Christine Donahue: I’m not going to lie here and no offense to Scythe Bloodline, but the oddsmakers are not giving him a chance in hell of winning this match.
The opening saxophone of 'Jubel' begins to play over the PA and as it speeds up, eventually it hits a crescendo into a drop.
Alan Carcia: And here comes the man.
"Save me"
Tyke Index appears from behind the curtain with a hood over his head just as the chorus rolls, his HcW Championship around his waist. There are rapturous jeers from the crowd as Tyke poses at the bottom of the ring steps before entering the ring.
"5..4..3..2..1.."
The lights go off and when they come back on Tyke is sitting in his corner looking stoned and delusional, he eventually stands up and goes face to face with Scythe Bloodline in the center of the ring.
Richard Bassett: Ladies and gentleman tonight is your main event and it is a LADDDDEEEEEEER MATCH for the HcW World Heavyweight Championship, introducing first he is the challenger hailing from Mansfield, Ohio and weighing in at 210 lbs he fights for the Blood Coven! He is …SCYYYYYYYYYYYYTHEEEEE BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODLINE!
The fans pop hard and begin a “Scythe” chant.
Richard Bassett: Introducing the champion, he fights out of Brooklyn, New York via Glasgow, Scotland – this is the King of Coke Mountain! He is the HcW World Heavyweight Champion weighing in at 225 lbs, he is Tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyykeeee Index!
Tyke Index raises the championship high above his head as Scythe glances up at it, senior official Arnold James then takes the championship as the fans continue to jeer Tyke Index.
Al Locker: There we see it, the championship assailing fifteen feet in the air.
Alan Carcia: Who is walking out of Michigan the HcW Champion?
Christine Donahue: Revenge for Scythe or repeat for Tyke!?
Both men circle round each other as the bell sounds, Tyke goes for a quick take down but Scythe smashes him with knees followed by an atomic drop right off the bat! Scythe then gets a head of steam and takes Tyke down with a flying forearm! Scythe awaits Tyke to reach his feet before hitting him with another flying forearm. Tyke rolls outside to try and grab a breath of fresh air and points to his head as if he has outsmarted Scythe when…
Christine Donahue: INCOOOOOOOOOOMING!
Al Locker: Moonsault plancha all the way to the outside from Scythe Bloodline!
Alan Carcia: Tyke taken out the game!
The crowd go crazy and start a ‘holy shit’ chant
Christine Donahue: There is a sect of wrestling fans that believe that Tyke Index is spreading himself too thin working for both HcW and Mile High Wrestling while Scythe Bloodline has been focused exclusively here.
Scythe picks up Tyke and smashes him head first into the ring post! Tyke is dazed and as he struggles to get back to his feet Scythe runs towards the steel steps before using them as a launching pad and looks to take out Tyke with a diving lariat but Tyke catches Scythe in mid air and reverses it into a spine buster with Tyke dropping Scythe spine first into the steel steps!
Alan Carcia: Oh my god! Sheer brutality! Scythe just dropped spine first into the steel steps.
Al Locker: Scythe’s going to need a trip to the chiropractor after tonight, belt or no belt.
Christine Donahue: Scythe’s high risk attacks just backfired big time.
Al Locker: Tyke Index is arguably the smartest pound for pound wrestler in the business, he knows where he is at all times as Scythe just found out the hard way.
Tyke picks up Scythe from the mat and exacerbates Scythes now hurt back with a backbreaker! Tyke gets up and laughs as Scythe writhes in pain holding his back. Tyke picks up Scythe and goes to throw him into the steel steps but Scythe mid momentum jumps onto the steel steps! Tyke dashes behind Scythe though and pushes Scythe off the top of the stairs, Scythe goes flying head first into the barrier!
Alan Carcia: Good God!
Al Locker: Scythe had a bad wrist coming into this match and now in the first five minutes he has now had insurmountable damage done to both his back and head.
Christine Donahue: The last thing that Scythe needs right now is a concussion on the biggest night of his career.
Tyke picks up the ladder and approaches the ring with it, Tyke rolls the ladder into the ring and then approaches Scythe who is slowly getting back to his feet. Tyke picks up Scythe and then nails him with a huge piledriver on the outside! Tyke stands up and laughs maniacally before picking up Scythe putting him in position before nailing Scythe with a second piledriver on the concrete floor!
Christine Donahue: Tyke Index has not been the same since he found out that Scythe Bloodline was going to be his challenger. He’s become increasingly unstable.
Al Locker: Scythe may be done! Those piledrivers were absolutely brutal, good god almighty!
Alan Carcia: Things could be academic here.
Christine Donahue: We’ve seen a very serene and assassin like nature from the champion Tyke Index tonight, he has been very measured in his attack slowing the pace right down.
Tyke Index rolls back in the ring and starts to set up the ladder in the middle of the ring as loud “Scythe” chants erupt from the crowd as they try to gear up Scythe to stop Tyke. Tyke begins to climb the ladder and makes it to the second top rung when out of nowhere Scythe launches a top rope missile dropkick smashing Tyke off the ladder!
Al Locker: Where the hell did Scythe Bloodline come from!? And why is the cameraman out of position!?
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index is straddled on the top rope!
Christine Donahue: Scythe Bloodline showing great guts and fortitude to somehow stop Tyke Index after all the onslaught he suffered earlier. He still looks a little uneasy but these fans are a hundred percent Team Scythe.
Scythe Bloodline slowly gets to his feet holding his head and back, he gets a head of steam before smashing Tyke Index with a flying forearm which takes the straddled Index all the way to the outside again. Scythe gets a wild look in his eyes before taking the ladder and laying it against the top rope.
Al Locker: What does Scythe have in mind here!?
Scythe Bloodline took a head of steam off the ropes before running up the ladders which were perched upon the top rope, Bloodline then leaped off the very top and all the way to the outside hitting Tyke with a flying somersault plancha!
Christine Donahue: Nooooooooooooo!!!! Scythe might have just killed himself to kill Tyke Index!
The crowd have started a “holy shit” chant! Scythe stands up and motions to the crowd who go wild for the challenger, Scythe picks up Tyke Index and rolls him back in the ring. Scythe throws the ladder on the ground; Scythe then picks up Tyke and smashes him with a Killer Thriller onto the ladder!
Alan Carcia: SCYTHE BLOODLINE JUST EXECUTED A GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKIN KILLER THRILLER ONTO THE LADDER!
Al Locker: No!!! Tyke Index must be broken in half.
Christine Donahue: And just like that he’s back in this match and Scythe Bloodline is about to become the World Champion!
Scythe Bloodline picks up the ladder and starts to set it up, Tyke hasn’t moved since the Killer Thriller! Scythe starts to climb the ladder rung by rung as the crowd start to rise to their feet in anticipation of Scythe grabbing the championship, just as his hands are on the championship Tyke grabs at Scythes foot. Scythe kicks Tyke away, Tyke bounces off the ropes and smashes Scythe with a huge leaping low blow! Scythe falls off the ladder clutching at his groin!
Christine Donahue: Tyke Index getting desperate here to retain his World Championship that he will stoop as low as he needs to go!
Alan Carcia: Stoop low? Tyke will do whatever the hell he has to if it means he walks out of Michigan HcW Champion.
Al Locker: Tyke Index eat, sleeps and breaths that championship but does he have anything left to climb the ladder!?
Tyke Index uses the ropes to slowly clamber back to his feet, the ladders have also toppled back over to the mat again and as Scythe slowly begins to crawl to his knees Tyke gets a head of steam before smashing Scythe with a Coke Mountain which sends Scythes head crashing into the ladder!!
Al Locker: COKE MOUNTAIN, COKE MOUNTAIN, COKE MOUNTAIN ON THE FRIGGIN LADDER!!
Christine Donahue: Scythe is busted open! He’s there motionless. Tyke Index may have just secured his championship with that move.
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index just smashed the head of Scythe Bloodline with such fury that we could feel the ring and ladder vibrate from over here!
Al Locker: That may just do it!
Tyke Index instead of starting to climb the ladder begins to pose on the ropes winding the fans up, he motions that Scythe Bloodline is finished. Tyke Index approaches the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring and starts to climb. Tyke is now at the top rung and grabs the championship but as he does Scythe has somehow managed to kick the ladder away! Tyke is dangling in midair! Scythe goes outside and goes under the ring with Tyke still dangling trying to grab the championship. Scythe pulls out a table! Scythe rolls the table in the ring quickly! Scythe sets the table up! Tyke in desperation leaps from the ring holding the championship looking for a hurricanrana but Scythe reverses it into a powerbomb through the table!!
Al Locker: Holy fuckin’ shit!
Alan Carcia: Tyke Index just crashed through the table all the way to hell!
Christine Donahue: I am getting flashbacks of when Tyke sent Taurus to hell earlier in the year, as Bloodline just caused Tyke to join the Raging Bull there?!
Scythe