Knicky V Kassidy

Edward Redding: Tonight’s main event is going to be … the IWF Tag Team Champions James Kash and Charlie Titan, taking on KnicKy and … The Prince of Darkness himself, Kassidy!

IWF Tag Team Championship Match James Kash and Charlie Titan © V KnicKy & Kassidy …Kash grabs KnicKy and hoists him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. The bloody opponent bounces off the ropes and runs into a big clothesline from James Kash, knocking him to the mat. Kash smirks as he looks outside, where Titan is slamming Kassidy’s head into the announcer’s table. Kash turns and stalks KnicKy as he sets him up, to finish the match. He rushes at him and is caught off guard as KnicKy hits a belly to belly suplex, taking down one half of the champions. Titan spots trouble and slides into the ring, grabbing KnicKy from behind and hitting a back suplex, to flatten the challenger. Titan smirks as he’s lead to his corner and the referee continues the match, as James Kash manages to his feet, watching his prone challenger. KnicKy takes several moments to get back up, as Kash stalks him, waiting in the corner patiently. Kassidy kneels by the corner and trips up Kash from the outside, as he prepares to rush KnicKy. Titan tackles Kassidy on the outside and begins to beat him down, as KnicKy and Kash both get to their feet. Kash rushes at KnicKy again, whom is rolled up by the Australian Hero “1….2…..3!” Kerry: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD JOSH WE HAVE NEW CHAMPIONS!! Josh: Good god KnicKy pinned the champion, for the three count! We have new champions! Kerry: We have a new super-team holding the IWF Tag Team Championships Josh!!

Kassidy Kerry: The man is the Prince of DarknessJosh: -He plays mind games like none other, his in-ring ability is only matched by his ability to scare his opponent before the bell soundsKerry: -And his brawling style brings out the best in his opponents, but it just never seems to be enough! Kassidy: I am the best single striker in this business. I will play with your mind before the bell rings, so you know you’ll be begging for mercy when it sounds… Kerry: There truly is no man more terrifying in this business, than Kassidy right now… Josh: No man has ever gone toe to toe with him, and stood tall to tell the taleKerry: -None except this man…

KnicKy Kerry: The Australian Hero, truly is a wrestling godJosh: -Gets his name from his amazing wrestling technique, and his athletic abilityKerry: Trying to figure out KnicKy’s game plan going into any match is near impossible with is comedic tone, off putting to even the most experienced veteran…

KnicKy: There’s a reason they call me the Australian Hero – my heart and determination is bigger than nothing, other than my ability to out wrestle your ass! Kerry: There is no man more talented than KnicKy, right now… Josh: No man has ever managed to out think and out strategise him, and to think thatKerry: -That now he and Kassidy are the IWF Tag Team Champions! These two men are going to be impossible to beat. Things are really going to heat up here, on Monday Night Mayhem! The title reign of KnicKy and Kassidy as IWF Tag Team Champions was nothing short of what all expected. They dominated any team thrown their way, and stood tall as they defended the titles week in, week out. Their bond, as partners began to grow and their chemistry in the ring sparked, as all those on the rosters feared the worst – they were only going to get better. Outside the ring, Kassidy began to lighten up. KnicKy’s sense of humour began to rub off on the Dark Prince, and his devilish nature slowly began to fade. Their reign was approaching some 11 months, the longest tag team title reign in IWF history. No team thrown together by Edward Redding could beat this duo, until tragedy struck KnicKy’s life. It was on the 23rd of April, 2008 when KnicKy’s long time friend, Matthew Lewis, had passed away from an unusual heart failure. He was only 25 when he passed away, and this tragedy broke KnicKy, emotionally. Set to defend their IWF Tag Team Titles at Born 2 Bleed, Kassidy and KnicKy had to forfeit the match and the titles, due to KnicKy’s inability to compete. It was announced shortly after that KnicKy was taking a hiatus from wrestling, from his agent. Kassidy and the millions of fans were stunned by the sudden announcement, and could only wait not until KnicKy returned to the ring, but until he competed again. It was almost three months later when KnicKy’s music sounded again at an IWF event, much to the delight of Kassidy and the millions watching live. Who they saw return though, was not the KnicKy they last saw. Introducing a new character or sorts, the death of long time friend Matthew Lewis hit KnicKy harder than anyone had realised. His new persona shocked everyone, and his actions returning to Monday Night Mayhem were unbelievable… KnicKy steps into the ring, dragging his thick black leather coat through with him. His bandana over his forehead, KnicKy’s eyes never left Kassidy’s as he walked over and received a microphone from the ringside staff. His expression hadn’t changed since his first appearance at the top of the ramp, as Kassidy watched on shocked. KnicKy: I can’t say, that I’m happy to be back here, in the IWF. Much to the crowd’s shock, the cheers suddenly quieten from within the arena as KnicKy continues. KnicKy: I can’t say that I have much reason to be here. I can really only say there is one thing on my agenda, right now. Kassidy: What’s that, ma-

KnicKy: -My agenda is simple. I’ve come back, to take away the happiness in your lifeKnicKy drops the microphone and tackles Kassidy to the mat, and begins to unleash rights and lefts to his face. Kassidy can’t cover up as the fans begin to boo KnicKy, as he continues his vicious assault on his former friend. KnicKy finally stands over Kassidy, a look of pure hatred etched on his face as he backs away slowly, and exits the ring… The assault left Kassidy and the fans confused, as KnicKy’s sudden disappearance from Monday Night Mayhem followed for several weeks. Kassidy attempted to call out KnicKy, but to no avail. All that was received, was encrypted messages from the Australian Hero himself. Finally though, at Hardcore Hell, Kassidy got an answer to KnicKy’s actions. However it couldn’t have come at a worse time

Hardcore Hell Main Event IWF Undisputed Championship Match Kassidy V Montana © …Kassidy flattens the champion as the crowd gets behind him strongly. Everyone knows what’s coming, as he stalks his foe in the ring. Montana struggles to his feet as he turns and walks into Kassidy, getting hit in the centre of the ring with Kassidy’s finisher, A Nightwalker’s Sunset [GTS then flipping Rock Bottom]. Kassidy manages to connect with the first half of his finisher as he has the IWF Undisputed Title firmly in his grasps, when the crowd fills with boos. From within the crowd, appears KnicKy wearing tattered jeans and a black singlet. He slides into the ring and grabs Kassidy from behind, setting him up for his finisher the Down Under DDT [Reverse DDT, flip opponent over to a vertical base, dropping them onto their head]. He connects and lays out Kassidy as the referee rings the bell, and calls for the DQ. Kerry: Good god Montana has no one but KnicKy to thank here tonight. He just robbed Kassidy of the IWF Undisputed Championship! Josh: I don’t get it, Kerry! These two men were best of friends, and now KnicKy’s stabbing him in the back by doing something like this!? Kerry: I don’t get it either, Josh. Hopefully we get some answers soon, though. The following Monday Night Mayhem proved to get more answers for those bewildered by KnicKy’s change in heart. Kassidy demanded KnicKy face him, man to man, but the Australian Hero chose otherwise… KnicKy appears on the titantron as Kassidy rips off his shirt and paces about in the ring. Kassidy smirks, the disappointment becoming apparent as KnicKy stares him down from the titantron. KnicKy: I’m not stupid, Kassidy. I’m not going to let myself anywhere near you until I’m ready. Why should I, I know you’re hurting right now. You’re in

pain right now, your match last night was a classic match with Montana. Yet, as usual, you came up just short. Unfortunately for you, Kassidy, this is only just the beginning. Kassidy: I don’t care, there’s nothing you can do to me that’s going to make my life anymore frustrating than by what you did last night. I just want to know, why? What ever happened to the KnicKy I knew and fought along side, months ago? KnicKy: That man, is long gone Kassidy. You should take a look back at how you felt, some years ago. Do you remember that hatred that filled your soul? Do you remember that sense of emptiness in your soul? The feeling like nobody was ever there for you, like you were alone in this world? You remember how that felt, Kassidy? Kassidy: What areKnicKy: -Nobody was ever there, for me! Not my family, not you, nobody! When I lost someone that was close to me, I had no one to turn to, to lean against, and I fell. I fell hard, and you didn’t even notice! Kassidy: You never said a damn word to mKnicKy: -You never took the time to ask! You son of a bitch! You turned your back on me and went after championships! You’re going to suffer, just like I suffer everytime my eyes open in the morning! This was the final time these two men spoke, civilly. Their actions from that point on spoke louder than any words ever could. Their hatred was fuelled by an uncontrollable desire to inflict pain on the other. KnicKy was the first to strike, only a week later. Taking out Kassidy on his way into the building, his assault on the Dark Prince was brutal. His almost satanic lashings and markings left on Kassidy’s body were a strong message sent, as he left his sworn enemy in a bloody mess outside the building. It didn’t take Kassidy long to retaliate, however. KnicKy, with his first match back in almost four months, was guaranteed no interferences. However Edward Redding’s word meant nothing to a fuming Kassidy as he not only got KnicKy DQ’ed, but left him in a bloody heap in the centre of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. This would be the last time Kassidy would stand tall over KnicKy, though. KnicKy’s messages and disturbances began to get much more sadistic, and much more varied. He began to attack any of those who stood before him, and became feared by a majority in the locker room. His beatings became satanic, symbolic to Kassidy almost as he left them in obscene positions and locations, markings left in their body that seemed too violent to believe. With several complaints from the backstage area, Edward Redding had no choice but to suspend KnicKy until SummerSlammer, where he and Kassidy were to face off, one on one. Kassidy persuaded Redding strongly to make it something that could truly end this rivalry, so both men could move on with their lives. Kassidy and Redding knew that Kassidy and KnicKy needed closure to this fued, and there was only one way to do it – Hell in a Cell! Now, it’s SummerSlammer 2009 and two men will be walking into that ring tonight, to fight not only for their own survival, but for the destruction of their once good friend. Words have been exchanged, and beat downs dished out, but

no more – tonight’s confrontation will surpass all that is in the past, and all that in the future. Kassidy and KnicKy have almost seemingly changed roles within the business, however their goal is still the same – to end the other’s career. Who will walk out of the devil’s playground victorious? Who will walk out, on their own two feet?

SUMMERSLAMMER 2009 The lights begin to dim, as blue lights engulf the darkness, and Headstrong [Trapt] begins to play. The boos accompany the music as from behind the curtain appears KnicKy. He’s in his usual entrance attire; black tights, black denim vest and bandana, as he makes his way slowly onto the stage area. His eyes are fixed on the Hell in a Cell structure which has been lowered over the ring, as his breath remains calm. Kerry: I have to say Josh, as much as the man has changed he’s still the same calm, cool and collected KnicKy we’ve seen in the past. Josh: No doubt he’s twisted and more calculating now though. Who knows what sick ideas he’s got racing through his mind, right now. KnicKy makes his way down the ramp way, ignoring the boos from crowd members as he makes his way to the door, which has been opened. He runs his fingers over the stone cold steel as he enters and rolls under the bottom rope. He comes to a standing pose, as his eyes scan the steel structure which now surrounds him. He raises his hands slowly into the air, as the lights slowly return to normal and his music dies down. He slips his bandana and vest off, and places them on the outside of the ring. Kerry: You have to wonder if the little mind games, the intensity of KnicKy is going to affect Kassidy Josh. Josh: Kassidy is the master of mind games, Kerry. I don’t think it’s going to affect him that much. Kerry: But let’s take a look at how long it’s been since Kassidy has played his ‘old school’ mind games. It’s been almost 14 months, now Josh. Josh: Great point Kerry! The roles seem to be almost reversed completely! Let’s see how Kassidy looks, when he gets into that structure. KASSIDYS SONG!!! Begins to play through the arena as the crowd turn their attention to the stage and flood the music with cheers. Kassidy makes his way out onto the stage area, in his street attire; faded jeans and a beanie, as he looks about the arena, and then lets his eyes rest on KnicKy. His gaze is that of a determined man, as he makes his way down the ramp way, his walk showing the adrenaline already coursing though his veins. He stops by the door and looks inside at KnicKy, as he tosses his beanie into the crowd. Kerry: Well Kassidy doesn’t look too bad right now, Josh! Seems the mind games can really only be played by the master, not by KnicKy.

Josh: Well look at what’s going on though Kerry. Kassidy is still on the outside, seems like he’s almost pausing before getting locked into that “hell on Earth”. Maybe a little nervous? Kerry: Or maybe he’s running through his game plan once more in his head? Kassidy takes a step past the door finally as the referees on the outside swing it shut and grab the chain, to lock it up. Kassidy turns to look at the referees for a split second, when KnicKy rushes at him. Diving between the ropes at Kassidy in a suicide dive like manner. Hhe tackles his foe into the steel door and knocks it open, as both men go tumbling onto the steel ramp way. KnicKy climbs to his feet and looks down at Kassidy, as the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.

Kerry: Well ladies and gentlemen this match truly has started with a bang! KnicKy seems to be content on hurting Kassidy tonight! KnicKy looks at the booing crowd before he reaches down and grabs Kassidy by his hair, and hoists him to his feet. His face shows no real emotion as he throws a big left hand at Kassidy and knocks him back on his feet. Kassidy stumbles back into the steel cage as KnicKy begins to unload with rights and lefts, connecting where ever Kassidy hasn’t covered up - his chest, stomach, face and shoulders. Finally Kassidy manages to shove KnicKy off him, and gets some time to catch his bearings. KnicKy however is relentless as he rushes his foe and squashes him into the steel cage, Kassidy falls forwards onto his knees, a little winded. KnicKy, not wanting to lose any momentum, stands before the kneeling Kassidy and throws huge, carefully placed left fists to his face. Each blow knocks a little bit of life from Kassidy’s body, as KnicKy beats him down with his fists. Deciding he’s used his fists to inflict enough pain, KnicKy makes his way over to the side of the ramp, and grabs a spot light which has been set up on the floor. He rips the cords from the ground and lifts the light above his head, as he walks over to Kassidy. Josh: Good god, he’s going to use that light as a weapon!? Kassidy manages to connect with a quick shot to KnicKy’s stomach, as KnicKy lowers the light down to head height. Kassidy knocks the light from his challenger’s hands and jabs KnicKy in the stomach a second time, buckling him over. Kassidy grabs KnicKy’s legs and sweeps them out from under him, throwing him onto his back. In a swift and fast motion Kassidy flips over on top of KnicKy for a pinning predicament ‘1...2....’ but no, KnicKy gets his shoulder up. Both men lay on the ground motionless for a few moments before they make their way back to their feet. Several referee’s try to encourage the men to enter the chamber, however Kassidy first decides to strike KnicKy in the face with his foot. Kassidy grabs KnicKy by his hair and leads him inside the steel structure, before slamming his head onto the ring apron. Kerry: Well at least they’re entering the cell finally, Josh! Kassidy follows up by whipping his enemy alongside the ring and into the steel. KnicKy’s head and chest slam into the cold steel as he stumbles back, before Kassidy rushes him from behind and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of the head. KnicKy falls flat on his face, as Kassidy looks down at his prone foe. Kassidy lifts KnicKy to his knees, and standing behind him, begins to deliver clubbing forearms to KnicKy’s chest, showing no signs of stopping or even slowing for a few moments. Finally however, Kassidy stops and delivers one final forearm to the face of KnicKy, before turning to the ring. He begins to search under the ring and looks about, before grabbing a steel chair and holding it high above his head. A small smirk on Kassidy’s face, he clutches the chair in his hands and watches KnicKy, as he gets to his feet slowly. KnicKy stands, with help from the steel structure, and turns walking right into Kassidy, who strikes the chair down on his skull violently. The cracking sound echoes throughout the arena as KnicKy falls to his back, motionless.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ...

Kerry: What a vile chair shot ... absolutely sickening!

Kassidy looks at the chair, now dinted severely and tosses it behind him. He straddles KnicKy’s chest and grabs his head in one hand, and yells some trash talk. Vicious right fists follow the trash talk, as Kassidy works on trying to bust The Australian Hero open. He’s unsuccessful, as he stands and walks back to and searches under the ring again. This time, he pulls out a table, and slides it into the ring. His smile broadens as he grabs KnicKy and lifts him to his feet, slamming his face into the steel ring post, before rolling him into the ring. Kassidy follows him in as he grabs the table, and sets it up, diagonally in the centre of the ring. He grabs KnicKy and rolls him onto the table, as he signals to the top rope. Kassidy makes his way onto the apron and begins to ascend to the top, as KnicKy wisely rolls off, and onto his knees. Kassidy hops from the top turnbuckle onto the canvas and approaches him. Kerry: It’s those amazing instincts of KnicKy’s, possibly saved the match for him right there! Josh: Absolutely, Kerry. Absolutely. KnicKy was in a lot of trouble, on that table! He’s caught off guard when KnicKy elbows him in the stomach, and buckles him over. In a desperate attempt to regain control, KnicKy grabs Kassidy’s jaw, rests it on his skull as he stands before dropping to a sitting position for a jaw buster. Kassidy’s head snaps back, before he stumbles backwards into the ropes. KnicKy remains in his sitting position as he tries to regain his composure. Kassidy, holding his jaw with one hand, approaches KnicKy but is kicked in the face, as his foe rolls onto his back and drives the sole of his boot into his jaw. Again Kassidy’s head snaps back, as he falls onto the ropes and falls to the outside, landing on his neck and head. KnicKy rolls over a few times, under the bottom rope and comes to a sitting position on the apron as he catches his breath. His eyes fall down onto the steel chair which had been used on his earlier, as he comes to a standing base on the outside. He grabs the chair, and walks over to the corner of the steel structure, sliding the legs of the folded up chair into the steel, placing it so it sticks straight out from structure. A small, sick smirk grows on his face as he stumbles over to Kassidy, and hoists him to his feet.

LET’S GO KASSIDY, LET’S GO! ... Kassidy, unbeknownst to KnicKy is clutching a steel sign, hidden under the ring still. He jabs a corner into the leg of KnicKy before he raises it high above his head; bringing it down with another cracking sound across the skull of his foe. KnicKy wobbles on his feet, as blood begins to trickle down his forehead. Kassidy tosses the sign into the ring and grabs KnicKy by the arm - whipping him at steel chair. KnicKy manages to counter the irish whip, as he reverses his position, his back now to the chair, and sweeps Kassidy’s legs out from underneath him. KnicKy stands tall and proceeds to slingshot Kassidy into the steel chair, Kassidy’s neck striking the chair. Kassidy immediately coughs up some blood, as he falls to his knees.

BOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ... KnicKy lays motionless on the ground, as blood continues to cover his face, before climbing painfully to his feet. KnicKy grabs Kassidy, who’s stopped coughing and gotten to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring. Sliding into the ring after him, KnicKy stalks Kassidy, waiting for him to get to his feet. He does so, and KnicKy wraps his arms around his waist, hitting a german suplex! Kassidy is thrown across the ring, but KnicKy holds on, and begins to pull him to

his feet. Getting Kassidy to his feet, he pops his hips and hits a second german suplex, again his arms clasped around his waist. Using much more of his energy, KnicKy pulls Kassidy to his feet for a second time, and goes for a third straight german suplex. He pops his hips, but Kassidy blocks it! He throws a few quick back elbows to his foe and tries to back free, but KnicKy headbutts him from behind. The impact knocks both men a little dizzy, but KnicKy manages to pop his hips for a third and final german suplex. Almost feeding off the crowd, KnicKy climbs to his feet and looks at the prone Kassidy in the ring. He tosses the set up table to the side and makes his way up, to the top turnbuckle. Wasting no time, he dives across the ring at Kassidy for his patterned diving headbutt. At the last moment Kassidy lifts his knees into the air and drives them into the bloody face of KnicKy! Josh: -Kassidy hasn’t just countered that, he’s put himself back in this match with that counter! Awesome! KnicKy rolls about in the ring, yelling in pain and holding his face as Kassidy pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes. He looks at KnicKy and then over at the table, before he stumbles to the table and sets it back up. He drags it out in front of the turnbuckle, and turns his attention to KnicKy. He’s made it to his knees, and his spitting blood to the mat as Kassidy approaches him. Kassidy, showing no signs of fear or hesitation, grabs KnicKy and lifts him to his feet before dropping him with an Orton back breaker. KnicKy writhes about on the canvas holding his back before Kassidy grabs him and hoists him up onto the table. Kassidy drives his elbow into the face of KnicKy, for good measure, before he ascends to the top of the turnbuckles near the table. He looks out at the roaring crowd, before he launches himself into the air for his trademarked move, the Vampire’s Wings [Shooting Star Press]. He executes it flawlessly and connects, driving his body and KnicKy’s, through the wooden table to the canvas. Kassidy rolls off KnicKy, who lay in the wooden mess motionless, and holds his stomach as he coughs loudly.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ... Kerry: Look at how Kassidy landed on that Vampire’s Wings. His stomach twists a littleJosh: -Such a small twist like that can cause unbelievable pain all through your body too, Kerry.

REPLAY Kassidy flips overhead, coming down onto his opponent, and the wooden table. In slow motion, Kassidy is seen landing a little awkwardly atop of KnicKy, when the table breaks and they fall to the canvas. Moments pass before Kassidy crawls over to KnicKy’s motionless body and drapes his arm across his chest, the referee making the count “1....2.....” but no, KnicKy gets his shoulder up.

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!! Kassidy rolls over a few times onto his back, and begins the painfully climb back to his feet. He looks over at KnicKy when he comes to a sitting position and smirks. He rolls out of the ring, and makes his way over to the chair, which is

still stuck in the steel structure. He grabs it and rolls back into the ring, looking at the blood and the dint, and unfolds it. Setting it up a few feet from the ropes, he grabs KnicKy by his hair with one hand, and executes a ‘cut throat’ signal to the crowd. He drags the lifeless body of KnicKy over to the chair, and lifts him to his feet. Resting KnicKy’s head on his shoulder, Kassidy smirks as he lines up the chair, before him. Kerry: This is insult to injury Josh! Kassidy looks like he’s going to use KnicKy’s own finisher, the 47-15, against him! KnicKy springs to life as he shoves Kassidy off him, pushing him into the ropes. Kassidy runs into the ropes and stops himself, turning and getting super kicked over the top rope to the outside. KnicKy falls onto his stomach after the kick as Kassidy falls into the steel structure, and to the mats. Both men remain motionless for some time, until they both start to stir, and get to their feet. Kassidy climbs up onto the apron as KnicKy approaches him on spaghetti legs. Kassidy cuts off any momentum of KnicKy’s as he connects with a big right hand, and knocks KnicKy back several steps. Kassidy grabs the top rope and waits for KnicKy to turn around. He does so, and Kassidy jumps up onto the top rope for a springboard attack! KnicKy counters though as he turns and sprints at Kassidy; taking a step off of the set up chair he launches himself up over the top rope and spear tackles Kassidy to the outside. Both men slam into, and break through the steel structure and coming to a crashing halt atop the announcer’s table, outside the cell! The table collapses and both men sprawl out on the wreck, neither man making any sound or movement.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ... Kerry: Good god they’re right in front of us, laid out all over our announce table! Josh: This is mayhem! Both these men are dead, they have to be! Kerry: I can still see their chests moving, I can’t believe how out of hand this is getting!

REPLAY KnicKy is seen taking off from his stationary position to a full on sprint, tackling Kassidy over the top rope. The chair just manages to support his weight as he launches himself off it, and tackles Kassidy. Both men then slam into and bust open several parts of the steel structure and crashed to the outside. Slamming onto the announcer’s table on the outside, and crashing through the table to the mats. Both men land in awkward positions as they come to a motionless state. The referee continues to check on both men, as they lay their motionless atop of the wreck. KnicKy is the first to move, as he crawls desperately over to the prone body of Kassidy and drapes an arm across his chest, ‘1....2.....’.

YYYYYEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!

Kerry: Good god Kassidy kicked out! The heart of this man, is unbelievable! Kassidy gets his shoulder up, just! Much to the disbelief of KnicKy, and the fans on their feet, the match continues. KnicKy begins to stir after a few more

moments, as does Kassidy. Both men showing exhaustion, they force themselves to a standing basis.

KASSIDY! KASSIDY! KASSIDY! ... Blood covering KnicKy’s face, Kassidy’s back cut open at several places, each man has little left to give. KnicKy throws a wild left hand at Kassidy, which is ducked. Kassidy hoists KnicKy onto his shoulders for his finisher A Nightwalker’s Sunset [GTS then a flipping Rock Bottom]. KnicKy squirms his way off his shoulders and lands behind Kassidy and goes for his finisher, the Down Under DDT [Reversed DDT position, flip open over to vertical base and drop them on their head] in a swift motion. Kassidy manages to get free, reversing the move into his own finisher the Vampire’s Bite [reversed DDT into an X-factor]. He connects, and slams KnicKy down face first into the remains of the announcer’s table. Kassidy throws his body over the bloody and prone KnicKy, as the referee makes the count loud and clear ‘1.......2......’ as KnicKy lifts his shoulder from the floor. Kassidy sits up from the pin and looks at the referee as he yells in frustration. Getting to his feet, Kassidy looks out at the crowd and then down at KnicKy, who is still yet to move. He grabs him and hoists him to his feet by his hair, yelling at him a little. KnicKy snaps to life and takes a step back throwing another Super Kick at his foe, however Kassidy expects it and ducks the attack. In a swift motion, Kassidy hoists his enemy onto his shoulders for A Nightwalker’s Sunset, and connects with the Go To Sleep. Both men fall to the mats, KnicKy seemingly dead on his feet, and Kassidy expending the rest of his energy with that final move. Kassidy forces himself, dragging his arm over the chest of KnicKy, as the referee counts ‘1.....2.......3!’ Winner of the match, via pinfall: Kassidy. Kerry: Oh my god Josh! Both these men, with the most vile of intentions, have left everything in and out of that ‘hell on Earth’! Kassidy has done it thoughJosh: -Kassidy did it! He took his former friend and tag team partner, and took him to hell! Kerry: Not without suffering hell himself though! We’ve just witnessed these men put eachother through wooden tables, and even through the steel cage itself! Remarkable! Josh: No doubt Kerry! Both these men still laying motionless here before us, as EMTs come to their aid. Ladies and gentlemen it has been an astounding night here, at SummerSlammer 2009, and tonight Kassidy has ended the show by defeating KnicKy, in Hell in a Cell!