2018 Tag Team Wars - Quarterfinals - 12/06/2018!

The show opens abruptly with "Brothers In Arms" by War of Ages as the promotional vignette highlighted the eight teams competing in the quarterfinals.

Each tag team is showcased in previous appearances, in a sped up montage.

- Killer Elite Squad is shown:
Davey Boy Smith Jr yells into the camera -- a Suzuki-Gun mouthguard covering his upper teeth.
Lance Archer is seen doing his circular headbang in the corner of the ring. (Note: this shot's speed is adjusted to match that of the song playing)
Together, they deliver the Killer Bomb.

- The Street Profits are shown hitting their tandem tag team moves.
Montez Ford lowers his sunglasses, raising his eyebrows tauntingly at the camera.
Angelo Dawkins stirs the pot.
They pose side by side, in a previous victory.

- The Army of Darkness is shown hitting the ring and immediately springing into an attack.
William Mannheim delivers a hellacious clothesline.
Pitt flattens an opponent in the corner.
They hit a double Big Boot.
Then the Trip to Hell.

- The Guerillas of Destiny are shown, standing menacingly over the camera with their face paint on.
Tama Tonga is seen doing his trademark strut down the ramp.
Then hitting the Gun Stun.
Tanga Loa is shown during a moment of one of his in-ring "freestyles".
He is then shown hitting Ape Shit on an opponent.
Together, in the ring, they exchange a "Too Sweet."

- The McKeesport Mafia is seen, playing to the crowd in the ring.
Big Daddy Payne wrenches away at someone with the Coma White.
Then is seen hitting the Bukakke Blast on another opponent.
Andrew Payne hits the Foot to the Throat and then the 11th Hour.
The two of them hit the Aces High on another opponent.

- The Golden Lovers pose side by side on the entrance stage.
Kenny Omega 'shoots the gun.'
He is then seen delivering the One Winged Angel.
Kota Ibushi is depicted hitting a fast arsenal of stiff kicks on multiple opponents.
He then goes for the Kamigoye--
--Which transitions into the Golden Trigger.

- The Rebel Rousers are shown making their way to the ring: Chase Evans walking with a purpose while Teddy Morse 'struts and two-steps' down the ramp.
The two are shown hitting their array of tandem signatures.
Then hit the Hook, Line and Sinker.

- The tag team of Minoru Suzuki and HAVOK are shown, assaulting opponents in the ring.
Suzuki is shown working an opponents knee,
Then hitting the Gotch Style Piledriver
He grins into the camera, menacingly
HAVOK is shown doing his entrance roar.
He is then seen laying out multiple opponents with clotheslines and suplexes before hitting the Disasterpiece.

Finally, both Suzuki and HAVOK are shown, raising up the "Ichiban" finger in the middle of the ring while Paul Heyman stands directly behind/between with wicked approval on his face.

Finally, the logo for Tag Team Wars fills the screen and the camera cuts to the arena and the fireworks go off around the stage. Eventually, the camera settles on the announce table where we are greeted by Nick Hanson, Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds.

HANSON
"HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! NICK HANSON HERE, JOINED BY MATT KLAZZIC AND THE EVER BITTER JAMES REYNOLDS!!"

Nick Hanson pauses and looks beside him at James Reynolds who, while leaning back in his chair, throws a middle finger at him, practically hitting him in the face with it before he directs it at the camera. Hanson swats Reynolds' hand away, continuing as Matt Klazzic shakes his head like a disappointed parent.

HANSON
"We wanna thank you for joining us, once again. We're here on our last day at the Echo Arena Liverpool and we're continuing with Tag Team Wars!! It's the quarterfinals and we've got eight teams ready to go!"

KLAZZIC
"I -- AM -- PUMPED!!!"

HANSON
"Well, in that case, would you like to do the honors, Matt?"

KLAZZIC
"Don't mind if I do, Nick! Get ready folks! Eight teams. Four matches. Four teams are moving onto the semi-finals and four teams are going home! Well, not home but they'll be out of the tournament. We still have two more weeks of the UK Invasion Tour so it's not like they could just---"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhhh for FUCK'S SAKE, MATT!! I'M SURE THE IDIOTS WATCHING KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!"

Matt Klazzic jumps at James Reynolds' sudden outburst and just stares at him for a moment. James Reynolds stares back in annoyance.

REYNOLDS
"Something on your mind?"

Reynolds asks, tauntingly and Klazzic raises a finger before dropping it to point right at him.

KLAZZIC
"All that stress is not good for your health, Jimbo."

REYNOLDS
"Did you just fucking call me 'Jimbo'?"

KLAZZIC
"Certainly did!"

Nick Hanson pinches the bridge of his nose.

HANSON
"Maybe I do need to take up drinking."

KLAZZIC
"Sorry to say that I didn't bring any tea with me today. However!"

Klazzic leans down to retrieve something from under the table. Hanson and Reynolds look on in confusion before the man straightens back up with a round tray in his hand and pulls back a plastic wrap cover and holds the tray out.

KLAZZIC
"Crumpet? Home made!"

Amused, Hanson takes one and looks between it and Klazzic.

HANSON
"You bake, Matt?"

KLAZZIC
"I'm a man of many talents, Nick! Come on, Jim!"

Klazzic wiggles the tray at Reynolds who sits in place, looking in annoyance at the wrestler/guest commentator before the sight of the pastries makes him give in and he tentatively takes one. Meanwhile, Hanson has taken his first bite and looks impressed.

HANSON
"Hey! These aren't bad, Matt!"

KLAZZIC
"Why thank you, Nick! I love tag team wrestling so much, I thought 'what better than to have a tasty treat during what's obviously gonna be a great show?!'"

HANSON
"I like where your head's at."

James Reynolds bites into the crumpet as the crowd's ambient chatter is drowned out by the sound of "Everybody Dies!"

As the camera cuts to Killer Elite Squad making their way out from the curtain and towards the ring, Reynolds remarks:

REYNOLDS
"Holy shit, you're actually good at something, Matt! Hurry up and hide those. I might want another one but if Archer sees them, he'll probably smack them all over the place."

KLAZZIC
"Ooh, good call!"

As Smith and Archer wait, inside the ring, the arena then fills with the sound of CFO$'s "Bring The Swag." A clear contrast in audience reaction could be heard as a more positive energy even seemed to come from out of nowhere.

KLAZZIC
"OHHHHHHHH, HERE WE GO, NICK AND JIM!!!!"

Klazzic exclaims as Angelo Dawkins comes running and jumping out onto the stage, getting the crowd hyped up. Close behind, carrying his trademark stack of cups, Montez Ford "dances" in behind him.

REYNOLDS
"Matt's not gonna start dancing, is he?"

HANSON
"Yup! There he goes!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh jeez...."

As they move down the ramp with Dawkins "stirring the pot", the camera briefly shows KES in the ring; Smith bares his mouthguard in a sneer at their approaching opponents. Archer stares coldly, not amused one bit. Pure murder in his eyes.

Then there's Matt Klazzic at the announce table, standing out of his chair and getting into the Street Profits entrance. He raises the roof and stirs the pot while Reynolds buries his face in his palm. As Ford and Dawkins make their way around the ring, they stop at the announce table and stare at Klazzic who stops dancing. Ford and Dawkins look at each other, pointing to Klazzic...before the three of them resume dancing. Dawkins gives Klazzic daps and a fist bump before shouting into the camera and following Ford into the ring.

KLAZZIC
"MAN!! I love the energy those guys bring!!"

REYNOLDs
"Are you done? Sit the hell down!"

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Killer Elite Squad and the Street Profits set the expected standard for the rest of the night in their match that lasted 13:04. Being the "smaller team", the Profits strategy seemed to be to pit the quick and agile Montez Ford against the brute power of Lance Archer. Meanwhile, Angelo Dawkins, being the bigger of their team but still able to perform acrobatic feats used his technical skill and moderate size to match up against Davey Boy Smith Jr.

It remained a mostly even, visually impressive match all the way up until the end when Montez Ford springboarded off of the ropes from the apron and attempted a hurricanrana on Lance Archer, who used his sheer power to stop Ford from following up. Seeing his partner in trouble, Angelo Dawkins climbed up onto the apron only for Davey Boy Smith Jr to sprint across the ring and hit him with a European Uppercut that knocked him off and sent him crashing into the barricade.

HANSON
"OHHH MAN!!! OUCH!!!"

Meanwhile, still holding onto Ford, Archer powered him back up into a powerbomb lift and spun him around towards Smith who grabbed Ford by his shoulders and yanked him down, successfully resulting in a brutal Killer Bomb right into the center of the ring, where Archer immediately went into the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"And that's it!!"

KLAZZIC
"Not a good start to my evening, Nick Hanson!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, I liked it!"

KLAZZIC
"Of course you did. Why don't you go celebrate with them?"

REYNOLDs
"No thanks, Matt. I value my life. I'll take another one of those crumpets, though."

KLAZZIC
"Yeah, I need one too--"

HANSON
"WHOA, HEY LOOK OUT!!"

Hanson exclaims as Montez Ford is sent flying over the top rope from Davey Boy Smith Jr and lands hard in front of their announce table. Seconds later, Killer Elite Squad converges on the announce team as Lance Archer grabs Nick Hanson and pulls him across the table just so he can access his headset mic.

"YOU SEE THAT?!?! EVERYBODY DIES!!! IT DOESN'T MATTER!! EVERY-BODY DIES!!!!" Archer shoves a traumatized Hanson back into his seat while Smith snatches a crumpet off of Klazzic's tray.

"The hell is this?" Smith samples the crumpet and grimaces in disgust, spitting it out. He holds the crumpet up to his tag partner as if to say 'look at this crap.' Archer walks over slowly to investigate. He looks at the tray. Looks at Klazzic. Looks at the tray. SMACKS the tray from underneath, sending it and crumpets flying EVERYWHERE before the two walk off laughing.

REYNOLDS
"You guys okay?"

HANSON
"I think my life just flashes before my eyes...."

KLAZZIC
"My crumpets!"

REYNOLDS
"Those guys need to take a xanax."

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"Ok, so waitasec, Willy...why'd he call you out while also calling out Scott? I don't get it."

*Mannheim and Pitt sit while lacing their boots. Mannheim pulls the laces taught and tucks them into his boot before accentuating his speech with his hands*

"See, he didn't really call me out though - not yet...no, this was more of a 'look at my new shiny toy' type of deal. He called Scotty out, he just told me I should watch. No worries, I'll make some popcorn and watch Scotty remind Judas why he's called 'The Tapout King.' See, Pitt..."

*Mannheim begins tying his other boot*

"...Jude's like Mr. Leahy from Trailer Park Boys - this Aguavo kid's his cheeseburglin' Randy. *Mannheim impersonates Mr. Leahy* There's a shit storm a comin', Pitt...I can see the shithawks now flyin' in before the storm to shit on everyone's goddamned parade...."

*Pitt and Mannheim chuckle a little. Mannheim finishes with his boots and stands up, stretching*

"You still didn't answer my question...why did he tell you to pay close attention, or whatever the exact words were?"

"Because he thinks training under him is some brutal, inhuman, and otherwise torturously impossible task? I mean, shit, "new guy's the catch rag when we fuck Beelzebub in the ass later" IS pretty inhuman, and having to see Jude's freshly shorn dick titties IS torturously impossible...."

*Mannheim lets out a satisfied sigh as he rotates his upper body around at the hips*

"The kid might have something, who knows? Why you think I'm making popcorn? Enough about them though, Scotty's a big boy, he's got this shit - and if not, we got his back...easy as pie. We need to be thinking about mouthpiece and his semi retarded brother."

"Willy, you point, I break...kinda like The Avengers did with Hulk...except I'm not green...."

"Not yet, Pitt...but Christmas is coming, and I know last year you asked Santa for Gamma Radiation so you could be like The Hulk - maybe this year you'll wake up green and angry!"

*They both laugh, Pitt beginning his warmup stretches*

"Seriously though, dummy? We do what we do. This time isn't Thursday Night at Clover County High School and Square Dance Hall....this time is WrestleWar. Keep that in your head. We beat these two little trash talkin' Tongan nobodys and I tell you right now, the reign of Ultra Violence will end at WrestleWar when they take a Trip to Hell to be right alongside Judas and his little toy."

*Pitt nods in agreement*

"I don't know about you, but I don't think Doomsday and Belphegor have earned that name yet...you and I have yet to *beep* their *beep* right in the *beepbeeepbeep*"

*Mannheim looks at Pitt and blinks comically, mouth slightly agape*

"Dude, you need some counciling. Like, really. Save some of that for those two pieces of shit and you'll get that wish...christ, maybe they'll finally fire that censor too!"

"Keep your head in the game, keep it quick, and keep it smart. Don't be afraid to use the outside...but do NOT use weapons. We aren't moving on if we get DQ'd...got it?"

*Pitt nods his head*

"Sure do, and I can't believe I didn't see it until Wadsworth revealed it all. He WAS Mr. Boddy...and Mr. Green HAD to be an FBI agent....man...if only I'd paid more attention."

"Are you talking about what I'm talking about, fuckface? G.O.D?"

*Pitt shakes his head*

"No, I was talking about Clue...y'know? The movie? With Tim Curry as the butler Wadsworth?"

*Mannheim facepalms*

"I swear to god I'm putting a password and net nanny on your devices...."

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Cutting back to ringside, Klazzic and Hanson are finishing cleaning up and sitting back down while Reynolds just sits and looks amused.

REYNOLDs
"Talk about a way to kick the night off, huh?"

HANSON
"Yeah, thanks Jim. Not."

REYNOLDS
"Aw, c'mon."

KLAZZIC
"You were no help at all! Where's your sense of comraderie?!"

REYNOLDS
"Survival of the fittest, Matty boy."

Just as James Reynolds says that, the lights dim and focus back on the stage as the Tongan Bullet Club skull appears on the video wall and "Guerrilla Tactics" takes over the sound system.

Together, the Guerrillas of Destiny appear from behind the curtain. "Bad Boy" Tama Tonga struts along, cockily while his brother, "Silverback" Tanga Loa follows behind at a leisurely pace. When they reach the ring, Tanga Loa snatches the mic from Roger Arden and pie faces him to the mat before coming to stand in the center. He tilts his head towards the lights, raising the microphone high and....

"Llllllllaaaaaaadies and gentlemeeeeeeeeen...."

He brings the mic and his head down level, waving an arm out to gesture at the audience. "Bitch ass hoes...and flaming doritos...."

Tanga Loa takes his time, looking around the crowd as his brother taunts random people in the front row, daring them to come in and get some.

"We welcome you all to sit and bear witness...as these two killas--" He gesture between Tama and himself, "--make short work of two punk ass bitches."

KLAZZIC
"Absolutely awful."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, hush. I wanna hear this."

"Not a team of legends, just a couple of cucks. We gon' lay yo old asses out, cuz we don't give - a - fuuuuuuck!" Tanga leans back on the last part, raising his voice, before pacing around the ring. "With WrestleWar, just eight weeks away...." He stops in front of the camera. "We come to show you all: Oh, we here to stay!" He loses his smile now, turning serious. "Now, after this...next week it's K-E-S." He scoffs, shaking his head. "Those two flame asses already know: we the muh'fuckin' best! Four time and CURRENT IWGP Tag Champs. We put the whole division back on the map!! SO!! Mannheim and Pitt...of the A.O.D...come get yo asses kicked, by the GUE-RILLAS - OF - DES-TI-NYYYYYY!!!!" Tanga Loa tosses the mic aside, exchanging a "too sweet" with Tama Tonga as the two begin removing their entrance gear.

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The Guerrillas of Destiny defeated the Army of Darkness, by pinfall in 17:20, when Tama Tonga slipped out of a suplex attempt, landing over behind William Mannheim before promptly springing in front of him and hitting the Gun Stun to make the cover.

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Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Carol of the Bells" slow intro rises as the background music. With the voice of a narrator reading each line, text appears on the screen:

Do You Love The Holidays?

A clip rolls, showing a rural neighborhood covered in snow and Christmas lights.

Do You Love Violence?

The wholesome, warm hearted feel of the ad suddenly takes on a dramatic (albeit somewhat humorous) change as the next clip shows Doomsday of the Dominion of Pain SMASHING a steel chair over an opponent's head. The crowd gives an "OHHHHHH!!!" and we hear Nick Hanson exclaim "Good GOD!!!!"

Why Not Have Both?

The melody builds to the powerful main piece as a short highlight reel depicts some of the more intense bumps seen in NFW:

- Judas Lasher delivers a vicious Lucifer's Halo.

- The Army of Darkness hit the Trip to Hell.

- Shelley Silver hits a brutal Falling Rain.

NFW Presents:
SEASON'S BEATINGS!!
LIVE in London, England
December 24th!!

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For 16:18, the McKeesport Mafia and Golden Lovers raised the standard of expectations as fans got what had recently been called a dream match between a tag team of legends and a tag team of two of Japan's biggest stars.

In the end, after much back and forth exchanging on offense, the Golden Lovers managed to pick up the win when Kota Ibushi landed the Kamigoye on Big Daddy Payne, collapsing over him in exhaustion to make the pinfall.

As Yonosuke Kitamura's "Golden Lovers" filled the arena, both Kenny Omega and Andrew Payne entered the ring to help pick their partners up.

HANSON
"MAN, what a match!"

KLAZZIC
"You said it, Nick Hanson!! And look at that!! Good vibes all around!!"

Klazzic remarked as the McKeesport Mafia and Golden Lovers showed sportsmanship by shaking hands with Kota Ibushi bowing humbly while Kenny Omega called for the crowd to join him in applauding the performance of BDP and the Punisher.

REYNOLDS
"I miss the Kenny Omega that didn't give a fuck about sportsmanship. Kota Ibushi's made him soft!"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with showing respect to an opponent after the match, James Reynolds. Especially one like that where they clearly had to work for their victory!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh, give me a break with that crap. We still have another match to go, and you're not gonna see any sportsmanship there."

KLAZZIC
"Unfortunately, probably not."

HANSON
"Well, while we're waiting for that folks, let's talk about the buzz on social media, going on. As we saw, last night, Vincent Stone -- fed up with the way the Dominion of Pain has seemingly been running amok -- took to the microphone, after his match, and laid out the challenge. A declaration of war, if you will. He called Judas Lasher a megalomaniac and said he needs to be stopped."

REYNOLDS
"You know something? What is it with Vincent Stone and trying to take on gangs of assholes by himself? Does he have a death wish?"

HANSON
"You act like it's a trend of his."

REYNOLDS
"It is a trend! This is practically a repeat of when he said the Circle of Snakes needed to be stopped! He didn't get the job done, did he?"

HANSON
"Well, no. That was actually the Dominion of Pain that did that."

REYNOLDS
"Exactly! What the hell was Vincent Stone doing?"

KLAZZIC
"Winning the Mixed Tag Team Championship with Erin Mercer."

REYNOLDS
"Which they lost on their first defense! To the Dominion of Pain!"

HANSON
"Wait a minute. You're not saying he's doing this because of that, do you?"

REYNOLDS
"No. What I'm saying is he's in way over his head. Just look at this! This is what's going on with social media, right now!"

REYNOLDS
LeeAnn Viskan, herself, wants him to back off because she wants to see him have a future in this business! Not that I can see why, but then look here!"

REYNOLDS
"Erin Mercer's practically begging him to just forget this whole thing! Stone keeps this up and it is NOT going to end well for him. I'll tell you that much!"

HANSON
"Well, time will tell, Jim. But, for now, we've still got our main event for tonight. It's the last match of the quarterfinals! Suzuki-gun: Havok and Minoru Suzuki versus the Rebel Rousers: Chase Evans and Teddy Morse. Let's take it backstage where Amy Connors is hoping to get a quick word with one of the teams."

KLAZZIC
"They better be nice! Or so help me, I'll---"

REYNOLDS
"Oh, you ain't gonna do shit."

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The shot cuts backstage where the camera follows Amy Connors, moving down the hallway as two figures in the distance approach. It doesn't take long before viewers realize that the two are, in fact, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans, on their way to the ring.

"Excuse me! Umm...Chase? Teddy?" Amy calls to them once she's within range of being heard. The two stop and acknowledge her as she comes up to them. Teddy's face lights up.

"Well hey darlin'! How're yew this evenin'?!" Teddy says tipping the brim of his...woodland camo trucker's cap. "Don't yew look purdy!"

Amy finds a small smile. "Thanks. I know you guys are on the way to the ring, right now. I just wanted to get a quick word, if I could."

"Bird." Teddy says, punctually.

Amy frowns in confusion. "Wait, what?"

Teddy shrugs his shoulders. "Bird! You wanted a quick word, right? Well, there ya go! Bird!"

Amy finally gets the joke and laughs. Teddy grins and points. "Hah! Made yew smile! Twice! That's what we was hopin' for. Anyway, go ahead and shoot!"

Amy nods. "So, this is your quarterfinals matchup against the leader of Suzuki-gun and whom everyone is saying is his new prized pupil after Zack Sabre Jr. Do you guys have a strategy? Are you nervous?"

Chase and Teddy both turn serious and Amy begins to look as if she wonders if she's about to be verbally assaulted again, the way she was last night. It doesn't take long before the Rebel Rousers look each other and back at Amy. Chase Evans leans down into the microphone.

"Look, we talk a lot of trash about our opponents here and there but we know a tough team when we see one." Chase begins. "We been watching Suzuki in Japan for awhile. The dude ain't no slouch. He's in his fifties and he can clearly still whup on a som-bitch better than anyone else. Now, where he found this guy Havok? I got no idea. Dude's got mental issues. Walkin' 'round with a mask, showin' videos of him in a goddamn insane asylum n' shit, pumpin' weights. He likes to hurt people. Well lemme tell you somethin' man, I'm a big som-bitch just like ol' boy Colt Shields you decided to attack after your match on Monday, but I can hurt people, too! So why don'chu come try that shit on me!"

"And as for Suzuki!" Teddy Morse chimes in, grinning into the camera. "Man, ain't nothin' I like more than a good ol' fashioned fight. But I bet yew ain't never fought no country boy before! You gon' learn today! Alright alright alriiiiiight!"

"Amy, you have a good evening." Chase says, shaking her hand. "Teddy and I got work to do."

"Thank you, gentlemen. Go get 'em, out there!" Amy says, pumping a fist.

"HEEEEEEEEELLLL YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" Teddy Morse hollers at the top of his lungs before he and Chase move passed the camera, leaving Amy to watch them go with an amused giggle.

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In the Gorilla position before the curtain leading to the ring, we see Paul Heyman front and center flanked by Minoru Suzuki and Havok with Suzuki head down covering his head with his trademark black towel.

Havok stands with his chain loosely around his neck, rolling his shoulders and popping his pec muscles. He does a quick stretch of his neck from side to side.

"Tonight, the Tag Team War continues and we see the Rebel Rousers," Heyman starts.

“Make no mistake, we were impressed with your performance against TMDK. Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls are no slouches by any stretch. Anyone that can say they've gone toe-to-toe with any member of Suzuki-Gun intact are no scrubs by any stretch of the imagination.”

"But tonight, you step in the ring with the King himself, Minoru Suzuki. You step in the path of the whirling dervish of destruction, Havok. You can consider yourself fortunate to step in the ring with them at this state, because Havok is learning from the best when it comes to administering pain. His mind is a sponge taking in all the knowledge and expertise the King, my client Minoru Suzuki, will teach him. But his lesson is a neverending one, and after tonight, Havok will have turned a new page. For you see, Rebel Rousers, you two are good, real good. But can you withstand the waves of punishment that these two men are more than happy to administer to you on your behalf? You two are just road bumps on a path where the final destination is a dream match scenario between Suzuki and Havok and their fellow stablemates, KES. It's nothing personal, gentlemen. It's only business, but your feel good scenario ends tonight, and not with the feel good ending you were hoping for," Heyman sternly says as Suzuki tilts his head to look at the camera and we see Suzuki glaring with a look of derision on his face.

With a guttural growl, Havok lunges forward and grabs the camera, shoving the camera man back. The man goes down with a pathetic yelp as his equipment lands just right to see the feet of the three men turn towards the curtain as "SUZUKI-GUN ICHIBAN" starts playing out in the arena.

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In what was the longest match of the night, at 19:33, the Rebel Rousers had a tougher time against Havok and Suzuki than they allegedly seemed to expect. Havok demonstrated a freakish strength and agility for his size that Chase Owens clearly didn't realize was that dangerous until he found himself on the receiving end of the maniac's wrath.

Teddy Morse also found it to be anything but easy when he stepped up to Suzuki in an attempt to have an all out strike-fest with a man. It did little more than amuse the King of Pro Wrestling as he grinned sadistically, letting Teddy chop away at him. Even slapping him across the face and urging him to try harder. When it was his turn, he opened up with a vicious combo of palm strikes and forearm shots, eventually leaving Teddy with a glazed look in his eyes, a red chest and a small amount of blood coming from inside his mouth that suggested he'd caused the young man to bite his tongue.

Still, the Rebel Rousers persevered and did their damndest to weather the storm, eventually pulling off what could be considered a lucky win when Havok rushed across the ring at Chase Owens during a brawl between the four men while Owens and Minoru were the two legal competitors. Owens moved out of the way, causing Havok to bulldoze right into Suzuki with a lariat that knocked the man inside out. By the time he turned around, realizing what he did, Teddy Morse had entered the ring and charged into Havok to send he and himself out of the ring. Chase Owens, meanwhile, capitalized, picking Suzuki up and running him off the ropes to deliver the Upchuck before rolling him up for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"WOOOOOOW!!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!"

Ryan Upchurch's "Cheatham County" blasted throughout the arena as Teddy Morse, wisely, got back into the ring and put a distance between himself and Havok before the man got to his feet. Because, by the time the pupil of Suzuki was up and heard their opponents' music playing, he began throwing a tantrum akin to the Incredible Hulk, ripping a section of the barricade away and shoving it over before moving to the steps and throwing the top half against the ring post. Meanwhile, Suzuki had to be held back by ringside staff which, as anyone might have expected, only caused him to turn his aggression on them, throwing forearms left and right before putting on poor sap into a Figure Four on the floor. Havok mimicked his tutors brutality, pulling a staff member who was trying to get his colleague free and putting him in a Guillotine Choke.

REYNOLDS
"Jesus! Maybe they should have let them win!!"

KLAZZIC
"Get them out of here!! Somebody!!"

Eventually, it was Paul Heyman himself who managed to reel the two in and guide them back towards the curtain as the Rebel Rousers stopped their celebration to make sure the staff members were okay; finally heading up the ramp, slapping hands with the crowd on the way.

REYNOLDs
"I told you there wasn't gonna be any good sportsnamship at the end of his match."

KLAZZIC
"Well, for once, you're right about something, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"What's that supposed to mean?!"

HANSON
"In layman's terms, you tend to have your head up your backside, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"HEY!!!"

HANSON
"Well that's our show tonight, folks! Be sure to tune in for our regular broadcast on Monday, and don't forget, we've got our semi-finals matches for Tag Team Wars and Queen of the Ring on Tuesday! The finals will be happen on December 24th at Season's Beatings! Don't miss it! So long, everyone!"