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::TUESDAY NIGHT TURBULENCE::
MOSHER: "Hello, and welcome one and all to CWF Turbulence!" MEXICAN: "Hola, gringos!" [Before either can say another word, "Real American" starts up. The crowd let up a mighty roar as "The Huckster", the CWF's living legend, wanders out onto the stage, mic in hand. He strikes several poses, the fans continuing to cheer, until his music fades. A "Huck!" chant quickly rises, but Bob waves it away until it subsides. He prepares to speak.] MOSHER: "I wonder what Bob is out here to talk about?!" MEXICAN: "Nothing interesting, you can be sure!" HUCKSTER: "Hey brothers! I came out here today, not to talk about the match later on, but to talk about Shindig-slam!" [A great pop goes up on the mention of the PPV.] HUCKSTER: "When Andrew McMartyn set up a match to determine the title contender at Shindig-slam, he thought 'The Huckster' wouldn't want to win! He thought 'The Huckster' wouldn't want to face his friend for the belt! He thought 'The Huckster' would hold back and he would win the chance to take the belt! Well, one out of three ain't that bad! I don't want to fight 'The Man' at Shindig-slam! But when I have the choice of taking on 'The Gentleman Pimp' and a chance for the CWF title, or taking a fall for Andrew McMartyn, I don't think it's really much choice at all! 'The Man' and 'The Huckster' understand one another! We know that the rules change when the title's on the line! Neither Phil, nor I will be pulling any punches come Shindig-slam! We're both gonna give it all we got and only the better man will walk away with his head held high!" MOSHER: "Bob is promising a good title show at Shindig-slam!" HUCKSTER: "Now, McMartyn tried and failed! He missed his chance, so he wants to try and get his own back by sending some chumps called 'Grip' and 'Damian' to beat us down! Well, you're making one big mistake brother! 'The Man' and 'The Huckster' will put them in their places! We're gonna take out those pieces of trash, and we're both gonna go on to Shindig-slam to put on the best damn show any of the fans, any of the staff, hell anybody in the WORLD has ever seen! Yeah man!" [The old veteran strikes up his usual set of poses as "Real American" restarts. He cups his hand to his ear, listening to the cheering of his fans, then disappears backstage.] MOSHER: "Bob Jones sure seems confident as we approach Shindig-slam!" MEXICAN: "He won't be so cocky when Damian Ali and Hans Grip have finished with him later on!" MOSHER: "We'll just have to see!"
[Backstage. A CWF locker room. Present is CWF legend "The Huckster". A faint cheer is heard upon seeing this veteran. When Clive McMartyn walks into camerashot, a great boo rises up. Clive smiles darkly. "The Huckster" turns slowly and glares at Clive.] CLIVE: "So, Bob, - can I call you that?-, I see you're going up against Hans Grip and Damian Ali tonight! Should be tough, huh?" [Bob's eyes narrow at Clive's seemingly friendly conversation.] JONES: "What do you care, brother? And by the way, YOU can call 'The Huckster'!" CLIVE: "Now, now! No need to be so hostile! Just making sure you're okay! After all, you are one of my most profitable investments!" JONES: "I'm fine, brother! Now, I think you were about to leave!" CLIVE: "Can't we just have a friendly chat?! I just want to make sure you felt you could handle this match on your own! I mean, if you ever need any help, you know where I am..." JONES: "I know where you are, brother, and I ain't never gonna need your help! Now, why don't you leave?!" CLIVE: "At least take me seriously! Do you remember the good old days, when 'The Huckster' wasn't just the biggest name IN the business, it was the name OF the business? What a shame those days are over. Don't you agree...?" JONES: "What are you trying to pull?! 'The Huckster' is as big a name in this business as any will ever be!" CLIVE: "Do you really believe that? Do you really feel you're on top of the world? The way you used to be?! Listen, I can help you be the best again! I can help you be the greatest there has ever been! The greatest there ever will be! How can you pass that up?!" JONES: "You better go, NOW! Don't you DARE come near 'The Huckster' again! If I ain't the greatest anymore, then that's 'cos the fans have found themselves a new icon, and I wish him the best of luck! 'The Huckster' believes in the fans, brother, and they know the difference between right and wrong! You don't seem to! I'll tell you! I am right, YOU are wrong! Got it?!" CLIVE: "You're making a mistake, you old fool! You'll regret crossing me! Bet on it!" [Clive shoots "The Huckster" one final venomous gaze, then turns and leaves.]
[Backstage, Rabbi Dobba is wandering about giving random blessings to the people who pass. Eventually, he reaches the catering table and water cooler where Tyrant and Big T are standing talking. The Rabbi slides up to them...] RBD: "Blessings upon you, my children! What a fine day this is for a wrestling competition!" [Both Tyrant and Big T raise eyebrows.] RBD: "May I bless you both with the light of Righteous Justice?" TYRANT: "Urm.." BIG T: "Huh?" [Before both can refuse, the Rabbi blesses the two men in the traditional way- he slaps Tyrant and Big T over the back of their heads, then he kisses their noses, and then he stomps on their feet. Then the Rabbi then utters some gibberish before smiling at the two men. There is a long silence as the two men stare at the Rabbi angrily.] RBD: "You have been blessed my children! Rejoice!" BIG T: "Rejoice! I'll 'rejoice' you in a minute!" TYRANT: "Please- let me!" RBD: "Rejoicings? Then let us pr..." [Before the Rabbi can finish his sentence, Tyrant punches him in the face and then powerbombs him through the catering table, sending food flying everywhere. Tyrant and Big T then look down on the Rabbi, who looks upset and hurt...] TYRANT: "That's rejoicing for you!" [Big T and Tyrant walk off, leaving the Rabbi sitting in a mess on the floor.]
[On the McMartynTron, Clint Hill can be seen striding purposefully down a corridor backstage. He slams open a dressing room door to reveal Andy Morgan talking to Disco Stu as he gets ready for his match.] SCAM: ...and then hit him with your knee stomp, whatever the hell you call it. Just keep working on one part of the body, and don't get caught up - he's much stronger than you. (He then realises Hill is stood in the doorway) What the hell are you doing here, I should knock you out stone cold for coming here like this! HILL: I could ask the same of you, you're not even fighting tonight. Helping out your little boyfriend is it? Well tips won't help him, he's gonna lose anyway. This worm can't even fight! I don't know how he got into the federation, but he can't wrestle! SCAM: He'll do it. He's got his skills. He's just...not a strong man. Anyway, I'm just giving him a helping hand. I don't wanna see him get a beating like you gave him again. HILL: Sympathy, from you? I would never have thought it. So the "Stone Cold" heart has warmed then. Well I'm gonna do it again. This runt cost me a match against you Morgan. I had you beat and you know it. I'm gonna make him pay. I'm gonna teach him not to interfere in my matches. SCAM: I've already punished him for that. I had you beat Hill, and he stole my thunder. I've learnt a lot in my time away though. In the ghetto, you don't survive alone. And loyalty is important. I may not pretend to like this little runt, but it looks like I owe him. And I will NOT see him get killed in the ring. Certainly not by some no good jobber who thinks he had me beat. Stone Cold Andy Morgan would have won that match with or without Stu. And I'm gonna prove it. I'm willing to take time out from my title shot to prove, once and for all, that I am unbeatable. I will kick your pultry white-boy ass across this ring yet again to prove my superiority once more. You and me, Hill. Again. HILL: (smiling) Good. The chance I need to prove my ability. By beating, once again, this federation's "living legend". You got your rematch Morgan, just me and you. You can leave your boyfriend at home this time. Oh, and Morgan? One more thing. As Andy turns back towards Clint, he reacts just in time to catch Hill's fist in front of his face. Andy then kicks Hill and delivers a trademark Stunner. He kicks the groaning Hill out of the door into the corridor and closes it, turning back to Stu. SCAM: So anyway, stay out of grapples tonight white-boy; you're just not good enough yet... [The McMartynTron fades out on the dressing room scene to the cheer of fans.]
CWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP ['Flash by Queen' by Queen plays and the Blue Flash appears at the top of the ramp. He starts posing for the crowd before strutting down the ramp when suddenly Kid Punk comes charging down the ramp behind him and takes him down with a clothesline to the back of the head! Kid Punk then drags the Blue Flash towards the ring and slides him in the ring and follows him. Punk whips Flash against the ropes and waits for him to return but Flash ducks his clothesline and gives him a swinging neckbreaker! Flash then gets to his feet and drops a big elbow on Punk. Referee Phil Jefferies calls for the bell...] [DING! DING! DING!] MOSHER: "Great start by the Blue Flash!" MEXICAN: "Maybe, but what an entrance by Kid Punk!" [Flash waits for Punk to get up and then gives him a reverse DDT and tries an early pin...]
[..1..]
[Flash climbs to his feet and waits for Punk to rise before attempting a superkick but Punk clutches at Flash’s foot and then dropkicks him causing Flash to crash down on the mat. Punk then poses to the crowd who just boo and then start to throw their drinks at him. Punk ignores them and goes to climb the top rope. He then looks to Flash, who is climbing to his feet, and jumps off looking for a cross body block but Flash catches him in mid-air and gives him a fall away slam! Punk crashes off the mat and rolls out the ring to get out of danger but Flash slides out the ring and goes after the Crazy Punk. He grabs him from behind and rams his face into the steel steps! Flash then whips Punk into the crowd barricades causing his ribs to smash against them! Flash then grabs Punk from behind and then gives him a German suplex onto the mat and then slides in the ring leaving Punk in a crippled heap on the outside. The Blue Flash poses for the crowd, but as he is doing so Kid Punk reaches underneath the ring and puls out a steel chair. He then sneaks back into the ring and goes to nail Flash with the chair, but Flash notices Kid Punk just in time and kicks him in the mid section. Kid Punk drops the chair and is pulled between Flash's legs. Flash attempts a powerbomb. But with Punk in the air Punk wriggles free and gives the Blue Flash a hurricanrana and keeps it held in for a pin...]
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[..Kick Out!]
[Kid Punk then jumps up to his feet and dropkicks Flash down on his return and Punk then locks in the figure-four leg lock on Flash and he starts yelling out in pain and looks like he's about to tap out, but suddenly starts dragging himself to the ropes and stretches out an arm and slings it across the bottom rope! The referee pulls Punk off, but Punk isn’t happy and starts arguing the referee’s decision. The referee argues back so Punk pushes him! Sid Jefferies, well known for standing up to wrestlers, pushes Punk back and he stumbles backwards into a roll up from Flash!]
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[..No! Kid Punk pushes out of the pin!]
[Flash gets to his feet and waits for Punk. When Punk gets up he is greeted with a flurry of punches by Flash knocking him into the corner. Flash then pulls Punk up to the top rope and then gets to the top rope himself. He then takes a breath and gives Punk an overhead belly-to-belly suplex off the top rope! Punk then goes flying down to the ring and crashes with a thud! The Blue Flash then turns around and leaps off the top rope, landing on Punk with a leg drop! Punk holds his neck, gasping for air, as Flash gets up and signals to the crowd that this is the end for Kid Punk. Punk gets up and is dazed. He walks right into Flash and Flash gives him the 'Sudden Flash' and he covers Kid Punk...]
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[..Foot on the rope!]
[Flash can’t believe that Kid Punk continues to kick out! He stands up and starts to kicks down on the laid out Kid Punk. Kid Punk rolls out the side of the ring and crashes down on the mat. He's decided he's had enough Canuck gets up but then decides he has had enough and goes searching beneath the ring. He walks around to Ralph Tuck, who is holding onto the Hardcore title belt and grabs it from him. Kid Punk slides back into the ring, bounces off the ropes and nails the Blue Flash with the Hardcore title! Flash goes down instantly. Kid Punk throws down the belt and grabs the chair that he brought into the ring earlier. He begisn assualting the fallen superhero with various chair shots to the body before going upstairs and peforming a corkscrew from the top of the turnbuckle and going straight into the pin...]
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[DING! DING! DING!]
TUCK: "Winner of the match and STILL the CWF Hardcore Champion... KID PUNK!!!"
[Kid Punk grabs the Hardcore belt from Sid Jefferies and disappears out of the ring as 'Dyesentary Gary' plays. The Blue Flash is a bloody mess in the middle of the ring.]
MEXICAN: "So much for the Bleu Flash's magnificent return!"
MOSHER: "Certainly no love lost between Kid Punk and Flash either!"
[At the makeup and hair area along one of the Newport Centre corridors, the CWF’s make-up girl Jenny has just finished preparing McMartyn valet Natasha with a fresh top-up of plastering cosmetics. As the valet gets up and strides off down the corridor, Jenny calls out for her next client.]
JENNY: "NEXT!!"
[At exactly the same time, CWF divas Fallon and Asya walk on screen and try and sit in the make up chair. They both crash into each other as they try and squeeze into the seat first.]
ASYA: "Hey! What do you think you’re doing?"
FALLON: "What do you think YOU’RE doing? I was here first!"
ASYA: "Huh! As if! It’s … my … turn!!"
FALLON: "Look, just because you need it more than I do, monkey features!"
ASYA: "Wha … what did you say?!?"
[SMACK! Asya angrily clouts Fallon in the face as Jenny flees in fright. SLAM! Fallon angrily clouts Asya back one. The two divas launch at each other and tussle to the floor, clawing and scratching at one another angrily. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrap around Fallon’s waist and pull her off. It’s none other than Rabbi Bernie Dobba!]
RABBI: "Hey, hey calm down my little sister … this cat fighting- it’s not very righteous!"
[Meanwhile, a helping hand is extended to Asya to help her to her feet. The arm pulls Asya in close as she receives a huge hug from her helper.]
SHUCK: "Ooooh! You smell sooooo good, like, uhm, monkey nuts!"
ASYA: "Eeek! Who are you?"
[The lady pulls herself from the Shuck’s somewhat manic grip as a confused Rabbi and Fallon look on.]
SHUCK: "I’m the Shuck, and I think you’re hot!!! Mm, you’re almost as hot as … sardines!!"
ASYA: "Riiiight…."
FALLON: "Ha Asya, looks like you’re stuck with a real freak there!"
ASYA: "Oh, you’re one to talk Ms Teenage Zombie brain! You’ve got that creepy Jew following you round!"
RABBI: "Creepy?! I resent that!"
SHUCK: "… Woof! Jews taste like picture frames!"
ALL: "SHUT UP!"
ASYA: "Look you little bitch, if you’ve got some sort of problem with me, I suggest we sort in out in the ring … this Thursday on Redemption!"
FALLON: "Fine by me!"
RABBI: "And just to let you know, I’m going to be in her corner Asya, so don’t try any funny business!"
ASYA: "Oh yeah … well … well I’m going to have this guy in my corner on Thursday, whoever he is, so watch the hell out, OK?"
FALLON: "Fine!"
ASYA: "Fine!"
[Fallon and the Rabbi storm off, leaving Asya standing uncomfortably next to The Shuck. The eccentric superstar sidles up to his new female friend. ]
SHUCK: "POODLES!!"
ASYA: "What?!"
[Backstage, CWF trainer and living legend Mrs Handley is standing out in a corridor watching two young female talents grappling in a ring inside a large room, beyond the big window she is peering through. Suddenly, Andrew McMartyn walks up and stands beside her, watching alongside her as the girls battle. Mrs Handley reels back in fright at this sudden appearance.]
ANDREW: "Mmm, certainly promising. The one in the blue could do with work on that dropkick though … very sloppy!"
[Mrs Handley begins to back off in fear.]
MRS H: "Look, please Andrew, don’t hurt me … I’m a mature lady, and not an active competitor like all the rest of them around here … just keep away, please…"
[McMartyn looks mortified at this notion.]
ANDREW: "ME? Hurt YOU? Oh please, Mrs H, I have more chivalry than to beat up- if you excuse me- a lady who’s certainly getting on in years. Why, you’ve taught me so much over the years, Mrs H, all that history between us … I’m not going to hit you over the head with a block of wood or anything! No, I just came to ask if you know where Pete is. We really need to get this little tiff of ours sorted out and clear the air, you see."
[The veteran women’s grappler looks relieved. She beams at her young protégé warmly.]
MRS H: "Oh, I knew Ruth and the others were wrong about you, you’re SUCH a lovely boy, really. I’m sorry Andrew, but I haven’t seen Pete all day."
ANDREW: "Oh gosh darnit, that really is a pain, you know. Say Mrs H, I don’t suppose you could pass on a message to Pete for me?"
MRS H: "Oh why yes, of course …"
ANDREW: "This is FAR from over …"
[Out of the blue, Andrew McMartyn grabs Mrs Handley around the waist and neck and literally HURLS her through the massive observation window behind them. The huge pane of glass smashes into a thousand pieces as the frail trainer is thrown through it. The training girls scream in terror and flee as the splinters of glass tumble all around the lifeless form of Mrs Handley, her body sliced into shreds by hundreds of lacerating pieces of glass. Andrew McMartyn coldly looks down at the bloody and broken lady, then swaggers offscreen, cackling hysterically.]
Disco Stu vs Deftonial
Throughout the match, Deftonial punished the hapless Disco Stu with both his brute strength, and the assortment of hardcore weapons at ringside. As the end drew near and the battered and bruised Disco Stu was hoisted up for the finish, Stone Cold Andy Morgan hit the ring and nailed Deftonial with a huge Stunner!
Andy dragged the unconscious Disco Stu onto Deftonial before rampaging back up the ramp. Disco Stu unknowingly pinned his opponent, and became the No. 1 Contender for the Hardcore Title! In the back, an angry Clint Hill watched a TV monitor with disgust as Stu celebrated his win!
[The scene opens backstage. We are treated to a shot of Phil Leach, the CWF champion walking purposefully down a corridor. A pop goes up from the ring at his appearance, but quickly fades as Clive McMartyn, CWF co-owner appears in front of him. Phil stops abruptly. He stares suspiciously at Clive. Clive smiles warmly, well as warmly as he can. Phil's expression does not change.]
CLIVE: "Mr Leach! Nice to see you!"
PHIL: "You must be joking! It's never nice for me to see you!"
CLIVE: "Come now, don't be so harsh! I only wanted to talk to the number one guy in my CWF! How are things? Not worried about tonight's match?"
PHIL: "Worried?! About those two? No fear!"
CLIVE: "Sure?! Hans Grip is an unbeaten IC champion! Ali is a former hardcore champ! That's a pretty impressive record! Plus they both have managers! Someone to 'back you up', when you need some 'cheering on'! You don't, do you? Haven't you ever wanted someone to watch your back? To stick by you, no matter what happens? Some who could 'tip the scales' in your favour- I mean psychologically, of course! Imagine if the CWF champion and the CWF creator were to join forces! We'd be unstoppable! Why, you'd be the man everyone respected purely on reputation! Can you imagine that?! Wouldn't it be wonderful?"
PHIL: "You sneaky bugger! You reckon you can use your flowery words and cheap tricks to try and force me into making a deal with you?! You can go stuff that idea where the sun don't shine! 'The Gentleman Pimp' never lets his fans down, and trust me when I say 'you are a big disappointment to them'!"
CLIVE: "So, that's the way it is, huh?! You young punks should learn to show some damn respect! I know more about this business than all of the roster combined! You're gonna regret turning me down like that! I hope you get beaten to a pulp later on! Hans Grip and Damian Ali are gonna turn the two of you into, forgive the pun, swiss cheese!"
PHIL: "You never learn, do you? I don't care what you threaten me with! I am gonna do what I have to do to uphold the honour of all pimps in the land! You can get out of my way before a different kind of swede turns you into a quivering heap of jelly, comprende?!"
[Clive, wisely, steps aside. He glowers at Phil as the champion struts past him, chin held high. Clive scowls after "The Gentleman Pimp" as he walks out of camera shot, then turns and walks the other way.]
Andrew McMartyn vs Eddie Jones
TUCK: "Making his way to the ring first, weighing 264 lbs..."
["Turn It Up" starts up. The fans leap to their feet, giving a massive pop. Edward Jones appears beneath the McMartyntron. He shows off his old dancing taunt, then continues his path to the ring. The fans continue to give an ovation for the youngest son of "The Huckster".]
TUCK: "...EDWARD JONES!"
MEXICAN: "Whats going on, gringo?! Why do these freaks cheer for him?!"
MOSHER: "Well, probably because he's the first one to properly stand up to Andrew McMartyn! He showing some real courage by stepping out here today!"
MEXICAN: "That's not courage, he's just stupid! He has no hope of overcoming Andrew!"
[When "Control" hits the PA, the crowd leap to their feet once again. This time, however, they let off a series of boos and jeers.]
TUCK "And his opponent, weighing ___ lbs..."
[McMartyn Jr struts out onto the stage, a confident grin covering his face. Natasha follows closely, but keeps a visible distance between herself and Andrew.]
TUCK: "...ANDREW MCMARTYN!"
MEXICAN: "Here's the man they SHOULD be cheering for!"
MOSHER: "A recap for those watching at home; this match is, of course, a result of Andrew's recent unprovoked assaults on CWF staff members. During our last Redemption show we saw Andrew smash Eddie over the head with that wooden club."
MEXICAN: "What do you mean 'unprovoked'?! Those staff members should show Andrew more respect! He had no choice but to resort to violence!"
MOSHER: "No choice?! Don't talk such rubbish!"
[As Andrew steps into the ring, even the referee and Mr Tuck give him a wide berth. Eddie remains in his corner, glaring at Andrew. The cocky co-owner just smirks back at him. Andrew hops about the ring for a few moments, just waiting for his music to come to a close.]
MOSHER: "Even the ref is scared to go near Andrew!"
MEXICAN: "Scared?! No, gringo, he's just overwhelmed by that McMartyn charisma!"
[The fans start up a chant of "Andrew sucks!" just prior to the start of the match. Eddie claps his hands above his head, urging them on. Andrew's smile quickly fades.]
MOSHER: "Eddie certainly has the crowd behind him in this match!"
[The referee calls for the bell. The two men move in to lock up. Andrew feints to the side and nails a stiff jab. Another! Eddie staggers. Andrew hits a third jab, then floors Edward with an overhand punch. As the young McMartyn reaches down to pull his chubby foe to his feet, Eddie hits a throat thrust, sending Andrew reeling, then floors him with a clothesline. This gets another huge pop. Andrew gets back to his feet with a shocked expression. This quickly reverts to anger. He approaches Eddie more cautiously this time. They tie up. Edward applies an armwringer, but Andrew instantly counters into one of his own. Edward turns it round again, trapping Andrew in a side headlock. McMartyn shoves Eddie into the ropes, leapfrogs him on the rebound, then hits a monkey toss. Andrew doesn't let up, immediately locking on a reverse chinlock.]
MOSHER: "Edward is putting up a good fight! He's really giving Andrew a run for his money!"
MEXICAN: "Hah! He has no chance of beating Andrew! He's been out of the ring for too long! Andrew is in peak fighting form!"
[Edward looks to be fading in Andrew's hold. The referee crouches beside him and raises his arm. It falls, limply. The ref lifts his arm a second time. It falls again.]
MOSHER: "Things are looking bad for Edward!"
[The referee slowly raises Eddie's arm for one final time and lets it go. The arm starts to fall, but stops. Suddenly, Eddie seems to be shaking with energy. He forces himself to his feet. He sticks Andrew with an elbow in the gut. Another. A third. Eddie breaks Andrew's grip, then plants him with a jawbreaker.]
MOSHER: "Incredible! Eddie just powered out of Andrew's hold!"
[Eddie moves in to stand Andrew up, but the wily McMartyn low blows him. Andrew hits a headlock takedown. He pulls Edward back up, and, with a yell of effort, scoop slams his heavier foe. Edward lands with a loud crash. Andrew lets up a loud "Whooo!", then clamps on a figure four leglock. Edward cries out.]
MOSHER: "Andrew is keeping up the pressure, here! Not letting Edward catch a break!"
MEXICAN: "See! I knew Andrew would wear him down! Edward has no chance!"
[Despite the pain he is in, Edward still has the wits to drag himself towards the ropes. He reaches out with all his might, the crowd yelling encouragement, and makes it! The referee orders Andrew to break the hold. Andrew refuses.]
MOSHER: "What's up?! Andrew is refusing to let Edward go!"
[The referee finally manages to pull Andrew off Eddie. The young McMartyn gets up with a scowl on his face. He gives the ref a hard shove and starts yelling at him. The referee shouts back at him, just making Andrew more angry. Andrew looks about ready to knock the ref's head off, but restrains himself. He decides to vent his anger on Edward instead. McMartyn Jr turns back to Eddie just in time to meet a huge cross body block. Andrew is flattened under Edward's awesome weight. He struggles to break free as the referee counts:
One.
Two.
No! With a surge of energy, Andrew rolls Edward off his chest.]
MEXICAN: "Whoah! I never thought Andrew would lift a weight like that!"
[Andrew staggers to his feet, still gasping from being crushed under Eddie's bulk. Edward also gets to his feet. He goes after Andrew right away. Eddie charges, but Andrew catches him with a drop toe hold. Jones hits the mat face first.]
MOSHER: "Ooh! That was some hard impact Eddie felt then!"
MEXICAN: "He walked right into that one! Not only can senor McMartyn out-wrestle him, he can out-think him too!"
[Andrew pulls him up, then lays him out with a frontface DDT. He lays some stomps on Edward's head, driving him towards the corner. Andrew then steps between the ropes and hops out of the ring.]
MEXICAN: "Where's senor Andrew off to, eh?"
[Andrew takes hold of one of Eddie's legs and positions him such that one leg is either side of the ringpost. The young McMartyn then smashes the hapless Edward's knee into the steel post. Eddie cries out in pain and rolls back to the middle of the ring. Andrew climbs back in.]
MEXICAN: "Andrew is really favouring the submissions in this match!"
MOSHER: "He seems to just want to hurt Edward, he doesn't care about winning!"
[McMartyn goes to work stomping on Edward's injured leg. He hoists him up, taking hold of one foot, and nails a dragon screw. Edward's knee twists at a painful angle and he crashes to the mat.]
MOSHER: "Andrew is systematically weakening that knee, ready for his famed 'Ankle Lock' no doubt!"
[Andrew drags Eddie up again into the same position, ready to repeat the move, but Edward starts bouncing on his other foot, then, with enormous effort, he clobbers Andrew with a huge enziguri. The young co-owner falls to the canvas holding onto his head. Edward is very red faced, and his knee is giving him obvious trouble. Andrew is breathing hard, but seems in much better shape.]
MOSHER: "This has really taken its toll on both men! I don't know how much longer either can hold on!"
[Both of them find their feet together, Edward limping visibly. Andrew strikes first, but Eddie blocks. He nails Andrew with a series of hard right hands, driving him to the ropes. He whips the young McMartyn to the opposite ropes, looking for a lariat. Andrew, however, has other plans. He recovers while moving and catches Eddie off guard with a dropkick to the knee. This causes Edward to cry out as he drops to the mat. Andrew takes hold of his foe's injured leg and lets off a piercing "Whoo!". Before he can lock on a hold, Edward powers out. He boots McMartyn in the face, knocking him to the floor.]
MOSHER: "Could Edward be making a comeback?!"
MEXICAN: "No! Do something Andrew!"
[Edward quickly pulls Andrew back up and drills him with a samoan drop. He gets to his feet once more and pulls Andrew up, looking for a suplex. Andrew counters! He lands upright behind Edward, trapping him in a back grapple. Eddie elbows Andrew in the face and slips around behind him, trapping the wily McMartyn in a back grapple. Andrew counters again, nailing a low blow with the heel of his foot. Edward releases him and doubles up. Andrew spins around quickly. He sticks Eddie's head between his knees.]
MEXICAN: "Yes! Andrew's gonna finish him!"
MOSHER: "Can he do it?! He's going for the 'Final Solution'!"
[Before Andrew can pull off the move, Edward counters yet again. He lifts Andrew up for a back body drop, but Andrew escapes. He slides off Eddie's shoulders and lands behind him. Andrew locks on a headlock, lets out another "Whoo!", then plants Eddie with a bulldog.]
MOSHER: "What an incredible display of technical wrestling by these two men!"
MEXICAN: "I knew senor McMartyn would come off better in the end!"
[Andrew bounces to his feet again. He runs to the corner and jumps to the top of the ringpost, his back to the ring.]
MOSHER: "A daring move by McMartyn! I don't think this is such a good idea!"
[Andrew leaps into the air backwards, looking for his moonsault. He connects with great force, unfortunately, he fails to connect with Eddie's body, instead meeting his knees first. Andrew rolls about on the canvas, holding his stomach. Edward himself seems to have further injured his bad leg by blocking the move. Both men have slowed down a lot now. Both are breathing heavily, and Edward can barely stand on his one leg. They start trading punches. Andrew staggers! He comes back with a big right! Eddie staggers! He throws a big punch of his own! Andrew ducks the blow, slipping round behind Eddie! Jones spins round to follow him, only to be handed a low blow. This time Andrew acts more quickly. He drags Eddie into position and jumps into the air. Smash! Edward's head is driven into the mat.]
MEXICAN: "It's all over now, capitano! Andrew's got it!"
[Andrew immediately jumps over Edward's dazed form, firmly grips one of his feet, then locks on his dreaded 'Ankle Lock'. Edward screams in agony!]
MOSHER: "The 'Ankle Lock'! How long can Edward last?!"
[Amazingly, Edward is not tapping yet. Instead, he grits his teeth and claws his way to the side of the ring. He reaches out, just short. He stretches hard, barely an inch from the ropes. The strain is evident on Andrew's face as he cries out with effort.]
MEXICAN: "Tap! Tap! Tap!"
MOSHER: "Stretch! Stretch!"
[Finally, after over a minute in the hold, Edward collapses to the mat, tapping frantically, his face contorted in suffering. Andrew gets to his feet, panting rapidly. The referee lifts Andrew's arm up for the win as "Control" booms into the arena.]
TUCK: "Here is your winner … ANDREW MCMARTYN!!"
MOSHER: "Hey come on! What’s the matter with you?!"
[Andrew has now clamped his Anklelock back onto Eddie, who lies helplessly on the mat as his foot is contorted sickenly out of position. Referee Dennis Morgan orders McMartyn to release the hole, but simply gets shoved to the mat for his troubles. Andrew continues to tear at the injured body part of the trainer, before suddenly relinquishing the hold. The CWF Co-Owner slides under the ropes and marches around the ringside area to the timekeepers table, then grabs the ring bell!]
MEXICAN: "Aye carumba! Senor McMartyn has snapped again!"
[Andrew McMartyn climbs back into the ring and stands above Edward who is struggling to stand to his feet, the heavy steel ring bell hovering ominously above Jones’ head. Andrew looks set to cave in the trainer’s skull with his latest weapon when a huge cheer suddenly goes up in the building; ‘DSP’ Pete Nancollis is rushing to the ring! Andrew seems ready for such an attack, and cradles the ring bell as Pete slides into the ring and starts for him. McMartyn lunges with the weapon, but Pete Nancollis deftly ducks the shot. Andrew spins around from the sheer force of his attack, and DSP locks on his much vaunted Secret Squirrel manoeuvre!]
MOSHER: "Amazing! It’s the Secret Squirrel!!"
MEXICAN: "Oh no!! Look, essa!!"
[Pete Nancollis has his deadly submission locked in tightly, leaving Andrew McMartyn no option but to tap out wildly! A huge cheer goes up as Pete releases the hold, and Andrew slumps to the floor holding himself in pain. With a quick check on Edward’s status, the CWF’s Head Trainer turns to glare coldly at his tormentor lying wounded on the floor, then exits the ring and marches back up the ramp. As Natasha looks in horror from the outside, Andrew McMartyn lies unmoving and overawed by the effect of the infamous Secret Squirrel!]
[Gavin Jones is standing by backstage with Fallon just moments before her match against Felicia for the CWF Women's title.]
GAV: "Well, Fallon, you're about to meet one of the most vicious female competitors in the CWF at present. How do you feel?"
FALLON: "First things first- I don't give a hoot about that bitch-face, Felicia! She's just another victim to add to my wall of pain as far as I'm concerned. Non one- and I mean NO ONE- messes with my friends and gets away with it! Acid, I won't let you, or Julia, down!"
GAV: "Pretty strong words. Did Acid put you up to this?"
FALLON: "No, I requested this match. Acid had nothing to do with it. Even if don't win the belt, I'm still gonna give Felicia a fairly good beating. I know Acid will get her shot at Shindig so her personal revenge is sorted. This match about Julia Parker- this beating will be for Julia!"
GAV: "Any other comments?"
FALLON: "Yeah..."
[The crowd in the arena cheers and applauds at Fallon plants a kiss on Gav's cheek and walks off saying...]
FALLON: "You should be honoured! You've just been kissed by the Teenage Zombie!"
[Gav is a taken a back, and for the first time in forever has nothing to say.]
[In the locker room of one Stone Cold Andy Morgan, the CWF superstar himself has begrudgingly granted Gav Jones an interview. Andy sits and swigs beer impatiently as Gav drivels on excitedly.]
GAV: "Stone Cold Andy Morgan … tonight we saw some more fantastic interference from you, once again coming to the aid of Disco Stu. Could you tell us, what exactly is the nature of your relationship with Disco Stu and what are your motives behind helping him win matches against individuals undeniably more experienced that him?!"
SCAM: "Relationship? I don’t know what you’re trying to imply you goofy little bastard, but Stone Cold Andy Morgan has never had any sort of "relationship" with Disco Stu, nor does he ever intend to! What I’m doing is simp-"
STU: "Stone Cold! Stone Cold!"
[Stone Cold Andy Morgan is cut off as Disco Stu bursts into the room, looking exhausted from his earlier battle against Deftonial. Stu fixes Andy with a serious look as he addresses his somewhat unorthodox guardian angel.]
STU: "Look cat, I appreciate you looking out for me and all, especially seeing as I seem to get my ass kicked every time I go out there, but what you did tonight, man, that was too much. Thanks to you I’m now the No 1 Contender for the Hardcore Title, and I find out I’m taking on Kid Punk for that title in two days time at Redemption. Man, I can’t be cool with that!"
SCAM: "What you talking about you little seventies throwback? Come on boy, spit it out!"
STU: "What I guess I’m trying to say is this; I didn’t win that No.1 Contenders match tonight, YOU did. It’s not fair for me to take the glory. I’m forfeiting the chance to become champ on Thursday and Andy, cat, I want to give that chance to you."
SCAM: "Hhmm, No 1 Contender eh? You want me to wrestle the Punk Kid on Redemption? Well, an ass kickings an ass kicking, title or no title. Hell yeah, I’ll take it. But I don’t you out there screwing things up for me right? You stay here out of sight and out of trouble!"
STU: "Got it!"
GAV: "Well folks, how BRILLIANT is that? Disco Stu forfeits his chance to become Hardcore Champion over to his friend Stone Cold Andy Morgan, who will face the Hardcore Champion Kid Punk on Redemption this Thursday. Smashing!!"
CWF WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP
['She was a Teenage Zombie!' The first lyrics of the song scream out over the arena as Fallon appears from behind the curtain. She waves to the crowd before walking down the ramp and climbing into the ring.]
TUCK: "The following contest is schedule for one fall and is for the CWF Women's championship. Introducing first, from Leicester... FALLON!!!"
MOSHER: "Fallon's only been with us for a couple of weeks, but already she's starting to show potential as a CWF Superstar!"
MEXICAN: "Si amigo, but maybe she's had a ittle help from her friend in management, no?"
[The house lights go red and a scream is heard over the PA. "Bodies" by Drowning Pool begins to play and when the chant ends and the real music hits out comes Felicia with the Women's Belt draped over her shoulder to a mixed reaction, they don't know wheter to hate her or drool over her. She blows a mock kiss at the crowd before she gives them a huge "up yours" motion before going down to the ring tauting the fans as she passes.]
TUCK: "And her opponent, the CWF Women's Champion... FELICIA!!!"
[Felicia wastes no time in getting started. She throws down her belt on the outside of the ring, dives in and immediatel starts pummelling an unsuspecting Fallon with punches. Gary Willis quickly calls for the bell as Ralph Tuck picks up the Women's Belt for safe keeping as Felicia gets Fallon into a headlock.]
[DING! DING! DING!]
[Fallon suddenly starts to show resistance and is now battling out of the headlock and out of nowhere gives Felicia a jawbreaker! Felicia topples backwards and lies on the mat, as Fallon tries to get the blood back to her strained head. Fallon climbs to her feet and so does Felicia. Fallon is waiting with a dropkick and Felicia stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle. Fallon corners Felicia and starts pummeling at her in the corner. Fallon then whips Felicia to the opposite corner and runs after her in the corner but Felicia stops her in her tracks by dodging out the corner and fallon runs right into it. Felicia then turns her around and pulls her up to the top turnbuckle. She then climbs the turnbuckle himself and goes for a superplex but Fallon struggles free of Felicia’s grip and kicks her hard in the gut causing Felicia to drop backwards onto the mat! Fallon then flies off the top rope with a shooting star press! She then hooks Felicia’s leg...]
[..1..]
MOSHER: "So close for Fallon! She alsmost had it!"
[Fallon pulls Felicia up and gives her a few shots to the head before attempting a suplex but Felicia knees her in the midsection and gives Fallon a body slam! She then runs off the ropes and drops a big leg drop on Fallon! Felicia then gives some boots to Fallon until the referee separates them. Fallon uses the ropes to get to her feet. Felicia drags the referee out the way but when she goes for a clothesline, Fallon ducks and tosses Felicia over the ropes to the outside! Fallon then slides out the ring herself and goes for Felicia. She grabs the rising Felicia and starts to beat Felicia’s head against the crowd barricades. She then leads her over to the announcer’s table and pulls the monitors out of the table...]
MOSHER: "Hell hath no fury or what, Mex?"
MEXICAN: "Indeed, butI think we'd better move, amigo!"
[Fallon drags Felicia across the table but the referee slides out the ring and starts arguing with Fallon and drags Felicia off the announce table. Fallon isn’t happy and grabs the Women's Title Belt from Ralph Tuck, slamming it across the back of the referee's head!]
MOSHER: "What is she doing?! She's messing up her chances to win the title!"
[Fallon then slams it across Felicia’s head as well knocking her to the floor. Fallon then pulls Felicia across to the ring and pulls her in the ring getting in herself. She then starts giving the boots to Felicia on the mat before retreating away and letting Felicia get up. But when Felicia gets up Fallon bounces off the ropes opposite and gives her the Contradanza (Hurricanrama) and covers her, but the there is no referee! But then suddenly, Sid Jefferies comes charging down the ramp and he slides in the ring, counting the pin...]
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..No! Gary Willis has pulled Sid Jefferies out the ring!]
MOSHER: "Uh oh! Conflicting opinions between referess I believe!"
[Gary Willis starts arguing with Sid Jefferies. Fallon sees her chance and grabs the Women's title belt off the mat and comes back in the ring. She watches Felicia get up but when she lunges at her with the belt, Felicia gives her a big boot sending the belt right back in Fallon’s face! At this time gary Willis gets back in the ring and Jefferies leaves ringside. Felicia covers Fallon and tosses the title out of the ring...]
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..Fallon shrugs a shoulder up!]
[Felicia pulls Fallon up and lifts her up in the air, holding in a hanging vertical suplex. She keeps Fallon aloft in the air for about 10 seconds before bringing her down in a suplex! Felicia then climbs the top rope and looks down at Fallon before propelling off the top rope with a Senton bomb! The crowd is amazed at Felicia's agility! Felicia gets up and starts posing to the ecstatic fans but this gives Fallon time to recover and she uses the turnbuckle to get to her feet. Felicia turns around and sees Fallonn run at her and pounce with a cross body block! Fallonn then gets up and waits for Felicia to do the same. When Felicia does get up, Fallon gives her a big DDT!She then covers Felicia...]
[..1..]
[Fallon jumps to her feet and runs off the ropes and then gives Felicia rolling thunder! Fallon is gaining momentum and when Felicia gets up, Fallon goes to finish the match off with a repeat of her finisher, Contradanza (Hurricanrama) but just when she looks to complete the move, Felicia moves out of the way and shoves Fallon forward into the turnbuckle! Felicia then goes to the opposite turnbuckle and charges at Fallon, almost squashing her in the corner with a big splash! Fallonn backpedals and then drops to the mat, clutching her ribs. Felicia then runs off the ropes and then gives Fallon a splash! Fallon rolls out the ring and falls to the floor...]
MOSHER: "What a rollercoaster of a match! Such aggression from Felicia and Fallon!"
MEXICAN: "Felicia, this is perfection. Cripple the chica!"
[The referee starts his 10 count]
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..3..]
[..4..]
[..5..]
[..6..]
[..7..]
[..8..]
MOSHER: "Fallon still isn’t moving!"
[..9..]
[..What? Felicia pulls Fallon back in the ring!]
MOSHER: "Felicia's not quite finished with Fallon..."
[Felicia drags Fallon towards one of the turnbuckles. She gives a up yours to the booing crowd before leaping onto the top rope and performing the Philly Hit (450 leg drop) and covering Fallon...]
[..1..]
[..2..]
[..3..]
[Ding, Ding, Ding!!!]
TUCK: Winner of the match, and STILL the CWF Women's Champion... FELICIA!!!
[Gary Willis hands the belt to Felicia and she parades around the ring to the boos of the crowd. She then stops though, and calls for a mic. Ralph Tuck gives her his and she starts to speak]
FELICIA: "So much for Fallon... honestly, Acid- I thought you actually had gutsier friends than that! It's the same old story. Eacjh week I come out here, kick yours or one of your friends asses and go home. It's the same for Damian. No matter who or what you throw in front of us, we will plough through them like a bulldozer. I guarantee that at Shindig, you will not be leaving with this belt. I AM the number 1 women in the CWF and neother you, Fallon or that crippled little manager of yours can take that away from me!"
[And with that, Felicia leaves the ring with her belt draped over her shoulder.]
[In the car park outside the Newport Centre, ‘DSP’ Pete Nancollis is marching towards his small maroon car, his sports bag slung over his shoulder. An excited Emma wobbles up to him, flailing her microphone madly.]
EMMA: "Peeete! Peete! That was great what you just did out there … does this mean you’ve excepted Andrew’s challenge to a comeback match?"
[Pete stops dead in his tracks and turns to face the pestering interviewer. A stern look on his face, Pete Nancollis answers the question.]
PETE: "That’s correct Emma. Perhaps you’d like me to tell you – in intricate detail, naturally – just what I plan to do to Andrew McMartyn in five days time at Shindig Slam?"
EMMA: "Gosh sorry Pete, but I don’t think TNT has enough time left for one of your preambles…"
PETE: "Hmm, well in that case let me just say this- at Shindig Slam I will step back into that ring for one last time- one night only … and Andrew McMartyn may be right- I MAY be just a teacher around here these days … but at Shindig Slam, I’m damn sure going to teach HIM the hardest lesson of his life!"
[With this, DSP turns on his heels and marches off across the car park. Emma turns to the camera, her usual inane grin on her face.]
EMMA: "Two CWF legends set to clash at Shindig Slam … and MY Phil in the main event!!! How exciting!!!!"
Phil Leach and The Huckster vs Hans Grip and Damian Ali
TUCK: "Introducing first, weighing 487 lbs, the team of PHIL LEACH AND 'THE HUCKSTER'!"
[The fans packing the arena almost lift the roof. "My Life" hits the PA as the two CWF legends stride out onto the stage. Phil Leach rolls his hips, indicating the belt strapped about his waist. "The Huckster" strikes his traditional taunts, gaining immense fan respect. They stroll down the ramp together, slapping hands with the eager fans leaning over the barricade.]
MOSHER: "What a display of team spirit! These two really seem to be on the same page going into this match!"
MEXICAN: "Oh yeah?! Just wait 'til you see what senor Grip and senor Ali are gonna do to them, gringo!"
TUCK: "And their opponents, weighing 530 lbs, the team of HANS GRIP AND DAMIAN ALI!"
[A piercing female scream precedes the sound of "Seek And Destroy". Damian Ali and Hans Grip make their entrance beneath a sinister red glow of pyros. Felicia and Sven stand close behind their respective colleagues. Much jeering and boos meet the entrance of the two heels. Hans Grip smiles a toothy smile and raises his IC belt over his head. This only meets with more boos and catcalls. They continue their way to the ring. Sven and Felicia remain outside and Damian and Hans step into the squared circle.]
MEXICAN: "Take a good look, Capitano! Remember Phil and Bob's faces, 'cos they'll never be the same again!"
MOSHER: "This should be one hell of a scrap!"
[The referee relieves Hans and Phil of their belts, then ushers two men out of the ring. Hans and Bob step onto the apron. The ref calls for the bell.]
MOSHER: "Phil and Ali looking to start us off."
[The two men tie up. Ali comes off better by locking on a hammerlock. Phil reverses into an armwringer. Ali counters into one of his own. He floors Phil with a hook kick. Ali gives Phil space to stand up, taunting him to come back for more. They tie up again, and, once again, Ali traps Phil in an armwringer. Phil, however, counters by throwing his head into Ali's face. Damian Ali is taken by surprise and sent reeling by Phil's counter-swede. The fans give Phil a mighty pop. Phil floors Damian with a pimp clothesline. The shocked Ali gets up right into another one. A third! Finally, Phil drops Ali with a mighty pimp suplex. A cover:
One.
Tw- No! Ali gets the shoulder up.]
MOSHER: "Phil looking for an early win!"
MEXICAN: "No way is that gonna happen!"
[Phil drags Ali to the corner and tags in Bob. A mighty cheer goes up as the veteran steps between the ropes. He nails Ali with a hard right. Another! Bob whips him to the ropes. Ali comes back and hits a wheel kick on "The Huckster". He quickly tags Hans into the action. The vast swede strolls over to the fallen legend and pulls him to his feet. Grip plants Bob with a lazy samoan drop, then gets up still smiling.]
MOSHER: "Hans Grip is looking like he's having a real easy time here!"
[Hans shoves "The Huckster" against the turnbuckles and nails a knife edge chop. Hans whips Bob to the opposite turnbuckles. "The Huckster" slams against the pads and staggers to the centre of the ring. Hans meets him there and nails a sidewalk slam. Hans laughs as Bob groans in pain. He pulls him to his feet and drags him over to Ali's corner. Hans makes the tag. Ali goes to work with a knee in the stomach. "The Huckster" is doubled over. Ali then hits a big axe kick, smashing the veteran to the mat.]
MOSHER: "'The Huckster' is in all sorts of trouble out there! He needs a tag!"
MEXICAN: "If he can't hack it, he shouldn't even be in the business, gringo!"
[Ali whips his old foe and floors him with a monkey toss. He hits a jumping knee drop, then covers:
One.
Two.
Kickout!]
MEXICAN: "Getting closer, Capitano! That old fool can't keep this up for long!"
[Ali tags Hans back in. The enormous swede casually strolls over to "The Huckster" and hoists him onto his back. He locks the old veteran in a canadian backbreaker. "The Huckster" clenches his jaw and keeps from crying out. Phil yells encouragement from the sidelines. Hans is perfectly comfortable keeping the hold locked in. Bob can do nothing from his position one Hans' shoulders. "The Huckster" seems to grow weaker, struggling to keep going. His outstretched hand wobbles slightly, only moments away from tapping.]
MOSHER: "Bob Jones is in a world of hurt! How long can he hold out?!"
[The referee is paying close attention to Bob, so he does not notice as Phil clambers through the ropes. Hans Grip turns around just in time to look into Phil's eyes before the world champion thrusts his head into Grip's chin. The swede stumbles back, dropping Bob to the canvas. The referee immediately ushers Phil back to his corner, but the damage is done.]
MEXICAN: "What a sneaky move by the pimp! He knew they'd lost it so he cheated!"
[Hans Grip leans on the ropes, shaking his head to recover from Phil's attack. "The Huckster" lies panting on the floor. He slowly pulls himself towards his corner. Phil, for his part, leans over the ropes, reaching out to his partner. Damian Ali shouts to Grip to do something.]
MOSHER: "Both men are heavily dazed! Who's gonna get it together first?!"
[Bob is only a few feet from the tag when Hans Grip regains his wits. He sees the situation and goes straight after the tired veteran. Hans grabs hold of Bob's foot and starts pulling him back to the other corner. "The Huckster" finds his foot and starts hopping. With a huge effort he leaps up and boots Hans in the face. The big blonde powerhouse falls, but so does "The Huckster". Both men end up on the canvas, struggling to recover. Both start crawling to their respective corners. With a phenomenal effort, Bob throws himself towards Phil, slapping his hand. "The Gentleman Pimp" leaps energetically into the ring. As the ref is looking at these two, he does not see Hans tag Ali. As Damian runs in towards Phil, the ref intercepts him, ordering him out.]
MOSHER: "How unlucky! The referee never saw Hans get the tag!"
MEXICAN: "That stupid goat!"
[Phil laughs at Ali's misfortune and goes after Hans. He finds the mighty swede lying in the corner, leaning on the ropes. Phil pulls Grip to his feet and nails a DDT. Phil covers:
One.
Two.
No! Broken by Damian Ali!]
MEXICAN: "Looks like senor Ali is really pissed off with Phil, eh Capitano?!"
MOSHER: "Sure does, G.M!"
[Ali swiftly pulls Phil to his feet then drills him with a pulling piledriver, before the referee catches up with him and drives Ali back to his corner. Both Phil and Grip are down. The slowly stagger to a standing position. Phil recovers faster and blasts Hans with a chop. Another! One last hard chop knocks Grip off his feet. Phil straddles his monstrous foe, wiggles his hips, then proceeds to pound Grip's head against the mat.]
MOSHER: "Phil Leach is taking it to Grip!"
[Phil stands up and waves to Damian Ali, infuriating him more. He starts to pull Hans Grip to his feet, but the giant swede low blows him. As Phil is doubled up, Hans pulls his head between his knees and hits the "Teuton Crusher".]
MOSHER: "Out of nowhere! Hans Grip hits his finisher on Phil!"
[Before Hans can attempt to pin, Bob comes charging in. A huge boot hits the side of Grip's head, knocking him over the ropes. Before "The Huckster" can follow, Ali comes in and nails a spinning back kick. The referee immediately gets on Ali's case and steers him back to the corner. "The Huckster" staggers to his feet, a little worse for wear, and stumbles back to his own corner. The referee then surveys what is left. Phil is unresponsive on the mat and Hans Grip is lying dazed on the outside. The ref has no choice but to start counting Grip out.]
MEXICAN: "What is that idiot doing?! Can't he see Phil is down?! He's counting the wrong guy!"
[By the count of seven, Grip manages to find his feet. He rolls under the ropes and drags himself to his feet. He staggers over to Phil's prone form and lays down to cover. "The Huckster", seeing the situation, starts to climb in. Ali, seeing Bob attempting to help, cuts him off. Ali and Jones start trading blows as the ref counts:
One.
Two.
Th- No! Kickout! Phil just manages to escape!]
MOSHER: "He left it too long! Phil kicked out!"
MEXICAN: "No! That idiot referee! That MUST have been a three count!"
[Phil starts to recover at the same time as Hans. Both men use the ropes to find their feet. Bob and Ali are still brawling, but Bob is coming off better. He sends Ali reeling, then tosses him over the top rope. Hans Grip, having recovered now, tries to attack Phil. He throws a punch, but "The Gentleman Pimp" blocks and counters it. He hits a pimp chop, causing Hans to step back. Bob sees Phil getting the better of his man and calls out to him. "The Huckster" takes a step back, ready to run up, as Phil pulls Grip into place. He holds the big swede in position as Bob charges at him. "The Huckster" throws his foot into the air, aiming for Grip. Suddenly, Hans grabs Phil's head and shoves him in front. "The Huckster's" high speed big boot smashes into Phil's face. Bob's face is a mask of shock as he stares at the prone champion at his feet. He turns around just in time to meet Hans Grip and Damian Ali. They both grab the veteran and waffle him with a double team powerbomb. Ali pulls the unresisting "Huckster" to his feet and throws him through the ropes. He climbs outside in pursuit. Hans Grip just plants one shoe on Phil's chest and orders the ref to count:
One.
Two.
Three! Hans wins it!]
MEXICAN: "YES! I knew they could do!"
MOSHER: "Some bad luck for Bob and Phil lets Hans Grip and Damian Ali take the win!"
TUCK: "Here are your winners, HANS GRIP AND DAMIAN ALI!"
["Super Trooper" starts to flow over the PA as Hans raises his hands over his head. Sven joins him in the ring and hands him the belt. Ali and Felicia also enter and stand celebrating with Grip. Shortly, all four of them leave and start to head back up the ramp. At this point, "The Huckster" re-enters the ring. He kneels beside Phil and helps him stand up. Phil looks around and sees Grip and Ali leaving and notices "Super Trooper" still playing. He turns to his partner and starts yelling at him. Phil shoves Bob, driving him against the ropes. Bob steadies himself and gives Phil a mighty shove the other way. Phil comes back and gives "The Huckster" a bigger push than before. Bob responds this time by nailing Phil with a hard right fist. Phil battles back by chopping at Jones. Bob reels from Phil's attack. Phil moves in instantly. He raises "The Huckster" onto his shoulders and delivers a huge "Pimp Drop"!]
MOSHER: "What's going on?! Phil just drilled 'The Huckster'! His own partner! Phil is blaming Bob Jones for losing that match!"
MEXICAN: "Shows you just how fragile they were as a team!"
[As Phil stares down at Bob's body, breathing heavily, "It's My Life" begins to play. "The Gentleman Pimp" rolls under the ropes and starts walking up the ramp. He stops halfway and looks back, a guilty expression covers his face. He wavers between leaving the arena and going back to help. Phil wrestles with his conscience a few moments more, then, with one final glance back, he turns and keeps on walking.]
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