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Tyke places his foot on the bottom rope! Taurus cannot believe it and queries the count. Taurus is looking frustrated!
Al Locker: Great ring awareness there by Tyke!
Alan Carcia: In the lead up to this match Tyke and Harvey Goodfellows had mentioned that Taurus was looking desperate and that he knew he could not defeat Tyke. I must say, this is the first time in this match where Taurus has almost what looks like a confused and frustrated facial expression. How will he put the challenger away?
Taurus goes to the outside and picks up a steel chair, he comes back in the ring and hovers over Tyke is in a very bad way. Referee McTavish is trying to reason with Taurus to stop him using the steel chair. McTavish tries to grab the chair off of Taurus but Taurus pushes McTavish down by accident. Just then Taurus spins round and Tyke drop kicks the chair right into Taurus’ face! Tyke picks up the steel chair and smashes Taurus right over the head with it!
Al Locker: Oh my god! Taurus is a bloody mess!
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index just smashed the World Champion with a steel chair that was wholly intended for him!
Tyke drops the steel chair over the top rope and picks up Taurus who is pretty much motionless! Tyke smashes Taurus with a Total Definition and makes the cover!
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my god! Kick out by the narrowest of margins!
Al Locker: How did Taurus raise a shoulder up there after everything he has been through so far!? My god he must be super human!
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index can’t believe it! What will it take here?! WHAT WILL IT TAKE!
The crowd are going crazy with appreciation for both men as “Tyke” and “Taurus” chants resonate around the arena!
Tyke Index holds his head in frustration for a second before getting a glint in his eye, Taurus is dripping with blood, he is an absolute mess.
Al Locker: Tyke is going outside for that steel chair again Alan!
Alan Carcia: Tyke said he would end Taurus’ career tonight, but my god, we didn’t think he actually meant it!
Al Locker: If Tyke does with this chair what I think he might, then we might never see Taurus again!
Tyke rolls in the ring with the steel chair but somehow Taurus has reached his feet again. Taurus hits a Bullseye onto the steel chair which in turn smashes into Tyke Index! The momentum sends Tyke all way to the outside!
Al Locker: Oh my god, the Bull is alive!!!
Alan Carcia: Bad break for Taurus there, Taurus cannot pin Tyke on the outside, he must be so frustrated.
Taurus rolls out after Tyke and picks him up. Taurus puts Tyke on the announce table. Taurus looks around the arena with a crazy look in his eye.
Al Locker: What is Taurus thinking here!?
Alan Carcia; We haven’t seen Taurus perform a high risk maneuver like this in a long time, what is he going to do!?
Taurus climbs to the top turnbuckle with Tyke still sprawled on the announce table. Taurus signals and screams “you are forever in my shadow” before leaping off the top rope! Tyke moves out the way and Taurus crashes through the table!!!
Al Locker: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY FUCKING SHIT! TAURUS MUST BE DEAD, HE MUST BE FUCKING DEAD!
Alan Carcia: Taurus risked it all there! That was the desperation Tyke spoke about all along, oh my god, he was right! Taurus is dead!
Tyke crawls out of the debris and pulls himself up using the ring apron, the referee is up to a 6 count inside the ring. Tyke heads back over to Taurus and picks him up slowly, Taurus is dead weight. Tyke rolls Taurus back in the ring. Tyke follows Taurus in the ring. Tyke signals for the end! Tyke picks up the dead weight of Taurus and smashes him with a Total Definition in the center of the ring and makes the cover with all his weight!
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DING DING DING!!
Al Locker: Oh my god! Tyke Index has defeated Taurus in a match that will live on for the ages!
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index said he would defeat Taurus and by god he has!
Richard Basset: The winner of this match and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW HCW WORLD HEAVYWEIIIIIIIIIIIGHT CHAMPION OFFFFFFFF THE WORLD…TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKEEEEEE INDEEEEEEEEEEX!!!!
Harvey Goodfellows sprints down the ramp with glee and hands the HcW World Championship to Tyke Index who leans against the ropes looking at Taurus who is still not moving much.
{Highlights show Taurus landing some of the huge Bullseyes earlier in the match, followed by the announce table bump and the final Total Definition.)
Al Locker: My god! What will happen next week on Hell!?
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index has won the HcW World Championship for a second time at Insanity!
"Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winters Band begins to play.
Al Locker: What's this? We don't have anyone with theme music.
A gentleman enters the arena and waves to the crowd as he has this shit-eating grin across his face. He's dressed in a suit, the shirt underneath is buttoned except for the collar button. He has a microphone in his hand as he steps out onto the stage. "Well, that was certainly something, and I mean that. I might come across as a sarcastic prick on occasion but that was probably the best match I've seen in a number of years, so I give you both a tremendous amount of credit. Of course, my congratulations to you, Mr. Index on a well fought victory."
He begins to walk down the ramp. He's an older gentleman, probably in his 50s and some may actually recognize him. "How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Biff Franklin, former professional wrestler, former color commentator and I'm going to be running things around here for a while. You see, the former administration in the back have been chasing off talent and upper management has had enough of their shenanigans. So much so, that security is escorting them out of the building,” he glances down at his sleeve as if looking at a watch, which isn’t there, “right about now because they can’t seem to play well with others."
He gets down to ringside and begins to climb up the ringsteps, "I've been around this business for three decades and have held championships all around the world. I know a thing or two about this business, so as the man in charge now, I'm going to go ahead and make this official for our next PPV event that is called Bitter Enemies. And if this doesn’t make your trousers tent, I don’t know what will. I’m going to call it: Tyke-Taurus II. But considering the outcome of tonight's match, we need something more to make it exceed expectations."
“What can we do?” He pauses and pretends to be in deep thought, "Well, I may just have an idea. It's what I do, really. How about we make this match a Last Man Standing match."
The crowd gives a pop at that announcement.
"Oh, I should let you know that you should go ahead and get your celebrations out of the way, Mr. Index because I’ve already signed the main event for next week’s Monday Night Hell match. The nice part of this gig is that I can finally put together a few dream matches that I’ve been wanting to see, so you’ll be going one on one with our new Pure Champion, Anaquin Adams just so we can kick off the new Franklin Administration era of HCW with a very loud bang. So, by all means, let me get out of your way and congratulations. Ladies and gentlemen, your new World’s Champion."
Biff Franklin exits the ring and heads up the ramp as Tyke looks at the man for a moment before moving over to climb up on the second turnbuckle to pose with the championship as his music plays.
Al Locker: Well, now we know what’s been going on in the back all day! A new administrator and it looks like he’s going to be shaking things up around here.
Alan Carcia: While that’s big news, the bigger story is that Tyke Index has reclaimed the HcW World Championship and not only does he have Anaquin Adams to face next week, but in four weeks he’ll be back in the ring with Taurus in a Last Man Standing match!
Al Locker: We are completely out of time, but we’ll bring you any further developments during the week but we will be back in a week with Monday Night Hell. For all of us at HcW, thanks for joining us!
The celebration continues as the scene fades out.