::TUESDAY NIGHT TURBULENCE::
16th July 2002

[As the usual Turbulence music and opening ends, the show opens with a video segment showing the events of Whiplash. The theme from "Conan the Barbarian" accompanies images of Stone Cold Andy Morgan making his re-appearance. We see Clive take the "Stunner", lying flat on the floor. The image changes showing the contest between Hammond and Ali. It shows a masked figure assault Hammond then Ali's hand raised in triumph. The images flit to the Cage Match as Blue Flash and Kid Punk brutally knock each other around the ring. Deftonial appears and we see Flash with his awesome Chokeslam. We see the "Flash Splash", then Flash himself crawling out of the ring to win the match. Images of Kyle Reece and Hans Grip are shown, culminating in Hans hitting his "Teuton Crusher". Finally, as the music reaches its climax, we get to the triple threat main event. We see Andrew slapping Phil, then Dan, then we see the double Clothesline knocking the young McMartyn from the ring. Andrew Russian Legsweeps Phil! Andrew Northern Lights Suplexes Dan on the outside! Phil hits his Oklahoma Slam! Dan hits a German Suplex on Phil! Suddenly, Andy is there! We see all the "Stunners"! The "Pimp Drop"! "Final Solution"! "Darkness Falls"! The music comes to a close showing Phil raising the belt, and the words "The winner of this match … and NEW CWF CHAMPION, PHILLLLLL LEEEAACHHH!". There is a moment of blackness as the heavy beat of the music fades away, then the scene fades in showing the commentary desk of TNT.]

MOSHER: "Hello and welcome to CWF Tuesday Night Turbulence!"

MEXICAN: "This should be good! After all that's happened at Whiplash! Everyone has things to come to terms with!"

MOSHER: "A new champion in the form of 'The Man', Phil Leach! Not to mention, the return of Stone Cold Andy Morgan!"

MEXICAN: "Anything could happen tonight!"

MOSHER: "Sure could, sure could...

[As the commentators continue to discuss the night ahead, we join Mr Tuck at ringside for the opening match…]

STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN vs NIGHTMARE
Referee: Sid Jefferies

TUCK: "Introducing first … “

["Super Beast" starts playing, gaining a moderate pop from the fans. Nightmare strides down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans leaning over the railing. He rolls under the ring ropes and gets to his feet.]

TUCK: "...NIGHTMARE!"

MOSHER: "This one will sure be a challenge for Nightmare!"

MEXICAN: "Well, it won't be for Stone Cold! He'll flatten this gringo like a bug!"

[Glass shatters. The crowd raises the roof.]

TUCK: "His opponent, from Llantrisant, Usk, weighing in at 250 lbs..."

["Shaft" filters through the PA and the CWF icon himself appears on the stage. He raises his arms and offers a double "finger" to the crowd. This gets him a massive pop.]

TUCK: "...STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN!"

[Andy sprints to the ring and slides under the ropes. He leaps to his feet and runs at Nightmare. The referee quickly calls for the bell.]

MOSHER: "Andy is going right to work, here! He wants this over as soon as possible!"

MEXICAN: "Well, he might find this easy, but don't forget he has to go through all the roster before he can compete for the CWF title! I bet he finds it a bit harder when he has to take on Andrew, or Dan!"

MOSHER: "He sure has a long road to reach his coveted title!"

[Andy starts striking Nightmare, then whips him. Reversed! Andy bounces off the ropes and runs into a Powerslam. Nightmare covers:

One.

Kickout!]

MEXICAN: "Hah! Nightmare is dreaming if he thinks he can win so easily!"

MOSHER: "It'll take a lot more than that to keep down someone like Stone Cold Andy Morgan!"

[Nightmare drags Andy to his feet then drops him with a Suplex. He stomps the fallen Stone Cold until Andy staggers to his feet.]

MOSHER: "Stone Cold is looking pretty rusty out there! He needs to pick it up to win this!"

[Nightmare whips Andy, ducking for a Back Body Drop. Andy counters. He boots Nightmare in the face. Andy then batters away, knocking Nightmare to the ropes. Stone Cold whips, then hits a Lou Thez Press, pounding on Nightmare's head.]

MEXICAN: "Look at him go! Senor Stone Cold is going loco!"

[Andy gets Nightmare to his feet. Whip to the corner. Nightmare bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles right in front of Andy.]

MOSHER: "Oh no! Nightmare is completely at Stone Cold's mercy!"

[Andy allows Nightmare to face him, before giving the finger and kicking him in the gut. Andy hooks his arm round Nightmare's head. "STUNNER"!]

MOSHER: "It's over already! No-one survives 'The Stunner'!"

[Andy roughly hooks Nightmare's leg and leans back:

One.

Two.

Three!]

MEXICAN: "Andy's won! His rampage is only just beginning!"

["Shaft" starts playing as Andy stamps up the ramp. Nightmare is left all but dead in the ring.]

TUCK: "Your winner, STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN!"

A blue title screen flashes up on the “McMartynTron” . “The text reads “WHIPLASH MOMENT” and fades into a clip from the CWF Pay-Per-View from two nights earlier …

Chair in hand, Andrew McMartyn rolls back into the squared circle where Dan and Phil are still going toe-to-toe. With a yell, Andrew swings the weapon at Phil Leach, but The Gentleman Pimp turns and ducks at the last moment, and Dan takes the chair shot to the face!]

MEXICAN: “Oh my word! Dan Jones’ face just said “hola” to the steel!”

[Andrew’s eyes bulge as he realises he had missed his intended target. Phil Leach decks McMartyn with a big right hand, causing him to drop the weapon, and furiously dishes out more blows to the owner. A huge shot sends Andrew McMartyn tumbling backwards over the top rope and to the arena floor. Phil turns and leaps down to cover the prone Dan, still out from the chair shot- 1 … 2 … NO! From outside the ring Mr McMartyn pulls the referee out under the ropes, breaking the three count! Phil Leach and Dan Jones both lie flat on the canvas, breathing heavily from the sheet exhaustion. Slowly, both begin to stir … but Dan has one hand on the steel chair! Meanwhile, Vice President Acid has had enough. As Adrian Davies screams at Mr McMartyn for pulling him out of the ring, Acid hops up onto the ring apron and charges along it, taking a mighty dive off the side of the ring and straight into the CWF Chairman!]

MOSHER: “Did you see that?!”

MEXICAN: “Acid just threw herself into Mr McMartyn!”

[The crowd goes wild as Acid starts wailing away on her business partner, smashing at his face with flailing rights and lefts. Both owners sprawl on the floor, fighting tooth and nail. In the ring, Dan and Phil are now both up onto one knee, Dan’s grasp tightening around the nearby weapon. Seeing what is going on around the ring, Andrew McMartyn hurtles around the ringside area towards his father and Acid, hurling himself onto the pile of bodies to try and restrain the rabid Vice President. As the three owners roll around kicking and flailing madly, Dan Jones stands to his feet and holds aloft the steel chair, ready to nail Phil Leach the moment he turns around…]

MOSHER: “Look out Phil! He has a steel chair!”

MEXICAN: “Wait a minute! What the?”

[The only CWF Owner not to have lowered themselves to rolling around on the floor like fighting dogs has stepped up onto the ring apron. As Dan wields the chair Jud McMartyn reaches across the ropes and snatches it from his grip from behind! Dan spins around angrily, as Mrs McMartyn throws the offending object down to the floor. A furious Dan swings for the CWF Owner, but Phil grabs his fist from behind and spins the ‘Lone Wolf’ around… PIMP DROP! PIMP DROP! Phil Leach plants Dan into the mat with his finishing move- referee Adrian Davies dives down to count- 1 … … 2 … … 3!!!!]

MOSHER: “YES! YES! YES!”

MEXICAN: “NO NO NO NO NO!”

[The crowd goes bezerk as “It’s My Life” booms into the arena. Acid, Andrew and Clive all look up from the arena floor in shock as referee Adrian Davies raises Phil Leach’s hand. On the other side of the ring, Mrs McMartyn beams as the grappler she backed is handed the glistening CWF Championship belt.]

TUCK: “The winner of this match … and NEW CWF CHAMPION, PHILLLLLL LEEEAACHHH!”

MOSHER: “He did it! Phil ‘The Man’ Leach overcame all the obstacles and is now the NEW CWF Champion. What a match!”

We fade out from the clip and back into the regular programming.

[Back in the Wentwood Lodge arena, the lights go down and “Control” begins to play. Out into the blue light steps one of the two men that came up short in the CWF Championship match at Whiplash, Andrew McMartyn. Dressed in a smart black designer suit, McMartyn Junior is accompanied as always by the attractive Natasha. Loud booing echoes around the arena as the couple make their way down to the squared circle.]

MEXICAN: “Man, Andrew McMartyn does not seem happy!”

[Indeed, the CWF Owner appears distinctly sombre as he takes a microphone and signals for his entrance theme to be cut. He waits for a lull in the booing of the crowd, then begins to speak.]

ANDREW: “Just forty-eight hours ago I was competing in one of the biggest CWF Championship matches of all time. It was one of the biggest because there wasn’t anyone defending that title- that gold was up for grabs. Three of the finest superstars in the history went toe-to-toe for that title; we always knew just one of us would come up trumps. We always knew that it would be just one of us that would walk out of Caerleon with the CWF Championship.

Ever since I won the right to be in that match at Whiplash, I went around telling people- telling everyone- that that person would be me, it would be I that walked out the CWF Champion. I went into that match last Sunday safe in the knowledge that I would be crowned champion; I walked that aisle knowing that when I walked back up it in just under an hour, I would be doing so with the title gold over my shoulder. But in the end, when it was all said and done, I didn’t walk out with the CWF Championship. You know what, I was WRONG.”

MEXICAN: “What humility shown by Andrew McMartyn … how noble, even in defeat!”

MOSHER: “I have to say … I didn’t expect such a modest speech here tonight…”

ANDREW: “You see< I’ve always been someone who can stand up and admit that they messed up … and Sunday night … I did ANYTHING but mess up! I was SCREWED! I was CHEATED! It’s NOT FAIR!”

MOSHER: “… And back to the Andrew McMartyn we all know and love…”

ANDREW: “I was cheated by Phil Leach, I was cheated by Dan, I was cheated by Acid; hell, my OWN mother cheated me out of that belt! Phil Leach was SO scared of me, so terrified that my superiority would win through and defeat him, that he waited till my back was turned and I was busy trying go to the aid of my father, before he got the cheap victory! Even then, he had to use a steel chair and some outside interference to get things done! Phil ‘The Man’ Leach is nothing but a dirty, no-good cheater … and I’m going to make him pay!”

MOSHER: “What IS he on about?”

ANDREW: “So Phil, I have a little proposition for you. We have ourselves a rematch … but this time it’s different. No Acid, no Jud, no Clive. No Dan Jones, either. Just you, and me, in the ring, THIS ring, here next week on Tuesday Night Turbulence. A CWF Championship match, Phil, so what do you say? We WILL find out who should have walked out of Whiplash the CWF Champion- there will be no bone about it! You claim so readily to be ‘The Man’ Phil, so prove it. Are you ‘Man’ enough to go one on one with the greatest superstar this company has seen? You better be Phil, you better be. I’ll see you here next week- CHAMP.”

[“Control” begins to play as Andrew moodily drops the microphone to the mat. He holds the ropes apart for Natasha to step through before climbing out of the ring himself, the jeers of the crowd echoing in his ears.]

MOSHER: “Andrew McMartyn challenging Phil Leach to defend his title right here on Tuesday Night Turbulence next week!”

MEXICAN: “Ci, Capataino, but is Phil ‘Man” enough to accept? I think not!”

[His announcement made, Andrew McMartyn disappears back into the backstage area.]

A black sports car rolls up to the arena. Out step Damian and Felicia. They have determined looks in their eyes. Damian pops open the trunk and takes out a duffle bag. Felicia eyes the bag and then Damian.]

Felicia: Ms. Vice President has committed suicide. She doesn't know whom the hell she's messing with. It is about time to we show her and the rest of this federation that you don't mess with the syndicate. Damian, show Miss Goth how we handle our problems, Philly style.

[Damian gets a sinister smirk on his face and bows. He heads into the arena with the duffle bag in tow followed closely behind by Felicia.]

Hardcore Hammond vs Zero Referee: Gary Willis

TUCK: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first to the ring, from Madison, Wisconson, and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds, ZEEEROOO!

"Zero" by the smashing pumpkins plays and fills the arena. A lone figure appears beneath the McMartyntron and is accompanied to the ring with a growing roar of disapproval from the crowd.

MOSHER: Wouldn't want to meet this guy in a Newport underpass!

Zero climbs up into the ring and takes a seat atop one of the turnbuckles, awaiting his opponent.

TUCK: And now, his opponent, hailing from Austin, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds...

"One of a Kind" by breaking point hits the P.A. The crowd pop loudly, before seeing the face of their hero.

TUCK: ...HAAARDCORE HAAAMMOND!!"

MEXICAN: Now this guy has not had very good fortuna lately. He wrestles well, but there seems to be one hombre than has it in for him...

Hardcore Hammond steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring. He steps over the top rope and then raises both hands. The crowd pop again warmly as he waves. Zero leaps from his seat, ready to being the match.

Both men circle each other as the bell rings. Zero moves around a lot faster than Hammond. Hammond then charges at Zero and misses a clothesline, Zero goes behind and rolls Hammond up;

1...

2...

Hammond powers out of the roll up pin.

MOSHER: The quick victory was not to be for Zero there....

Zero tries not to let Hammond get up as he stomps away at his head with is foot. Zero bounces off the ropes and drop-kicks Hammond back down to the floor. Zero hits a quick leg drop, gets back up, hits a fast elbow drop and then runs against the ropes and hits a senton splash on Hammond. He goes for the cover. 1.....2... Hammond throws Zero off with ease and gets to his feet. Zero runs against the ropes and then dives at Hammond. Hammond catches him and then lifts him high above his head before hitting a huge gorilla press slam. Hammond picks Zero up and gets him onto his shoulders. He then runs and throws Zero to the floor with a hard running powerslam. Hammond lays some rights into Zero before picking him up once more. Hammond delivers a backbreaker, then lifts him up again and hits a sidewalk slam.

MOSHER: Hardcore Hammond is devastatingly impressive here tonight!

Hammond throws Zero to the corner and splashes him. Hammond then goes for another splash but syskin slides under Hammonds legs. Zero then rolls out of the ring to catch his breathe. Hammond just takes his time and paces the ring. Zero looks angry with himself and then slides back into the ring and aggressively charges at Hammond, Hammond then sidesteps and tosses Zero back out of the ring on the opposite side. Zero hits the floor with a nasty bump. Zero looks hurt. Hammond capitalises on this, and goes to the outside. He picks Zero up, but Zero hits a low blow then follows it up with a tornado DDT on the hard concrete floor. Zero then rolls into the ring. Hammond slowly gets up and looks towards the ring, he sees Zero diving at him from over the ropes. Zero hits a suicide dive on the big man. Both men fall to the floor. Zero picks Hammond up and tries rolling him into the ring, however the size difference prevents this from happening and Hammond knees Zero in the gut. Hammond then throws Zero into the ring and rolls in himself. Zero slowly gets to his feet. Hammond signals for the chokeslam. Zero turns around and Hammonds huge hands wrap around his neck. Hammond lifts Zero up, Zero is able to reverse it and rakes the eyes of Hammond. Zero then goes for his Anerism, but is unable to lift Hammond.

MEXICAN: Survival of the grande!

Hammond nails Zero on the back with a huge forearm smash. Zero falls to his knees. Hammond then delivers a piledriver on Zero. Zero is down and Hammond grabs Zero's legs and locks in the Scorpion Death Lock.

MOSHER: SCORPION DEATH LOCK!! This could be it!!

Zero tries grabbing the ropes but can't reach it. Referee Willis wings round to monitor Zero. Instead Zero relents and eventually taps out. Hammond releases the hold.

MOSHER: Finally, an undisturbed match up for Hammond, and boy did he shine!

MEXIAN: Estas luminos!

TUCK: And the winner is... HAAARDCORE HAAAMMOND!

The crowd pop enthusiastically. Captain Mosher has sadly spoken too soon, for just as Referee Willis raises Hammond's hand, in the excited atmosphere the Masked Attacker appears behind Hammond brandishing a chair and delivers a swift blow to the back of Hardcore's head. Willis leaps back as he hears to noise.

MEXICAN: AYE CARAMBA! MOLTO PROBLEMO POR HAMMOND!!

To a cry of dismay from the crowd the large crumples to the mat, dead to the world and profusely bleeding. The referee calls for help. In the confusion, the masked attacker slips away as seamlessly as he appeared.

A team, bearing a stretcher appear, and carry the large man backstage to receive medical attention.

MOSHER: I would say that this is a Turbulence to remember, but after a blow like THAT to the head, Hammond may find it hard to remember anything!

MEXICAN: (despairing) Ay ay ay...

“A WHIPLASH MOMENT” flashes up again on the “McMartynTron” screen. We fade into another clip from the CWF Pay-Per-View…

[SSMMMMAAAASSH! Captain Mosher is cut off by the sound of glass splintering all around the arena. A huge skull flashes up on the “McMartynTron” as the entire arena leaps to it’s feet to look towards the entrance- this is the same mysterious message that has been playing all week … The glass smashing has died down into the sound of “Shaft” booming around the building.]

MEXICAN: “What’s going on!”

[A huge cheer nearly brings down the foundations of the Amphitheatre itself as the fans see who is striding out from underneath the set and down to the ring. Over the commotion Captain Mosher expresses his disbelief and amazement.]

MOSHER: “Oh my god! It’s … it’s … it’s Stone Cold Andy Morgan!”

THEN …

SCAM: “… Now in case anybody in this place doesn’t know, my name is Stone Cold Andy Morgan …”

THEN …

[The CWF President smiles smugly and goes to leave, but Stone Cold Andy Morgan still has him in the handshake. He pulls McMartyn back in towards him.]

SCAM: “Well, seeing as I’m gonna have to fight my way back through this company to get into the main event again, it could be a while before I get to do this again …”

[WHACK! Andy Morgan boots McMartyn in the gut and gives him a Stunner! A massive ovation bursts forth from the crowd as the glass smashes and “Shaft” begins to play. Andy is thrown a beer from ringside and opens the can extremely delicately so as not to spill any, then quaffs it all down in one!]

MOSHER: “I can’t believe it! Stone Cold Andy Morgan just showed he was back with a vengeance!”

MEXICAN: “Oh no! Mr McMartyn!!”

We fade out of the memorable moment as Tuesday night Turbulence returns …

The title screen flashes up on the “McMartynTron” screen again. “A WHIPLASH MOMENT” fades into a clip from the CWF Pay-Per-View…

( Kyle Reece gets up his shoulder obviously causing him pain, he lifts up hands and then signals for his finisher- but Hans Grip rises up behind him like a looming statue. With both hands, the Swedish brute grabs the injured arm of Reece and tosses him up into the air. Grip catches Reece in mid-air and puts him straight into position for the TEUTON CRUSHER! YES! Grip nails his devastating Airplane Powerbomb, driving his opponent right down into the mat. 1 … … 2 … … 3!]

TUCK: “The winner of this match … and NEW CWF Intercontinental Champion … HAAAAANS GRIIIPPP!”

[The bell rings as “Super Trooper” fills the arena. An un-typically ecstatic Sven Oder-Svensson climbs into the ring and raises his man’s hand in triumph as referee Sid Jefferies hands over the shining new Intercontinental Title belt. The Swedes march around the ring celebrating as Jefferies helps a despondent Kyle Reece from the ring.]

MOSHER: “What a match folks- and what a dominating champion!”

MEXICAN: “Excellente! IKEA for everyone!”

The clip fades out as we return to the show …

[Back in the Wentwood Lodge, “It’s My Life” begins to blast into the arena, garnering a massive reaction from the fans in attendance. As Bon Jovi blares out, the arena lights dip down into a seedy looking purple colour. A familiar figure appears silhouetted beneath the gargantuan “McMartynTron” screen and an even bigger cheer goes up in the arena.]

MOSHER: “Listen to this ovation!”

[The CWF Champion Phil ‘The Man’ Leach jives out onto the stage and down the entrance ramp. The Gentleman Pimp is dressed in an outlandish shock-white suit with a ruffled purple shirt beneath. On his feet he wears a pair of leopard skin boots and on his head a huge purple Pimp hat complete with feather. Carrying the gleaming CWF Championship belt over his shoulder, Phil Leach hops into the ring and takes a microphone. As "It’s My Life" fades away Phil flashes a lopsided smile around the crowd.]

MEXICAN: “Look at this guy, Capataino … he’s so pleased with himself, he thinks he’s so great!”

PHIL: “Awight Tweacle? Hows tricks guys? You know, I just had to come out here tonight and thank you kids for all the support you’ve given ‘The Man’ over the last few weeks, ‘cos that support has been whats helped me get to where I am today. To steal a page from my main man ‘The Huckster’s’ book, “Pimpomania” is runnin’ wild! Thanks you guys, thanks for making Whiplash one bloody good shindig to remember!”

[The CWF Champion receives a standing ovation from the crowd for his thanks. Phil Leach shifts his belt a little and carries on.]

PHIL: “Now, I’ll admit it; fair dues, I trained damn hard for that match at Whiplash. I left no bottle of beer unopened, no shot of vodka unfinished. I knew I was getting in that ring with two of the hardest sods we’ve ever seen here in the CWF and well, I reckoned a little ‘Dutch courage’ wouldn’t go amiss. Unluckily kids, I think I trained a little TOO hard. By about half past eight Sunday night, I was an absolute mess; totally w*nk*r*d! I couldn’t stand up or talk properly, man, I was even puking in the sink and washing my hands in the toilet! It looked like I was up sh*t creek without a paddle for sure! But luckily, someone saved my skin. Mrs M got there just in time and hauled my ass back to that arena so I could take part in that match. Mrs M, you’re a saint; thanks for rescuing me from the “horrors” of alcohol induced intoxication and also for watching my back in that match!”

MEXICAN: “Watching his back? Pah! Senora McMartyn basically cost Dan Jones that match!”

PHIL: “And there’s two other blokes I want to thank too. I rolled up at that arena a couple of bitches short of a brothel; I was done for unless I could be sobered up fast. Arranboy, Pete, you two are the best mates a Pimp could have; it was the two of you that sat me down and sobered me the hell up so I could go out there and kick both Andrew McMartyn and Dan Jones’ pasty white arses. I don’t know what you said that did the trick guys, but I do remember something about Arran meeting an overweight Swedish girl in a table dancing bar and Pete telling me about just how exciting cordless doorbells are. Anyways, I got myself together, I went out there and did both them sods like a kipper, and won the CWF title!”

[This prompts yet more cheering from the capacity crowd.]

PHIL: “Now, I know a few things for sure, kids. I know that, whatever happens, I’m going to be the sleaziest CWF Champ we’ve ever had. I know that, whatever happens, I’m probably going to be the most pissed CWF Champ we’ve ever had. But I know above all else, whatever happens I’m going to try and be the BEST CWF Champ we’ve ever had! I owe it to you, my “Pimpomaniacs”, and I bet my bottom dollar I’m gonna do-“

[The CWF Champion is suddenly cut off as “No Chance” blasts into the arena. A massive boo goes up as the CWF Chairman Clive McMartyn swaggers to the ring. Chairman and Champion glare at one another as Mr McMartyn steps through the ring ropes and saunters over towards Phil ‘The Man’ Leach. Cockily, McMartyn snatches the microphone out of Phil’s hand and holds it up to his lips.]

MOSHER: “What on Earth does the CWF President have to say here tonight?”

[Mr McMartyn chuckles nastily as he speaks.]

MCMARTYN: “The BEST CWF Champ we’ve ever had, eh? That’s an interesting premise you have there, Phil Leach. Especially considering the, how shall we say this- “tainted” way you that very belt two nights ago at Whiplash. Yes, that’s a very interesting premise indeed. And I believe this is your fourth time with this Championship belt, is it not Mr Leach? Very impressive … you’re gravitated far beyond “CWF Superstar” now, you’re a legend almost … ranking alongside names like “The Huckster” or Arranboy or Stone Cold Andy Morgan even! Yes, my friend, you certainly are a star of epic proportions but you know what? You know what intangible, what extra ingredient makes a CWF Superstar into a CWF legend? I’ll give you a clue; the same thing that makes a CWF Champion a GREAT CWF Champion … ME.”

[The crowd jeers this comment loudly as Phil Leach responds with a look of mild disgust.]

MEXICAN: “Haha! It’s true, it’s true!”

MCMARTYN: “After all Phil, who made this company what it is today, marketing “The Huckster” Bob Jones as a near mega-man, a champion the whole world would know? Who pushed Arranboy as an unstoppable force and as a dominating and destructive champion? Whose battles with Stone Cold Andy Morgan made megabucks as he claimed the CWF Championship? And who guided their very own son to become one of the most prolific World Champions of all time? It was me, Phil, Clive R C McMartyn, I made these Champions into great ones. And I can do the same for you, I can make you one of the true all-time greats. All you have to do, Phil Leach, is be an obedient champion, a untroublesome champion … a corporate champion. Heed my words Phil, you know I make sense.”

[Phil ‘The Man’ Leach angrily grabs the microphone back from Mr McMartyn. He turns and gestures to the crowds.]

PHIL: “You’re mistaken, Clive, for it was not YOU that made those men into great champions. It was … THE PEOPLE.”

[A huge burst of cheering blasts around the arena. Mr McMartyn frowns with annoyance.]

PHIL: “And let me just go on the record and say I will NEVER join you, Clive. I’ll never be your lapdog, your puppet, your right-hand man. Nobody has ever controlled The Gentleman Pimp, and no-one ever will, and certainly not YOU. There will always be people looking for a quick and easy way, people like that son of yours. Those are the people who will put aside their values and throw in their lot with you, not people like me. This CWF Championship was won with the help of these “Pimpomaniacs”, and by God I’m going to reign with the help of these “Pimpomaniacs!”. I’ve rumbled you, McMartyn, and I’m not going to make the road ahead a pleasant one if you choose to interfere!”

[A fuming CWF President snatches back the microphone from Phil. Red with anger, he yells at the CWF Champion.]

MCMARTYN: “Well in that case, you give me no choice. Phil Leach, prepare to have your stinking life made a living hell! You want the greatest title reign of all time? Well, tough luck! This title reign won’t be great at all … in fact, it’ll just be VIOLENT!”

[Phil Leach does not grab the microphone out of McMartyn’s hand. Instead, he grabs hold of the Chairman’s wrist and pulls the mike up to his mouth. The CWF Champion looks McMartyn coldly and intensely in the eyes. He almost whispers his response.]

PHIL: “Well that’s fine … I can do “violent” …”

[Phil pulls Mr McMartyn towards him and gives him a Pimp Drop!!! The crowd explodes with cheering and applause as the CWF Champion plants his boss into the canvas! Phil bends down and picks up the microphone. He looks down at McMartyn and speaks.]

PHIL: “And by the way, tell that brat son of yours I’ll see him here in the ring next week!”

[“It’s My Life” begins to play as Phil Leach stares down at the unconscious Chairman angrily, before climbing a turnbuckle and gyrating for the crowd, his title belt proudly held above his head.]

MEXICAN: “Oh My God! Is Phil Leach insane, essa? NOBODY does that to Mr McMartyn and gets away with it!!”

MOSHER: “I think you’re right GM, our CWF Champion might just have signed his death warrant tonight!”

[Phil Leach is cheered loudly as he walks up the entrance aisle and into the back to the sound of “It’s My Life”. In the ring, Mr McMartyn lies flat on the mat clutching his head, staring up at the departing Champion with an expression of pure rage …]