains an advantage as he starts laying punches into Shawn. Derek kicks Shawn in the stomach and tosses him over the top rope. Derek goes out after Shawn and picks him up. He throws him into the outside of the turnbuckle, Shawn's head bounces off the metal. Derek runs behind Shawn and hits an inverted neckbreaker on the outside. Derek walks over to the announcer's table and grabs the ring bell. He waits for Shawn to pull himself up and runs at him. Shawn ducks the bell and kicks Derek in the knee dropping him face first into the bell. Shawn picks Derek up and begins shoulder blocking Derek's back into the side of the ring. Shawn grabs a chair and cracks Derek over the head with it. Derek drops to both knees, Shawn wastes no time and picks Derek up. He tosses Derek over the barricade as Derek lands on a few fans.]

Al Locker: So much for this being a true wrestling match, this is going to get ugly fast.

[Shawn climbs over the barricade and grabs Derek, he hits Derek with another fore-arm under the chin. Shawn throws Derek against a wall. Shawn goes for a splash but Derek moves out of the way. Shawn busts face first off the wall. Derek kicks Shawn in the stomach and hits a ddt. Derek goes for the pinfall, the referee begins counting.

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[kickout! Derek lifts Shawn up and slams him face first on the wall, Derek begins dragging Shawn and throws him through an exit from the ring area. The camera follows the match and we find ourselves in the lobby area of the arena. A few people buying merchandise and food begin cheering. Derek knees Shawn in the face and lifts Shawn up. Derek slams Shawn's face off the counter top of a food stand. Derek goes for it again but Shawn counters and slams Derek's head off the counter. Shawn kicks Derek in the stomach and hits a snap suplex into a roll up for the pinfall. One...two...kickout. Shawn gets up screaming at the referee but quickly turns his attention back to Derek. Shawn kicks Derek in the stomach, and notices a glass popcorn case. He smiles and pulls the plug out of the wall. He takes the case and places it on the ground. He lifts Derek up to his feet and rotates Shawn and goes for a inverted ddt. He lands the ddt, Derek's back bounces off the ground. Shawn lifts him back up and Shawn goes for a punch but Derek counters into The Dynamic Drop. He rolls Shawn on top of the popcorn case. He smiles and looks over to a ladder that's propped against the wall. He sets the ladder up and begins climbing. He jumps off hitting The Dynamic Dive. Shawn's back goes crashing through the glass case. The fans out in the lobby begin shouting holy shit...holy shit...holy shit. Derek goes for the pinfall; the referee begins counting:

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Both men are down, the referee tries to lift Derek's hand but Derek is in pain as well. The referee places the title over Derek's stomach and the camera goes back to the ringside area.]

Richard Basset: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match... your current and reigning champion The Dynamic Derek Daniels.

Alan Carcia: Lets just hope that both men are going to be alright.

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HcW Pure Wrestling Championship
No Disqualification

Kara vs Echo Rayne[/align]

Al Locker: Next up is a match that is going to be great Carcia..

Alan Carcia: I have been waiting for this match for a long time now Locker.

['Break me, Shake me' by Savage Garden hits as Kara is seen walking out onto the top of the ramp from behind the curtains. She begins walking down the ramp as flames light up both sides of the ramp.]

Richard Bassett: Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada.... Kaaarraa!!

[Stop midway down the ramp, she runs the rest of the way sliding herself into the ring through the bottom rope. Pushing her hands into the matt, she flips her body up to her feet. Kara stands in the middle of the ring preparing herself for the battle to come.]

Al Locker: She has been impressive thus far Carcia.

["FMLYHM" by seether blasts over the pa as she steps out on the ramp, she has a evil smirk on her face, ads she walks down the ramp, she glares at the fans that have their hands out her her to slap, but she does nothing just laughs at them and pulls herself to the apron.]

Richard Bassett: And her opponent... Toronto, Ontario, Canada Eeecchooo Raaaaynneee!

[She turns around and makes a nasty gesture to the crowd, before flipping over the top rope backwards and testing the ropes awaiting the bell.]

Al Locker: Here we go folks!

Alan Carcia: Sit back and watch...

[Echo and Kara go nose to nose in the centre of the ring. Kara smirks and Echo shoves her, Kara comes back and shoves Echo who comes forward with a fist but Kara blocks the first. Kara comes back with a first of her own, knocking Echo back a little. Echo comes forward and gets taken down with an arm drag from Kara. They both get up and Kara runs at Echo who hits Kara with an arm drag of her own. They both get up at the same time and stare at each other.]

Al Locker: Woow and this match has just started.

Alan Carcia: This is going to be the show stealer Locker.

[Kara and Echo lock up in the centre of the ring and Echo gets the upper hand with a knee to the gut. Echo hits a quick snap suplex on Kara who is on the floor holding her back. Echo gets up and pulls Kara up to her feet. Echo whips Kara into the ropes and as Kara comes back nails her with a vicious clothesline. Echo mounts over Kara and begins to lay into her with lefts and rights, Kara blocks a punch on the left and then on the right and grabs Echo by the head and nails her with a headbutt which rocks Echo back off Kara. Echo is sat down on the canvas and Kara hits her with a low drop kick to the face. Kara gets back to her feet and hits a senton splash on Echo and goes for the cover.]

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[Echo kicks out.]

Al Locker: Too early in this match for a pinfall if you ask me..

Alan Carcia: No one did ask you so shut up.

[Kara gets up and pulls Echo to her feet. Echo comes out of nowhere with a neckbreaker on Kara. Echo stands up and gives Kara and few kicks to the stomach before lifting her up to her feet. Echo puts Kara in the corner and whips her across to the otherside hard. Kara holds her back as Echo runs in with a clothesline in the corner. Echo comes out of the corner and brings Kara with her and drops her down with a DDT in the centre of the ring. Echo again lifts Kara up and slaps her around a little laughing. Echo then goes for a clothesline but Kara ducks under and holds onto Echo and drops her down with a neckbreaker. Kara then slides out of the ring and brings in a steel chair.]

Al Locker: Business is about to pick up..

Alan Carcia: This could get messy, really quickly.

[As Kara slides into the ring with the chair in hand Echo stands on the chair stopping Kara from lifting it up, Echo then nails a drop kick to the face of Kara. Kara drops back and drops the chair on the floor. Echo gets up and picks the chair up. She waits for Kara to stand up. Kara slowly starts to get up and as she turns around Echo comes at her with the chair but Kara ducks. Echo turns around into a kick. The kick hits the chair which hits Echo in the face. Echo goes down to the floor. Kara lifts Echo up and kicks her in the guts and hits her with a reverse twist of fate. Kara turns Echo around and climbs the turnbuckle.]

Al Locker: It could be over here folks..

[Kara jumps off, hitting a perfect moonsault, a move she calls Straight Thuggin' on Echo, The impact has Echo holding her stomach and Kara. Kara manages to get the cover.]

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Richard Bassett: The winner of this match and NEEWW Pure Wrestling Champion, Kaaarraa!!

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[The camera's pan around the outside of the arena as Al Locker speaks..

Al Locker: Folks Dooms Day comes live to your screens next month, And what an event that is set to be. But we still have business to attend to here at Insanity tonight!

Alan Carcia: We sure do!
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[align=center]Main Event
HcW World Heavyweight Championship
Last Man Standing

Vittori vs Tyke Index ©[/align]

Al Locker: Well this is it, this is the big one.

Alan Carcia: HCW World Champion Tyke Index takes on the Number One contender Vittori. This is going to be such a huge match.

Al Locker: It all goes back to two weeks ago on Monday Night Hell, Tyke Index had just defeated Gerard Christ in a gruelling steel cage match when this happened

**footage rolls of Vittori coming down to the ring and destroying Tyke Index with steel chairs before handcuffing him to the steel cage. Bulldozer' by Machinehead is the backing theme song. We then get footage of Tyke Index and Vittori's scrap amongst the six man tag. The footage ends with a blurred effect of Vittori standing over a fallen Tyke Index this past week on Hell**

Al Locker: Well there is a story to every battle and this match is no different. Both these men came from such similar backgrounds, but what ultimately brought them to the dance couldn't be anymore different.

Alan Carcia: One thing is for sure, both these men want to walk away from Tennessee the HCW World Champion.

Al Locker: Well over the past month on HCW.com we have ran a poll, which fans around the world have voted in. They decided who they felt would walk away from Insanity, World Champion.

Alan Carcia: Let's take a look at the conclusive results of that poll.

Al Locker: Well as you can see Tyke Index is the fans favorite taking 75% of the poll, but Vittori has shown in recent weeks he is very much the champions double if not better!

Alan Carcia: That is a good point, Al. Tyke Index has never pinned nor defeated Vittori in action.

Al Locker: If Tyke Index wants to walk away from Insanity still World Champion he will have to buck that trend right here tonight.

Alan Carcia: But Al, it isn't about three counts tonight. They will have to incapacitate their opponent to the point standing is no longer an option for at least ten seconds!

Al Locker: With that said lets get to the action!

Richard Bessett: Ladies and Gentleman, it is now time for our main event of the evening. It is a last...man...standing match and it is for the HCW World Heavyweight Championship!

[The crowd are going absolutely wild in the background.]

Richard Bessett: Making his way to the ring at this time he is the Number One contender to the HCW World Heavyweight Championship, standing at 6' 3", 235 pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois...Vittorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrri!!

[Lights dim to near-black. The beginning of Indifference plays, then as the spoken-word ends and the guitars kick, white spotlight hits the stage where Donovan stands already. He walks to the ring without acknowledging the fans, then climbs to the second turnbuckle and surveys the scene for a moment while camera flashes go off, then drops down to the mat and waits on the World Champion.]

Al Locker: Donovan Vittori looks in absolutely fantastic shape, he looks confident.

Alan Carcia: But by god he is going to have to go through this man!

[Vittori is staring up towards the ramp, there has been a silence for nearly two minutes when suddenly 'When The Beast Comes Out' by Grynch hits over the speakers! The crowd go crazy for the HCW World Champion Tyke Index! He walks down to the ring not taking his eye off Donovan Vittori once. Tyke Index climbs up the stairs and enters the ring before turning his back to Vittori to pose for the crowd who go nuts in response. Tyke Index takes off the World Championship and kisses it before passing it to the referee]

Richard Bassett: And his opponent he stands at 6' 1" and 225 pounds, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland by the way of New York City, he is the HCW World Heavyweight Champion - Tykeeeeeeeeeeeee...Indexx!!!

[Tyke Index and Vittori close in on each other, they stand face to face, eye to eye. Not many words are exchanged, they just stare.]

Al Locker: Ladies and gentleman I wish you could feel what we are feeling here tonight.

Alan Carcia: These two men are argubly the best athletes in the business today, this match should be a classic.

[Both men back into their corner. Vittori charges at Tyke Index while his back is turned! Tyke side steps! Vittori crashes into the turnbuckle! Index spins Vittori round and nails him with rights and lefts menacing the jaw of Vittori. Tyke whips Vittori into the far corner. Tyke hits a drop kick taking Vittori off his feet. Vittori stands up to be nailed with a second drop kick, make that a series of dropkicks! Vittori stands up and staggers close to the ropes. Tyke clotheslines himself and Vittori over the top rope! Tyke holds onto the top turnbuckle before bringing himself back into the ring!]

Al Locker: What athleticism from Tyke Index! You have to feel if the pace quickens it benefits the champion. He weighs slightly less than his challenger and this could be a huge advantage as the match drags on.

Alan Carcia: What is Tyke doing!?

[Tyke gets a head of steam before leaping over the top rope and catching Donovan Vittori with a corkscrew ploncha! Both men crumple to the mat! Tyke Index stands up and salutes the fans who in response go nuts. Tyke picks up Vittori and slams his head into the steel steps! Tyke picks up Vittori in an atomic drop position, but instead of dropping him he charges Vittori groin first into the steel ring post! Vittori is in some amount of pain!]

Al Locker: The world champion seems up for this fight, Alan. He said he was taking the threat of Vittori seriously and so far that has been obvious to everyone.

Alan Carcia: That will definately lay doubt to any future children that Vittori may have had planned.

[Tyke Index approaches the bell keeper and demands that he give him the bell! Richard Bassett initially refuses, but Tyke grabs it, Vittori has grabbed a steel chair! Tyke Index turns round and Vittori blasts Tyke Index with the chair also causing the bell to crash into Index's skull!]

Al Locker: Oh my god! That could be the turning point! Two heavy structures of metal just dented the champions skull!

Alan Carcia: I like it, Al! I like it! Vittori is the man around here, and he is proving it right now! What a wily move by the challenger.

[Vittori slowly catches his breath before picking up Tyke Index. Vittori slams Tyke Index head first into the announce table! Vittori picks up the fan lying on the announce table and smashes it into Tyke's skull! Vittori then grabs Vittori's head and places it next to his chest before smashing his fist into Tykes skull more than a dozen times! Vittori picks up Tyke and rolls him in the ring.]

Al Locker: Look at that sick, manipulating smile from Vittori! He looks like he enjoys the pain and angst on Tyke's face here!

Alan Carcia: Al, you are witnessing a new era here in HCW!

[Vittori picks up the steel chair used earlier and rolls in the ring with it! He stalks Tyke Index slowly with it! Vittori goes to hit Tyke! Tyke kicks Vittori in the gut and takes the chair off of Vittori! Tyke Index blasts Vittori right on the forehead with a sick chair shot! Tyke orders the ref to start his count...

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Al Locker: What a thunderous chair shot from Tyke Index!

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[Vittori is slowly approaching the bottom, followed by the middle rope.

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[Vittori is back to his feet! Tyke Index gets behind Vittori and hits one german suplex! Tyke holds onto Vittori and hits a second german, followed by a third! Tyke goes for the stroke, but Vittori gets his foot behind him to nail Tyke with a crafty low blow, which drops the champion to the mat!]

Alan Carcia: And that is why Vittori has remained one step ahead of Tyke Index since the inception of this rivalry.

Al Locker: It's not conventional tactics from Vittori, but then this isn't a conventional match!

[Vittori is back on his feet he picks up the steel chair! He throws it at Tyke Index who catches it! Vittori spears the steel chair into Tykes stomach! Vittori picks up Tyke immediately with a tiger driver onto the steel chair! Vittori stands up and demands the referee start his count!]

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[Tyke is down, Tyke crawls towards the ropes. ]

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Al Locker: Will Tyke Index make it to his feet!?

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[Tyke is moving very slowly, he has his hands on the middle rope]

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[Tyke is back on his feet! No sooner Vittori takes Tyke Index down with a snap suplex! Vittori picks up Tyke Index and nails him with a Elevated cradle neckbreaker onto the steel chair! Vittori stands up as he asks the referee to start another count!]

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Alan Carcia: Yipee! Tyke is not moving this time

Al Locker: Oh would you stop kissing Donovan Vittori's ass already!?

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Al Locker: The champion is stirring far slower this time!

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[Tyke hasn't moved, it doesn't look good]

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Alan Carcia: 6!

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[Tyke begins to stir moving towards the bottom and middle rope!]

Al Locker: Tyke Index breaks the count at 8, much to the shagrin of Vittori!

[Vittori nails Tyke Index with a European uppercut, make that two European uppercuts! Tyke Index staggers into the ropes and out of nowhere takes down Vittori with a strong kick to the groin! The crowd are getting firmly behind the HCW Champion with loud 'lets go Tyke' chants! Some of the crowd start a 'Lets go V' chant! The two chants interlink!]

Al Locker: Huge inziguiri from Tyke Index!

Alan Carcia: That has to be illegal, you can't kick your opponent in the back of the head!

Al Locker: You can throw your opponent of a cliff in this one, Alan!

[Tyke Index picks himself up and leans into the corner. Vittori is one his feet again. Tyke Index takes down Vittori with a huge gore! The momentum causes Vittori to crash spine first into the turnbuckles in the corner! Tyke Index stands up. Vittori rakes Tyke in the eye! Vittori charges at Tyke Index! Tyke drops down and applies the High Rise Wrench!!!

Al Locker: High Rise Wrench, High Rise Wrench!! He has it locked in!

Alan Carcia: Taps don't count here, though - Al!

Al Locker: If Vittori passes out then how the hell can he stand!?

[The hold is locked in tightly! Vittori is trying to remove Tykes hand from his throat! Vittori rolls around, but Tyke remains seated! Vittori is shrieking in pain! Vittori is tapping out! ]

Al Locker: Vittori is tapping out! Damnit! Donovan Vittori is tapping out!!

Alan Carcia: But it doesn't matter!

[Tyke refuses to relinquish the hold. Vittori is struggling to breath. Vittori's face has gone blue. Vittori is slowly passing out! Vittori passes out! Tyke finally releases the hold and stands back in the corner as the referee starts his count on the unconscious Vittori!]

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Al Locker: Vittori has not moved since the High Rise Wrench was removed.

Alan Carcia: Get up dammit!

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[Vittori slowly moves towards the ropes! Tyke Index breaks the count by digging his boot firmly into the stomach of Vittori! Tyke Index kicks Vittori in the stomach! Tyke Index looks for Total Definition! Vittori back drops Tyke Index! Tyke Index walks right into a Twist of Cain!!!]

Al Locker: My god, Vittori could win the World Championship right now!

Alan Carcia: The referee is at 3!

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[Tyke has not moved, but his eyes are starting to open]

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[Tyke starts to stir and tries to pull himself up in the corner!]

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Al Locker: Tyke Index has his eyes wide open, but nobody appears to be home!

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[Tyke Index is standing in the corner to break the count! Vittori charges at Tyke Index! Tyke Index moves out of harms way and Vittori smashes his shoulder off the turnbuckle, his momentum smashing his shoulder into the ring post! Vittori turns round and is blasted...

Alan Carcia: Ahhhhhh!!!

Al Locker: Tyke Index hits the Total Definition!! It's over, my god it has to be over!!

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[Tyke tells the referee to count faster.]

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[Vittori has barely moved, the crowd start a 'You cant walk' chant!]

Al Locker: The crowd can sense that Tyke Index has this one won!

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[Vittori slowly moves to the ropes, he grabs the ropes with all he has]

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Alan Carcia: Vittori! You only have two seconds left!!

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[Vittori is at the middle rope!]

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Al Locker: Vittori has just made it, he just made it, Just!

[Tyke Index whips Vittori into the ropes! Vittori charges at Tyke Index! Tyke leap frogs Vittori who crashes into the referee! The referee is out cold! Tyke tries to revive the referee, meanwhile Vittori goes to the outside and retrieves a table from under the ring!]

Al Locker: Vittori has that table set up in the ring! Tyke isn't aware, he is trying to revive the referee!

[Vittori slams Tyke on the back with the steel chair! Vittori places Tyke Index on the table, which is set up centre ring! Vittori goes to the top rope! Vittori goes for a diving headbutt! Tyke moves off of the table! Vittori crashes through the table! The referee is still motionless!!]

Alan Carcia: I don't believe what I have seen in this match! Absolutely brutal!

Al Locker: We have witnessed a match of the year candidate so far without doubt, and it still has a bit to go, because there is no referee to end this!

[Tyke slows crawls out of the debrees whilst looking at the side where the challenger Donovan Vittori lays motionless. Tyke rolls outside and goes to the Spanish announce table. He picks up their TV monitor]

Al Locker: What is Tyke Index doing with the Spanish announce table!?

Alan Carcia: I don't know but El Mando is El Shitto at this moment, look at his face!

[Tyke Index can't untangle the wires to release the monitor, El Mando tries to help him, but Tyke thinks it is Vittori! Tyke smashes El Mando in the head with the monitor! El Mando falls to the floor like a deflated tyre!]

Al Locker: Oh NO! El Mando is El Deado! We need help out here. Tyke Index thought it was Vittori!

Alan Carcia: Face it, Al. Our World Champion just hates Hispanics. I hope he has a good lawyer!

[Tyke looks a little stunned as he genuinely thought it was Vittori. Nonetheless he takes the monitor back in the ring! Vittori out of nowhere hits a second Twist of Cain!!! Tyke is out cold! Vittori goes outside the ring slowly, gasping for his breath. He pulls out a ladder. The ladder is absolutely huge. Vittori rolls it in the ring. Vittori goes under the ring and pulls out a second ladder! This one just as huge! The referee is starting to stir.]

Al Locker: It's like a home D.I.Y. function, dammit! But this is no B & Q warehouse! This is war, just like both men said it would be!

Alan Carcia: Vittori is setting both those ladders on top of each other! This is insane! That is a combined height of 25 feet in the air!

Al Locker: To put it in perspective folks, the hell in a cell structure is 20 feet in height! What does the challenger have in mind here!?

[Tyke has slowly got back to a vertical base. Vittori picks up the steel chair and clatters Tyke hard in the back! Tyke falls back to the matt. Vittori goes out the ring again and picks out explosive barbed wire from under the ring! He has a sadistic look in his face!]

Al Locker: Oh my god! He wouldn't, would he?

Alan Carcia: The World Championship is at stake, of course he would, but it could kill himself in the process! It looks like Vittori can hear Symphony 9 in his ears, he is signalling the start of a renaissance here in front of our very eyes!

[Vittori rolls in the ring with the explosive barbed wire handling it carefully onto the table. He stops for a second and thinks. He gets that far away look in his eye one more time. Tyke is sitting in the corner he can barely walk. Vittori leaves the ring once more! He gets another table! Vittori sets the two tables on top of each other! He then places the barbed wire on top of the top table before motioning for the end!]

Al Locker: No, no, no! Someone stop Vittori from going through with this dammit! Tyke Index will die right here, right now. That's not wrestling talk, this is real life, if Vittori goes through with what he has planned Tyke Index will die. Simple as that.

Alan Carcia: Well Vittori has no remorse, we already know that! It was much documented before this match, and that is what this match looks like coming down to!

[Vittori kicks Tyke twice straight in the face! Vittori goes outside the ring! He picks up a glass pane lying under the ring! Vittori rolls in the ring with it! Vittori smashes Tyke over the head with the glass pane! Tyke is shedding a waterfall of blood! Vittori laughs sickly!]

Al Locker: Noooooo!! Tyke is spitting out blood!

Alan Carcia: That is all she wrote! No way can even Tyke fight back from this!

[The referee starts his count.]

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Al Locker: Man just stop the match, already.

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[Tyke has a glazed over look in his eyes, which is camouflaged from the blood dripping down from his eyebrow.]

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[Vittori laughs once more, he can sense the World Championship coming to him]

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Al Locker: Oh my god! How the hell is Tyke Index moving!?

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Alan Carcia: Tyke Index is still alive!!!

[Tyke Index is somehow standing! Vittori doesn't look too flinched, Tyke looks worse for ware. Tyke staggers into Vittori. Tyke is leaning against Vittori trying to hold himself up. The bloody crimson mask of Tyke slides down the chest of Vittori causing there to be an infringement of Tykes blood to be left like a stain on Vittori.]

Al Locker: This is horrible to watch, how the hell is Tyke Index still standing? He should just stay down, I know how much the HCW World Championship means to him, but it's not worth losing his career prematurely, dammit!

[Vittori drags Tyke Index towards the ladder by a huge chunk of Tykes hair. Vittori starts to climb the ladder with Tyke being dragged up also! Vittori reaches the top of the first ladder, but laughs before dragging Tyke further! Both men are now at the top of the second ladder!]

Al Locker: These men are 25 feet in the air! Vittori is going to end this right now!

Alan Carcia: Wait, wait, wait!!!

[Vittori looks to nail the biggest Twist of Cain ever off the top of the ladder! Tyke elbows Vittori out of desperation and out of absolutely nowhere Tyke Index blasts Vittori with a career defining Total Definition off the top of the ladder and through the two tables at the bottom! The barbed wire explodes!! The ring gives way and collapses!!! A 'holy shit' chant ensues!]

Al Locker: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! They must be dead, they must be fucking dead! In my thirty years in the business I have never witnessed something so surreal in my entire life! Not a single body has remained in their seats within this arena!

Alan Carcia:...

Al Locker: Silence says it best, I can't believe what I just seen. Oh my god, they must be broken in half.

[Both Tyke and Vittori are shaking with the volts rigouring through their bodies! The referee doesn't quite know how to react. This match has just crossed the line between kayfabe and real life. He starts his count!

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2

[Neither man has stirred. You can barely see either through the debrees and crumpled wires! There is a huge dent centre ring, there is absolutely nothing left of the canvas!

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5

Al Locker: Stop the count already and get paramedics out here right now!

6

Alan Carcia: I don't believe this! Is that the body of Tyke Index I see crawling out that symbolic car wreck!?

Al Locker: It is Alan, by god it is! Is this man super human!?

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[Tyke Index is crawling so slowly, but surely to the ropes]

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[Tyke is leaning against the middle rope, he can't quite pull himself up! Vittori is still unconscious inside the huge dent centre ring!]

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[Tyke stands up for a split second to break the count! The referee delivers the final count to Vittori!]

10!!!!!

[Tyke falls straight back to the mat, the crowd go absolutely crazy in Tenessee!! They start a huge applause for both men!]

Al Locker: Tyke Index, Tyke Index, Tyke by god fuckin' Index has won this match! Oh my god!

Richard Bassett: Here is your winner and still HCW World Heavyweight Champion...Tykeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...Indeeex!!!!!!!

Alan Carcia: I didn't think he could do it! I honestly never believed for one second that he could be as ruthless and remorseless as he said he would be, but he was!

Al Locker: Tyke Index dug deep when he needed to most, he releashed that young naive kid one more time and the effects were of absolute destruction! Nothing less and nothing more! Vittori deserves huge applause for his effort tonight, he came within a whisker of winning the World Championship, but somehow Tyke dug down deep and survived this ultimate war!

[Tyke Index is handed is World Championship as he is finally able to stand. The crowd roar as he has his hand officially raised in victory. He slowlywalks centre ring and stares into the hole where Vittori is still lay motionless. He raises the championship above his head!]

Al Locker: What a night this has been folks! We will see you next week on Monday Night Hell, what can possibly follow from this epic night of events!?

Alan Carcia: Good night, everybody!
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