:: THURSDAY NIGHT REDEMPTION ::
19th September 2002
Sophia Gardens, Cardiff

[The opening to Redemption kicks off with an amazing video tribute to the events of CWF Sub Zero. We watch as Andrew McMartyn and Seb Beynon do battle in an emotional contest, and as Phil Leach and Dan Jones look to settle their differences once and for all in the demonic Hell In A Cell. The montage closes as a triumphant ‘Huckster’ Bob Jones celebrates in the ring following his victory over Hans Grip in the main event match for the CWF Championship. The PPV theme “Bodies” dies down as the video ends… leading us right into Thursday Night Redemption!]

[The first post-PPV show kicks off with a mass explosion of pyro in the arena, whilst the lights in the beautiful Sophia Gardens sweep across the screaming fans packed into the stands for Redemption. Just audible above the roaring crowd, an equally thrilled Gav Jones welcomes the viewers to the show.]

GAV: “Welcome everybody, to CWF Redemption! What an amazing event Sub Zero was, and what a show we’ve got here tonight to follow on with! Fantastic!”

TAFF: “Yeah, but we might just out-do Sub Zero tonight, Gav! How about Phil Leach and Andrew McMartyn, one-on-one, in that ring tonight!!”

GAV: “Taff, I’m worried about Phil ‘The Man’ Leach ... it’s been just days since he was overcome by THE RAGE in that Hell In A Cell match against Dan Jones … surely the McMartyns can’t expect Phil to be in peak condition to fight here tonight?!”

TAFF: “Well … duh!”

[Suddenly, “Control” hits in the arena. A ground tremoring boo shakes Sophia Gardens- Andrew McMartyn is marching to the ring! The CWF Co-Owner is wearing a smart dark blue suit and white shirt beneath, but most noticeably, is wearing a wide smirk on his face. Ignoring the hissing and jeering fans, Andrew climbs briskly into the ring and jovially bounces round a little before gesturing for a microphone. The Puddle Of Mudd theme dies down as a jubilant Andrew addresses the crowd.]

ANDREW: “You, the great unwashed must surely be rejoicing in much the same way as me after my tremendous victory at CWF Sub Zero! That’s right, people … like it or not I SQUASHED the bug, the insect that was your so-called hero Seb Beynon, and I defeated him in the very centre of the ring- 1 … 2 … 3!”

TAFF: “It’s true! I was inspired!”

ANDREW: “… And just when I think things can’t get any better following my historic win just a few days ago, I come into work and take a look at the card for tonight … Andrew McMartyn versus Phil ‘The Man’ Leach. Beautiful, truly beautiful! I took care of the one dancing prancing idiot at Sub Zero, and tonight, I get to make it two in a row! The Bert and Ernie of the CWF won’t even know what’s hit them by the time this week is done! I’m Andrew J McMartyn, and I will single-handedly rid this company of all the lousy wastes of space one by one. Seb, you learnt your lesson good last Sunday night, and tonight Phil, you are going to wish you NEVER even showed up here tonight!”

[Andrew’s ranting is cut off as “It’s My Life” blasts into the arena, causing a loud pop to burst from the crowd. All necks strain towards the Redemption entrance stage to catch a glimpse of Phil ‘The Man’ Leach, but a surprised buzzing can be heard as someone else walks out through the entrance curtains and onto the stage. Andrew McMartyn angrily glares up the ramp towards the intrusion, and sees Ruth Bowen making her way to the ring!]

GAV: “Ruth! What could she be wanting out here?”

[The pretty young road agent climbs into the ring, fixing her enemy Andrew McMartyn with an icy glare. Ruth takes a ring mike of her own, and addresses the CWF Co-Owner.]

RUTH: “Well, well, well. Why am I not surprised to see you, Andrew, making a match between you and Phil Leach just days after the most brutal and gruelling match of his career? As usual, you’re doing a great job of picking on those who are vulnerable or weakened … you’re doing it tonight, you’ve done it over the past few months to all the staff here at the CWF, and well, you’ve pretty much been doing it your whole life! Andrew, no matter what you might think of me or anyone else round here, you HAVE to cancel this match tonight … as great as you versus Phil might be, as much money as it might pull, do you really think it’s worth risking a man’s career for?”

[Arrogantly, Andrew shoves a palm in front of Ruth’s mouth to cut off her diatribe. A nasty smirk on his face, Andrew looms over the dimunitive road agent and spits back a response.]

ANDREW: “Of course it’s worth risking a career for … well, Phil’s career anyway. If I do, and ooh, I SO hope I do, if I do finally put and end to “Pimpomania” tonight and end that jester’s career forever … then I’m SURE Phil can find work doing something more suited to his skills… car park attendant or janitor perhaps? And how you harp on about me being as opportunistic as usual … well Ruth, as usual YOU’RE being an irritating, interfering B*TCH!”

[Ruth’s eyes widen in shock at the insult hurled at her by McMartyn, but tightens her jaw and stands her ground against him.]

ANDREW: “Maybe if you didn’t interfere so much, my dear, your friend Seb would have a mark in his “WIN” column rather than some stitches in his skull! And next time you swing a chair at someone … make sure you get the right guy, yeah?”

TAFF: “Andrew is really taunting Ruth here! This is great!”

ANDREW: “Bottom line, Ruth- I’m an owner of this company and I have the final say in what goes down here, whether YOU like it or not! That’s my decision, so you can stuff your little opinion, ‘cos I don’t see any sort of authority in front of me right now!”

[Perfectly on cue, Slipknot’s “Left Behind” hits over the PA to a mighty roar from the crowd. A look of pure hatred takes over Andrew McMartyn’s face as none other than Vice President Acid storms down to the ring! The fans cheer wildly as the Women’s Champion and Co-Owner climbs into the ring and takes the microphone Ruth is holding. Acid signals for her music to be cut as she stands before Andrew McMartyn, who stands in the ring seething with anger. The two hated enemies glare at one another as Acid speaks.]

ACID: “You’re 100% correct, jackass … you DO have a say in what goes on around here, but you know what? So do I! And guess what, my say is that this screwy match you and your old man have concocted should NOT go ahead!”

GAV: “Good call!”

[There is loud cheering in the arena, which seems to aggravate Andrew McMartyn even more. Ruth smiles and applauds the Vice President’s decision.]

ACID: “Phil Leach was in one of the most brutal, bloody and horrific matches I have ever seen last Sunday night … that Hell In A Cell was psychologically as well as physically draining, and I believe there’s NO WAY even a great competitor like him could even be remotely able to go one-on-one in the ring with you tonight. You might think you’ve got your meal ticket here tonight picking on an wounded animal, but think again, Andrew- you’ve been foiled, yet again!”

[Shaking with anger, Andrew answers his long-time aggravator.]

ANDREW: “You know what, Acid? Ever since you came into this company months ago all you’ve done is cause me and my family suffering and torment! You don’t belong in the CWF, you never have! You’ve small-time, second-rate, bargain-basement! The day I see the back of you will be the happiest day of my life, Acid, because forget about Ruth over there- YOU’RE the biggest B*TCH I’ve ever met, by a long shot! You know what, GET LOST!”

[Now Acid is equally furious, seething at the putdowns from the other Co-Owner.]

ACID: “NO, you know what? GET … BENT!”

[The Vice President swings out with a huge right hook, catching Andrew McMartyn in the jaw and knocking him back to the mat onto his backside, much like she did on her very first appearance on CWF TV. The crowd cheers wildly, but an enraged Andrew holds hi chin in pain and leaps to his feet. Acid rips off her trenchcoat, ready to fight Andrew tooth and nail! Suddenly, “No Chance” booms into the arena, interrupting the would-be combatants in the ring. To loud booing, the CWF President Mr McMartyn hurries down to the ring and hastily climbs in, grabbing Andrew’s mike from the mat before positioning himself inbetween his son and the Vice President.]

ACID: “Get out of my way, Clive!”

[The towering Mr McMartyn shakes his head furiously, and further shoves himself between Andrew and Acid. Ruth has taken a step back into the corner, concerned at this sudden outbreak of violence amongst the executive.]

MCMARTYN: “Oh Acid, you’re correct alright. Phil Leach IS too battered and banged up from the Hell In A Cell to compete in this ring tonight, but that doesn’t mean that these people won’t get a main event worth seeing! Like Andrew said, all you’ve done since getting here is cause us pain and suffering, and I’m sick of it! I can’t bear to watch you soil my reputation and destroy by creation from the inside week in, week out. Well, it’s time this all came to an end- I want to settle things between us here tonight- FOR GOOD!”

[Acid frowns, not exactly sure of what McMartyn is getting at. She takes a step back and the CWF President relaxes. Behind him, Andrew continues to nurse his jaw and glare at Acid.]

ACID: “What are you trying to say, McMartyn?”

MCMARTYN: “I’m saying that tonight, we put it ALL on the line, Acid. You don’t want Phil Leach in the main event here, that’s fine. But someone will be taking his place, believe you me. That someone … is YOU! And Acid, the entire future of this company and franchise will be on the line … I’m proposing that if you lose here tonight, full control of the CWF is returned to I, Clive McMartyn!”

ACID: “You want ME in this main event, McMartyn? With my Vice Presidency on the line? Why should I- what’s there to gain from kicking your son’s arse one more time?”

MCMARTYN: “Well you see, Acid, this works two ways. If, by some miracle you are successful tonight, you get FULL control of the CWF- I leave this company, and you become the NEW President of the federation. This has to come to an end, and by God, it’s going to tonight!”

[The crowd buzzes at this huge statement, whilst Andrew McMartyn looks at his father as if Clive has gone insane. Acid seems to take all this in, then raises the microphone to her lips.]

ACID: “This is crazy McMartyn, crazy. But if there’s one thing I do, that’s take risks. I’ve lived my whole life taking risks; I became the Vice President of this great company by taking risks. You want a match, you got it!”

[A big cheer rings out, but Andrew McMartyn angrily snatches the mike from his father and sneers at Acid.]

ANDREW: “You little freak! By the end of the night, you’re gonna be just another bog-standard wrestler in this company … courtesy of me, Andrew McMa-“

[Andrew is shocked as his father grabs back the microphone, and begins addressing Acid himself.]

MCMARTYN: “Andrew, think again. Acid might have stolen the Vice Presidency of my company by humiliating you in a match, but I’m not about to let that happen again. Tonight, the very fibre of the Caerleon Wrestling Federation is on the line when ACID takes on … ME, MR MCMARTYN! Acid, your little reign of terror can be considered over, and you can most DEFINITELY take that to the bank!”

[“No Chance” hits as Mr McMartyn ushers his son out of the ring and back up the entrance ramp, both McMartyns turning to glare maliciously at Acid, who is standing in the ring with a look of surprise on her face. From the corner of the ring, Ruth looks on in concern as the Vice President realises the consequences of this company-changing match. At the top of the ramp, Andrew and Clive McMartyn disappear into the back leaving Acid contemplating the main event in shock…]

TAFF: “This is unbelievable! Acid and Mr McMartyn one on one in the ring tonight, with 100% control of the company on the line! My God!”

GAV: “The dream could be over for Acid, or Mr McMartyn could be forced to leave the company HE started! You just have to stay tuned folks, an amazing night lies ahead! STUPENDOUS!”

[A small pop can be heard from the crowd in the arena as we return to Redemption; ‘DSP’ Pete Nancollis is back in the CWF! Seemingly now recovered from his concussion, the senior staff member is consulting a clipboard in the arena’s loading bay when Ruth Bowen hurries up to him. Pete turns around, greeting Ruth with his usual dead-pan expression, but half a smile.]

PETE: “Hi Ruth.”

RUTH: “Hi Pete, awww… it’s great to see you back. How are you?”

PETE: “Oh, fine thanks … save for this damn clipboard paper. The task of note-taking is made ever-more difficult by the small imperfections in the wood pulp that are creating minute-“

[Seemingly a little pushed for time, Ruth waves a hand in the air at Pete.]

RUTH: “OK, OK Pete. Listen, I really need to know where to find Phil … have you seen him?”

PETE: “Well, I’ve just got off the phone from him actually. Seems that Acid gave him the night off after that Hell In A Cell battle, so he’s back at the hotel and not even at the arena. Said something about going to the bar and hitting on some barmaids, I think.”

[Ruth shakes his head with worry, wringing her hands.]

RUTH: “Oh dear! Phil might not have a match any more, but Vice President Acid DOES! And what’s more, she’s putting the undisputed ownership of the company on the line against Mr McMartyn! I’ve got a feeling something terrible is going to happen tonight, Pete, I just know it. I’m going back to that hotel to find Phil … he’s needed here Pete, badly.”

PETE: “Well, good luck Ru. And if you see Phil, tell him he owes me a tenner.”

[Ruth is already hurrying off towards the car park, but calls back as she disappears into the night.]

RUTH: “Will do! Byeeeee!”

[We cut to the office of Vice President Acid, where the young lady in question is standing biting her lip in the centre of the room. Julia Parker sits watching her friend on a nearby couch, while Fallon leans against the wall behind her. The Co-Owner of the CWF kicks her desk bad-temperedly.]

ACID: “Crap! I shouldn’t have agreed to this match, I shouldn’t have!”

JULIA: “How come? You’ve never been one to back down from a challenge before…”

ACID: “I know, and I’m not about to now, either. Trust me guys, there’s NOTHING I’d like better to climb in that ring and give Clive McMartyn the arse-kicking of a lifetime. The only problem is; this thing is such short notice … but so much is on the line!”

FALLON: “Acid, think about this! You’re facing Mr McMartyn … OK, he might be the President of this company, but he damn sure is no wrestler! You’ll hand his arse to him on a plate in that ring tonight!”

[Excited at this prospect, now Julia pipes up.]

JULIA: “Yeah, and just think … if you beat Clive McMartyn tonight, he’s gone! Out of here! We’ll never have to see him again! He’ll be gone, and all his little cronies will be up the creak then. With that old fart out the way, you can run things around here the way they should be run- the fair way! You can do it, Acid love, we just know it!”

FALLON: “Yeah!”

ACID: “True … but if I lose here tonight, I can kiss my Vice-Presidency goodbye…”

[Acid’s shoulders slump, but suddenly she picks up her head, her face full of resolution.]

ACID: “… But why should I? I’m Acid … and I’ve been facing and overcoming adversity all my life! Tonight, it’s not going to be any different, because I’m going out there to WIN! From now on, the legacy of the McMartyns is over- long live the Legacy of Get Bent!”

[The trio throw their arms round one another in a show of unity as we fade out and move towards the ever-approaching main event…]

Serge vs Big Boss
Sid Jefferies

GAV: "Hello all! Welcome back to our first show after the spectacular PPV that was Sub Zero."

TAFF: "Yup! We're all set to see newcomers Serge and Big Boss entertain us tonight."

GAV: "And here they come! Fanatastic!"

[On that note, "Alive" hits over the PA.]

TUCK: "First, weighing 250 lbs... SERGE!"

[The lights go out and a single red spotlight hits the ring. This blacks out for a moment, then upon its return, Serge himself is stood in the spotlighting. The lights return to normal and the music ends. "Girls, Girls, Girls" starts up in its place.]

TUCK: "...And his opponent, weighing 275 lbs... BIG BOSS!"

[Fireworks go off about the McMartyntron and Big Boss strolls to the ring, leading a procession of attractive females. He enters the ring and shows off his Pimparooni and performs the splitz.]

GAV: "This should be smashing!"

TAFF: "The smart money is on Big Boss! He's bigger and heavier that his opponent!"

GAV: "Well, you were always the biggest and heaviest when you were in the ring! How come you were beaten so much?!"

[Taff just pouts silently. Meanwhile, the referee calls for the bell to start off. A lock up. Big Boss uses his superior size to take the advantage and applies a headlock. Serge shoves him into the ropes. He nails him with a Powerslam.]

GAV: "Serge is starting out looking strong."

[He pulls Boss to his feet and sets him up for a Suplex. BB overpowers Serge, lifting him over his head before sending him to the mat. Big Boss gets up first, pulling Serge up with him. He whips Serge to the corner, then crushes him with a Body Avalanche. Serge slumps to the mat.]

TAFF: "Hahaha! Serge doesn't look so strong now!"

[BB starts stomping Serge against the turnbuckles, then pulls him up. He tries to whip him across the ring, but Serge reverses, sending Boss running straight into the turnbuckles. He staggers back, turns around, then gets levelled by an awesome lariat from Serge. A couple of elbows drops later and serge tries a pin:

One.

Tw- Kickout.]

GAV: "Serge is back in control, now!"

[He drags Big Boss upright, then attempts a DDT. No! BB counters with a Gordbuster. He pulls Serge up and whips him, nailing a wheel kick to send him to the canvas. A knee drop, then Serge is raised to his feet again. Big Boss attacks with a Neckbreaker, then a series of knee drops. He covers:

One.

Two.

Kickout.]

TAFF: "That was pretty close! Serge can't hold on much longer!"

[Big Boss drags his foe upright, then floors him with a Tiger Driver.]

TAFF: "Ooh! That was some impact! Big Boss has things well in hand!"

[BB lifts Serge to his feet once more and whips him to the corner. He follows in, then hoists Serge onto the turnbuckle.]

TAFF: "He were go! Big Boss is looking for his finisher!"

[Boss climbs up to the top rope. He takes hold of Serge's head, ready for his 3-B, but, from nowhere, Serge breaks free.]

TAFF: "No! What's going on?!"

[Serge manages to knee Big Boss in the gut, then forces his head between his knees.]

GAV: "Now Serge is trying for his finisher!"

[With a yell of effort, Serge raises the big man onto his shoulders, hoists him up the last few inches, then sends him tearing down into the canvas. He lands with a great thump.]

TAFF: "My God! What a move!"

[Somewhat tiredly, Serge staggers over to Big Boss, then drops down to make the cover:

One.

Two.

Three! The bell rings.]

GAV: "Smashing! What a super win for Serge."

["Alive" hits over the PA as the referee raises Serge's arm in victory, and he celebrates his first win in the CWF.]

[In the presidential suite backstage, Andrew McMartyn looks on as Mr McMartyn slips on a pair of heavy duty elbow pads. The CWF Chairman has now changed into full battle attire, and completes his preparations as corporate henchmen Ingham and Quarterman skulk in the background. McMartyn Junior seems agitated at his father’s decision to face Acid in the main event.]

ANDREW: “Hey Dad, what the hell are you thinking? Are you crazy? You realise if Acid beats you tonight, you’re finished! No more Mr McMartyn! No more CWF President! Acid will kick you to the curb and run the show herself- and things will really go to the dogs!”

[As he answers his son, Mr McMartyn continues getting ready, now adjusting the wrestling boots he is putting on.]

MCMARTYN: “Certainly I’m aware of the risks … but if I defeat Acid in that ring right here on Redemption, I rid myself of the biggest thorn in my side of all. No longer will that interfering, incompetent, small-minded little minx meddle in my affairs and dictate how I run my own company! If Acid goes tonight, then nothing but good can come out of it!”

ANDREW: “Exactly! That’s why you should let ME wrestle Acid tonight! I was scheduled to be in the main event anyway, before she decided to go and change things. She screwed me over to get that position as Vice President, and I think it’s high time I got some sweet revenge! So come on dad, let me take Acid on … and rid the CWF of her once and for all!”

MCMARTYN: “Andrew, you’re not wrestling her, end of story. I have too much riding on this to let anyone other than I, Clive R McMartyn, to go out there and get the job done. I’ll deal with Acid myself, don’t you worry…”

[Andrew is still unconvinced, and continues to whine at his father.]

ANDREW: “But it’s a wrestling match! You’re not a wrestler, Dad! Acid will have the upper hand on you for sure!!”

MCMARTYN: “Aha! That’s where you’re mistaken, my boy. You see, tonight’s match won’t be a plain old wrestling match, oh no. This most certainly won’t be a match … it’ll be a fight- a STREET FIGHT!”

[Clive and Andrew both crack wide smiles. Grinning confidently, Mr McMartyn pats his son across the back and swaggers knowingly out of the room, Ingham and Quarterman scurrying after him.]

Grandma vs. Fallon
Referee: Dennis Morgan

TUCK: Welcoming first into the ring, FALLLLON!

['I Was A Teenage Zombie' hits the P.A. and Fallon enters to a shower of cheers. The darkly made up beauty struts her way into the ring in her platform shoes; not toppling for a second. She waves to the crowd and smiles coyly.]

TUCK: And now welcoming the opposition, GRAAANDMAAA!

[The dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra fill the air, as 'My Way' begins to play. The small wisened lady arrives underneath the McMartyntron. She cheers triumphantly for herself. She is wearing a horrific salmon pink tracksuit.]

[The audience boos her, not only for this fashion faux pas, but also for her generally evil attitude.]

MOSHER: I think we know who'd win if this was a pin-up contest!

MEXICAN: Who?

MOSHER: Er... never mind...

[Referee Dennis Morgan signals for the match to begin and the bell sounds.]

[Fallon stands facing Grandma looking altogether disgusted with this curious being. Grandma is visibly trash talking at the younger lady. Grandma gestures towards herself in a 'come and get me' motion. The older lady is trying to bounce around like a young and sprightly boxer. Fallon takes a confident step up to Grandma and easily slaps her in the face. The pensioner is surprised and takes a step back. Fallon seizes the opportunity and charges at Grandma from behind, Bulldog-ing her face into the floor.]

MOSHER: I think this match is relatively forgone!

[Fallon sits on the face down floored Grandma and pulls her legs up. The older lady looks upward and screams- but this doesn't deter Fallon. Somehow Grandma manages to wriggle out of the hold and scootles to the edge of the ring. Fallon pursues but is surprised as Grandma charges at her with a flying chop. The chop is following by a quick succession of other chops, resulting with Fallon with her back against the ropes. Grandma takes a step back to launch a punch that would throw Fallon over the back of the ropes, but Fallon ducks and throws herself into Grandma's legs, knocking the older lady over.]

MEXICAN: Mmm... Contact sports...

[Fallon is straddled over Grandma and grabs her by the hair. Fallon manages to smash Grandma's head against the floor a couple of times, but the pensioner is made of sterner stuff and pushes up against Fallon, knocking the younger woman against the ropes. Grandma pushes down on Fallon, forcing her neck onto the bottom rope. The referee swings round and after a moment that was just too long, gets Grandma to break the illegal hold.]

MOSHER: Now that's a bit sharp...

[Fallon sits up, looking a little blue, and Grandma- moving as fast as she can- pulls Fallon away from the ropes by her legs. She continues the movement and goes straight into the Figure Four Leglock. Grandma grimaces as she squeezes Fallon's legs. The referee pulls round. The younger woman, still a little choked, submits!]

MEXICAN: Go Grandma!

TUCK: And the winner is GRAAANDMAAA!

[While Sophia Gardens prepares for the huge main event, Ruth Bowen has arrived at the nearby Hilton hotel and is striding quickly through the lobby with the camera following along behind her. The Road Agent strides into the expensive looking bar located at the ground level of the building, and peers through the smoky haze around the room. Presently, Ruth spots Phil ‘The Man’ Leach, slumped in a lounge chair surrounded by empty shot glasses. The Gentleman Pimp is currently trying to create a tower out of beer mats, with little luck. Ruth hurries over towards her friend and calls out urgently.]

RUTH: “Phil! There you are!”

PHIL: “Whaa? The Kin … I must contact the …”

[The fun loving CWF Superstar trails off as Ruth waves a hand in front of her mouth in revilement.]

RUTH: “God Phil, you absolutely stink of vodka! Look, I know Acid rang you earlier and gave you the night off, but things have changed. I’ve got to get you to the arena ASAP … Acid and Mr McMartyn are going one-on-one tonight- and the ownership of the CWF is on the line!”

PHIL: “Flarrr… tidy, tweacle.”

RUTH: “No Phil, this is serious! The McMartyns are sure to have something devious up heir sleeves, and Acid will need all the help she can get to come out a winner tonight. This could be our change to finally get rid of the McMartyns for good! Now COME ON!”

[Ruth forcibly grasps Phil around the arm and uses all her strength to yank him out of the chair. Phil staggers along through the lobby as Ruth guides him towards the exit.]

PHIL: “Just one more drink?”

RUTH: “No Phil! The main event is going to start any minute- we have to hurry!”

[The friends rush out of the hotel lobby and towards the car park, as time ticks down to the main event of Redemption in the arena…]

[The screen splits down the middle, showing the two camps of CWF superstars nervously settling down to watch the main event of Redemption.

On the right hand of the screen, we see the pro-McMartyn faction- the stooges Ingham and Quarterman, Damian Ali & Felicia, Dante, Grandma, Hans Grip & Sven Oder-Svensson, The Blue Flash, Mezermorial, Natasha, and at the front of the group, leaning forward in a chair close to the monitor, Andrew McMartyn.

The other side of the screen shows another locker room, and the Acid supporters sitting and standing inside, they too gathered around the TV monitors backstage. Fallon and Julia Parker watch with concern as the loyal stars of the CWF gather around them- ‘The Huckster’ Bob Jones, Seb Beynon, Faith, Stone Cold Andy Morgan & Disco Stu, Rabbi Bernie Dobba, Serge, CWF staff members Arranboy, Eddie Jones & ‘DSP’ Pete Nancollis and various others.]

TAFF: “The whole company is watching this one, Gav! They know this match effects each and every one of them, whoever they are!”

GAV: “Some are rooting for Mr McMartyn, others for Vice President Acid. But who will be victorious here tonight, and walk out with full control of the CWF? This is the biggest match in Redemption history- so don’t miss it- Acid and Mr McMartyn- UP NEXT! FANTASTIC!”

100% CONTROL OF THE CWF ON THE LINE
Acid vs Mr McMartyn
Referee: Adrian Davies

[The entire arena is buzzing as ring announcer Mr Tuck steps between the ropes. CWF Senior Official Adrian Davies stands waiting nearby, fully aware of the enormity of his task.]

TUCK: “The following match is a STREET FIGHT, with Full Control of the CWF on the line!”

TAFF: “I can hardly believe we’re going to see this, Gav!”

"Worthlessness is only the beginning... Life does not begin until... you comprehend... that one day... you too will die..."

[The fans rise to their feet as the opening riffs of Slipknot’s “Left Behind” echo through the arena. To a huge ovation, Vice-President Acid strides out onto the ramp and makes her way down to the ring with purpose, her long leather trenchcoat sailing behind her.]

TUCK: “Introducing first, from Soho London, the Vice-President of the CWF, ACID!”

[Acid nods over at Mr Tuck and Adrian Davies as she removes her trenchcoat and flings it outside the ring. She waits patiently in the ring as “No Chance” bursts into life to a chorus of boos and jeers.]

TUCK: “And her opponent … from Cardiff Wales, the President of the CWF- MR MCMARTYN!”

[Ignoring the hateful chanting of the crowd with experience, Mr McMartyn swaggers down to the ring dressed in his wrestling attire; a dark pair of trousers and a black wrestling vest, along with thick black elbow pads. His music booming in the background, the well-built CWF Chairman steps through the ropes and glares across the ring at his hated enemy, Acid, who merely returns the venomous look with one of her own.]

GAV: “So much bad blood here … but tonight, will it finally be laid to rest for good?”

[The bell rings and the match is underway! The fans continue to stand all around the arena, each wanting to watch history in the making. As the hot arena boos and cheers at the top of it’s voice, Acid literally hurls herself across the ring at Mr McMartyn, surprising the Chairman and bowling him over! The fans cheer riotously as the Goth pummels away on the grounded McMartyn with madly swinging lefts and rights, the CWF President desperately trying to shield himself from her blows. Acid eventually climbs off Mr McMartyn, leaving the Chairman to stumble to his feet. Acid goes to the ropes, and hits a Flying Forearm that once again knocks Clive to the mat. Acid strikes out with some vicious right hands, knocking her opponent back across the ring. Clive McMartyn lunges for the female superstar, but the Vice-President ducks out of the way and nips behind him. Acid with a Schoolboy! 1 … 2 … Clive just kicks out!]

TAFF: “Come on Mr McMartyn! Pull yourself together Sir!”

[Mr McMartyn attempts some offence, trapping Acid underneath one of his thick arms in a Headlock. Clive works on the neck as Acid squirms in his grip, trying unsuccessfully to escape. With all her might, Acid shoves towards McMartyn and sends him running to the ropes, breaking the hold. Acid herself runs the opposite ropes, and leapfrogs the CWF Chairman as the two foes meet in the middle. Both bounce off the opposite set of ropes, and Acid ducks an attack by Mr McMartyn, putting on the breaks and delivering a Neckbreaker. As Clive curls on the mat clutching his neck, the Vice-President hops out through the ropes to the arena floor and begins rooting beneath the ring. The crowd starts to cheer madly as Acid begins pulling out weapons from under the ring! A trio of trashcans and their lids are hurled into the ring; a STOP sign, a 2x4, various other implements intended to cause pain.]

GAV: “Remember guys, this IS a Street Fight!”

TAFF: “Oh no!!”

[Acid goes to climb back into the ring, but meanwhile Mr McMartyn has latched on to a nearby cooking sheet, which he hugs to his chest as he staggers up. Acid gets ready to nail the CWF President as he runs around, but Mr McMartyn surprises her, smashing his foe right in the face with the metal sheet! The CWF Vice-President staggers backwards in pain, and McMartyn hacks away with a series of knife-edge chops that drive Acid back into one of the corners. Clive chokes his enemy against the ropes with his boot, then whips the Vice-President hard across the ring. Acid crashes into the opposite corner and is promptly squashed as McMartyn crashes into the corner after her. Backstage, the entire CWF roster continues to watch with it’s collective breath held, Fallon and Julia covering their faces in horror as Mr McMartyn continues dishing out the punishment to their friend.]

GAV: “The entire company on the edge of its seat, here! Amazing!”

[As Acid staggers to her feet Mr McMartyn charges across the ring towards her and levels the Vice-President with a huge Clothesline. Acid crumbles to the mat and Clive covers her for the win- 1 … 2 … Kickout! The CWF President now firmly takes control, hoisting his business partner into the air and nailing a hard Scoop Slam to the mat. McMartyn drops a heavy elbow down onto the Vice-President, then follows with a second. Another cover by Mr McMartyn- 1… 2 … Kickout!]

TAFF: “Wow! Mr McMartyn is so impressive here tonight! The strength! The power!”

[Mr McMartyn angrily stomps Acid into the mat, then turns and picks up a trashcan. As the Vice-President gets to her feet, her opponent nails her with the bin. Acid crouches on all fours in pain, allowing Clive to bring the can crashing down across her back. Once again Mr McMartyn raises the weapon high above his head to nail Acid, but takes far too long showing off to the crowd in doing so. Leaping up in to the air, Acid Dropkicks the trashcan right back into Clive’s face! As Acid recovers Mr McMartyn staggers to his feet- and Acid Bulldogs him face first into the STOP sign! Acid goes for the cover- 1 … 2 … No!]

GAV: “A close one there!”

TAFF: “Phew!!”

[A sluggish Mr McMartyn is slow to get to his feet, giving his opponent ample time to climb up to the top rope. Missile Dropkick by Acid! The fans go crazy as she covers her foe for the pin- 1 … 2 … NO! At the last moment, Mr McMartyn shoots a shoulder up. As the CWF President sprawls on the ground, Acid looks around to the crowd and signals the “Bon Jovi”- meaning her Soul Fly move is coming up! Suddenly, there is mass booing across the arena. The cameras quickly switch to the entrance ramp, where Andrew McMartyn is marching down with a steel chair in hand. Acid doesn’t seem to notice this new threat, and Andrew climbs into the ring wielding his weapon. McMartyn Junior swings the chair at Acid, who quickly grabs one of her own and swings it back at him, knocking Andrew’s own steel chair right back in his face!]

GAV: “Great move by Acid there!”

[The fans cheer raucously as Andrew is floored by the whiplash chair-shot, but Mr McMartyn gets up and nails Acid from behind. Another big Scoop Slam drives Acid to the mat, where Clive proceeds to choke the Vice-President, throttling her around the neck viciously until referee Adrian Davies is able to force the hold to be broken. Mr McMartyn turns and picks up a fire extinguisher, whilst meanwhile Andrew stumbles to his feet on the other side of Acid. Clive fires the dry ice from the extinguisher but Acid skillfully ducks, and Mr McMartyn blasts his own son with the spray! A Jawbreaker from the Vice-President flattens Clive to the mat, and Acid then turns her attention to Andrew, nailing the CWF Co-Owner with a chairshot that sends him tumbling through the ropes and out of the ring!]

GAV: “Fantastic! Acid is holding her own against both the McMartyn men, here!”

[Clive McMartyn rolls to the outside, clutching his jaw in pain. It doesn’t take long for his Vice-President to follow, however. Acid whips her foe into the crowd barricade, then launches a big Clothesline that sends both competitors toppling backwards over the barrier and into the crowd. The fans in Sophia Gardens go wild as Acid and Mr McMartyn fight within their midst, trading blows through the stands and back towards the ringside area. Again Acid whips the CWF Chairman to the barrier and again she charges, but this time, Clive is ready. The CWF President Back Body Drops Acid over his head, over the crowd wall and onto the thinly padded ringside floor!]

TAFF: “I can’t imagine the CWF without Mr McMartyn, Gav! It would be just terrible… almost as bad as eating salad!”

[McMartyn drags his enemy over to the announce table, and pulls off the protective covering. He tears Taff’s monitor from the table and slings it aside, then pulls Gavin Jones’ screen from the structure. Clive McMartyn measures Acid with the TV monitor and charges, but the Vice-Prez ducks! Mr McMartyn spins around, only to suffer a DDT to the concrete at the hands of the Women’s Champion! As Gav Jones and Taff scatter, Acid uses all her strength to roll the CWF Chairman onto the empty and uncovered announce table. Quickly, she climbs up onto the turnbuckle from the arena floor- and signals for the “Acid Burnz”! Out of nowhere, henchmen Ingham and Quarterman suddenly appear as Acid launches herself into space. The stooges each grab an arm and pull their boss off the announce desk and to safety as Acid performs her Corkscrew Moonsault in mid-air, only to crash right through the table herself!]

GAV: “Good God! Acid just leapt off the top turnbuckle, and smashed right through our commentary table! What carnage!”

[The action now reaches a standstill, as Vice-President Acid lies unmoving in the wreckage of the Redemption announce table. Mr McMartyn slumps in a heap nearby, gasping for breath outside the ring. Again we cut backstage to the watching superstars, all looking on intently as the match unfolds. Ingham and Quarterman roll their boss into the ring, as his son slowly crawls back in on the other side. The two stooges then scrape Acid out of the wreckage of the announce desk and fling her in at the feet of the McMartyns. Clive bellows out an order, and Ingham and Quarterman hurriedly rush around the ring and burrow beneath the apron, soon pulling out a wooden table! The fans pop big for the table, but boo loudly once they realise its intention. McMartyn’s henchmen are just finishing setting the furniture up when there is a loud cheer- Acid’s friends Fallon and Julia Parker are rushing to the ring!]

TAFF: “What the hell!”

[Fallon dives straight at Ingham and bowls him over, thrashing away madly on the stooge. Quarterman goes to save his colleague, but is waffled by a cookie tray wielded by Julia Parker! In the ring, Mr McMartyn and his son look on aghast at the destruction of their stooges at the hands of two women, and are so totally preoccupied by this they fail to notice Acid rising up behind them. A trashcan lid in each hand, Acid smashes them across the heads of the McMartyns simultaneously, then drops to her knees and delivers a double Low Blow! Acid connects with a Spinning Heel Kick that knocks Andrew McMartyn out of the ring again, as Fallon and Julia climb in. There is a huge cheer as all three women go to work on Clive McMartyn, all stomping him down into the mat viciously!]

TAFF: “Oh my god!! Mr McMartyn is being triple-teamed!”

GAV: “Wait a moment, who’s this?!”

[Out of the blue, Kid Punk and Deftonial run down to the ring and slide in. Kid Punk takes out Acid from behind, while Deftonial floors both Fallon and Julia with a Double Clothesline. There is loud booing as Kid Punk and Deftonial waistlock Fallon and Julia and drag the women kicking and screaming back up the ramp. The duo and their victims disappear into the back as the crowd buzzes angrily, leaving Mr McMartyn and Acid remaining in the ring. ]

GAV: “What the hell did Kid Punk and Deftonial want out here, that’s what I want to know!”

TAFF: “That witch Acid was about to fire them- wouldn’t you have something to say about that?!”

[Both opponents now stagger up at the same time, and Acid rocks Clive McMartyn with several hard punches. The Women’s Champion runs to the ropes, but Andrew McMartyn trips her from the outside and slams her face first into the canvas. Now Andrew is the one to search under the ring. A massive burst of heat rises from the crowd as Andrew pulls out a Sledgehammer! Mr McMartyn drags Acid to her feet and pins her arms behind her back, leaving the Vice-Prez helpless. Leisurely, Andrew McMartyn climbs into the ring and measures his long-time foe with the sledgehammer he holds in his hands. Andrew is about to take Acid’s head off using the weapon, when Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life” suddenly hits…]

GAV: “It’s Phil ‘The Man’ Leach! He made it!”

[Sure enough, Phil Leach comes storming down the entrance ramp towards the ring, fresh from the hotel bar he was lounging in. A few steps behind, Ruth Bowen strides towards the ring also. The crowd goes mental at the sight of their hero, but Mr McMartyn and Andrew freeze to watch with horror as The Gentleman Pimp makes his way towards them. Clive flings the barely conscious Acid to the mat and quickly bellows at Ingham and Quarterman to intercept the attack. The stooges rush forward to meet the rampaging Phil Leach, who quickly dispatches both of them with big “Swedes”. Phil leaps into the ring and makes towards the CWF Chairman, who gallantly shoves his son into Phil’s oncoming path. Andrew is floored by another huge Swede, and Phil charges the CWF President, bowling him over with a huge Pimp Clothesline. Mr McMartyn staggers up as Ruth watches triumphantly from the outside, and soon eats a second Pimp Clothesline from ‘The Man’. A Powerslam from Phil is followed by his dancing Pimp Leg Drop, leaving Mr McMartyn motionless on the canvas!]

TAFF: “I can’t believe this! How DARE Phil Leach interfere in this match! This is none of his concern!”

GAV: “When the ownership of the company is on the line Taff, it’s everyone’s concern!”

[Phil Leach spins around and is immediately met by Andrew McMartyn. The old foes engage vicious shots across the ring as the fans cheer and jeer madly. An eye gouge gives Andrew the upper hand, but Phil soon fights back with a flurry of hard chops to the chest, knocking the stumbling Andrew backwards into one of the corners. As the two superstars battle in the corner of the ring, Mr McMartyn and Acid both begin to stir on the other side. Both combatants are inching across the canvas, both trying to get hold of the sledgehammer in the centre of the ring!]

GAV: “Uh oh! I don’t like that sledgehammer in there!”

TAFF: “One shot with that thing could cave in your skull!”

[With Phil occupied with Andrew McMartyn, suddenly Ruth jumps into the ring and makes for the recovering owners. As Mr McMartyn places his hand on the sledgehammer, Ruth grabs it away from him to a huge cheer! Acid stumbles up to one knee to look on as Clive McMartyn slowly gets to his feet. Visibly burdened by the heavy weapon, Ruth sizes up the CWF Chairman as he rises. Clive turns around to find Ruth standing before him with the sledgehammer! Ruth flashes Clive McMartyn a wicked smile …]

GAV: “WHAT THE?!?!”

[Like lightning, Ruth swings around to face Acid instead- before the Vice-President knows how to react Ruth swings the sledgehammer at HER! The huge weapon smashes straight into Acid’s face, crushing her to the floor spectacularly! The crowd on hand buzzes with shock, whilst Mr McMartyn observes the damage Ruth has done, a massive and sick smile on his face. Phil Leach spins round, and finds the bleeding Acid lying at Ruth’s feet. The Gentleman Pimp shouts at his friend in confusion, yanking the sledgehammer out of her grip.]

TAFF: “I don’t get this at all!!”

GAV: “My God … I can’t believe Ruth has just smashed in Acid’s skull with that damn sledgehammer!”

[As Phil angrily confronts her, Ruth responds with a coy smile… then rears back and slaps the taste out of his mouth! The fans gasp, and Phil Leach is spun around on the spot from the force of the blow- right into a boot to the stomach from Andrew McMartyn! FINAL SOLUTION! With Phil down, Andrew and Ruth both watch with glee as Mr McMartyn climbs onto the unconscious Vice-President Acid – 1 … … 2 … … 3!!!!]

TAFF: “YES! YES! YES! YES! HALLELUJAH!”

GAV: “This can’t be happening!”

TAFF: “But it is!”

[The booming “No Chance” blasts through Sophia Gardens as an exhausted but triumphant Mr McMartyn is helped up by his son. Ruth stands aside and watches as father and son embrace in victory, laughing evilly at their fallen enemy. The ring is a scene of carnage, from Ingham and Quarterman sprawling on the outside, to the weapons littering the squared circle, to the destroyed announce desk at ringside. At Clive and Andrew’s feet, Acid lies in a bloody mess, totally still and unmoving. A groaning Phil is spread across the canvas, opened up and bloody too, feeling the effects of The Final Solution.]

TUCK: “The winner of this match- and the individual with TOTAL CONTROL over the CWF … MR MCMARTYN!!!!”

[Backstage we see the reactions of the watching roster. The Acid supporters cannot believe what has happened, and glare at the monitors with sad or angry expression on their faces. The wrestlers supporting Mr McMartyn, however, are jubilant, waving their hands in the air and cheering wildly. The cameras cut back to the arena where the celebrations are continuing. Puffing heavily, Clive McMartyn snatches the microphone away from Ralph Tuck and booms down victoriously at the now-ex Vice-President of the CWF.]

MCMARTYN: “ … Acid … looks like I showed you … who’s boss in the end, eh? Well now I have … total control of the CWF again, and I … have a couple of announcements to make. As my first announcement as 100% head of this company, let me say I take great pleasure in informing you that you are … FIRED!”

TAFF: “Ahahaha! Mr McMartyn just fired Acid! I love it! I love it!”

MCMARTYN: “And Acid, just before you get kicked out of this building for good, I have another surprise for you, and for Phil here. My second announcement as the undisputed President of this company is to introduce to you to the person that helped me win back my rightful control over the CWF … my DAUGHTER … RUTH MCMATYN!!”

GAV: “What!!!!”

[The arena is in stunned silence at this announcement. On the mat, Phil Leach moans and slumps down in anguish. Smiling evilly, Ruth strides across the ring and embraces Mr McMartyn, before both throw their arms around Andrew, too. The three reunited family members celebrate as they stand over the broken bodies of Acid and Phil Leach, the crowd now finding the voice to boo hatefully.]

TAFF: “The missing McMartyn… was a GIRL all along! Ruth is a McMartyn, through and through!”

GAV: “And could there be any fouler means to reveal this, Taff? Vice-President Acid is gone, and The Legacy Of Get Bent is finished! Mr McMartyn has total control over this company once again, and by God, with these three running things, nobody will be safe!! UNBELIEVABLE!”

[As Andrew, Clive and Ruth stand beside one another and raise their arms in triumph, Redemption fades out …]