::TUESDAY NIGHT TURBULENCE::
23rd July 2002

[Turbulence opens with a video montage of the contract signing that took place Thursday Night Redemption.]

MCMARTYN: "As many of you may know, my son Andrew McMartyn issued a challenge last Tuesday night on Turbulence to the CWF World Champion, Phil Leach, to defend that title this coming Tuesday. And as many of you may know, Phil Leach duly excepted that challenge... what I intend to do tonight is conduct a contract signing session between both participants, through which I can be assured that the scheduled match next week on Tuesday Night Turbulence will go ahead as planned."

[Andrew McMartyn sits down in the chair on one side of the table and his father gestures to Phil Leach to do the same. The CWF Champion kicks the chair over and out of the way, and leans over the table instead. McMartyn looks a little put out, but shrugs it off as he is handed a bundle of papers out of the briefcase of one of the suited men. He places one stapled document in front of Phil ‘The Man’ Leach. Phil picks up the pen and signs his name. Biting his lip, Andrew McMartyn studies the papers meticulously.]

ANDREW: "Hhmm... take a look at this, Dad. There’s something not quite right..."

[Mr McMartyn turns to another of his lawyers and takes a briefcase. He turns again to the table and goes to put it down, but instead uses it to nail Phil Leach in the face!!]

GAV: "Hey!!!"

TAFF: "This contract signing is descending into bedlam!"

[McMartyn Junior drags his victim up and thrusts him between his knees. Andrew McMartyn hooks Phil’s arms behind his back- what is coming next is obvious!]

GAV: "NO! Don’t do it!"

[SMASH! Andrew McMartyn drives Phil through the conference table with the devastating Final Solution!]

[In City Hall, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, the crowd goes wild as the theme music for Turbulence fades out on the PA system. The camera's quickly cut from a shot to the crowd to the announce table and Captain Mosher and the Greasy Mexican.]

MOSHER: "Good evening everybody and welcome to Turbulence, and what show we've got for you tonight!"

MEXICAN: "Si senors and senoritas! Phil Leach- the CWF Champion is set to take on Andrew McMartyn tonight for the title."

MOSHER: "And what a match that is gonna be, especially after what happened last week at Redemption! The Gentleman Pimp will no doubt be looking for a little revenge!"

MEXICAN: "And that's no all, is it essa?!"

MOSHER: "Of course not! The Women's Champ, Faith will meet Nightmare in the squared circle later tonight, and Kyle Reece and Hardcore Hammiond are set to butt heads also. But before the main event, we get to see Felicia and Damian Ali go head to head in a hardcore match for the Hardcore Title! Seems to me that Acid is trying to drive a rift between these two lovebirds by booking this match!"

MEXICAN: "The chica is using the old 'divide and conquer technique'- similiar to what she used with the now fired X-Force if I remember correctly!"

MOSHER: "Indeed! I can't wait! Let's get this show on the road!"

[Suddenly the Turbulence logo on the McMartyntron fades away to reveal the parking lot at the back of the City Hall. A limo pulls up and grinds to a halt at the back doors of the arena.]

MEXICAN: "What's going on here?"

MOSHER: "That looks like the McMartyn limo..."

[The driver gets out and opens the back door of the limo. Out steps the CWF Champion, Phil Leach!]

MOSHER: "It's the CWF Champ!"

[Suddenly Jud McMartyn's head emerges from the door.]

PHIL: "Thanks for the ride, Mrs M!"

JUD: "Take care tonight, Phil!"

PHIL: "Don't worry 'bout me, Mrs M! Worry 'bout that kid of yours, coz by the time I'm finished with him, he ain't gonna be recognisable!"

Jud gets back into the limo and Phil slams the door shut behind her. He then makes his way into the arena.]

MOSHER: "Well, the champ is here but where are the McMartyns?"

MEXICAN: "I don't know essa, but I do know that the Gentleman Pimp means business tonight!"

Stone Cold Andy Morgan vs Juice
Referee: Phil James

TUCK: This first match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 286lbs... JUICE!!!

['Nutritiously Delicious' hits the PA System as Juice comes out to the top of the entrance way with a mic in his right hand and a big smile on his face, as the crowd cheers for him. Juice then flexes his biceps for the crowd to get them more riled up. Juice then starts walking down to the ring. On the way down the ramp, Juice flexes to the camera and starts saying to the camera with a big smile, "Juice is Nutritious and Delicious". Juice then pushes the camera out of the way and slides underneath the ropes to get inside the ring. When Juice gets inside the ring he points to each section of the crowd and then flexes his biceps and shows off his six-pack.]

TUCK: "And his opponent, weighing in at 252lbs... STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN!!!"

[The glass smashes loudly and the fans leap up and roar their support, but instead of Andy's frenetic old ...Hellraiser... music the smooth beat of ...Shaft... sounds through. Andy Morgan stampedes down to the ring and climbs all four turnbuckles to play to the crowd before preparing himself for battle.]

MEXICAN: "What a jobber match! Woo hoo!"

MOSHER: "Is it really neccessary for Stone Cold to job? I'm sure the McMartyn's are just trying to get back at him for all the trouble he's caused them in the past. This guy is one hell of a competitor!"

MEXICAN: "Well, the boss has spoken amigo! Stone Cold has no other choice!"

[DING! DING! DING!]

[The two men stand up and walk towards each other in the centre of the ring. They lock up and Juice comes out on top, putting Stone Cold in a headlock. Stone Cold soon fights out of it and whips Juice off the ropes and then flooring him with a shoulder block. Stone Cold then gives Juice a leg drop and goes for an early cover]

[..1..]

[..Juice pushes out of it!]

[Stone Cold gets up and gives Juice some chops. Juice fights back with some of his own and then puts Stone Cold in a sleeper. Juice keeps this held in for a good while until Stone Cold starts to break free with some elbows into Juice's gut and then a backdrop on Juice into the centre of the ring. Stone Cold then starts to climb the turnbuckle as Juice gets to his feet. Once Juice is at his feet and Stone Cold is on the top rope Stone Cold jumps off but Juice catches him and brings him sharply down with a spinebuster! Juice then drags Stone Cold over to the corner and slams him into the bottom of the turnbuckle and begins to choke Stone Cold with his foot. After about 7 or 8 seconds of choking Stone Cold with his boot Juice lets go as the referee steps in. Juice backs away from the corner as Stone Cold slowly rises up to a standing position but once Stone Cold is up he goes charging at him but Stone Cold spins out the way and Juice crashes into the turnbuckle and then Stone Cold starts flying left and right hands at Juice until Juice staggers out the corner and falls to the mat]

MEXICAN: "Whoa! That was vicious by Stone Cold!"

[Juice gets to his feet but is feeling the effects. Stone Cold waits for the right moment and kicks Juice in the gut and gives him the "Andy Morgan Stunner!" He then hooks the leg…]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

[Ding, Ding, Ding!!!]

TUCK: "The winner of this match... STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN!!!

MOSHER: "A quick and easy victory for the CWF Veteran!"

MEXICAN: "Aye Chihuahua!"

[The arena goes pitch black. Music, or more like the sound of a man being gutted to harsh guitar riffs, plays over the sound system as some captions flash onto the big screen-

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

There's a flash of white light as the opening riffs to 'Left Behind' scream out over the arena. The arena lightens up slightly as from the curtain emerges Acid. She strides confidently down the ramp.]

TUCK: "Making her way to the ring, the CWF Vice President... ACID!!!"

MOSHER: "Well, Acid certainly looks a lot better than she did the last time I saw her."

MEXICAN: "Si amigo! Let's hope that she can stay in a vertical position throughout tonights show!"

MOSHER: "Ha ha! Let's hope so indeed, Mex! She spent a lot of last weeks Turbulence on her back thanks to Damian Ali and Dan Jones..."

[Acid steps in the ring, mic in hand. The music fades and the VP turns to address the crowd...]

ACID: "It's funny how things work out isn't it? I mean, when I became the Vice President of this company I always thought that the toughest problems that I would have to deal with, apart from the McMartyn's of course, would be organising cards, booking venues, dealing with requests and seeing to the welfare of those on the roster, but I never counted my personal life entering the ring..."

[The crowd hums.]

ACID: "I am of course referring to the recent events regarding two certain CWF superstars... Dan Jones and Kyle Reece."

[The crowd cheers.]

ACID: "Now boys... I've got enough things to worry about at the moment. I have contracts to sign, venues to book and staff to adminstrate. The last thing I need is for two members of the roster to start fighting over me. Dan- I know very well that you were not the one who initiated this whole situation. I know that you and me- our relationship- it's on a professional level. I don't like mixing business with pleasure, and I know very well that you feel the same way as I do. Kyle Reece, however... well that's a different story..."

[The crowd start to hum again.]

ACID: Reece, I appreciate your sudden need to be my protector. I couldn't ask for more positive support in my current situation with Felicia and Damian Ali the moment, but what I don't need is a jealous, overprotective, amourous school boy. I'm very flattered by your attention. I haven't had such attention in a long time, but it's not going to happen, Reece."

[The crowd start murmuring louder.]

MEXICAN: "Am I hearing this? Is she turning down Kyle Reece?"

MOSHER: "Sounds like it."

ACID: "I don't mean to offend you but I'm not interested in having a relationship with anyone I work with. It's hardly professional conduct. By all means keep Damian Ali and Felicia out of my hair, but get a grip and deal with the fact that I am not interested in you in that way. I'm really sorry."

[The crowd are still murmuring as Acid, with a sombre look on her face heads towards the ropes with the intentions of leaving. Suddenly, 'Seek and Destroy' plays over the PA system... the crowd goes wild.]

MEXICAN: "It's Damian Ali and Felicia"

[Damian Ali and Felicia stroll out of the curtain with mocking expressions their faces. The music stops and the pair look at Acid, who is leaning against the ropes looking confused.]

FELICIA: "Awww! Boo hoo! Acid's love life is in the shambles. How sentimental!"

[The crowd starts to boo, but Felicia ignores them and carries on talking.]

FELICIA: "That's why you, Acid, are not cut out for a position such as vice president. You put to much emotional attachment into the mix with business. A pathetic quality which should not be seen in boardroom material."

[The crowd get louding with their booing. Some are even shouting 'BITCH!' at Felicia. Acid raises an eyebrow and smiles.]

ACID: "Looks like they're on my side, sweetheart! Too bad! What is that I hear them calling you, Felicia?"

[Acid puts her finger to her ear and listens to the crowd, who get louder with their chant of 'BITCH!' Felicia looks outraged. She carries on, trying not to be perplexed...]

FELICIA: "You think you're so tough coz you're the CWF Vice President! Well, I got news for you, you're no longer the #1 female in this federation! I am! I proved myself the other night at Whiplash and I would have walked away with the Women's title if you hadn't have screwed me out of it in favour of that little freak Faith!"

ACID: "So that's what all of this is about? You think I screwed you out of the title? You call that a good excuse to hit me over the head with a baseball bat?!"

[The crowd start to scream and shout.]

ACID: "Felicia, do you remember what happened to the last cretinette who claimed to be the #1 female in this company? I fired her ass! I could easily to the same to you... but I'm not going to. You've got potential, Felicia, a lot of potential and it would be a pity to waste it, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning..."

MEXICAN: "A warning?!"

MOSHER: "Doesn't sound like Acid..."

ACID: "Now listen carefully, both of you... ah yes, Mr Ali, this goes for you too. Trend carefully the pair of you. I'll be watching you both. Interfere in any of mine or Dan Jones matches again and I will personally guarantee that you will both be jobbing for the remainder of your careers. And if you don't like that, then you can GET BENT!!!"

[The crowd cheers as Acid utters her famous catchphrase.]

ACID: "Now, you kids run along and play nice! I believe you have a match later against each other so why don't get ready for it? I will be watching with great interest!"

[The chorus to 'Left Behind' plays over the sound system as Damian Ali and Felicia disappear backstage whilst Acid smiles, satisfied.]

[Commercial Break]

Kyle Reece vs Hardcore Hammond
Referee: Sid Jefferies

['Give me fuel! Give me fire! Give me that which I desire!'

Red and orange pyrotechnics explode as Kyle Reece makes his way through the crowd. He climbs over the barrier and then into the ring. He sheds his coat and waits for his opponent...]

MOSHER: "Well, it seems that we have a very unhappy Kyle Reece standing in the ring onight."

MEXICAN: "Wow! That guy's face looks longer than a horses!"

MOSHER: "Well, the VP did turn down his offer. A rejection from a beautiful woman like that is enough to make anyone depressed. Let'sjust hope that Reece can keep his eye on the ball in this match."

MEXICAN: He may not have to El Captaino, not if that Masked Attacker shows up again!"

['Breaking Point' hits the PA system as One Of A Kind blares from the speaker and Hardcore Hammond steps out onto the top of the ramp with his CWF T-Shirt On. He raises one arm in the air and smiles as he slowly walks down the ramp slapping the hands of fans as he reaches the ring. He steps up onto the ring apron and steps over the ropes. He salutes the crowd in each corner of the stadium as fireworks go off behind him. The crowd erupts.]

TUCK: The next fight is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from New York City, weighing in at 215lbs... KYLE REECE! And his opponent, from Austin, Texas, he weighs in at 295lbs... HARDCORE HAMMOND!!!

MOSHER: "D'yuo think Double H will get a visit from the Masked Attacker at all tonight?

MEXICAN: "Me no know, amigo! This is the CWF- anything ca happen!"

[DING! DING! DING!]

[Reece and Hammond enter the tie up. Hammond gains the momentum and delievs a few punches to Reece's mid section before locking in an armbar. Hammond gains more momentum by turning the arm bar into an irish whip. Reece goes bouncing off the ropes and returns, greeted by a vicious dropkick.]

MOSHER: "Excellent start by Hardcore Hammond in this match up"

[With Reece down, Hammond goes for the first pin of the match...]

[..1..]

[.. Reece gets the shoulder up!]

MEXICAN: "Reece needs little more working over before you should think about the pin, essa!"

[Hammond gets to his feet, pulls Reece up by his head, and DDT's him back down onto the canvas. He repeats this before irish whipping Reece back into the ropes and clotheslining him on the way back.]

MOSHER: "What the hell is wrong with Reece?! He's letting Hardcore Hammond walk all over him!"

MEXICAN: "Si amigo! It don't think his brain left the locker room when he did!"

MOSHER: "He's not even trying!"

[Hammond stomps a mudhole in Reece, who is still on the mat, before bouncing off the ropes and delivering an elbow drop. Again, Hammond hooks the leg...]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..kickout by Reece!!]

MOSHER: "At least he's remembering to kickout! That was close!"

[Hammond is Irate. He can't believe that Reece refuses to be put away after the beating he's been giving him and decides it's time to pull out the heavy artillery. He waits patiently as Reece struggles to his feet. When Reece is almost upright, Hardcore Hammond grabs him by the throat...]

MOSHER: "Uh oh! THE SCORPION DEATHLOCK!!! IT'S ALL OVER FOR REECE NOW!!!"

MEXICAN: "AYE CARUMBA!!!"

[Hammond goes for the chokeslam, but Reece somehow manages to break from Hammond's grip and pushes the Texan back. Hammond lands on his back and looks up at Reece irate, only to be greeted by a vicious attack by Reece who pounces on Hammond, mounting punches!]

MOSHER: "Where the HELL did that come from?!!"

[Reece continues his assault on Hammond, not letting up despite the fact that referee Sid Jefferies is trying to separate the two men. Reece snarls at the referee and continues to pummel Hammond, who has been busted open. Sid Jefferies tries to reason with Reece once again, but this time Reece retaliates, getting up and pushing Sid Jefferies away. Sid Jefferies has had enough and calls for the bell, and tells Ralph Tuck to make the announcement.]

[DING! DING! DING!]

TUCK: "The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification... HARDCORE HAMMOND!!!"

['Breaking Point' plays briefly over the sound system, but fades away quickly as Reece hops over the top rope, dives under ring and pulls out a steel chair. Reece throws it into the ring and follows. He picks up the chair and is about to start hitting Hammond with it when Sid Jefferies comes up behind the superstar, grabs the chair off Reece and starts shouting at him. Reece looks at Jefferies wide eyed with anger. His expression is very scary. Jefferies tells Reece to get the hell out of the ring. Reece stares at him, then glances at Hardcore Hammond, who is sitting up on the mat with blood running from his nose. The crowd are going wild.]

MOSHER: "Kyle Reece has gone too far! He's obviously taking his personal conflict out on Hardcore Hammond out- that's unfair!"

MEXICAN: "Sid Jefferies looks pissed!"

[Sid Jefferies points Reece to the ramp and Reece leaves the ring, still marked with an expression for pure anger. The superstar walks up the ramp, not looking back and disappears backstage.]

MOSHER: "In all his time here in the CWF, I have never ever seen Kyle Reece so aggressive!"

MEXICAN: "Blame Acid! All her fault! She put him in this mood!"

MOSHER: "We can't blame Acid! Out of the two of them, she's the only one who has acted like a professional! Reece is acting like a little kid who can't get his own way! The Kyle Reece we've seen tonight is not a person that I would like to see in the ring again!"

[Hardcore Hammond gets to his feet, raises his fist in air and the crowd cheers for him as his then leaves the ring.]

MOSHER: "At least Hammond didn't get attacked by the Masked Attacker again, that's all I can say!"

MEXICAN: "Si essa! I don't think he saw the point considering that Reece did most of the job for him!"

[Backstage, slightly-psychotic CWF reporter Emma is trying to catch an interview with Kyle Reece as he storms past.]

EMMA: "Excuse me! Excuse me! Mr Reece! Could I get an interview?"

REECE: "NO!!!"

[Reece storms past, putting his hand in front of the camera lens and nearly knocking Emma off her feet. Emma regains her composure and looks around for someone else to harass. She sees Hardcore Hammond heading her way with a towel over his bleeding nose.]

EMMA; Hardcore, can I get a few words with you?!"

HAMMOND: "Hey, why the hell not?"

EMMA: "Thank you, and congratulations on your win over Kyle Reece! How do you feel?"

HAMMOND: "A little pissed off! That love sick asshole went way too over the top! I've got a good mind to.."

[Hammond is interrupted by the shaking of some storage crates nearby. Suddenly the topple over and Hammond instinctively pushes Emma and himself out of the way.]

EMMA: "Thanks Hardcore! I didn't know you cared so much!"

[Emma starts batting her eyelids at him and, before the CWF reporter can get to amourous, Hammond quickly gets to his feet and runs to see who did the deed. The Masked Attacker emerges from behind some other storage crates, and starts attacking Hammond! The two men start brawling viciously, bouncing off the walls, rolling around on the floor and knocking objects over, until eventually the Masked Attacker breaks free and runs down the corridor towards the exit of the arena. Hardcore Hammond runs after him. The CWF cameras follow. In the parking lot, Hammond looks around there's no sign of the Masked Attacker and Double H is perplexed. Suddenly there's a screeching of tyres as the car drives speedily past Hardcore Hammond, almost knocking him over. The car speeds out of the parking lot and out of sight. Hardcore Hammond screams in frustration.]

[Commerical Break]

Faith vs Nightmare
Referee: Gary Willis

TUCK: "This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina, being acompnaied to the ring by Sebastian and Trinity, she is the CWF Women's Champion... FAITH!!!

[Everything goes quiet the whole arena fades black. Then all of a sudden blue and purple smoke appears on the titantron. Slowly we hear clapping. It slowly forms into 'We Will Rock You' by Queen with a remix of 'Whenever Wherever' by Shakira. Slowly the music settles down and everything becomes quiet. Suddenly a big bang and purple and blue smoke appear once again. Once again the clapping starts and slowly forms into 'We Will Rock You' with a remix of 'Whenever Wherever' by Shakira. The crowds join in giving an echoing effect. The smoke slowly fades showing Faith! She is standing in her usual pose and gives a quick smile. She has a mic in her hand and her tiara sparkles because of the light. Some of the crowds boo her but really most start to chant ...Faith... Faith starts walking down the ramp, followed by Sebastian and Trinity. The crowds continue to clap along to 'We Will Rock You' while booing and cheering.]

TUCK: "And her opponent, from Bland, Vancouver... NIGHTMARE!!!"

['Super Beast' by Rob Zombie plays over the sound system as Nightmare comes down to the ring, shaking the audience's hands and enters the ring on the left side. He goes to each turnbuckle and raises his fist to the crowd.]

[With both contenders in the ring, referee Gary Willis calls for the bell so that the match can begin...]

[DING! DING! DING!]

[Nightmare and Faith circle around the ring arms ready to pounce. Nightmare makes the first move and puts Faith in an arm lock. Faith reverses into an arm-drag takedown and clotheslines Nightmare as he gets up. Faith picks Nightmare up and whips him into the ropes. As Nightmare runs back, he ducks the clothesline, runs against the opposite ropes, and comes back with a cross body block. Nightmare picks Faith up and puts her in a headlock. She throws him into the ropes and he hangs on as Faith dropkicks the air. With her feet still up, Nightmare grabs them, flips, and bridges over.]

[..1..]

[..Faith kicks out!]

MOSHER: Nice move there by Nightmare, but quite a lot of domination there by the Women's Champ!

MEXICAN: Si amigo! That chica can dominate me any time!

[After both get up, Nightmare gives Faith some chops to the chest. He is about to deliver another, but Faitg ducks, and wraps her arm around Nightmare's head. She hit’s a Reverse DDT. She picks him up and grapples him. She kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a pile driver. Faith nails the pile driver and covers Nightmare.]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[.. kick out by Nightmare!]

[Faith walks over to the turnbuckle and sits on the second rope. Nightmare gets up and Faith goes for a dropkick. Nightmare moves out of the way, as Faith is in mid-air, he puts his arm around Faith’s waist and pushes her to the ground. Faith’s body bounces on the mat and Nightmare starts grinning. He grabs Faith’s shirt and starts to pull it off!]

MEXICAN: Do it! Do it!

MOSHER: You're like some 10 year old watching a porno!

MEXICAN: Point?!

[Faith kicks Nightmare in the face and gets up. Her shirt is lying ripped to shreds on the canvas and she's standing there in only her bra. She slaps Nightmare across the face. Nightmare turns around and looks pissed. Faith yells at him but Nightmare takes his hand and grabs Faith by the throat, but she kicks Nightmare in the groin and then hits a DDT. Faith brushes her hair back and applies a sleeper on Nightmare. Nightmare starts to stand up with Faith on his back. He gets to his full height, and Faith slides down his back and rolls him up!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..kick out!!!]

MOSHER: Kind of close there!

[Faith gets up and starts punching Nightmare left and right as he lays on the mat. Nightmare blocks himself with his arms and referee Gary Willis pulls Faith off of Nightmare. During this distraction, Nightmare flies to his feet and throws Willis down. Nightmare then grabs Faith by the throat again and throws her across the ring. Faith grabs her throat as Nightmare smiles and walks over to her. Suddenly Sebastian and Trinity dive into the ring. Trinity bulldogs Nightmare from behind. Sebastian goes to hit a pedigree on Nightmare, but he turns it into a backdrop. Trinity sees Sebastian in trouble and nails him with another bulldog. With Nightmare down, Sebastian crawls over to Faith and helpsher up whilst Trinity gets referre Gary Willis to his feet. The duo then exit the ring as Nightmare is starting to get to his feet. Faith walks over to him. Right before the ref looks up, Faith runs and soccer kicks Nightmare in the groin! An OHHHHHH sound fills the arena as Nightmare rolls to his back and Faith runs at the ropes, jumps to the top and performs the Faithsault. She then stays on for the pin...]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3!!!]

TUCK: Here is your winner... FAITH!!!

['Wherever,Whenever/We Will Rock You' plays on the arena sound system as Trinity and Sebastian re-enter the ring to celebrate Faith's victory. Noghtmare rolls out of the ring and staggers up the ramp, clutching his groin in agony. He looks bitterly at the celebrating trio before disappearing behind the curtain.]

MOSHER: Well, Faith walks out of here victorious with a little help from her friends, huh Mex! Mex?

MEXICAN: ...

MOSHER: Mex, you're drooling all over the table...

[In the CWF Presidential office, Andrew McMartyn swings around arrogantly in a huge leather chair, his feet up on the large oak desk in front of him. His valet Natasha sits on a nearby couch, playing with her long hair. A knock at the door disturbs the silence, causing an annoyed Andrew to bellow out.]

ANDREW: "COME IN!!"

[A decent pop is heard from the watching audience as Vice President Acid enters the room. Andrew looks over his visitor with an expression of pure hatred. ]

ANDREW: "What do YOU want? Shouldn’t you be giving one of our wrestlers some sort of pre-match rub-down or something? You certainly seem to keen on the management-locker room relations as of late…"

[Andrew’s smarmy remarks are met with an icy look by Acid, who stands before her Co-Owner hands on hips.]

ACID: "Oh, shut up, will you. I don’t see how my personal life is anything to do with you! You're a difficult person to catch up with, Andrew! Where have you been anyway?"

[Andrew is silent. Acid rolls her eyes.]

ACID: "Anyway, I came here to talk about something, so just listen up. "

[Andrew waves a hand dismissively at his business partner.]

ANDREW: "Sorry, I’m a little busy right now. With my Dad out of town on business this whole week, I’ve got an awful lot of important things to deal with right now. Not to mention I have to write a victory speech for Thursday after I become an unprecedented SEVEN-time World Champion later this evening. Your little talk will have to wait, Acid … I’m too busy a man to listen to what you have to say."

[An impatient Acid rolls her eyes at McMartyn’s arrogance. She waves a finger at him as she speaks.]

ACID: "Well, sure, you do look real busy sitting there on your ass! Now I realise with your equally crooked father out of the way this week Junior seems to think he’s running the show around here; well let me tell you, you couldn’t be more wrong! You forget that I ALSO call the shots around here, and one of my main priorities tonight is to make sure you don’t cheat your way into becoming Champion tonight."

ANDREW: "Oh really. How splendid for you. And how exactly are you planning to do that?"

[Acid allows herself a little smile.]

ACID: "Why, by FIRING anyone who tries to interfere in your match tonight, that’s how! You and Phil Leach are going to go at it one on one- with NO funny business and NO run-ins. It’s going to be man-on-man, well, that’s if we can classify YOU as one!"

[A look of irritation flashes across Andrew’s face at Acid’s statement, but the Co-Owner hides it well. He snorts impassively.]

ANDREW: "One on one? Pah, makes no difference to me. Unlike Phil Leach, I don’t need anyone to help me to win the CWF Championship. Your little stipulations can’t ever hope to outbalance my skill in the ring! Just let me know … Aren’t you going to wish your business partner Good Luck?"

[Acid looks up at the ceiling and laughs. Her answer is emphatic.]

ACID: "Hhhmmm … NO."

[The Vice-President turns and leaves the room, Andrew’s withering gaze staring at her as she does. McMartyn resumes swinging on his chair cockily as the door shuts behind her.]

ANDREW: "That little bitch has NO hope of screwing me out of the title tonight … jealous as usual just because she’s lucky to even have the job she has, while I on the other hand am soon to be CWF Owner AND CWF Champion. Oh yeah!"

[Over on the couch, Natasha snickers quietly to herself. Andrew looks over at her questioningly. His valet smiles nastily and flicks her hair back arrogantly.]

NATASHA: " … And when is she going to realise that black is SO last season!"

[Andrew and Natasha smile unpleasantly as the scene fades out.]

CWF Hardcore Champiosnhip
Felicia vs Damian Ali
The result: Damian Ali wins by pin fall

[In the locker room, CWF Champion Phil Leach is lacing up his boots, quite ignorant of the camera that is watching him.]

MOSHER: (voice over) "There's the CWF Champion Phil Leach, getting all psyched up for his title defense against Andrew McMartyn. It's coming up next, ladies and gentlemen, when Turbulence returns!"

[Commerical Break]

CWF CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Phil 'The Man' Leach vs Andrew McMartyn Referee: Adrian Davies

[Inside the squared circle, ring announcer Mr Tuck is ready to announce the main event. A loud hiss goes up as "Control" begins to play.]

TUCK: "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger – accompanied to the ring by Natasha, from Newport Wales weighing in at 220 lbs … ANDREW MCMARTYN!"

[Loud and passionate booing greets the Co-Owner of the CWF as he swaggers out onto the entrance ramp, the ravishing Natasha on his arm. Andrew McMartyn smirks cockily as he makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring, ascending one of the four turnbuckles to pose above the crowd.]

MEXICAN: "Andrew McMartyn is all business tonight, essa! I think Phil Leach’s little title reign will end up being a little short!"

["Control" ends as Mr Tuck introduces the opponent. As the arena lights turn purple and "It’s My Life" begins to play, the crowd leaps to its feet and explodes into cheering.]

TUCK: "And his opponent … from Llanbadoc Docks Usk, weighing in at 237 lbs, the CWF CHAMPION … PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!"

[The roaring crowd greets the CWF Champion’s appearance ecstatically. Sporting a head bandage still as the result of Andrew McMartyn’s attack on Redemption, Phil ‘The Man’ Leach jives down the entrance ramp and climbs into the ring. A huge cheer goes up as Phil gyrates in the centre of the ring. This taunting is interrupted though, as Andrew McMartyn blasts Phil from behind and begins stomping him into the ground!]

MEXICAN: "Woah! Senor McMartyn is intense!"

MOSHER: "Certainly, the challenger seemingly going for the element of surprise here …"

[Phil Leach’s music and light show quickly comes to an end as his opponent brutally stamps him down into the mat. Referee Adrian Davies quickly grabs the CWF title belt and removes it from the ring, calling for the ring bell to sounds as he does. Andrew McMartyn hauls the CWF Champion to his feet and whips him to the ropes, himself bounding off the opposite side of the ring. Phil Leach evades a running attack by leapfrogging his opponent, but Andrew McMartyn catches him on the return with a High Knee attack. More stomping from the challenger is followed by two sharp elbow drops to the chest, and then a pinfall. No! Phil Leach kicks out with little alarm after 1. Andrew drags Phil top his feet for the second time and again whips him towards the ropes. McMartyn sets up for a Belly-To-Belly Suplex but Phil Leach blocks with a knee to the midsection and hits a Manhattan Drop. Andrew staggers back under the impact, and receives a hard chop from his foe that sends his challenger tumbling backwards to the mat.]

MOSHER: "The CWF Champion looks to be finding his bearings here now…"

[Phil Leach unleashes a series of hard right hands before whipping Andrew into the ropes. The challenger receives a Kitchen Sink. As Andrew staggers to his feet Phil floors him with a big-time Pimp Clothesline. Cover by Phil Leach- 1 … Kickout. McMartyn rakes the CWF Champion in the face and whips him towards the corner, only for Phil to reverse the whip and send him ploughing into the pads. The Gentleman Pimp hits a big running splash in the corner, crushing Andrew McMartyn against the turnbuckle. Phil Leach signals for the Pimp Drop as the crowd cheers raucously, but the savvy McMartyn drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, out of harms way.]

MOSHER: "Looks like that cowardly Andrew McMartyn is heading for the hills!"

[Phil ‘The Man’ Leach hops out of the ring in pursuit and quickly makes after Andrew, who quickly thrusts his valet between him and his pursuer. As Phil shifts the human shield aside Andrew charges him and tackles him to the ground. McMartyn whips his foe towards the announce desk but Phil counters, sending Andrew crashing back first into the hard wooden table. An angry CWF Champion pulls out the TV monitors and microphones from the announce desk. A huge cheer goes up in the arena as Phil rolls a dazed Andrew McMartyn onto the table.]

MEXICAN: "Oh oh!"

[The CWF Champion signals for a Pimp Drop … but McMartyn hits a Low Blow! As Phil clutches his wounded groin Andrew clambers up and grasps his bandaged head, then drives it through the announce table with a vicious DDT! There is a loud gasp as the injured head of the CWF Champion is driven right through the structure and to the concrete floor. A sick smile on his face, Andrew rolls back into the ring before leisurely climbing through the ropes himself. The challenger aggressively stamps at the head of The Gentleman Pimp, while Phil desperately tries to cover it with his hands. Andrew pulls him to his feet and flings him to the corner. Phil Leach slumps back against the turnbuckle as Andrew smashes his head with hard right shots, then starts pulling the bandaging away from his cranium!]

MOSHER: "Come on referee! This is uncalled for!"

MEXICAN: "Haha! This is brilliant strategy from Andrew McMartyn … with that head of his injured Phil won’t be able to plant those stupid swedes!"

MOSHER: "This isn’t funny … Phil Leach may already have a concussion after going through our announce table!"

[A Snap Suplex by the challenger is followed by a smooth float-over into the pin. 1 … 2 … No – Phil gets a shoulder up. Andrew bad temperedly tears off the remaining gauze from around Phil Leach’s head and cruelly jumps onto the exposed wound. The aggressive challenger scrapes the bone of his arm across Phil’s forehead, prompting the official to angrily admonish him. Phil slowly crawls across the ring, but Andrew charges after him, burying a boot into the back of his head and yanking the CWF Champion to his feet. With a loud "Woo!", Andrew McMartyn delivers a trademark Bulldog. He covers the champion- 1 … 2 … NO! Phil Leach kicks out, but only by a fraction. Mounted punches by McMartyn dish out more punishment to the injured skull of the champion, but as ‘The Man’ staggers up and Andrew looks to nail him with a punching combo, Phil blocks, and fights back with some stiff chops. ]

MOSHER: "The crowd coming alive as Phil Leach mounts a comeback here!"

[A stunned Andrew recovers and swings at Phil, who ducks and hits a Full Nelson Slam – 1 … 2 … Kickout! Andrew catches Phil off-guard with a thumb to the eye and whips him to the ropes, but Phil reverses and plants McMartyn with an impressive Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. Andrew lies prone on the mat for the cover, but Phil cradles his injured skull in pain, unable to take advantage of his opponent’s weakened state. Slowly, both competitors clamber to their feet, with Phil Leach taking the initiative and hooking Andrew in close by the arms. Phil goes for a series of hard trapping "Swedes", but falters after the second shot, the pain on his cranium too intense to endure. As Phil stumbles back in agony Andrew McMartyn recovers, burying a knee into his opponent’s stomach and slamming him to the mat with an STO.]

MEXICAN: "That little ‘comeback’ didn’t last too long Capataino!"

MOSHER: "You’re right, GM – the damage sustained to Phil’s skull last Thursday and tonight is too great for him to sustain any real offence here … Andrew McMartyn can literally taste the title gold now!"

[The CWF Co-Owner stalks towards one of the corners and proceeds to tear off the top turnbuckle cover, exposing the vicious and dangerous metal beneath. Adrian Davies screams at him for what he is doing and blocks the exposed steel preventing any further interaction. Instead, Andrew McMartyn locks on a Sleeper Hold, cutting off the air supply to Phil’s damaged head. The referee raises his limp arm three times – the first two times the limb falls pathetically to the mat. A rousing pro-Phil chant echoes out from the crowd and the Champion’s arm shoots up! Phil elbows out of the hold with several sharp blows to his opponent’s stomach, finally breaking the submission and separating the duo. Phil blasts his foe with a couple of right hooks then bounds towards the ropes – CRACK! Andrew nails the Champion with an absolutely blistering Superkick right to the face! Phil hits the mat hard, his head bouncing of the canvas as he lands. Andrew eagerly leaps down to cover him, hooking the leg tightly … 1 … 2 … NO! NO! With the officials hands inches from the mat Phil shoots a shoulder up and kicks out!]

MEXICAN: "Aye Carumba! I don’t believe it!"

MOSHER: "Amazing, amazing … how DID Phil ‘The Man’ Leach escape that pin!"

[A furious McMartyn rants and raves to the referee, outraged he did not score the pinfall. Adrian Davies gives just as good back, yelling back into the CWF Owner’s face. Angrily, McMartyn shoves the official, who shoves back, sending the grappler stumbling backwards and right into a Schoolboy from Phil – 1 … 2 … NO! Andrew just escapes, and scrambles up to his feet hastily., swinging wildly towards his opponent. A battered Phil blocks the shot and whips Andrew to the ropes, dropping him with a huge Back Body Toss. Andrew clambers up and is met with first one Pimp Clothesline, then another, then another- no! Andrew McMartyn cannily ducks the third successive Clothesline from Phil Leach. The CWF Champion’s attack flies over his head and nails the referee instead! A concerned Gentleman Pimp leans over the still form of Adrian Davies, allowing Andrew to attack from behind and knock him through the ring-ropes to the arena floor.]

MEXICAN: "Watch out Capataino … these two are taking it to the outside yet again!"

[Andrew savagely beats down the CWF Champion as he crawls around the ringside area, nailing him with aggressive boots and fists. McMartyn drags ‘The Man’ to his feet and smashes his now bleeding forehead into one of the ringside barricades, causing the Champion to yell out in pain. The title challenger goes for an Irish Whip towards one of the ring-posts but the move is reversed, and Phil Leach hurls HIM into the metal! A loud clang is heard as Andrew’s face connects with the steel. Phil rolls Andrew into the ring and as the dazed title contender sways uncertainly to his feet the Champion hits his Pimp Drop! Phil covers and looks around in confusion – referee Adrian Davies is still out! While the CWF Champion tries to bring the ref to, Andrew McMartyn slides out of the ring and grabs the CWF Championship gold from the time-keeper’s table.]

MOSHER: "Hey! What are you doing! Andrew McMartyn is bringing that title belt into the ring!"

[SMASH! Andrew nails Phil straight in the face with the gold, sending the CWF Champion crashing to the mat. McMartyn covers, but again there is no referee to count the three! Angrily, Andrew drags Phil up and charges him towards the exposed turnbuckle, looking to finish him once and for all. ‘The Man’ gets a foot up however, and blocks the attack, then spins around and chops away frenetically at his opponent. Andrew staggers back gripping his chest in pain, but quickly recovers and nails Phil Leach with a kick to the groin! The Gentleman Pimp doubles up and Andrew delivers The Final Solution! Phil lies convulsing on the canvas, Andrew’s devastating finishing move the final blow to his cranium. Andrew covers his unmoving rival – but still no official to count! Slowly referee Adrian Davies stirs, and crawls sluggishly over towards the cover. With Phil Leach lying motionless the official begins the count- 1 … … 2 … … NO! NO! NO! A massive cheer goes up as Phil manages to kick out just before the three. The referee’s unconsciousness gave the Champion enough time to recover and escape!]

MOSHER: "He did it! Phil is still in this match!"

MEXICAN: "Hahaha! Not for much longer – look!"

[Adrian Davies and Andrew McMartyn and to their feet, and the title challenger waits in readiness as a barely conscious Phil Leach gets up. The CWF Champion is met with a swift kick to the midsection and Andrew sets up for a second successive Final Solution! NO! Phil Leach sweeps out Andrew’s feet and sing-shots him overhead. The CWF Owner flies through the air and collides face first with the dangerously exposed metal turnbuckle! Andrew spins round from the impact and an exhausted Phil scoops him up for the PIMP DROP! 1 … … 2 … … 3!!! The bell rings as "It’s My Life" blasts into the arena – Phil ‘The Man’ Leach has done it!]

MEXICAN: "No! This isn’t right, essa! Phil Leach cheated … he used that turnbuckle!"

MOSHER: "Phil Leach has done it! ‘The Man’ has successfully retained his title against Andrew McMartyn, and by God was there a war to do it!"

TUCK: "The winner of this match … and STILL CWF Champion … PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!"

[Adrian Davies places the CWF Championship belt over the barely moving form of Phil, lying bleeding and shattered on the mat. A little distance away, a desolate and defeated Andrew McMartyn lies holding his head in agony, shuddering from the effects of the Pimp Drop. Neither man can even attempt to climb to his feet, but Phil Leach receives a rousing ovation from the fans for his effort in this outstanding match. Both men lie exhausted on the canvas as another edition of Tuesday Night Turbulence fades to black …]