:: CWF SUB ZERO::
15th September 2002
Millennium Stadium, Cardiff

[The impressive opening montage comes to a close, and our PPV theme- Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” dies down too, revealing the packed Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, host of the CWF PPV extravaganza, Sub Zero! As the fireworks come to an end and the lights go back up, we not only see the legions of fans in attendance but also the CWF PPV set, a massive glacier overlooking the entrance area, the McMartynTron screens seemingly carved into the ice. Above the ring looms the ominous Hell In A Cell …]

MOSHER: “There you see it folks … the Hell In A Cell! Two men, one battle for the ages … welcome to CWF Sub Zero! This is Captain Mosher, along with The Greasy Mexican, and a very warm welcome to a very “ice-cold” environment!”

MEXICAN: “Oh it won’t stay cold for long Capataino … expect things to hot up! Hans Grip taking on The Huckster for the CWF Championship! Andrew McMartyn and Seb Beynon- it’s personal! And speaking off hotting up, Asya and Fallon in the first EVER All Leather Leather Strap Match! Aye Carumba!”

MOSHER: “We can’t wait, you can’t wait- so WHY wait?! Let’s get this thing started- NOW!”

CWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Clint Hill vs Dante
Referee: Gary Willis

Tuck: This match is for the CWF HARDCORE title. Introducing First, from Death Valley, weighing in at 220 pounds….. DANTE!

(Lights in the arena cut off. A few sparks flicker from the entrance way as "Something Wicked This Way Comes!" scrolls across the Big Screen. Then, a huge fireball blasts up from the ramp igniting the stage into a fiery inferno. "Before I Die " by "Mushroomhead " starts blaring over the PA system. Out from the flames walks Dante carrying a kendo stick. The crowd erupts into a chores of boos as Dante stalks down to ring-side as a single light follows him. Once he slides into the ring, the flames die, the music goes quiet and the flames flicker away.)

[“Beautiful Creatures” plays loudly over the arena's sound system as the CWF Hardcore Champion Clint Hill comes down to the ring, pushing a shopping trolley full of weapons for the match. He throws various items into the ring before stepping in himself.]

Tuck: Making his way to the ring, he is your CWF HARDCORE CHAMPION…. CLINT HILL!

(The referee calls both men to the center and starts to explain the rules. This doesn’t last long as there are very few rules in a hardcore match. The two men go back to their corners and the ref calls for the bell.)

DING, DING!

Mosher: Here we go, the first match of Sub Zero!

(Both men come out and approach one another. Clint seems to want to start of traditionally and raises his hands in an attempt to do a test of strength. Dante has other ideas and lets his kendo stick answer the call to arms. Hill staggers back, more so from surprise than actual pain.)

Mexican: Clint Hill just found out what kind of hombre Dante is!

(Hill rushes in on Dante taking him down with a spear. Hill picks up his opponent and whips him into the ropes and levels Dante with a strong clothesline. Hill picks up a lid and waits for his opponent to get up. Dante is quick to his feet and hits the mat that much quicker with a metal shot from Clint. Clint doesn’t give his opponent anytime to recover and puts Dante up and down with a bodyslam. Clint hits a leg drop and covers Dante. 1…2.Dante kicks out.)

Mosher: Way to early.

(Both men to their feet now and Hill goes for a big punch but is blocked by Dante. Clint tries again with the same result. One more time and a punch lands, not in Clint’s favor. Clint staggers back and Dante follows up with several more hard rights. Clint takes a knee and Dante stalks in on his staggered prey. Dante is stopped short by a bat to the gut and a smiling Hill.)

Mosher: Clint Hill showing some brains here.

(Hill takes the liberty of a few more shots with the bat before discarding it and picks up a chair. Clint folds it out and picks up Dante. Dante is dropped face first on the chair, much to the crowd’s and Hill’s delight. Hill takes a minute to relish in his new fanfare.)

Mosher: Clint Hill a little cocky.

Mexican: Senor Hill can’t lose, he’s invincibano!

(Dante is getting to his feet and we see a small trickle of red coming from his mouth. Dante licks his lips and relishes the taste. He picks a nearby stop sign and taps Clint on the shoulder. Clint turns around and DONG, Clint hits the canvas hard and Dante begins stomping Hill further into the mat. Dante goes upstairs to the top turnbuckle and delivers a picture perfect moonsault.)

Mosher: Dante showing some life.

Mexican: Don’t count that hombre out yet.

(Dante picks up Hill and whips in into the ropes. On the way back, Hill is meet with a dropkick, followed by an elbow drop. Dante drags Hill to the ropes and places his head between the ropes. Dante runs to the other side and attempts to sit on Hill but Hill regains some sense and moves out of the way leaving Dante a little stunned.)

Mexican: Senor Dante is gonna be singing a few octaves higher now!

(Hill staggers to his feet and attacks his adversary with deadly lefts and rights. Dante is reeling from the assault. Dante counters with a low blow and the stop sign “stops” Hill’s comeback.. Dante slides out of the ring and starts searching under the ring.)

Mosher: Nothing good is gonna come from this.

Mexican: No good for Senor Hill, but muy good for Senor Dante.

(Dante finds a table and sets it up next to the ring. He slides back into the ring just as Hill is knocking some cobwebs out of his system. They two exchange blows with Dante somehow gaining the upper hand. He whips Hill into the ropes and back drops Hill over the rope and through the table.)

Mosher: THROUGH THE TABLE!

Mexican: Des Mio.

(Dante doesn’t seem satisfied and using the ropes, performs a leg drop to the outside and on top on Hill. Dante, unfazed, grabs hold of Hill and takes him over to the ring steps. Dante smashes Hill’s face on the steps and Hill is thrown back into the ring. Dante goes for the cover, 1…2..Clint gets a shoulder up!)

Mosher: Clint Hill will not stay down!

(Dante vents his frustration by putting the boots to Hill once again. Dante picks up Hill and executes a DDT. Dante goes back to the outside and grabs a chair and goes back into the ring. Dante puts the chair to his backside and performs an Arabian facebuster. Hill pale face is now contrasted by a bright red flow coming from his nose and forehead.)

Mosher: Hill is not looking his best.

Mexican: He no match for Dante!

(Dante places his opponent sitting on the top turnbuckle. Dante gets the trash can that has been sitting in the ring begging to be used and sets it right next to the corner. Dante grabs his opponent from behind and falls back.)

Mexican: Des Mio.

Mosher: BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX ON THE TRASH CAN!

(Dante looks over his battered opponent and seems satisfied with the damage done. Dante signals and applies Purgatory in the middle on the ring.)

Mosher: Only a matter of time now.

Mexican: Hill has no where to go!

(Indeed, Hill is left violently trying to reach for the ropes but can find none in his reach. Then his hands merely drop and the ref comes over to inspect. Gary Willis raises the arm once….twice….and third time is not a charm for Hill. Gary calls for the bell.)

DING, DING, DING

TUCK: Here is your winner… AND NEW CWF HARDCORE CHAMPION….DANTE!

(Dante releases the hold and Gary hands him the belt. Dante rubs it against his face and then against the face of his fallen adversary, smearing the belt with blood. Dante hoist his new trophy into the air before leaving the ring to a chorus of negative reaction from the fan base.)

(Gavin Jones is waiting backstage, seemingly to find someone to interview. The camera pans to spot Damian Ali walking down the hallway. Gavin spots him and starts to take off but Damian halts him.)

Damian: What Gav, you ain’t happy to see me? (Damian puts his arm on his shoulder and Gavin winces.) Come on man, do your thing!

(Gavin is taken back by this sudden openness and his interviewer blood begins to boil. Gavin pops up and deeps in a deep breathe.)

Gavin: This is Gavin Jones. I’m here with Damian Ali and he wants to talk, smashing! So Mr. Ali, you face off against 3 opponents for a chance at gold. Thoughts?

Damian: Yeah Gavin, I got some damn “thoughts”. I’ve defeated each of these suckers on separate occasions and still they think they got a chance. I’m mother freaking Damian Ali for gosh sakes. I am the toughest SOB ever to step foot into the arena. Hell I beat the Blue Flash so badly that now he is seriously messed up in the head. I am walking out of this arena The Intercontinental Champion and no one is gonna stop me.

(Apparently done, Damian Ali fumes into the camera giving Gavin a chance to actually look around and notice that we are one beautiful Asian short.)

Gavin: No Felicia tonight?

(Damian Ali turns his attention to Gavin and Gavin gets pale white as he has figured out that he has asked the wrong question. But Damian just takes a deep breath and steps back.)

Damian: No, and I don’t need her. Now, I’ve got a few bodies to break.

(Damian walks off leaving Gavin happy to be alive.)

[We go backstage, where the excitable Gav Jones is standing beside CWF Chairman Clive R McMartyn, adorned his smartest suit for the Pay Per View Sub Zero. The normally confident Chairman is looking slightly apprehensive and his slightly creasing brow provides a contrast for Gav’s, almost erethral, beaming smile. Mr. Martyn tugs nervously at his collar and takes a deep breath. Gav addresses the camera, appearing the very spit of the cheshire cat – beaming ear to ear.]

GAV: “Hi troops! I’m here tonight with Mr McMartyn, the Chairman of the CWF! Mr McMartyn has some very exciting news for all our viewers regarding the McMartyn family itself. Sir, are you able to make that HUGE announcement right here, right now?”

MCMARTYN: “Gavin Jones, of course I am able to make that announcement right now, but I plan not to. Indeed there is a member of the McMartyn family that the whole world was not aware of; and only I know the true identity of this person. However, right now is not the time to make such an announcement. All will be revealed in due course, and mark my words- we will ALL find out exactly who our mystery McMartyn is before the night is at an end- you can take that to the bank!”

[Gav Jones looks on in anticipation as Mr McMartyn swaggers off, wondering exactly when the big secret will be revealed…]

[CWF Superstar Seb ‘The Boy’ Beynon is in his locker room, lacing up his bright red wrestling boots when there is a soft knock at the door. Seb turns his head towards the door and shouts out an answer.]

SEB: “Yeah, come in!”

[The door creaks open and Ruth Bowen walks into the ring, dressed in an attractive top and trousers outfit for the PPV event. Seb and Ruth greet one another with a warm smile as she closes the door behind her, then pats him gently on the back in encouragement.]

RUTH: “So then Seb, are we all ready for tonight?”

SEB: “You bet! We may have come up unlucky in that big eight man tag match at Redemption last Thursday, but I showed Andrew McMartyn I haven’t missed a beat when it comes to in-ring goings on. Tonight, I’m going to put an end to this once and for all- at the end of Sub Zero tonight, all is going to be right in the world!”

[Very thoughtfully, Ruth nods her head.]

RUTH: “… Yes, everything WILL be right in the world. I’ve got every faith things are going to go our way Seb; it’s time to really change the face of the McMartyn family … and we’re going to do that, right here tonight! Good luck love, I’ll see you outside in a bit!”

[With a little wave, Ruth exits the room to await Seb outside. Returning to lacing his boots, Seb nods his head with a hard determination.]

SEB: “Oh yeah! Tonight it’s gonna get good…”

[In his somewhat desolate locker room, Dan Jones is taping up his wrists in preparation for his Hell In A Cell bout. A knock on the door disturbs his concentration, and Lone Wolf slowly shifts his gaze to look at the entrance to the room. Andrew McMartyn steps through the doorway, and Dan raises an eyebrow in surprise. The two men have barely exchanged words since Dan turned on Andrew months back to join forces with Vice President Acid, save for their brief alliance to ensnare Phil Leach and Seb Beynon a week or so earlier. There is an uncomfortable silence momentarily, as the two erstwhile allies look at one another across the room. Andrew is the first to speak, a little hesitation in his voice.]

ANDREW: “Er … ahem … I just thought I would wish you luck … for your match.”

[Dan Jones shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and flicks his ponytail back somewhat nervously.]

DAN: “Er … thanks, I think.”

[Andrew relaxes a little, and moves across the room towards Dan. The CWF Co-Owner takes his seat next to the Lone Wolf.]

ANDREW: “You know Dan … the CWF has always been like a big family, and that especially applies to we who have been here a long time. And families … they have to stick together, you know?”

DAN: “I am aware of this. This company has always functioned as a competent unit in my eyes. And after all, I’m hardly a lot like MY family, am I? All this Huckstermania nonsense … I loathe it.”

ANDREW: “Well Dan, sometimes, as we learn new things, we discover we’re not like those we grew up amongst at all… we discover that sometimes, there are others more like us. And the bond is stronger than originally thought… if you get my drift…”

[Dan nods, a little pensively.]

DAN: “… Yes. Hhm, well seeing as that debacle with Acid is now in the past, and Phil and THE RAGE are the only things that matter now … I suggest we be fr -ahem- we call a truce.”

[Andrew nods, smiling. He extends a hand to his long-time associate.]

ANDREW: “A truce? Yes, I couldn’t agree more…”

[Faint jeering can be heard from inside the arena as the duo shakes hands, signalling perhaps a return to the alliance of old. Andrew stands up and begins to leave, but stops and turns before doing so.]

ANDREW: “Dan, just remember, do it for the family, eh?”

[Andrew McMartyn exits the room, leaving a contemplative Dan to consider the exchange.]

CWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Kyle Reece vs Stone Cold Andy Morgan vs Damian Ali vs Blue Flash
Referee: Dennis Morgan

MOSHER: "Now, just moments to go before the start of our four man IC title match!"

MEXICAN: "Yeah, essa, and you know..."

[Suddenly, "No Chance" hits. This is instantly recognised as the music of the senior CWF owner, and father of well known CWF superstar, Andrew McMartyn. It can be none other than Clive McMartyn. He struts from beneath the McMartyntron. This time, however, rather than looking down his nose at the fans surrounding him, he seems caught up in his own thoughts, as though some great weight is on his shoulders. He makes a beeline for the ring, climbing up the ring steps and getting straight in. He commandeers a microphone and addresses the masses.]

CLIVE: "Now, in case you haven't guessed, and I'm sure most of you haven't, I, Clive McMartyn, have honoured you with my presence tonight, so that I can bestow upon you the knowledge that I have only recently acquired. This is something that, if kept under wraps, could undermine my federation and tear it apart from within. On that note, I shall get right to the point. I am going to reveal the identity of the SECOND McMartyn child, and sibling of my own son, Andrew J McMartyn!"

[The very mention of such an enormous revelation is enough to send the crowd into a frenzied chattering. They soon quiet down, however, eager to hear Clive continue.]

CLIVE: "This has been a severe shock to myself, so much so that I have only recently come to terms with it enough to be able to share it like this."

MEXICAN: "The suspense is killing me, gringo!"

MOSHER: "Ssshh! Let's hear him out!"

CLIVE: "There is no flashy way for me to announce this, so I'll be blunt. The second McMartyn child is...."

[SMASH! "Shaft" begins to filter across the PA. CWF icon, Stone Cold Andy Morgan comes striding out onto the ramp. He stares intensely at Clive as he makes his way swiftly to the ring. McMartyn Snr withers, slightly, under Andy's potent gaze. Stone Cold climbs right into the ring and goes to stand face to face with Clive.]

MEXICAN: "What's this about, gringo?! Why is Andy out here, causing chaos!"

[The music dies away and is replaced by an enthusiastic "STONE COLD!" chant. Andy just stands a few feet away from Clive, keeping his gaze fixed on the CWF President. Clive is very unnerved, but tries to go on.]

CLIVE: "As I was saying before this interruption, the missing McMartyn is..."

[Suddenly, Andy tenses and feints at Clive. Clive, fearfully, backs away. Andy just keeps watching him, making no more moves. Clive, now filled with adrenaline, quivers visibly, but tries to continue.]

MEXICAN: "Andy is out here toying with Clive! Why is he persecuting Mr McMartyn!"

CLIVE: "I, er, um, I was trying to s-say that the las-st McMartyn family member is-s..."

[Once more Andy interrupts. He quickly aims a kick at Clive's stomach. Clive, fearing the inevitable "Stunner", tenses himself. Andy's foot fails to connect, as the kick was aimed short. Clive staggers back a few steps, leaning on the ropes, breathing frantically. He looks up at Andy like a rabbit looking at car headlights. Andy just grins cheerfully at him. Clive lifts him mic to speak, but Andy snatches it away. He then lifts it to his own lips.]

STONE COLD: "Hey, cat, you know you're holdin' up the match?! We could have started, and finished, by now if you didn't spend so long chattering! I is got a belt to win, and you is keeping me away from it, AGAIN! Funny how history repeats, huh? Now, why don't you just spew whatever crap you gotta say so we can get this damn match started!"

[Andy offers the mic to Clive. Warily, McMartyn Snr reaches out to take it. Just before his hand closes around it, Andy yanks the mic away. Clive looks annoyed, frustrated by Andy's childish antics in the face of such an important announcement. He draws himself to his full height, steps forward and reaches for the mic. He pulls the mic under his chin, glaring into Andy's eyes. Before Clive can speak, Andy pulls the mic away. He frowns at Clive, then, in a fluid motion, delivers a boot to the stomach, followed by the devastating "STUNNER"! Clive topples like a falling tree.]

MEXICAN: “OH MY GOD! SENOR MCMARTYN!!!”

[With that, Andy rolls Clive's prone body under the ropes with his foot, then turns to Mr Tuck and urges him to start announcing the match.]

MOSHER: "Well, I guess Clive's announcement will have to wait until Andy isn't around!"

MEXICAN: "I can't believe he'd do such a thing to senor McMartyn! I want to know who the other McMartyn is, gringo!"

TUCK: "This is a Fatal Fourway Match, for the Intercontinental Championship! First, weighing 256 lbs, from Philadelphia...DAMIAN ALI!"

[A piercing scream fills the air and "Seek And Destroy" follows shortly. Damian Ali saunters out onto the ramp, looking deeply sinister in the blood red glow. The crowd immediately start giving him some heat, but he shrugs it off. He carries on towards the ring.]

TUCK: "Next, weighing 210 lbs, from Atlanta...THE BLUE FLASH!"

[The sound of "Flash" echoes through the building. Half the crowd leap to their feet, screaming rauciously, the others boo vehemently, still unsure of whether Flash is truly good or evil. Blue Flash himself strides out onto the ramp. He pauses to stand with his hands on his hips, trying to appear heroic.

MOSHER: "We've seen a lot of, umm, 'erratic' behaviour from The Flash recently..."

MEXICAN: "Yeah, ever since he got creamed by Damian Ali at Shindig-Slam!"

TUCK: "Finally, weighing 215 lbs, from New York, he is the CWF Intercontinental Champion...KYLE REECE!"

[“" starts up. The fans let off a great pop, and the Champion strolls out and down the ramp, offering his blessings to the fans around him.]

MOSHER: "Kyle Reece, too, recently changed his, uh, 'religion' prior to winning the IC title!"

[All four men congregate in the middle of the ring, seperated only by one referee in the middle. The bell is rung, and match is allowed to start. The four stars immediately pair off. Andy starts taking it to Damian Ali with a flurry of punches, and Kyle Reece knocks Blue Flash against the ropes with some hard blows. Almost in tandem, Morgan and Reece send their respective foes tumbling out of the ring. They both turn to face one another, warily.]

MOSHER: "Kyle Reece and Andy Morgan just cleaned house!"

[The two men circle one another, then tie up. Kyle Reece locks in a side headlock, but Andy shoves him to the ropes. Reece ducks a clothesline, then takes Andy to the mat with a Cross Body Block. He pulls Andy back up, but Ali gets back in the ring. He floors Reece with a forearm to the head, then hits a Suplex on the dazed Andy. As Ali is doing this, Blue Flash is busy climbing up a near ringpost. As Ali leaps back to his feet, Flash jumps into the air, then nails Damian Ali with a Missile Dropkick. Kyle Reece clambers to his feet, only for Blue Flash to lob him between the ropes.]

MOSHER: "Blue Flash looks to be taking control!"

[Flash turns round to meet a superkick from Damian Ali. Ali drags him up and prepares for a Suplex. Andy joins him, and, together, they drill Blue Flash into the canvas. Both men get up together. They turn to one another, smile, then both attack at once. Andy ducks Ali's blow, then drops him with a Jawbreaker. He covers:

One.

Tw- Kickout! Ali escapes.]

MEXICAN: "Damian Ali is one tough amigo! Andy will have to try harder!"

[Kyle Reece slides back into the ring and charges Andy. Stone Cold merely sidesteps him, then directs him over the ropes. Reece collapses back to the concrete. However, this has provided enough distraction for Blue Flash to attack Andy. He pulls of an awesome Hurracanrana, sending Andy flying across the ring. Damian Ali staggers to his feet just in time to walk into Powerslam from Flash. Blue Flash jogs to the corner, leaps onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off. He connects with a huge Super Legdrop, causing Damian Ali to shudder violently. Blue Flash covers him:

One.

Two.

No! Andy breaks the count! He drags Flash to his feet and whips him into the corner. Andy runs after him, hitting a blistering clothesline that leaves Flash slumped in the corner. Suddenly, Kyle Reece climbs onto the apron right next to Andy. Andy looks at him, then, in a clean, businesslike manner, knocks him back to the floor. He gives Blue Flash the traditional "one finger salute", then stomps a Mudhole into him.]

MOSHER: "Andy seems to have established control of the match! He could win this if he keeps it up!"

[Andy head back to Damian Ali and pulls him up. He whips, but Ali reverses. Andy counters, taking Ali down with a Lou Thez Press. Andy gets up again, and spies Blue Flash clambering to his feet. Flash stumbles towards Andy dazedly. Stone Cold grins, manically.]

MOSHER: "Oh no! Blue Flash just walked right into a Stone Cold Stunner!"

MEXICAN: "Aye carumba! He was waffled!"

[Flash crashes stiffly to the mat. Andy covers him:

One.

Two.

NO! Kyle Reece breaks it up!]

MOSHER: "That was a close one!"

[Reece pulls Andy roughly to his feet, hoists him up over his head, then hits a devastating Military Press!]

MEXICAN: "Senor Morgan was just crowned by that Military Press!"

[Before Kyle Reece can cover, Damian Ali attacks from behind and nails a killer Reverse DDT. Before he can cover, Blue Flash is back on his feet. He hurls Damian out of the ring, then runs to the corner. He grabs his cape and straps it on. This simple action gains a massive pop. Flash eyes up the two fallen men. He looks at Reece and then at Stone Cold. Flash makes his decision, then dives into the air.]

MOSHER: "Blue Flash is taking off!"

[SMASH! Kyle Reece is crushed by a brutal Flash Splash. His work not done, Flash staggers tiredly back up and stumbles back to the corner.]

MOSHER: "He's just taken out Kyle Reece, now he's gonna do the same to Andy!"

[Flash jumps up the top of the ringpost and once again leaps into the air. As Flash comes hurtling down, Andy, at the last possible second, raises his knees in defense. Flash smashes into Andy's legs, taking the full force of the move himself.]

MEXICAN: "Disaster! Andy blocked Flash's finisher!"

MOSHER: “Who’s this?”

[Coming down the ramp is none other than Felicia! Video camera in hand, the proprietor of the Theatre Of Pain heads down to ringside and proceeds to film the goings on inside the ring! Meanwhile, Andy pulls himself groggily to his feet. He hoists up Blue Flash and delivers a single Stunner.]

MOSHER: "Flash is out of it!"

[Andy pulls Flash up only to lob him out of the ring. He raises up Kyle Reece and delivers another, tooth breaking, Stunner. Andy covers Kyle Reece:

One.

Two.

Th- NO! Broken by Damian Ali!]

MEXICAN: "Senor Andy forgot about Ali!"

[Damian pulls Andy to his feet, and hits The Line Of Fire. Not taking any chances, he throws Stone Cold over the ropes. Unfortunately, Stone Cold collides with the newly upright Blue Flash. The men collapse in a heap. They both scramble upright together and start shouting at one another. Andy nails Flash with a hard punch, but Flash battles back. He and Andy trade blows. Andy gains the advantage by blocking one blow. He whips Flash against the security railing, hard. Flash collides at high speed, flipping right over, into the crowd. Andy, now extremely pissed off, forgets about the match and stamps after Flash. Ali has been watching this amusedly. He turns back to Kyle Reece and gets caught off guard. Reece is on his feet again. He stuns Ali with a forearm to the face, then, with the last of his strength lifts him up into the Military Press.]

MOSHER: "Kyle Reece is gonna hit his finisher on Ali!"

[NO! Ali manages to escape! He lands behind Reece and spins him round.]

MEXICAN: "LINE OF FIRE! Reece ain't gonna kick out again!"

[Andy and Blue Flash are busily scrapping through the fans, heading backstage, away from the ring. Both seem to have forgotten there is a match taking place. Ali gazes exhaustedly at them, then turn back to Reece.]

MEXICAN: "Hahaha! Senor Reece has just taken three finishers! Damian Ali has this won!"

[Ali tiredly drops down to cover:

One.

Two.

Three! "Seek And Destroy" fills the air once again. The other competitors look round in confusion and anger as Damian Ali is presented with the prestigious Intercontinental Championship.]

TUCK: “The winner of this match … and NEW Intercontinental Champion … DAMIAN ALI!”

[The air is tense as Felicia steps into the ring and stands before Damian, an expressionless look on her face. Slowly, she takes a step forward … and raises Damian’s hand in victory!]

MOSHER: “Looks like all is forgiven, there!”

MEXICAN: “It must be Senor Ali’s lucky night!!”

[Backstage, Emma is standing next to Andrew McMartyn. The wobbly blonde interviewer is hopping around with excitement, which seems to cause the junior McMartyn considerable displeasure.]

EMMA: “I’m here with Andrew McMartyn and oooh, isn’t this exciting?! IN just a couple of moments you’re going to have a lovely match with Seb Beynon! Fun!”

[Andrew snorts arrogantly at this flowery view of the upcoming match.]

ANDREW: “Fun? Pah! This won’t be a match, you idiot, try the other “M” word … Massacre. Ever since little Seb made his oh-so-glorious return to the CWF, he’s been nothing but a royal pain in the ass for me! Putting me through the announce table last Thursday night MOST certainly didn’t do him any favours, either! Like it or not, I don’t care frankly … tonight, I’m dealing with Seb for good. The Planet Endor, the Shire, Munchkin land, Oompah Loompah land … I don’t give a rat’s ass where the hell that ingrate comes from- tonight I’m sending him back there with a one-way ticket, courtesy of the McMartyn Express- WOOO!”

[Andrew McMartyn shoves his way past Emma and marches to the ring, now nicely hyped up for his upcoming battle against Seb Beynon. A vacant smile on her face, Emma calls after him.]

EMMA: “Be careful! And if you need a hug, you know where I am!!!”

TUCK: "This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing 220 lbs, from Newport...ANDREW MCMARTYN!"

[The sound of "Control" fills the arena, meeting with intense booing of the fans. Andrew McMartyn and Natasha casually wander out onto the ramp. The cocky pair meander down the ramp and enter the ring.]

MOSHER: "This is Seb's first return match in the CWF! It's gonna be quite a mountain to climb, taking on Andrew McMartyn!"

TUCK: "His opponent, weighing 211 lbs, from Llangwm...SEB 'THE BOY' BEYNON!"

[Blur's "Song 2" blasts over the PA. The crowd leaps to its feet when Seb comes running out onto the ramp. Ruth Bowen follows several steps behind, and takes up position in Seb’s corner as the CWF hero leaps through the ropes into the ring.]

[The two old foes lock up. Andrew uses his superior strength to apply an armwringer, but Seb uses his speed to twist free. He hits a quick Mongolian chop to Andrew, then a front dropkick. Andrew reels against the ropes.]

MOSHER: "Wow! Seb really seems to have the advantage!"

[Andrew is whipped across the ring, but nails Seb with a stiff clothesline. He pulls his small foe up quickly, then floors him with a Dragon Screw. Andrew bounces energetically to his feet and starts laying into Seb with some hard stomps. Seb scrambles over to the ropes, escaping Andrew's vicious attacks.]

MEXICAN: "What was that about Seb having the advantage?!"

MOSHER: "Well, Andrew seems to have managed a quick turnaround!"

[Seb pulls himself upright with help from the ropes, only to be whipped into the corner. He staggers back towards Andrew, meeting a Belly to Belly Suplex head on. Seb arches his back and cries out in pain.]

MOSHER: "Seb looks to have hurt his back by that last move!"

[Andrew spies the damage he has done and an evil smile crosses his face. He pulls Seb back up again and quickly pulls off a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker. Seb yells out again. Outside the ring, Ruth looks deeply concerned for her friend. Andrew pulls Seb to his feet and looks for a Suplex. Seb, however, counters. He wriggles free, landing upright behind Andrew. He spins the young McMartyn around, then clotheslines him down.]

MOSHER: "Still a lot of fight left in young Beynon!"

MEXICAN: "Oh no! Andrew! Fight back!"

[Seb pulls Andrew to his feet and attempts a whip. Andrew reverses it, but Seb leapfrogs him. Andrew turns around just in time to meet a Neckbreaker Drop. Seb nails an elbow drop, then locks on an armbar. Andrew squirms in pain, but he reaches out and gets the ropes.]

MOSHER: "This is a pretty close match! Neither of them seems to hold the advantage for long!"

[Seb pulls Andrew up, then runs to the corner, jumps up onto the ringpost, then pulls off a Head Scissor Takedown.]

MEXICAN: "Woo! Pretty big impact on that one!"

[Seb start pulling Andrew to his feet, but the crafty young McMartyn hits a low blow, then an eye rake. Seb stumbles back. Andrew moves in and hits a Snapmare. Seb staggers back up, still rubbing at his eyes, only to walk into a Northern Lights Suplex. Seb crashes down onto his injured back. Andrew smiles with glee. He stamps on Seb's face, twisting his foot savagely.]

MOSHER: "What an underhanded tactic! A devious low blow by Andrew McMartyn!"

[He rolls Seb over with his foot, then stands on the small of his back. Seb gapes silently in agony. The referee shouts at Andrew, forcing him to get off Seb. The damage has already been done. Andrew pulls Seb upright and whips him into the corner. Seb staggers off the turnbuckle, clutching his back. Andrew lifts up Seb, ready for a Sidewalk Slam, but Seb counters. With a burst of effort, he hits another Head Scissor Takedown. Both men collapse on the canvas.]

MEXICAN: "That idiot! Senor Beynon just hurt himself more than he hurt Andrew!"

[The referee starts a count. One. Two. Three. Natasha and Ruth bang on the canvas, urging the two men to get to their feet. Five. Six. Andrew stirs! He pulls himself to his knees using the ropes. Seb also stirs. He rolls over onto his front, panting quickly. Andrew, red faced and shaken, staggers unstably towards Seb. He pulls the young high-flyer to his feet, then whips him into the corner. Seb screams as his back rams into the turnbuckles. Andrew closes in once more.]

MOSHER: "Seb can't have much left! He's taken a real beating from Andrew!"

MEXICAN: "Senor Beynon has been out of action for too long! He can't think he can go toe to toe with a great man like Andrew McMartyn! I thought he was meant to be a high flyer! He's hardly even left the mat!"

[Andrew seats Seb atop the ringpost, then clambers up the ropes himself. He hooks Seb's arm round his head and wraps his arms around Seb's waist.]

MOSHER: "What's this?! Andrew is trying a Northern Lights Suplex off the top rope!"

[Andrew grits his teeth and tries to lift Seb. NO! Seb holds on to the ropes. Andrew can't lift him! Seb clubs Andrew on the back, breaking the waistlock, then, keeping a grip on Andrew's head, leaps off and spins in the air.]

MEXICAN: "No way! This is crazy!"

MOSHER: "What an incredible Tornado DDT by Seb Beynon!"

[Seb's desperate counter move, once again, seems to have injured him as badly as it did Andrew. Both men lie flat on their backs, panting like dogs. Slowly, Seb rolls over. He winces, clawing at his back with one hand, and pulls himself towards Andrew's prone form with the other. He drapes his free arm across the chest:

One.

Two

TH- NO! Andrew kicks out!]

MOSHER: "AMAZING! Andrew McMartyn kicked out! I don't know how he found the energy!"

[Ever so slowly, both men rise to their feet, both in a zombie like state of exhaustion. Cheered on by their respective valets, both of them stumble towards one another. Andrew throws a stiff jab. Seb takes a step back, but comes back with a big haymaker. Andrew reels, but replies with an overhand punch. He quickly whips Seb. Reversed! Seb sends Andrew to the ropes, but can't follow up! Seb falls to his knees, holding his back in pain. Andrew comes off the ropes at high speed, blasting Seb with a knee in the face.]

MEXICAN: "Whoohoohoo! What a wicked blow!"

[Andrew hoists Seb to his feet, whips him, then plants him with a Spinebuster. Seb convulses violently on the mat. Andrew cockily kicks his limp arm. He stands over Seb's head, swinging his arms loosely. Andrew strips off his right elbow pad and lobs it into the crowd. He swings his arms again, more energetically, then runs to the side, he comes off the ropes.]

MOSHER: "Here comes Andrew's trademark move!"

MEXICAN: "The Coporate Elbow!"

[Andrew comes off the opposite rope, runs at Seb, and stops dead a few inches away, then lands a punishing elbow right into Seb's stomach. On the outside, Natasha claps her approval, Ruth looks horrified. Andrew takes a moment to leer in her direction, before he covers Seb:

One.

Two.

THR- NO! Seb gets the shoulder up!]

MOSHER: "UNBELIEVABLE! SEB KICKS OUT!"

[Andrew is literally thrown off his foe. With an amazing burst of energy, Seb flips up onto his feet. Andrew looks aghast. He backs away as the fiery eyed pygmy closes in. Andrew flails wildly, trying to keep Seb at bay, but it is no use. Seb stuns him with a haymaker, then whips him across the ring. He floors McMartyn with a Back Body Drop. Andrew crashes down hard. Seb sinks to one knee, his face contorted in agony, but forces himself back up, pushing past the pain barrier.]

MEXICAN: "WHAT'S HAPPENING AMIGO?! WHAT'S HAPPENED TO SENOR BEYNON?!"

[Seb roughly pulls Andrew to his feet, makes as if to whip him, but keeps hold, pulling Andrew right back into a grapple and hits the WOODCUTTER!]

MOSHER: "WOODCUTTER! WOODCUTTER! That devastating Chickenwing-Jawbreaker just used to incapacitate Andrew McMartyn!"

[Urged on by the screaming crowd, and Ruth's joyful shouts, Seb bounds up to the top turnbuckle. He wobbles, clutching his back again, but ignores it. He stands up atop the ringpost, surveying the whole ring. He locks his gaze onto Andrew's unmoving form, takes a deep breath, then goes for broke.]

MEXICAN: "SEB-"

MOSHER: "-TON-"

MEXICAN: "-BOMB!"

[Seb collides with a force like a shooting star. Both men bounce several inches into the air, then lie still.]

MOSHER: "MY GOD! WITH THE LAST OF HIS ENERGY, SEB HAS JUST TAKEN OUT ANDREW AT THE COST OF HIS OWN BODY!"

[The force of the move was too much for Seb's injured back, leaving him paralysed. Neither man is moving. Ruth bangs on the apron, shouting ineffectually. Natasha, however, takes more extreme action, grabbing a steel chair from the time-keeper’s table as Sid Jefferies checks on both men in the ring. Amazingly, he finds Andrew is still conscious. He moves to check on Seb. Natasha quickly moves round the side of the ring, sliding the steel chair in just a few feet from Andrew's grasp.]

MOSHER: "What's she up to?! Natasha just gave Andrew an offensive weapon!"

[The referee finds, much to his surprise, that Seb is also still conscious, though in great pain. He starts to drag himself up the ropes. Andrew manages to force himself up to his knees. He has not yet spied the chair. Natasha then climbs up onto the apron. She catches the referee's attention, keeping him from looking at the match. Andrew grabs the chair! He rises to his feet and spins angrily on Seb. He raises to weapon and swings at Seb's head.]

MOSHER: "Andrew McMartyn is trying to crown Seb with that chair!"

[Seb ducks! He turns on Andrew and boots him in the gut. Seb grabs Andrew's arm and traps him in place for another WOODCUTTER. No! Andrew rakes the eyes! Seb stumbles away. As Seb and Andrew battle back and forth, Ruth hops up on the ring apron and nails Natasha, sending the corporate valet crumpling to the side of the ring. As referee Sid Jefferies vainly attempts to bring the fallen valet to her senses, Ruth steps through the ropes herself. She picks up the chair and turns to face the two struggling men. As they both pause to catch their breath, Ruth takes her chance.]

MEXICAN: “What the hell is she doing?!”

[Ruth moves towards Andrew, swinging the chair in a wide arc. Andrew spins round, just in time, and duck- but Seb is not so quick to react. His eyes widen briefly, right before the chair is placed between them! Ruth looks shocked at what she has just done. She looks at the chair in her hands, then at Seb's prone form. Ruth quickly rolls to the outside, a truly mortified look on her face, and can only stare in horror as Andrew McMartyn hoists Seb to his feet, traps the head between his legs and delivers his feared FINAL SOLUTION!]

MOSHER: "THERE IT IS! THE FINAL SOLUTION! THIS ONE IS OVER!"

[Andrew covers Seb, as the referee turns round, sees the pin, and starts to count:

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!]

MOSHER: "ANDREW MCMARTYN HAS WON!"

MEXICAN: "I never had any doubt!"

["Control" blasts over the PA. Andrew staggers triumphantly to his feet, arms raised and a manic smile on his face. Halfway up the ramp, Ruth watches as Andrew celebrates jubilantly in the ring. She closes her eyes in distress at what has gone down, before turning around and hurrying quickly up the aisle and into the back. In the ring, Andrew McMartyn continues to celebrate as the scene fades out from the arena…]

[As the dramatic video montage showcasing the long and heated rivalry between the competitors ends, we cut to the arena where the immense Hell In A Cell structure is being lowered from the rafters down around the ring. The ominous cage meets the arena floor with a loud metallic clang, the noise cutting the tense air like a knife. The opening bell sounds and the lights do down in the arena, accompanied by the opening chords of “I Stand Alone” echoing into the building.]

MOSHER: “Here we go, Mexican!”

MEXICAN: “Areba! This is where all the talking finally comes to an end, essa! Dan Jones and Phil Leach are going to settle those long-standing differences once and for all- inside that Hell In A Cell no less! Aye Carumba!”

[Even the booing has a little awe in it as Dan Jones slowly marches towards the ring, never casting a glance away from the looming cell ahead. With a dramatic flourish of his coat, Dan swings open the doors of the Hell In A Cell and steps inside, an expressionless look upon his face.]

TUCK: “The following match is the FINAL ROUND in the Best Of Five Speciality Tournament, and is the HELL IN A CELL match! Introducing the competitors, first, from Bristol England, weighing in at 231 lbs, DAN JONES!”

[The CWF’s own Lone Wolf solemnly climbs inside the ring and pulls off his long leather coat, revealing his trademark black wrestling ensemble beneath. Dan Jones removes his dark glasses and flings them aside as his music dies down to silence. A massive roar threatens to bring down the roof as “It’s My Life” blasts across the PA.]

MOSHER: “Here he is- the most charismatic and popular superstar in the CWF …”

TUCK: “AND his opponent … from Llanbadoc Docks Usk, weighing in at 237 lbs … PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!!”

[The fans go wild as a determined Phil Leach struts his stuff down to the ring, dressed in a blinding white suit with purple shirt beneath, large white Pimp hat with purple feather, and his favourite Pimp cane in his hand. Dan Jones watches from the ring with disgust as Phil nears the battleground, crossing himself before stepping through the doors of the cell and climbing into the squared circle. Referee Phil James stands well between the two hated enemies as Phil disrobes of his entrance attire, while “It’s My Life” slowly fades away. The entire crowd buzzes with anticipation as the ring bell sounds and Dan Jones and Phil Leach face off against one another across the ring. It’s time to decide who is The Strongest!]

MEXICAN: “Holy guatamole! Listen to this crowd essa, it is on fire!”

MOSHER: “For sure, we’re set to see something quite special here tonight!”

[Aware of the hype surrounding their climatic battle, Phil Leach and Dan Jones stand toe-to-toe in the centre of the ring, each man staring down the other with a cold look on his face. An evil smirk appearing around the corners of his mouth, Dan says something to Phil, prodding him in the chest as he does. Phil takes exception to this, and proceeds to prod Dan in the chest back. Dan smiles even more nastily, and looks around, then shoves Phil back a couple of steps! Angrily Phil’s eyes blaze, and he shoves his opponent right back! The two enemies fly at one another and crash to the mat as each tries to pummel the other one down straight away!]

MEXICAN: “Look at this Capataino! These two are rolling round that mat like animals!”

[Dan mounts Phil and begins smashing away with hard fists right to the face, but The Gentleman Pimp flips him over and climbs on top of the Lone Wolf instead. Now Phil takes him turn to beat down Dan, who escapes by flipping ‘The Man’ over his head. Both opponents leap to their feet and Dan charges Phil, who ducks and unloads on his foe with a string of hard knife-edge chops to the chest. A whip to the ropes by Phil sees Dan duck a clothesline attempt, only to have his body tackle avoided as Phil leapfrogs over the attack. The Gentleman Pimp quickly spins around as Dan bounces off the ropes yet again, and floors Phil with a big Jumping Clothesline!]

MEXICAN: “Wow! Dan Jones really flew there!”

MOSHER: “And The Gentleman Pimp flew straight down to the mat!”

[Dan Jones drags Phil to his feet and smashes away to drive him into one of the ring corners. Lone Wolf chokes his foe with a boot, then whips him hard across the ring. Dan squashes Phil into the opposite corner with a Clothesline come Body Splash, then whips him back across the ring to the first corner. Dan charges again but this time Phil moves out of the way, leaving his opponent to crash into the turnbuckle. Dan staggers forward- right into a big Pimp-Plex! Phil covers, but can only get a count of one in these early stages.]

MEXICAN: “Surely El Callabero Pimpo didn’t think he could finish Dan Jones off there?!”

MOSHER: “I think Phil sees it as in his interest to finish this match as quickly as possible … we all know Dan has lured him into this Hell In A Cell with one thing in mind- to unleash THE RAGE!”

[Phil drags Dan up and looks for a Full Nelson Slam, but Dan elbows out of the hold and escapes to the outside. Lone Wolf leans against the ring apron on the outside, seemingly attempting to catch his breath, while Phil Leach rolls to the outside to pursue his foe. The Gentleman Pimp charges, but Dan has been playing possum! Lone Wolf catches Phil’s attack and grabs him, then hurls him face first into the wall of the Hell In A Cell! The crowd gasps as Phil bounces off the metal, slowly staggering back up to his feet. As Phil stands up Dan Jones runs at him from behind, and delivers a Bulldog that drives Phil’s face right into the steel ring steps!]

MOSHER: “What a Bulldog onto those ring steps! Dan Jones could have knocked Phil’s entire set of teeth out there!”

[As Phil tries to stand up, his rival searches beneath the ring apron for something below the ring. Phil staggers up and leans against the Cell for support, but Dan Jones has pulled out a steel chair! Phil’s left arm is exposed as he lolls against the steel and Dan swings the weapon powerfully, crushing Phil’s arm between the chair and the wall of the Cell! The Gentleman Pimp screams in agony and drops to the ground, his left arm almost certainly broken from the vicious and deadly chair shot against the steel. As Phil Leach sprawls on the floor in pain, Dan silences him with a stiff chair shot to the head. With his victim now lying still on the ground, Dan walks over and hoists up the ring steps, then smashes them down across Phil’s left leg! The popular superstar screams in further pain, but Dan coldly ignores his agony, lying the ring steps across the wounded limb before proceeding to smash down onto them with the steel chair!]

MOSHER: “Good God! Dan Jones is attempting to DESTROY Phil Leach’s leg here!”

MEXICAN: “And he’s succeeding! Two limbs down, two to go!”

[Dan Jones takes a moment to rest from his exertion, before slowly hoisting the ring steps back up in his arms. Meanwhile however, Phil has got hold of the steel chair used to mangle his arm, and staggers to his feet holding the weapon. Dan charges at Phil with the steel ring steps, but the Gentleman Pimp swings the steel chair straight into them, knocking Dan to the ground and sending the heavy metal stairs clattering down on top of him! Somewhat angry, but cradling his battered arm to his body, Phil yanks the ring steps off Dan and pulls him to his feet, then rolls him into the ring. Phil gets into the ring too, and grabs his Pimp cane off the mat where he placed it. Phil swings at the recovering Dan Jones with his weapon, but Lone Wolf side-steps the attack. Dan tries to grab the cane from his opponent, but Phil plants a Swede to break his grip. Another swing with the cane aims for the knees, but Dan hops up into the air and dodges it. The Lone Wolf now lunges towards his hated foe but Phil avoids the attack, and brings the Pimp cane crashing down on Dan, smashing it in two over his skull! Phil drops down for the cover- 1 … 2 … Kickout!]

MEXICAN: “Wow! That was close!”

[Dan Jones staggers to his feet and is promptly trapped in another Full Nelson by Phil. The Gentleman Pimp looks to land one of his favourite moves but Dan detaches something from his belt- his nun-chuks! The Lone Wolf swings the weapons back and wraps them around Phil’s throat, choking ‘The Man’ and forcing him to release his hold. Still with his weapons wrapped around the windpipe of his opponent, Dan Snapmares Phil across the ring once, twice, three times. Phil sprawls in pain on the mat clutching at his neck, while Dan stands over him callously watching, before proceeding to use the nun-chuks to beat down Phil further. Quickly rolling to the outside of the ring, Dan goes underneath the apron again, this time pulling out a table! A pop goes up; more for the table than for Dan; as the Lone Wolf sets up the apparatus on the outside of the ring. He rolls into the ring to drag Phil to his feet, but the Gentleman Pimp explodes back with a flurry of chops, then hits a big Powerslam to Dan.]

MOSHER: “Phil Leach, exploding back into action there!”

[Phil stamps Dan down then heads for one of the corners, ascending the turnbuckles up to the top rope. Phil Leach signals for his Flying Iron Swede to a roar from the crowd, but Dan staggers to his feet hastily and nails his foe with a jumping leg sweep, knocking Phil off balance and crotching him atop the ropes! Dan climbs up to the top turnbuckle too, and hooks Phil’s arm around his neck, one eye on the wooden table on the arena floor below!]

MEXICAN: “You know what’s coming now, Capataino! Dan is going to do a repeat of that table match a couple of weeks back- excellente!”

[Dan hoists Phil up for a HUGE Superplex to the outside, but Phil blocks! The Gentleman Pimp hoists Dan onto his shoulders and delivers a PIMP DROP from the top rope to the mat! The fans burst into wild cheering, and a loud chant of “Holy Sh*t” goes up in the arena as both men lie unmoving in the centre of the ring. Phil Leach and Dan Jones both sprawl on the mat unable to shift a muscle, and referee Phil James is unable to administer any count due to the Hell In A Cell rules. Slowly … Phil Leach turns over onto his belly and drags himself over towards Dan. The Gentleman Pimp drapes an arm limply over his foe and James drops down to count- 1 … 2 … Kickout!]

MOSHER: “I can’t believe it! Dan Jones just kicked out of a Pimp Drop!”

MEXICAN: “From the top rope no less! Aye Carumba!”

[Phil Leach shakes his head in amazement, but slowly rolls to the outside and picks up the steel chair used earlier. He takes a moment to play to the crowd but this proves unwise, as Dan Jones summons the strength to get back to his feet! Phil climbs onto the ring apron and walks straight into a Guillotine move form Dan, who hangs Phil up right across the top-most ring rope. The Gentleman Pimp drops the chair he has been carrying, which falls right into Dan’s hands! Dan swings the weapon at the recovering Phil and nails him right in the face, causing ‘The Man’ to fall backwards and land straight onto the wooden table outside! Dan spies his chance and immediately climbs up to the top rope again, his head still obviously aching from the amazing Pimp Drop he suffered. Dan measures the distance between himself and Phil lying prone on the table, and launches himself into space with a Five Star Frog Splash! At the last minute, Phil moves! With a huge smashing sound, Dan Jones crashes straight through the table!]

MOSHER: “My lord! With God as my witness, Dan Jones just got snapped in two!”

[Himself exhausted, Phil Leach staggers over to the wreckage of the table and pulls Dan up, rolling him back into the ring where the now-bloody Dan slumps into a heap. Now it is Phil’s turn to go hunting under the ring; to the fans’ delight ‘The Man’ emerges from under the ring with a ladder! Phil Leach slides his new-found weapon under the ropes before climbing in himself. He charges as Dan gets to his feet, but Jones hits a Drop Toe Hold at the last moment, and Phil crashes over face first into the steel structure he is carrying! Rather drunkenly, Phil ‘The Man’ Leach staggers up from the impact, and Dan drops him once more with a Neckbreaker right onto the ladder! Dan Jones cruelly kicks his foe off the ladder then lifts it up vertical, propping it up against one of the four turnbuckles. Returning to the centre of the ring, Dan lays Phil Leach out spread-eagled across the mat. He then returns to where the ladder is and mounts the ropes behind it.]

MOSHER: “What on Earth is Dan Jones going to try here?!”

[Dan Jones climbs up to the top rope and grabs hold of the ladder … CRASH! Lone Wolf jumps off the top rope with the ladder in front of him like a shield, and brings the weapon smashing down right on top of Phil’s right leg! The combined weight of Dan and the ladder smashes Phil’s one remaining good leg to smithereens as the come crashing down on top of it. The Gentleman Pimp howls in pain in the centre of the ring as Dan rolls to one side, himself attempting to fight off the pain caused by the daring attack.]

MEXICAN: “This is meticulous! Dan is taking apart Phil piece by piece!”

[Dan Jones slides out of the ring yet again, once again returning to scavenge underneath the canvas. A jeer goes up- Dan pulls out and swirls around a Kendo Stick! Lone Wolf climbs back into the ring with his weapon in hand, and patiently waits for his foe to recover and stagger to his feet. As Phil regains his vertical base, Dan swings the stick hard at his head. Despite being severely banged up, ‘The Man’ somehow manages to duck the shot. Dan quickly swings to strike out again, but Phil catches him with a Pimp Clothesline, knocking him down to the mat. Still clinging onto the Kendo stick, Dan staggers up, only to be floored by another big attack from Phil. Dan stumbles to his feet a third time, just as Phil attempts a third successive Pimp Clothesline. This time Dan is ready- with a loud CRACK he brings the Kendo Stick down on Phil’s outstretched arm, snapping the wooden weapon in two across Phil’s limb. A gasp rings out from the crowd- Dan has just smashed in Phil’s only uninjured limb! Now utterly defenceless, Phil slumps to the mat in an almost vegetative state.]

MOSHER: “A chair to the one arm, a kendo stick to the other. A ladder to one leg, and those steel ring steps to the other. Dan Jones has totally taken Phil Leach apart inside this demonic Hell In A Cell!”

MEXICAN: “And look, Capataino! Dan Jones isn’t finished yet!”

[Yet again, Dan rolls to the outside and goes beneath the ring, emerging this time with a small brown bag. Dan smiles maliciously as he climbs back into the ring and begins untying the strings of the bag. Nearby, Phil makes a feeble attempt to get to his feet, yet fails. A loud gasp is heard from the watching fans- Dan empties the bag out onto the mat and hundreds of thumbtacks tumble out all over the ring! The sharp pins glisten under the ring lights as Dan strides purposefully over to Phil and waist-locks him to his feet. German Suplex! Dan holds on to his quarry, after driving Phil Leach over his head and straight down onto the thumb-tacks. Dan Jones pulls Phil up and delivers a second German Suplex! A third! A fourth! Five! Dan has just delivered FIVE German Suplexes to Phil Leach right onto the sharp thumbtacks flooding the room. The Gentleman Pimp lies on his back with pins sticking out of his flesh, protruding out of his arms, his neck, his face. Not finished, Dan grabs Phil by the head and pulls him up. A long, slow, cutting motion across the throat is performed by Dan before planting a boot into Phil’s midsection. DARKNESS FALLS! Dan Jones nails his signature DDT on Phil, driving him face first into the thumbtack laden mat! A horrified booing emanates from the arena as the now unmoving Phil is dully pushed onto his back by Dan, his face littered with the vicious pins.]

MOSHER: “My god, GM … take a look at what has become of Phil Leach!”

MEXICAN: “This is one of the brutal things I’ve ever seen, essa!”

[Dan folds Phil’s arms over his chest morbidly as pins his shoulders to the mat as a concerned Phil James drops down to make the count- 1 … … 2 … … NO! NO! Phil Leach somehow, someway kicks out! The crowd goes wild! Dan gapes in shock! The arena buzzes as Phil Leach shows that he is still in the match. Somewhat wide-eyed, Dan Jones stands to his feet and looks around the ring, searching for something it seems. The Lone Wolf climbs out of the ring and makes a beeline for the Cell doors, and promptly begins pulling at them to try and open them. The officials around the ringside area have locked the doors however, and Dan is unable to get out to the ringside area.]

MOSHER: “Why does Dan Jones want to leave the Cell? What does he have in mind?”

MEXICAN: “He’s trapped in there!”

[Dan fervently tests the walls of the Cell trying to break out, but to no avail. In the ring, Phil leach is still sprawled on the mat, the many thumbtacks sticking in all over his body. Finished with his examination of the Cell’s outer walls, Dan Jones climbs inside and looks around, then grabs the ladder that is lying on the canvas. He picks it up, and stands it up in the centre of the ring. Dan begins climbing the ladder towards the roof of the cell, the steel chair in hand! As the crowd buzzes as to what he may do, Dan reaches the top of the ladder and begins to try and push his way through the roof of the Hell In A Cell! Once he reaches the top, he begins to prise open the roof with the chair in hand. After a struggle, the roof loosens and Dan pushes it open. He climbs onto the top. In spite of being the possessor of four badly mangled limbs, “The Man” heaves himself slowly to the roof of the cage.]

MEXICAN: “Aye caramba! Nothing seems to stop ‘El Hombre’!”

[Taking the golden opportunity, just as Phil emerges at the top of his climb, Dan hits him in the head with the chair he holds. Somehow Phil manages to stay near the top of the ladder and rolls out onto the top of the cage. Phil stumbles to his feet and Dan goes to take another swing at him. Somehow Phil manages to get a sharp kick in at Dan’s stomach. Dan loses hold of the chair, folding over a little. Dan now takes a swing at Phil with his fist and Phil blocks it and plants a Swede. Dan stumbles back and Phil locks arms with him - delivering some trapping Swedes in the process. Dan falls over and Phil goes for an on-cage Pimp Drop! Unfortunately for Phil, Dan slides off his back and spins him around. Dan goes in with the Vampire’s Kiss Chokeslam. The whole cage shakes as Phil is rammed into it, but he does not fall through to the mat below. Instead of going in for the pin, Dan extends the torture and goes to roll Phil off the edge of the cage. Just as he is approaching the edge Dan reaches down into his trousers and produces a length of rope.]

MOSHER: “I don’t know how long that rope has been down there, but I don’t think I’m gonna like what he’s gonna do with it!”

[He proceeds to tie a noose with the length of rope and puts it around the neck of Phil. He holds on to the other end of the length of rope and pushes Phil off the top of the cage with his feet. Phil dangles – turning slowly purple as he struggles. Phil struggles so much, in fact, that Dan has to drop the rope. Phil falls off the side of the cage and plummets down through the announce table below! The crowd goes mental and the jeers directed at Dan are incredible. Dan meanwhile, smiles slyly, but smugly.]

MEXICAN: “Quick! Let’s get out of here! That one was incoming!”

[Slowly and methodically, Dan begins to descend the Cell by climbing down the side of the mesh structure. Below him, Phil ‘The Man’ Leach lies unmoving and broken amongst the remnants of the announce desk. Leaping down the last few feet to the arena floor, Lone Wolf cautiously approaches the wrecked commentary desk and nudges Phil’s foot lightly. The Gentleman Pimp moves not a muscle, prompting Dan to try once again to shift him. Still, no response. A sick but satisfied smile on his face, Dan Jones turns round and raises his arms in triumph.]

MEXICAN: “He’s done it! Dan Jones has defeated Phil Leach!”

MOSHER: “Wait a minute … what the hell is this?! Good Lord above!”

[Dan’s back is turned and the jubilant superstar is unaware of what is happening. Behind him like some phantom figure, a bloody, bruised, and broken Phil ‘The Man’ Leach rises up from the wreckage of the announce table. His hair is wild, his eyes cold and emotionless, his mouth set into a firm and unquivering line. The entire arena rises to it’s feet, some fans gaping, others cheering wildly at the amazing sight of the rejuvenated Gentleman Pimp! Slowly Dan turns around, and his jaw drops as Phil stands in front of him, a pulsating tower of anger in the face of his opponent. Dan quickly shakes away his surprise and instead takes on a look of fury, rushing at Phil Leach in an attempt to knock him back down permanently. Dan homes in for the attack, but with a simple step forward Phil swats him to the ground with a simple but devastatingly effective “Swede”. Dan sprawls on the arena floor gasping in pain, fresh blood beginning to gush from his nose. Coldly and in a calculating manner, Phil scrapes his foe off the floor and half-carries, half-drags him around the ringside area towards the locked doors of the cage. The calmly enraged Phil tears off his upper body attire before stalking over to a ringside official and punching him to the ground! The fans buzz in surprise at this random act of violence from their hero, but Phil tears the key from the belt of the downed staff member and unlocks the doors of the Cell, before throwing them open and dragging Dan back into the confines of the enclosure.]

MEXICAN: “Holy nachos, essa- Phil Leach is like a man possessed!”

MOSHER: “This isn’t possession, GM this is THE RAGE!!”

[Sure enough, Phil seems to be moving as if in a trance, controlled by some force that is spurring on his broken and bloody body to continue. The Gentleman Pimp hurls his victim back into the ring, closely followed by a table he tears out from beneath the squared circle. A huge cheer goes up at the site of the furniture, but Phil is not finished yet. The Gentleman Pimp rummages under the ring some more and pulls out some sort of cylindrical metal object, what exactly is unclear, and rolls that under the ropes, too. Coolly, ‘The Mn’ sets up the table in the centre of the ring, then picks up the second object- and flicks a switch, creating a long, bright blue flame- Phil has a blowtorch! Without a moment’s hesitation, Phil Leach sets alight the wooden table in the ring!]

MEXICAN: “Do something, Capataino! This gringo is insane!”

[Dan comes to slightly, and balks in fear as he spies the flaming table, and Phil advancing on him. Lone Wolf scrambles for the ladder leading to the roof of the Hell In A Cell, but Phil shoves it over briskly cutting off his foes’ escape route. His face now fearful of what he has unleashed, Dan quickly scrabbles out of the ring and hastily heads out through the Cell doors. One deep breath later, Dan Jones begins to ascend the cage once again, this time pulling himself up on the outside wall. Taking his time and without rushing, Phil Leach follows his quarry through the doors and begins to climb the outside of the Hell In A Cell after Dan.]

MOSHER: “They say don’t play with fire; I don’t think Dan knew what he was letting himself in for, here!”

[Now on top of the Cell, Dan rushes to grab the steel chair he wielded earlier, and stands waiting nervously for Phil to ascend to the top of the structure after him. Phil Leach triumphantly reaches the top of the Hell In A Cell and makes for Dan, who swings the steel chair at his opponent’s head with an almighty CRACK! – a blow that doesn’t even faze The Gentleman Pimp! The dented chair slipping out of his hand, Dan Jones drops to his knees before his seemingly unstoppable opponent and clasps his hands together begging for mercy! Undeterred, Phil advances on Dan and goes to pull him up, but Lone Wolf launches one last desperate attack, uppercutting ‘The Man’ right in the groin! Phil spins around from the sneak blow, a pained look on his face.]

MEXICAN: “That stopped him!”

[Dan Jones quickly scrambles up and grabs Phil around the neck- looking to nail a second deadly Vampire’s Kiss on the top of the Cell! NO! With impressive ease, Phil swats away Dan’s arm and breaks the grip. Dan pales beneath the fiery eyes of the Gentleman Pimp, now fully consumed by THE RAGE. With a mighty roar, Phil hoists Dan up onto his shoulders and Pimp Drops him down through the mesh of the Cell roof! The whole section of ceiling collapses, and Phil Leach just saves himself from falling by catching hold of the lip of the hole. Dan Jones however, is not so lucky. Lone Wolf plummets through the cage roof down into the ring, and crashes straight through the flaming table below! The crowd goes insane, threatening to bring the very rafters of the building down in excitement. Wild haired and red-eyed, Phil Leach stands on the edge of the whole in the Cell roof glaring impassively down at the still form of Dan lying amongst the broken and burning table. A chant of “Holy Sh*t” is reprieved from the crowd, while meanwhile Phil hops of the edge of the hole and slowly lowers himself down into the ring, dropping the last six feet or so to the mat.]

MOSHER: “This is carnage! Dan Jones may not have survived this, and I’m not joking fans!”

MEXICAN: “Call the EMTs!”

[A collective gasp rings out as Dan’s form begins to move … but not from any form of recovery- Lone Wolf is on fire! Screaming in pain and terror, Dan scrambles to his feet, his clothes and long hair beginning to catch alight! Acting quickly, referee Phil James rolls to the outside and grabs a fire extinguisher from under the ring. As Dan staggers around the ring frantically trying to beat out the flames, the official blasts him with the extinguisher and dampens out the fire. Bloody and now burnt, a confused and shocked Dan staggers around in a circle, and stumbles right towards the Gentleman Pimp! Phil scoops his foe up one last time and places him on his shoulders… Phil Leach gives his hated rival Dan Jones the biggest Pimp Drop ever seen! Dan’s head bounces dully off the mat as his body slumps to the ground unmoving. THE RAGE still burning inside him, a ghostly looking Phil drops to his knees and loosely covers Dan- 1 … … 2 … … 3!! The bell sounds as “It’s My Life” begins to play loudly- Phil Leach has survived the Hell In A Cell!]

TUCK: “The winner of this match … and the Best Of Five Speciality Tournament … PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!!”

MOSHER: “He did it Mexican, I can’t hardly believe it, but Phil ‘The Man’ Leach beat Dan Jones, he beat THE RAGE, and by God, he’s gonna walk out of this arena tonight truly truly victorious!”

MEXICAN: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it!”

[A change suddenly comes over Phil. The colour rushes out of his face, his limps slump limply to his sides and his legs turn to jelly. Utterly exhausted from trying to control the effects of THE RAGE, the Gentleman Pimp collapses down to the mat beside his fallen enemy, who lies twitching worryingly on his back. Paramedics arrive and remove the broken Dan Jones from the ring as the Hell In A Cell ominously rises to the roof once again, and a recovery team hurries down to remove the weapons and other carnage littering the ring. Offered similar assistance by the medical team, Phil Leach declines, and with some difficulty, exits the ring and staggers triumphantly back up the entrance aisle with his arm raised aloft in the air. It almost has destroyed him, but Phil ‘The Man’ Leach has defeated his arch enemy with the help of THE RAGE, and leaves CWF Sub Zero the undisputed victor!]

MOSHER: “Folks, I don’t know if anything is going to overshadow what we’ve just seen here tonight, but by god, it’s time for the CWF Championship to go on the line!”

[A monumental booing fills the arena as the exhausted but passionate crowd welcomes the No. 1 Contender to the CWF Championship to the arena. As “Super Trooper” blares in the background, Swedish powerhouse Hans Grip makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, Sven Oder-Svensson at his side as always. Hans is wearing specially crafted gold and black wrestling attire, while his manager is dressed in his best suit for the biggest match of the Swedes’ lives. In the ring, Mr Tuck makes the announcements.]

TUCK: “The following match is scheduled for one fall … and is for the CWF CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger- from Gothenburg Sweden, weighing in at 274 lbs- HANS GRIP!”

[Ignoring the negative reaction coming from the crowd, Hans Grip climbs into the squared circle and begins to warm himself up for his shot at the big time, Sven Oder-Svensson all the while soothing him with calming and insightful advice. “Super Trooper” gradually fades out, and a mighty roar fills the arena as “Real American” blasts into life.]

MOSHER: “Here he comes!”

TUCK: “And his opponent … from Newport Wales, weighing 250 lbs … the CWF Champion, THE HUCKSTER, BOB JONES!”

[Out onto the ramp struts the venerable and beloved Huckster, motioning through all his familiar taunts and poses as he makes his way down towards the squared circle. His special PPV tinsel accompanies the veteran’s usual ensemble of bandana and Huckster t-shirt, and the CWF Championship title gleams around his waist. A little gingerly, Bob Jones climbs into the ring and hands over his belt as his theme music comes to an end. The t-shirt and tinsel is removed, and as the ring bell sounds Huckster advances across the battle ground to stand toe-to-toe with his monstrous adversary.]

MEXICAN: “This should be good, eh, essa?”

[Grip and Jones stand glaring coldly at one another, each staring the other down as senior official Adrian Davies reminds them of the rules of the bout. Both men nod to the affirmative, and take a step back. Huckster and Hans Grip lock up in the centre of the ring as the cheering of the fans kicks off the contest, and the two men vie for supremacy in the opening exchange. Both superstars joustle for control, and a shocked jeer rings out around the Millennium Stadium as the title challenger hurls his opponent backwards across the ring. The mighty Huckster has been outdone in the power stakes, and Bob Jones can’t believe it! Another lock up ensues, as does another battle for leverage and control, a conflict that again is won by the huge Swedish challenger, flinging the CWF Champion across the ring like a rag doll.]

MEXICAN: “Look, look! The Huckster, he’s being thrown around like nothing, essa!”

MOSHER: “I must say, the power of Hans Grip is formidable!”

[Grip moves towards The Huckster and offers a hand to help the veteran up. Bob Jones somewhat apprehensively extends his own upwards, but the Swede arrogantly retracts his hand and taunts the Champion. Huckster gets to his feet and swings a big punch at the challenger, who blocks and nails the Champion with a powerful right of his own. A second and third attack by the Nordic monster sends Bob Jones reeling, allowing Grip to send him running with an Irish Whip. Bob Jones ducks a big Clothesline on his first trip across the ring, but eats a big Back Body Drop on the return! The veteran reels in pain as Hans looms over him, scooping the Champion up and delivering a big Slam at his manager’s urgings. The big giant drops down to cover the defending Champion, but pulls Bob up off the mat before the referee can even count one.]

MEXICAN: “Senor Grip is showing everyone who is in charge! Areba!”

[Another big Scoop Slam drops The Huckster to the mat hard, the move impressive considering the little exertion Grip seems to be showing. The challenger pulls his foe up to his feet and whips him hard into one of the turnbuckles, then follows up with a big charge. The crowd comes alive as The Huckster does, stopping the attack with a boot to the face! Hans staggers back, opening himself up to a series of chops and punches from the popular veteran Champion. This onslaught from the Champ is followed by a big time whip to the ropes, and a Reverse Elbow to Hans. The normally effective move seems to have little impact however, as Hans Grip is knocked back, but not down. The Huckster tries again with a big Clothesline, but this too only rocks the Swede, and does not fell him. A third attack from Bob is dodged, and Grip sets The Huckster for a whip, only to have the move countered. Bob Jones hits a big Hip Toss, and finally floors the giant Swedish contender!]

MOSHER: “Woah! Hans Grip finally goes down!”

[On the outside, Sven maintains his composure as usual, although his protégé seems enraged he would be felled. Leaping up, Grip lunges at The Huckster who counters with a big punch, only to have the attack blocked and be hoisted up into a Manhattan Drop. Bob staggers back from being planted astride the Swede’s knee, and is knocked to the floor as Grip levels him with a heavy forearm. The challenger covers- 1 … 2 … kickout. The crowd boos loudly as Hans Grip proceeds to further beat down the Champion, despite The Huckster gallantly kicking out of the pin. Grip pulls up his opponent but is surprised when Huckster explodes back with a big Haymaker, sending Hans stumbling as Bob runs to the ropes ready to launch a big counter-offensive. Whatever Bob Jones is attempting to do is negated however, as Hans Grip catches him skilfully on his return and clamps on a huge Bear Hug!]

MOSHER: “The Bear Hug! An old favourite, but an effective one!”

[Bob’s eyes roll back in his head as the aggressive challenger squeezes and squeezes at his chest and midsection. Sven applauds his charge quietly as Hans gleefully feeds off the booing of the crowd to further increase the agony on the veteran Champion of the CWF. Bob’s arms begin to go limp as the end is forcefully pushed out of him. Referee Adrian Davies raises the hand- only to see it fall. Another time raised, another time falls. The arena holds it’s breath as Davies raises the grizzled hand a third and final time, letting it go and watching carefully … the fans explode- The Huckster’s arm shoots up! Feeding on the crowd’s energy, the CWF Champion valiantly fights free of the hold, finally breaking Grip’s grip with a big elbow to the side of the head. The Huckster Bob Jones is free, and cannons straight for Grip, and straight into a massive and brutal Spinebuster!]

MEXICAN: “Ahaha! That little comeback didn’t last for long!”

MOSHER: “Damnit! The Huckster just can’t seem to get an even break here … every counter he tries, Hans Grip is able to shoot him down!”

MEXICAN: “That, Capataino, is what makes Senor Svensson a genius!”

[Hans Grip drops down to cover Huckster once again- 1 … 2 … … Kickout! Barely this time, barely Huckster escapes the cover. Hans nails Huckster in the stomach and sets up for a Powerbomb, but the wily veteran uses all his power to back body drop his foe over his head. Hans Grip staggers up, and swings wildly in the direction of his opponent. Huckster ducks the big shot though, and nips bhind the giant Swede, hoisting him up and delivering a big Back Suplex!]

MEXICAN: “No way!”

[Hans Grip is drilled into the mat by this sudden counter-offensive, and Huckster quickly hooks the leg for the cover. Adrian Davies dives down to count- 1 … … 2 … … No! Hans Grip escapes, much to the audience’s disappointment. As the challenger staggers up, Huckster attempts a big slam, but is unable to raise up the big grappler. Clutching his back, Bob Jones staggers backwards but regains his wits, rocking Grip with a big right punch and setting up the No. 1 Contender for a Suplex. Using his foot as a stop guard, Hans Grip counters however, and hoists Bob Jones into the air with his own Suplex. The massive Stalling Suplex suspends the Champion upset down for what seems like an eternity, before the veteran comes crashing down to Earth with a bump. A smooth floatover by the big man goes into the cover- 1 … 2 … No! Hans Grip pulls up Bob Jones at the last minute!]

MOSHER: “What is Hans Grip’s game here?! He could have had Bob Jones finished right there!”

[Sven seems a little irritated on the outside, but Hans Grip coolly yanks up his opponent for more punishment. The big Swede clasps Bob around the throat and lifts him into the air, the Champion’s legs thrashing in mid-air as Hans chokes the life out of him. Adrian Davies applies the five count, but Hans just locks back on the choke once the five count has started. Four such choking attacks later, and the CWF Champion is beginning to turn an increasingly blue colour. A desperate rake to the eyes breaks the hold, and The Huckster Bob Jones drops to his feet. Angrily Hans Grip swings at his foe, but the veteran shows some surprise quickness and ducks the attack, then rolls his challenger up with a shock Schoolboy! 1 … 2 … … NO! Hans Grip escapes the pinning predicament, but at the very, very last moment!]

MEXICAN: “Wow! Talk about close!”

[Even Hans’ refined manager shows some signs of relief that the challenger kicked out, but as both men scramble back to their feet the Swede takes control with a huge Clothesline that levels the Champion completely. Lifting Bob Jones to his feet, Hans hoists up the Champion and deposits him on the top rope, much to the horror of the watching fans! Grip takes a chance, climbing up to the top rope to join his victim. The Swede positions Huckster’s head between his knees- the No. 1 Contender is looking to finish the match off with a Super Powerbomb! NO! With all his remaining strength, Huckster counters the Powerbomb with the classic Back Body Drop reversal, only this one sends Hans Grip toppling over Bob’s head and from the top rope down to the hard canvas! A massive cheer echoes through the Millennium Stadium as Huckster Bob Jones slowly climbs down from the top rope and makes the cover- 1 … … 2 … … NO! Amazingly, the resilient Hans Grip kicks out!]

MOSHER: “What staying power shown by this monster- few men could kick out of that manoeuvre!”

MEXICAN: “Ci, Senor!”

[Slowly Hans struggles to his feet, but is met immediately with a harsh Irish Whip to one of the turnbuckles. The Huckster follows quickly, mounting the second rope to a rapturous cheer- Bob Jones is all set up for his trademark 10 Punch! The crowd count with their icon excitedly with each blow landed on the head of the prone Swede. … 1! … 2! … 3! … 4! … 5! … 6! … 7! … 8! … WAIT! As The Huckster pummels away, Grip takes his chance and clamps his hands around the veteran’s legs. He charges forwards with Bob Jones on his shoulders, and uses a modified Teuton Crusher to drive the CWF Champion deep into the mat! A shocked crowd looks on as Hans makes the pin- 1 … … 2 … .. NO! NO! Somehow, someway, Huckster summons the strength to power out! Hans Grip can barely believe it, but as Huckster staggers up, the big Nordic grappler buries a foot in the veteran’s midsection and sets up for Teuton Crusher #2.]

MEXICAN: “Now it’s definitely over!”

[Not exactly! Bob Jones cannily sweeps out the legs from under his attack, and hits the good ol’ Slingshot counter! Hans Grip flies through the air and towards the turnbuckle behind Bob. Fortunately for the challenger, his impact is broken somewhat as Adrian Davies is squashed between him and the corner! The diminutive official slumps to the mat as Hans staggers backwards. The Huckster has just managed to get to his feet following his slingshot, and is immediately greeted with an attack from Grip. Once again, Bob counters by pulling the Swede’s legs out from under him- but Bob now takes a leaf out of his son’s book, and locks on a Sharpshooter!]

MOSHER: “Nice move, champ … and look at this folks!”

[As Bob clamps down with all his pressure, the screaming Swede can take no more … and taps out! While Sven frets on the outside, his protégé taps out like nobody’s business, although no-one can make the call as referee Adrian Davies is still unmoving on the mat! Reluctantly, Bob Jones breaks the hold and goes to try and bring the official too. Meanwhile, Sven Oder-Svensson grabs the CWF Title belt from the announce table and slides it to his young charge. Grip takes the title gold and staggers to his feet, measuring the CWF Champion who is still crouching over the official. As Bob turns back around, Hans Grip absolutely nails him with the CWF Title!]

MOSHER: “That’s not right! No! It can’t end like this!”

[Hans Grip has dropped down to cover the fallen Huckster, whilst Sven pulls out the smoking gun and throws it to the floor. Slowly referee Adrian Davies comes to, and crawls over to the cover- 1 … … 2 … … NO! NO! At the very last moment, Bob Jones’ shoots a shoulder off the mat! Hans cannot believe it, and angrily elbow drops the recovering referee, knocking Adrian Davies unconscious yet again! Pulling up the now-bleeding Huckster, Hans Grip powerfully scoop slams the Champion down to the mat. His face a crimson mask from the shot with the belt, Huckster lies still as Hans moves towards one of the corners. To everyone’s surprise, Grip begins to ascend the top rope!]

MEXICAN: “Er Hans…”

[The giant Swede clumsily and slowly reaches the top rope, but has taken far too long. His ascent has given enough time for even Bob Jones to stagger up, and dive at the ring ropes, shaking them and unbalancing the title challenger. There is a foreign sounding groan as Grip lands crotch-first atop the turnbuckle. Huckster climbs up onto the second rope and hooks the arm of the Swede … HUGE Superplex by The Huckster Bob Jones! The fans cheer wildly as Grip is buried into the canvas, and Bob Jones makes the cover as referee Adrian Davies comes to once more. Crawling over, the official makes the count- 1 … … … 2 … … … NO! The groggy pinfall counting has given Hans just enough time to escape the cover! Slowly and lethargically, Hans stumbles to his feet, seemingly with no idea of where he is. With a loud grunt, The Huckster Bob Jones summons all his might and scoops the gigantic Swede up in the air, and hits a massive Powerslam on the 274lb monster!]

MEXICAN: “I don’t believe it! Bob Jones just Powerslammed Hans Grip!!”

MOSHER: “Pin him Bob, pin him!”

[A momentous roar shakes the stadium as Bob Jones looks all around and claps his hands together- LEG DROP! The CWF Champion nails his legendary finisher and covers the Swede for the win- 1 … … 2 … … 3? ? What’s this? There’s no count, as Sven Oder-Svensson is up on the ring apron, distracting Adrian Davies and making sure there will be no pinfall victory for Huckstermania! An infuriated Huckster spots the manager and heads straight for him. Sven tries to hop off the apron but The Huckster has a tight hold on him, dragging him through the ropes and into the ring! Sven pleads for mercy, but Bob Jones whips the interfering “Svengali” into the ropes … BIG BOOT! LEG DROP! The CWF Champion’s devastating combo destroys the weedy manager to a massive ovation from his fans- TEUTON CRUSHER! TEUTON CRUSHER!]

MEXICAN: “AREBA! AREBA!”

MOSHER: “Oh my God!”

[Out of nowhere, Hans Grip nails his destructive finishing Powerbomb, utterly planting the CWF Champion into the mat! Hans makes the cover on the broken Huckster- … 1 … 2 … NO! Bob Jones kicks out with authority! He rolls back up to one knee, and puffs out his chest as the crowd begins to go wild! A horrified look on his face, Hans tries to beat down Huckstermania, but there is no stopping the CWF Champion! Pumping his arms and puffing his cheeks, Bob Jones stands to his feet and waves that reprimanding finger at the Scandinavian! Bob Jones with the three big big punches! A whip! The BIG BOO- NO! In a repeat of Redemption’s eight man match, Hans catches the feared Big Boot in mid air, and spins the Huckster around 360 degrees! TEUTON CRUSHE- NO! Now it’s the Huckster’s turn to catch a boot, and Bob sends Hans running into the ropes- BIG BOOT! LEG DROP! The crowd is going wild- they count, the commentators count, the world counts as Bob Jones drops down for the cover- 1 … … 2 … … 3!!!]

MEXICAN: “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

MOSHER: “He did it! Long live Huckstermania!”

TUCK: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … and STILL CWF Champion- THE HUCKSTER BOB JOOOOOOOOOOOOONEESSSS!”

[“Real American” blares through the Millennium Stadium as a tearful Huckster has his hand raised in victory. Adrian Davies hands back over the CWF Championship, proudly held aloft by the triumphant veteran. Hans Grip lies unmoving in the centre of the ring, the Big Boot and Leg Drop his ultimate downfall. A broken heap in the corner, Sven Oder-Svensson also lies unmoving on the mat. The roof is almost coming the arena as The Huckster cups a nostalgic ear to his legions and legions of old and new fans.]

MEXICAN: “I can’t believe it … but what a match! What an event!”

MOSHER: “Indeed! Folks, for The Greasy Mexican, this is Captain Mosher signing off. Thank you, and GOOD NIGHT!”

[CWF Sub Zero fades out into darkness, as in the Millennium Stadium, Huckstermania is “still runnin’ wild”…]