Match Five
International Championship
Triple Threat Match
Mac Bane © vs Scotty Adams vs Jay Vaughn
The two men step forward and tie up. Scotty easily pushes Mac Bane back into the corner. The ref calls for the break and Scotty lets up, stepping back and smiling at Mac Bane. Mac Bane suddenly runs forward and nails a hard forearm shot to the side of Scotty’s head. Scotty stumbles back and Mac Bane leaps up, hitting a Dropkick. Mac Bane stands up and stomps down on Scotty, then steps back and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle, then leaps off hitting a Second Turnbuckle Somersault Leg Drop on Scotty. Mac Bane covers Scotty.

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Mike: Mac Bane trying to get an early pin.

Scott: yea, like that was going to work.

Mac Bane stands up and pulls Scotty up to his feet, then leaps up, trying for a Hurancanranna, but Scotty blocks it, then turns and just dumps Mac Bane over the top rope to the outside. Mac Bane lands hard on the outside and Scotty climbs out of the ring and jumps down. Scotty lifts Mac Bane up to his feet, then lifts him up into the air, dropping him face first onto the steel guard rail. The ref jumps to the outside and forces Scotty to get back into the ring. Scotty climbs back into the ring, then poses as the crowd cheers. Mac Bane stands up on the outside and tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head.

Mike: Mac Bane isn’t going to win that way.

Scott: Well, duh.

Mac Bane climbs up onto the ring apron and Scotty runs forward, trying to hit him off, but Mac Bane ducks down and slams his shoulder into Scotty’s gut. Scotty stumbles back and Mac Bane leaps up, hitting a Springboard Leg Lariat. Mac Bane jumps up, then runs to the ropes, then rolls, trying for the Hangover (Rolling Thunder), but Scotty gets his knee up at the last second. Mac Bane slams into Scotty’s knees then falls to the mat, clutching his back in pain. Scotty stands up and pulls Mac Bane up to his feet, then lifts him up and drops him into a Backbreaker. Scotty rolls Mac Bane over, then steps over him, locking on a Camel Clutch. Mac Bane struggles to get out, but is unable. Scotty keeps the hold on, but Mac Bane refuses to give up. Scotty finally gives up and releases the hold. Scotty pulls Mac Bane up to his feet and shoves him back into the corner, then runs forward hitting a Running Clothesline into Mac Bane. Scotty steps back and Mac Bane stumbles forward out of the corner. Scotty grabs Mac Bane, lifts him up onto his shoulders, then nails a Reverse DVD. Scotty covers Mac Bane.

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Scotty stands up and pulls Mac Bane off the mat, then whips him to the ropes. Mac Bane comes off the ropes and Scotty tries for a Clothesline, but Mac Bane ducks underneath and comes off the opposite side. Scotty spins around, but is caught with a masive Spear. Mac Bane stands up, then leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, the jumps off, connecting with a big elbow ddrop Mac Bane stays on for the cover.

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Mac Bane stands up and stands back. Scotty stands up, but stumbles back into the corner. Mac Bane runs and spears Scotty into the turnbuckle before giving him several punches to the gut and chest. He leans up against Scotty and then sends him into the other turnbuckle across from the one they were at. He runs at Scotty for another move but Scotty gets his foot up and big boots Mac Bane in the face.

Mac Bane grabs his mouth and jaw in pain to make sure it is still there as Scotty grabs a waist lock and executes a beautiful German suplex. Scotty sits up and begins to clap as he looks behind himself at his fallen opponent. He quickly gets to his feet and stomps on Mac Bane as he backs into the corner. The mud hole stomping continues for about ten seconds until Scotty runs to the opposite turnbuckle and back to Mac Bane with a gunshot dropkick to the face. Scotty stands back up and lifts Mac Bane from the ground, then hit’s an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that sends Mac Bane to the middle of the ring.

Mike: Scotty starting to dominate!!!

Scotty walks slowly over to Mac Bane and picks him back up before kicking him in the mid section and connecting with the DDT Mac Bane’s body lies motionless on the mat as Scotty covers him.


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Mike: Mac Bane isn’t going down quite yet.

Scotty stands up very slowly and bends over even slower to pick up Mac Bane. He finally gets him up to his hips and Mac Bane leaps up and executes the best damn dropkick that you would ever see! He connects right into the nose and between the eyes of Scotty sending him down to the mat crumbled up on his back. Mac Bane falls his arm over top of Scotty’s body as the ref counts.

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THREE!!

Mike Fisher: Mac Bane has retained his title in his final outing! Kudos to hall of famer Scotty Adams


Co-Main Event
Global Championship
Standard Singles Match
Crush © vs Mark Zout

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Mike Fisher: “Here we go, Crush vs. Mark Zout is about to start.”

The bell rings, and Mark is still talking trash. Crush nods to Mark and they begin to circle each other. They lock up and Mark immediately pushes Crush to a corner. As the ref tries to break it up, Mark slaps Crush right across the mouth. The crowd goes oooh.

Scott James: "Damn!"

Mike Fisher: "Well that, typical Mark. He loves slapping people."

Crush is pissed and pushes the referee out of the way and lunges at Mark, nailing forearm after forearm to his forehead. He leaps to the ropes and comes crashing back into Mark with a dropkick to his knees. He then picks Mark up and slams him in the corner, and Mark falls down. Crush goes running at Mark and nails a basement dropkick to the face of seated Zout. Mark slumps onto the ropes in a heap. Crush taunts to the crowd causing their cheers to get even louder.

Scott James: Crush is hot tonight.

Mike Fisher: "Yeah but he’s acting just a little too cocky."

Crush continues to play to the crowd, Mark comes running but Crush chops him in the throat. Mark falls to his knees, and Crush is back up. He kicks him in the chest once.. twice.. and then rears back... HUGE kick to the back of Mark!

Scott James: Crush with a big boot to the back.

Mike Fisher: "The sound of boot smacking the flesh, you gotta love that!"

The crowd is behind Crush as he roars out to them. He picks up Mark off of his knees and runs to the ropes. He ducks a lariat that Mark was hoping would surprise him. Crush comes back, and goes for a dropkick.. but Mark shrugs it off and Crush lands awkwardly on his face. Mark then picks Crush up in a suplex and position and drops him with a brainbuster. It looks as if Mark is about to go for a pin but he backs off picking Crush up by the throat and positions him up in the air with a double goozle... chokebomb. Mark goes for the cover.

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Scott James: "Crush's got too much heart to go out that quickly, Mark."

Mark picks Crush back up and throws him to the ropes. He goes for a stiff lariat, but Crush ducks. Crush on the rebound, nails a spinning leg lariat that sends Mark sprawling, but doesn't take him off his feet. Crush is back up and runs, nailing a dropkick that this Marke, which still don’t take Mark down. Crush gets back up and lifts Mark up off his feet with a Manhattan drop and follows it up with an enziguiri. THIS FINALLY takes Mark off of his feet. Crush then lays a few stomps in before going to the outside. He positions, and leaps... springboarding back onto Mark with a somersault senton. He goes for the cover.

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Mike Fisher: "Damn Crush is still fast!"

Crush is back up and picks Mark up, nailing forearms to his face to keep him dazed. He then kicks Mark in the gut, and nails a swinging neckbreaker. He then takes the opportunity to go to a top turnbuckle.

Scott James: "Crush's gonna fly!"

Crush leaps, looking for a frog splash, but Mark rolls out of the way at the last moment. Both men stay on the mat for a little bit, before they both begin stirring. Crush is up first, but when he gets to Mark he gets poked in the eyes by two large redneck fingers. Mark then nails Crush with a Full Nelson Backbreaker. Mark talks some trash before picking Crush back up. He Irish whips him into the nearest corner, and he hits with such a force the ring almost shakes and he slams down on the mat face first.

Mike Fisher: "What a power display from Zout. Nice!"

Mark walks over to Crush and picks him up. NASTY chop to the chest. Then another one. And yet another one. He goes and tries to Irish whip Crush again, but this time Crush leaps up when he gets to the corner, and slings over Mark so high that Mark comes running underneath him. Mark is face first in the corner, and Crush dropkicks his back. He gets up and hits another one. He then goes to the opposite side of the ring, and with a running start nails a THIRD dropkick to the buttocks of Mark Zout, who has his head stuck in the second turnbuckle. He falls backwards, and lands face up on the mat.

Scott James: "Crush is showing why he is a champion."

Mike Fisher: “One hell of a champion”

Crush drags Mark closer to the center of the ring, before hitting a standing moonsault and goes for the pin.

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Crush showing a little bit of frustration, as he slams him palm down on the mat. He picks Mark up, and positions him. He hits a Manhattan drop.... and then.... an enziguri but Mark ducks. Crush gets back up and hit a Shining Wizard!

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Crush picks Mark back and runs to the ropes. On the collision though, Mark nails Crush with a vicious big boot to the face with such force, that Crush violently falls backwards on the mat. Mark takes a moment to gather himself, as Crush holds him jaw with both hands.

Mike Fisher: "Crush might need a new jaw that that big boot."

Scott James: "Mark's not exactly A-OK himself."

Mark eventually picks Crush up, and nails a Side Walk Slam. He goes for the cover.

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Mark picks Crush back up, turns him around and nails a release German Suplex! Crush falls back on his head violently again. The crowd gasps when he lands. Mark crawls over to him on his knees and goes for another cover.

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Mike Fisher: "Okay, dammit. What does Mark have to do?"

Scott James: "More than what he's done so far, apparently!"

Mark lays a few boots down on Crush's chest before picking him back up. He then tosses him right out of the ring, and down to the floor. Crush lands badly on the concrete. Mark gets out of the ring and grabs Crush. He walks him over to the guardrail and slams his head into it. A fan is yelling at Mark and Mark gets up in his face. Mark pushes the fan back into his seat and leaves before the fans around him get involved. Mark grabs Crush and slams him back first into the ring apron. He blantantly slaps Crush across the face. The crowd is livid. Mark throws Crush back into the ring.

Mark climbs back into the ring, and kicks Crush in the head. He picks him up and tosses him to the ropes. Crush comes flying back with a spinning heel kick in desperation! Mark pins and crashes to the mat after Crush drops immediately upon impact. Now both men are laid out. Crush manages to roll over and drape his arm over Mark's chest.

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The crowd is really into this match, as both men stir about trying to get up. Crush, almost surprisingly, is the first man up and he nails a stiff kick to Mark's thigh. Then one to his chest. THEN one to his head, causing Mark to fall back down. Crush takes this chance to go to the top turnbukle. He takes a bit getting up there though, as a lot has been taken out of him.

Mark is back up, and by the Marke Crush is positioned, Mark is there and nails a stiff right to Crush's face. He then grabs Crush, and although Crush resists as much as he can, Mark has him now in a samoan drop position.

Mike Fisher: "Uh oh, here it comes!"

Mark walks to the center of the ring, twists him around....

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Mike Fisher: What?

Scott James: He kicked out, he kicked out!

Mike Fisher: How?

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Scott James: “Crush nearly got Zout there with a small package out playing opossum.”

Both men get up and exchange blows. Crush kicks Zout, grabs his arms and flips forward crashing with the BONE CRUSHER!. Crush goes for the pin.

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Mike Fisher: Crush has retained his Global title on the last show.. what a truly deserved champion!


Main Event
World Heavyweight Championship
Last Man Standing Match
Joe Montouri © vs John Cavanagh

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The bell rang in a silent Wembley Stadium.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Last Man Standing Match for the IIW World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd roared.

Ring Announcer: In order to win this match one competitor must remain on the ground until the official completes a count of ten.

A guitar chord is heard following by a voice "Behold the Kings. The King of Kings." Lights begin to flicker with the music "on your knees, dog". At the 0:13 mark, out from the darkness of the tunnel emerges the “One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh in a hooded black robe with green trim, he heads down towards the ring accompanied by his valet Shannon Riley who is wearing a tight fitting and revealing dress. The two walk to the ring arm and arm they ignore the fans and Cavanagh trash talks to the camera. They reach the ring and Cavanagh walks up the steps, outstretches his hand for his valet who carefully walks up the steel steps. Cavanagh grabs the middle rope and raises it while simultaneously pushing the bottom rope down with the foot allowing Shannon to easily enter without revealing anything much to the chagrin of the men in the front row. Cavanagh steps in to the ring and outstretches his arms as Shannon grabs him from the side. Shannon takes his robe off as Cavanagh helps her out of the ring. Cavanagh turns his view to the inside of the ring as he prepares for the match.

Ring Announcer: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Shannon Riley, hailing from Hell's Kitchen, New York, he stands at six feet one inch tall and weighs in at 245 pounds, he is the challenger..."The One Man Dynasty"...JOHN CAVANAGH!!!

See I believe in money, power, and respect.First You get the money, Then you get the muthafuckin' power, After you get the fuckin' power, Muthafuckas will respect you

Pyros shoot off like its the 4th of July. When the smoke clears, standing on the entrance way with a grin that all the fans cant stand. He walks down the aisle to cheers and boos and just laughs it off. When he gets into the ring, he climbs up the top turnbuckle, looks around then raises his arms like he is the king of the world.

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, he is the leader of The Mecca, hailing from The Bronx, New York, he stands at six feet, five inches tall and weighs in at 255 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending IIW World Heavyweight Champion..."Twiztid Thoughtz"...JOE MONTUORI!!!!

The tension simmered in Wembley as J Mont and John Cavanagh came to each other in the center of the ring and stared each other down. The two men began to jaw jack back and forth, nothing audible but for those who could read lips there was definitely a “piece of shit” and a “fucking bitch” tossed in there from either party. The two men continued as the crowd’s simmer began to build up into a feverish pitch.

Scott James: Well here we go ladies and gentlemen, the match many of us have been waiting for the entire night.

Mike Fisher: J Mont and John Cavanagh the last two men to compete for the IIW World Championship and only one of them can be the last World Champion.

Finally, the tension breaks, J Mont delivers a loud slap across the face that echoes through the arena. Cavanagh looks up with a smirk and levels J with a right hand, J sends another one back, Cav back across with another, J Mont with another right. The two men begin trading right hands as the crowd explodes with neither man’s strikes taking advantage of the other although it was clear that lumps were beginning to develop on the side of either man’s head.

Scott James: These two fearless gladiators are going to leave no stone unturned in this one.

Mike Fisher: They might get concussions before they even exit the ring!

Cav tosses a right but J blocks it and pokes Cav in the eyes. Cav moves backward holding his face and J Mont delivers a dropkick that sends Cav into the corner. J gets to his feet and begins to ram his shoulder into Cavanagh’s midsection in the corner. J Mont walks away from the corners with his arms outstretched taunting some of the front row that booed him by saying “that’s your guy?” J shook off the hate but didn’t see Cav run from behind, grabbing the back of J’s neck he delivered a backstabber. J clutched the lower portion of his back and slid underneath the ropes to the outside holding his back.

Scott James: It’s a little too early in this one to start playing off of the emotions of the crowd.

Mike Fisher: I think both of these two men have all of the pent up emotions in the world right now and the only emotion they both have is hate.

Cavanagh looked to the far rope and hit off of it at full speed, he leaped into the air and crashed down onto an unsuspecting J Mont with a suicide dive that sent both competitors crashing to the arena floor. The referee jumped to the outside and began to administer his ten count.

Scott James: John Cavanagh goes to the air? What the hell did I just witness?

Mike Fisher: Not exactly something you’d expect from him and you can tell that J Mont and the entire crowd is in shock.

…1 …2 …3 …The referee gets to the three before both men get to their feet and return to exchanging blows on the outside. Cav goes to send J into the steel steps with an Irish Whip but J Mont reverses it sending Cav crashing shoulder first. J doesn’t waste time going right after Cavanagh with a punt kick to the side of the head. He looks at the referee “count it!” The referee begins but at three Cavanagh begins to stir, J picks up the steel steps and begins to send the steps crashing into Cavanagh’s lower back not once, not twice but three times. J looks to the official worse more “count it!” …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …This time the referee gets to five but Cavanagh pulls himself back up.

Scott James: The World Champion does not look happy. I’m thinking he thought he could get this one over quickly.

Mike Fisher: Can you blame him? It is kind of difficult to walk around if your back is shot!

J goes for a punch but Cavanagh ducks and J’s fist crushes against the ring post. The World Champion tries to shake off the pain as Cavanagh grabs him from behind and sends him face first into the next ring post and then crashing back first into the steel guard rail. Cavanagh laces J’s face with a few right hands. Cavanagh grabbed J Mont and brought him up and over with a belly to belly suplex on the floor. Cavanagh got to his feet, the referee began the count …1 …2 …3 …J Mont began to stir to his feet. Cavanagh charges but J hits him with a back body drop that sends Cav flying over the guard rail and crashing into the fan’s in the first few rows.

Scott James: Can’t get much closer to the action than an IIW event folks!

Mike Fisher: Yeah, you can get the sweat of a competitor all over your nice clothes!

J climbed over the guardrail in hot pursuit. Cavanagh got up instantly but was greeted by a clothesline from J outside. Security began to push fans back as J pulled his challenger to his feet. J sent Cavanagh’s face into the top of the guard rail, Cav slowly turned around and was hit by J Mont with an IIW Final Supershow souvenir chair to the head. Cav crumbles against the guard rail only for J Mont to crush him twice more. Cav fell to the ground and J tossed the souvenir chair. The official began his count …1 …2 …3

Scott James: I’m sure J Mont can smell victory at this point, Cavanagh has got to be a little disoriented.

Mike Fisher: Disoriented? J Mont just made scrambled eggs with Cavanagh’s brain!

…4 …5 …6 …Cavanagh gets to his feet using the guardrail. J Mont grabs the closest object, a fan’s beer and tosses it in Cav’s face before spitting on the challenger and calling him a “cock sucker”. Cavanagh looks up and charges J Mont, hitting him down to the arena floor with a Lou Thesz Press and begins to hit him with rights a la Stone Cold.

Scott James: I think J Mont just poked a sleeping giant!

Mike Fisher: I mean, he did ruin perfectly good alcohol. That’s like a sin to Irish people.

The challenger gets off of the champion. J turns over and gets to his knees but is kicked in the ribs multiple times by Cavanagh. The referee counts …1 …Cavanagh turns around and grabs a beer …2 …Cavanagh chugs the fans beer as the fans cheer him on …3 …Cavanagh grabs J by the head and pulls the champion to his feet. Cavanagh pulls him through the crowd while delivering an occasional strike to keep the champion flustered.

Scott James: Now where in the hell are these two going?

Mike Fisher: I don’t know but I doubt the country of England will ever be the same again.

Cavanagh and J Mont begin to walk up the stairs with security flanking them and the crowd exploding. J grabs on to a railing and refuses to move. Cav turns around and goes to strike but J ducks, lifts Cav up and drops him chest first across the steel railing. J brushes off the challenger and continues traveling up the stairs to the next level as the referee counts …1 …2 …Cavanagh gets up and proceeds up the stairs towards the World Champion.

Scott James: I’m not quite sure why J Mont didn’t continue running, I don’t think Cavanagh is going to be much nicer.

Mike Fisher: Trust the process, J has had a plan since the day he got to IIW and I’m sure he has one right now.

J waits as Cavanagh gets to the same level. Cavanagh charges but J side steps him and sends Cavanagh’s face cracking into a concrete wall. Cavanagh falls face first to the concrete as J smiles and says “that’s it, he’s done!”. The referee gets in position and counts …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …6

Scott James: J Mont may have just retained the World Championship!

Mike Fisher: That would be lovely but that bastard is moving!

…7 …Cavanagh pulls himself up as blood begins to spurt from his forehead. J looks at the crimson mask developing and almost instantly the blood hits Cav’s lips and a sick grin spreads across his face.

Scott James: Now what is J Mont going to do?

Mike Fisher: My suggestion, honestly, run!

Cavanagh charges, J goes to strike him with a clothesline but Cavanagh ducks. J turns around into a kick to the gut. Cavanagh pulls J up and begins to chop at his chest, the “woos” from the crowd deafen the arena. Cavanagh pulls J by the head and tosses him down a rampway towards the concession stands. The cameras shift to J stumbling down the concrete as a roar of IIW fans is heard and security guards are holding them back. Cavanagh comes out from the entryway and moves towards J but is met with a lowblow by the champion. J gets up and delivers a superkick to the side of Cavanagh’s head that sends Cavanagh up against a concession stand.

Scott James: I hope Osh Vaughan is ready for this bill.

Mike Fisher: Can somebody get me one of those pretzels with cheese before they’re all destroyed?

J tosses Cavanagh over the counter into the concession stand. J climbs over and picks up a case of bottled water and sends it crashing into Cavanagh’s face. Cavanagh’s blood still oozing, J Mont picked up him and tossed him head first into the Coca-Cola refrigerator leaving a nice smear of red behind. Cavanagh stumbled before J grabbed him. J held Cavanagh by the neck as he began to shoot seltzer water into the challenger’s face, J questioned Cav “thirsty asshole?”. J grew tired of the game and threw Cav, which sent him face first into a draft beer tap that send Cavanagh flying back over the counter and sent beer squirting into the air. The referee began to count …1 …2 …J went into the Coca-Cola refrigerator …3 …4 …J chugged a bottle of water before climbing over the counter.

Scott James: This is a great time to remind all of those kids at home trying to be professional athletes that it’s important to stay hydrated!

Mike Fisher: Yeah, um, also, don’t try this at home.

…5 …Cavanagh got to his feet, he was wobbling. J Mont smelt the blood in the air and came out of nowhere with a JKO on the concrete arena floor. J popped back up shouting at the top of his lungs.

Scott James: That’s gotta be it.

Mike Fisher: The challenger has been bloodied and a JKO on the concrete? You’re right!

…1 …2 …3 …4 …J began taunting a fan wearing a Celtic Club T-Shirt …5 …6 …the fan spit in J’s face. …7 …J’s face turned red …8 …J turned around and pulled a lifeless John Cavanagh to his feet and tossed him up against the wall. J Mont began to slap the face of his challenger.

Scott James: I think he should have left him on the floor, he may have had this match won.

Mike Fisher: Emotions can be one hell of a pain in the ass sometimes.

J looked back at the Celtic Club fan and flipped the young man off before turning back to Cavanagh who promptly spit in J’s face. J went to wipe off the saliva but Cavanagh sent him face first into the concrete wall that Cav had just been placed on. J popped up and Cavanagh smashed J’s face into a condiment stand. “You think you’re hot shit?” barked Cavanagh. Cavanagh pulled J towards the ketchup dispenser and began to pour ketchup on his face, followed by the mustard before sending J headfirst into a concrete support beam. The World Champion fell to the ground as his challenger began to catch his breath.

Scott James: Is J Mont bleeding?

Mike Fisher: I’m not sure, it might just be all of the Heinz on him!

…1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …6 …J began to move and pulled himself up to his feet. Cav capitalized with a running forearm smash before grabbing the back of J’s head and pulling him down the hall. Cavanagh grabbed J in a headlock and began to hit him in the face as he pulled him into the men’s bathroom. Cavanagh began to run but J used Cav’s momentum to push him into the tiled wall. J threw Cav head first into the door of the bathroom stall. J grabbed Cavanagh by the head and placed his head between the stall and the wall and began to slam the door onto Cavanagh’s head.

Scott James: That is sickening! He’s trying to kill Cavanagh!

Mike Fisher: No what’s sickening is what’s about to happen…

As Fisher finished his words, Cav crumbled and smacked down onto the bathroom floor. The official got in position as J laughed and exited the bathroom shouting “he’s done!”

Scott James: All the dirty shoes, spilled beer

Mike Fisher: And piss…don’t forget the piss!

…1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …6 …7 …Cavanagh pulled himself back up and moved towards the bathroom exit. On the outside he found J Mont talking trash to a crowd of fans, Cavanagh grabbed a trash can and attacked J from behind. J fell to the ground and Cavanagh continued leveling J’s body with the large plastic trash can. Cav tossed the can away and pulled the World Champion to his feet. Cav tossed J face first into the wall, then to another, then he tossed him down a hallway. The men continued on as the camera passed a sign that said “employees only, restricted access”.

Scott James: Now just where in the hell are these two lunatics heading now?

Mike Fisher: I just hope no employees try to stop them–they’ll be down for a ten quicker than either of these two.

The camera caught up to the two men as Cavanagh tossed J Mont head first into some production equipment. The World Champion returned to the camera, finally bleeding visibly. The two warriors stared at one another, blood drenching their faces, their chests elevating higher and higher with every breath.

Scott James: These two are putting themselves through hell and I’m sure we have only seen the tip of the iceberg!

Mike Fisher: Yeah and just to make a public service announcement…Cavanagh looks much better as a blonde than a redhead.

Scott James: You forgetting something?

Mike Fisher: Oh shit, pause.

Cavanagh charged again but J was able to send him to the top of the production crate with a back body drop. J climbed up and began to stomp Cavanagh’s upper body with a flurry of boots. J picked Cav up, slapping him a few times across his crimson face. J leaped in the air for another JKO but Cavanagh pushed him off of him, sending J flying to the back of the production crates and crashing through a series of tables on the other side. The official ran to position….

Scott James: J Mont may be broken in half!

Mike Fisher: Nope, not at all, bud, I can still see he’s attached.

The referee began to count …1 …2 …3 …Cavanagh flew off of the production crate delivering an elbow dropped to the downed champion. Both men lay motionless and the count starts again. …1 …2 …3 …4

Scott James: Now just what in the hell is going to happen if we have a double count?

Mike Fisher: Nobody wins and J Mont leaves champ, undefeated streak intact, I’m sure it wouldn’t be what he wanted but hey, it’s not a loss!

…5 …6 …7 …8 …both men are at their knees …9 …both men get to their feet. The crowd inside of the arena explodes as both men flip one another off and begin to exchange rights once again.

Scott James: Neither of these two are going to give up.

Mike Fisher: It means too much to them. What an honor to go out as the last IIW World Champion!

Cavanagh begins to get the upper hand on J Mont, he lands one big right that sends J reeling in the opposite direction towards a large steel garage door. Cavanagh grabs J and sends him headfirst, leaving a smear of crimson on the steel grate door. Cavanagh delivers a few chops to J’s chest and J falls to a seated position. Cavanagh moves backward and sprints forward for a running knee to J’s face but J ducks sending Cavanagh’s right knee crashing against the steel. J gets to his feet, noticing the wound he pounces by chopping Cav’s knee out from under him. J grab’s Cav’s leg, lifts it in the air and slams his damaged knee onto the concrete.

Scott James: It’s going to be a little difficult to stand on one leg.

Mike Fisher: Like I told you, J Mont ALWAYS has a plan. People can hate the Champ if they want but they need to give him credit where credit is due.

J leaves Cavanagh as the referee counts …1 …2 …J pulls the bottom of the garage door …3 …the door flies open …4 …J begins to walk back to Cavanagh who is still holding his knee …5 …J grabs Cavanagh and pulls him towards the garage door. The referee stops his count as J begins to kick at Cavanagh’s knee. J kicks Cavanagh across the face, bends down, grabs his head in his hands and slams the challenger’s head to the concrete. J moves to the steel chain that controls the garage door.

Scott James: Oh no! It’s one thing to win the match but there’s no need to end the poor guy’s career!

Mike Fisher: Do you really think Cavanagh wouldn’t be doing the same damn thing?

J rushes and begins to slide the chain down but Cavanagh rolls under towards the opposite side from where they came. The door slams, J looks irate on the opposite side door of his prey. J climbs up a short set of stairs, he goes to open the door but the door flies open into his face staggering him momentarily. Cavanagh pulls J through the door out onto the loading dock of Wembley Stadium.

Scott James: Oh my Jesus, the Stadium couldn’t even contain these two.

Mike Fisher: I have a feeling things are about to get extra ugly.

Cav, now walking with a noticeable limp, tosses J off the side of the loading dock, sending him maybe five feet down to the concrete. Cav plops down slowly, clearly favoring his knee. Cav kicks J in the gut and goes to lift him up for his Hell’s Kitchen Drop but his knee gives out allowing the World Champion to escape from the hold. J grabs the hobbling challenger and tosses him into the side of a parked semi truck with the IIW logo. Cav hobbles towards J but J sidesteps him and kicks his knee out from under him. J begins to laugh as the referee counts …1 …2

Scott James: The World Champion has got to be loving that he has a wounded animal in front of him.

Mike Fisher: I think J will be retaining the gold, but before he takes his victory, he’s going to have a little fun with Cavanagh.

…3 …Cavanagh rolls towards J and gets to his knees …4 …he leans backwards …5 …Cavanagh flips J Mont off …6 …”fuck you pussy” is heard from Cavanagh …7 …J charges but Cavanagh lifts a broken piece of cinder block from behind him throwing a heater that connects with the champion. Cavanagh gets to his feet at 8 and begins to level J Mont with few punches. Cavanagh weakly pulls a flustered J Mont towards the front of the semi truck. Cav places J next to the driver side door and opens it.

Scott James: I think I know where this is going.

Mike Fisher: Um, that’s, that’s NOT the same as a bathroom door!

Cavanagh pulls J and slams the truck door into J’s upper body. J springs out in pain as Cavanagh tosses him around the side of the semi. Cavanagh goes into the open hatch of the truck and retrieves a tire iron. Cavanagh goes to swing but J ducks and catches him with a strike to the gut. Cavanagh drops the tire iron and the World Champion pounces on his golden opportunity. J swings and connects with a tire iron uppercut that sends Cavanagh wobbling towards a door on the side of the building.

Scott James: J Mont is a shark that smells blood in the water!

Mike Fisher: R.I.P. to Cav’s right knee!

J Mont swings and strikes Cav perfectly, sending a jolt of pain to the challenger from the knee up and sending him to the ground. The referee goes to count but J pushes the referee away and pulls Cav to his feet. J tosses Cav into the black steel door leading back into the arena. J opens the door and shoves Cavanagh inside as the official and cameramen scurry to follow the two combatants.

Scott James: Oh hell, they’re heading back this way!

Mike Fisher: Everybody needs to evacuate the premises. There is NOTHING in this country that is going to stop these two from destroying one another.

The camera picks up J laying blows to the back of Cavanagh’s head as the two men pass a sign that says “Gorilla” with an arrow pointing right. Cavanagh turns the corner as the men pass Tristian King and Osh Vaughan who had been seated near gorilla. Cavanagh exits onto the Final Supershow stage with J Mont in hot pursuit as the crowd erupts.

Scott James: It may not have to end in front of the fans…

Mike Fisher: But it sure as hell seems it will!

J grabs Cavanagh and tosses him into the steel entryway to daze the challenger. J pulls Cavanagh by the head and tosses him towards the end of the stage, again head first to steel. Cavanagh turns around and J Mont hits him with the JKO on the steel surface. The official begins his count …1 …2

Scott James: It may be at the point in time where it is in John Cavanagh’s best interest to just stay down.

…3 …4

Mike Fisher: I couldn’t agree with you anymore but it looks like J Mont is preparing for Cavanagh being stubborn.

J Mont pops down to the concrete floor beneath the stage and begins to set up a series of tables. …5 …6 …Cavanagh begins to stir …7 …Cavanagh gets to a knee …8 …both knees …9 …Cavanagh gets to his feet just as J Mont climbs back to the top of the stage. The two men look at one another once more, both men flipping one another off as the crowd pops.

Scott James: J Mont is not playing. He’s got two groups of double stacked tables ready to go down there.

Mike Fisher: That’s got to be a ten or twelve foot drop straight to the concrete, what the hell is going to happen?

RIGHT!

LEFT!

RIGHT!

LEFT!

The two men are dualling on top of the stage with the perilous drop right below them

The crowd are with them everystep…OOING and AAAing….

BIG RIGHT FROM J MONT!!!!! Cav is stung!!!!!!...he’s slipping…he’s going

Mike Fisher: Cav is gonna fall!

Cav grabs Jmont

John Cavanagh: IF IM GOING……….. IM TAKING YOU WITH ME!

Cav pulls J mont down with him as the two men crash through the double stacked tables beneath them….

There is silence….

ONE

Scott James: MY GOD what have we just seen?

TWO

Mike Fisher: IS this it? IS THIS HOW IT ALL ENDS?

THREE

Mike Fisher: 3 years of IIW mayhem and the result is the utter carnage and destruction below you

FOUR

Scott James: They’re not moving, maybe this is something that shouldn’t be shown right now Mike?

FIVE

Mike Fisher: We’ve seen such great champions like Jake E Dangerously, Jonny C, Russell Wayne and co hold this title showing juust what men will go through to get it… but is the need so desperate thatthey will risk their lives?

SIX
Scott James: The medical staff are here! Stretchers galore Mike.

SEVEN

Neither men has moved yet as Osh Vaughan emerges from backstage to check on them

EIGHT

Scott James: Was that an arm move?

NINE

Mike Fisher: NO WAY!

TEN……..

It’s broken…..HE HAS STIRRED….HE’S GOT TO HIS FEET

Scott James: Ring the god damn bell and get this over with.

Alice Gouldier: YOU’RE WINNER…………… …………… ……

AND NEW…………..

IIW WORLD CHAMPION

JOHN CAVANAGH.

The arena is going mental

Mike Fisher: John Cavanagh is the TWO TIME IIW CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!

Hardly still standing, propped up against the rail, he begins to fall but Osh Vaughan catches him as his nephew Jay Vaughan comes out to help hold up the man who has been here from the start of the latest IIW Iteration, till the end.

The Referee walks over handing the title to Osh who smiles and passes it to John Cavanagh

Osh Vaughan: This is your moment John….embrace it.

The fans begin a cheer as John Cavanagh launches the IIW World title up in the air as Osh leaves him to have his moment.



LOW BLOW.

Jay Vaughan smashes John Cavanagh from behind and grabs the IIW title

Jay Vaughan: THIS IS MINE!...THIS IS MY FAMILIES! We’re not here to have you take our property, my inheritance. Well done you may be the last champion of IIW, but the title is something you will not take to sit at home and gather dust, this is literally worth it’s weight in gold. That’s why I’m taking it.

Good bye IIW…. And Good Night!