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::TUESDAY NIGHT TURBULENCE::
MOSHER: “A very Good Evening to you folks, and welcome to another stellar edition of Tuesday night Turbulence. As usual, we’ve got another packed card for you tonight, with Hans Grip, Damian Ali and Andrew McMartyn all returning to action following the events of Shindig Slam- it should make for an interesting night!” MEXICAN: “Ci Capataino, but what about the second round of the “Best Of Five Speciality Tournament”? In that very ring tonight, Dan Jones and Phil Leach are going to go at it again- and this time, it’s going to be Submission, gringo! El Callabero Pimpo is playing a dangerous game with Dan Jones here tonight!” [As Greasy Mexican and Captain Mosher discuss the upcoming events of Turbulence, a huge boo goes up in the arena as Puddle Of Mudd’s “Control” hits over the PA. The CWF Superstar everyone loves to hate, Andrew McMartyn, swaggers arrogantly down to the ring. McMartyn Junior is dressed in a fitted black top and smart black trousers, and sports an expensive looking Rolex watch. The Co-Owner of the CWF ignores the jeering fans and steps into the ring, taking a mike from ring announcer Mr Tuck before standing in the centre of the squared circle. Once the booing has subsided, Andrew begins to speak.] ANDREW: “Yeah … whatever. Look, I’m out here tonight for the first time since CWF Shindig Slam. And I’m out here for the first time since Pete Nancollis, a mere trainer, a retiree, a WASHED UP competitor beat me right here in the centre of the ring. And I’ll be honest with you all- I’m appalled at myself. Appalled that I would be beaten by yesterday’s news, appalled that I was humiliated by a has-been, appalled that I tapped out to that loathsome “Secret Squirrel”.” MEXICAN: “Ci Senor! I hate that Secret Squirrel!” ANDREW: “And as I lay there, flat on my back in this ring at Shindig Slam, I felt anger. I felt so angry towards Pete Nancollis that I wanted to leap up and beat him into a bloody pulp that minute. He had humiliated and beaten me, and I wanted cold hard revenge, simple as that. And I was stll thinking those thoughts, all the way back to the locker room, on the journey home, and all of last week. Only tonight, a little before I came out here to address you idiots, did I have an epiphany.” MEXICAN: “Haha! The idiots here in Pontypool can’t even spell ‘epiphany’!!” ANDREW: “I realised something just moments ago- I realised why I lost at Shindig Slam … I wasn’t cheated or screwed out of the victory. I just lost simply because Pete Nancollis was the better man.” MOSHER: “Woah! I never expected to hear these words coming from Andrew McMartyn!” ANDREW: “Pete, you WERE the better man eight days ago, and I have a request. I want you to come down to the ring so I can admit this to you face to face.” [The crowd is buzzing with surprise at Andrew’s attitude and demeanour in the ring, astounded he would take his big PPV loss with such grace and sportsmanship. After a lengthy pause, “Lethal Weapon” hits over the PA and Head CWF Trainer “DSP” Pete Nancollis makes his way sternly but leisurely to the ring. Nancollis climbs in through the ropes and takes a microphone, then walks over to Andrew McMartyn, who has silently watched him arrive in the squared circle. With a deliberate tone, Pete speaks.] PETE: “Look Andrew, I don’t know what game you’re playing, and I don’t believe this nice-guy act one bit. I cam e back for one night, and one night only at Shindig Slam and quite frankly, I don’t want anything else to do with you. I hope I made you realise that you can’t mess with the business of the employees of this company, because if you try it again, me and the others WILL give you more of the same. I beat you fair and square at Shindig Slam, so let’s just call this the end of the matter and get back to normal.” [Rather than seeming annoyed by Pete’s words, Andrew nods his head in continual agreement. ] ANDREW: “Pete, you’re absolutely right. This should be the end of the matter, and indeed, you did teach me a lesson. But before I turn around and walk out of this ring, I just want to say one more thing. Pete, you beat me one on one, fair and square at Shindig Slam … and I’d be honoured if you would shake my hand.” MEXICAN: “What?! What’s wrong with you, essa!” [Andrew McMartyn solemnly holds out his hand to Pete Nancollis, who regards the hand with a suspicious look on his face. Andrew nods towards him in encouragement, and slowly Pete extends his hand, the rest of his body tensed and ready for action if needed. The two men clasp hands and shake firmly, garnering a mixed reaction from the crowd.] MOSHER: “Great sportsmanship being shown by both competitors here…” [THWACK! As the opponents shake hands, Andrew McMartyn slyly slides a hand into his pocket, then pulls it out and punches Pete straight in the face! A massive boo echoes around the Pontypool Hall as “DSP” crumbles to the mat like a sack of potatoes!] MEXICAN: “Aha! Did you see that, Capataino?! Andrew McMartyn just laid out Pete Nancollis!” MOSHER: “Yes, but look- with brass knucks no less!” [Pete sprawls helplessly on the canvas as Andrew climbs on top of him and begins pounding away at his head with angry left and right hooks, beating down the trainer senseless. With Pete even weaker than before, Andrew arrogantly tosses him through the ring ropes and to the outside, “DSP”’s face now a bloody crimson mask. The fans boo angrily as McMartyn climbs out of the ring after his victim and strolls over to the announce table, and proceeds to tear off the protective cover and pull out the monitors.] MOSHER: “What the Hell are you doing?! Get away from here!” MEXICAN: “I’m getting out of the way- adios, amigo!” [Andrew rolls the near unconscious Pete onto the announcers table, pulls him up, and delivers The Final Solution!! A massive gasp is heard from the audience as McMartyn uses his devastating finisher to drive his nemesis through the table! As Andrew climbs out of the wreckage with a satisfied smile on his face, “Control” begins to play once again. He swaggers around the ringside area and makes his way into the back, raising his arms victoriously above his head. Pete Nancollis lies bleeding and unmoving amongst the shattered remnants of the announce desk, splinters of wood embedded deep in his skin. Around the carnage, Captain Mosher and The Greasy Mexican look on in shock.] MOSHER: “Good God- what an audacious start to Turbulence tonight!” MEXICAN: “Ci! Just ten minutes into the show and we have the CWF’s head trainer lying motionless at our feet! Aye Carumba!”
Gav: I'm here with Tom "The Shuck" Ickleberry, a man who tonight will team up with the legend- (Shuck interupts Gav and puts his hand over Gav's mouth. The camera then moves to show Shuck dressed, head to toe, in red and yellow. He even has a "Huckster" bandana on.) The Shuck: FFFFFINALLY, THE SHUCK HAS COM- (Gav coughs. Shuck stops and then Gav whispers something into his ear.) Shuck: Why can't I say that? (Gav smiles at the camera to pretend nothing is going on and then whispers something else.) Shuck: Copyright? Whats co- OH! Ohhhhhh, right.... Shall we start again? Gav: We're live... (Shuck stares at Gav and then turns to the camera.) Shuck: Umm... (He then breaks into "Huckster mode".) Shuck: Ya know something brother!? I don't like the way you're talking to me. We're here in... Pontypool Hall.. (cheap pop) Shuck: And the fans want to hear what The Shuckster has to say.. (Gav says the word "Shuckster" quietly to himself in confusion) Shuck: And i'm here to ask a question Gav. I'm here to ask Damian Ali and Hans Grip a question. You wanna know what that question is? Gav: Umm, okay... Shuck: WHATCHA GON- (Suddenly the REAL Huckster steps into view and covers the microphone with his hand. The crowd almost blow the roof off with cheers. Bob Jones then slowly takes the microphone away from The Shuck, who is staring at awe at The Huckster. Huckster puts the microphone to his mouth.) Huckster: (to Shuck) Allow me brother... (to camera).. WHATCHYA GONNA DO DAMIAN AND HANS!?!? WHATCHYA GONNA DO? WHEN THE HUCKSTER AND THE SHUCK BEAT YOUR ASSES DOWN? WHATCHYA GONNA DO WHEN HUCKSTERMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU!?!? (Huckster tears his top in half, much to the enjoyment of the fans. The Shuck then tries tearing his top but can't quite manage it. The Huckster stops flexing and looks at The Shuck struggle.) Shuck: (to himself) Damn...stupid top...won't..... RIP! (The Shuck tugs his hardest and then stumbles back and falls through the curtain which is behind him, pulling it down on top of him. Huckster and Gav just look at eachother and continue to watch as The Shuck struggles to escape.) Gav: Shall we help him? Huckster: No, leave him brother. It'll get him warmed up... (After several minutes, the crowd have almost died laughing. Huckster now has his hands on his hips. The Shuck FINALLY escapes, and with his Huckstermania top in his hands.) Shuck: I DID IT! Now, one last thing... (Shuck stumbles from the debris and then looks into the camera.) Shuck: WHATCHYA GONNA DO WHEN SHUCKSTERMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU!?!? WHATCHYA GONNA DO!? (Shuck flexes his so called 'muscles'. Huckster walks off and grabs The Shuck by his head, pulling him with him.) Huckster: Come on Tom... (Gav watches the unlikely team walk off and then shrugs at the camera.)
KYLE REECE & FAITH vs KID PUNK & ASYA TUCK: “Ladies and gentleman this next match is a mixed tag match and the rules are as follows, when a male superstar is in the ring he must go against a male superstar and vice versa! Introducing first, KYLE REECE and FAITH!!!” (As the Kyle’s theme plays the two of them stride out together Kyle Reece looks focused on his task as Faith laps up the crowd support. The two make it to the ring and Kyle holds the ropes open for Faith to climb through.) TUCK: “And their opponents … KID PUNK and ASYA!!!!” (These two superstars walk out to get a mixed reaction from the crowd. They walk down and Kid Punk immediately dives in the ring and heads straight for Faith!!!) Mosher – He can’t do that! (The ref pulls Faith away and Reece begins to lay right hand after right hand into Punk. He backs him into a corner and then whips Kid Punk across the ring. Reece launches a number of shoulders into Punk as he connects with the turnbuckle.) Mexican – Reece looking intense Amigo! (Kyle pulls him out and floors him with a scoop slam, he drops an elbow near the throat of kid Punk and Kid Punk gasps for air. Reece pulls him up and sends him to the corner. Just as Reece begins to charge Punk tags in Asya, forcing Reece to leave the ring!) Mosher – Dirty tactics there! Reece was on fire and Kid Punk made him get out! (Reece unwillingly climbs out as a smirk appears over punks face, suddenly Faith tags Reece back in, Reece launches himself back across the ring and lands a baseball slide to Punk!) Mosher – Faith foiling Kid Punks plan!! Mexican – What a dumb compadre! (Reece rolls Kid Punk back in and sends him to the ropes on the return Punk slides through his legs and whips Reece into the corner. Punk leap frogs Reece knocking him to the mat and then stands on the turnbuckle and hits the STAGE DIVE!) Mosher – What! Where’d that come from? (Punk, covers, 1…2..Power out by Reece. Both men remain on the mat both trying to get o their feet, this time Reece tags in Faith and Asya, obviously the larger female floors her with a clothesline. Reece and Punk roll out of the ring and steady themselves on the apron.) Mexican – Lets see some female wrestling! (Asya yanks Faith up and snapmares her down again. She pulls Faith up by her hair but Faith lands a chop to the chest of Asya, the crowd shout “Woo” as it connects, Faith then leaps up and lands a Sunset flip pin, 1…2..Kickout! Asya gets up, obviously surprised by the move and is met with a dropkick from the former women’s champ.) Mosher – Faith making a comeback! (Faith pulls Asya up and hits a snap suplex followed by a DDT, into the pin, 1…2..kickout. Asya looks like she is starting to fade a little but gets to her feet. Faith looks for a hurricanrana but is met with a huge powerbomb from Asya!) Mexican – Good counter! (Asya covers, 1….2…kickout and only just! Asya pulls up the former champ but she is slapped in the back by Reece! Asya looks furious, Reece gives her a very sarcastic wave and she exits the ring. Reece laughs and is suddenly stopped by a reverse DDT from Punk!) Mexican – Cheeky little Amigo that Reece! (Punk covers, 1….2…kickout. Reece gets to his feet and Punk charges at him, Reece lands an arm drag followed by a scissor sweep. Punk charges one last time and is met with a farewell! Kid Punk’s face bounces off the mat and Reece hooks his leg, 1….2…and a break up by Asya! The ref forces her out of the ring, as his back is turned back sticks out a boot and plants a kick to Reece’s groin!) Mexican – OW! Reece won’t be having kids any time soon! First Acid and now this… (Punk gets to his feet and hits an orange Crush pin, the ref spins around on hearing the impact, 1…2….kickout! Reece rolls over and attempts to get to his feet. Punk rolls him up into a small package, 1….2….reversal! Reece rolls the pin over now Reece covers…one… Asya runs in to stop the count…two…Faith floors her with a clothesline from no where…three! Reece leaps up and receives a hug from Faith. The two celebrate in the ring as Kid Punk picks himself up with the help of Asya. Kyle Reece and Faith climb out and appeal to the crowd as they pick up the win.) Mexican – it was stolen! Mosher – Wait a minute… (Suddenly Kid Punk lifts Asya onto his shoulder and hits a Death Valley driver! She is planted on the mat with tremendous force! Punk picks her up again and then hits a brainbuster on his own tag partner! He begins to punch her over and over again until he is dragged off by staff and a number of referees.) Mosher – That man is sick… (Asya is helped up as we see a sadistic grin on the face of Kid Punk…) Mexican – looks like he blamed her for his loss… Mosher – He got pinned!!! Mexican – but she didn’t save him amigo!
[As we return to Tuesday Night Turbulence, various wrestlers and staff members are gathered in the backstage area as a bloody and unconscious Pete Nancollis is stretchered into a waiting ambulance. The spectators look on gravely as the grim faced paramedics load the Head Trainer into the vehicle. A tearful Ruth grabs one of the passing medics by the arm.] RUTH: “Oh God, look, is he going to be alright? He looks like he’s in such a bad way!” MEDIC: “Miss, I honestly don’t know. We’ll have a much better idea once we get him to the hospital for a proper examination. From what we can tell at this stage, your friend seems to have a serious concussion.” RUTH: “Oh no … can I come with him?” [The paramedic nods and just as the worried Ruth is about to climb into the ambulance Head Of Staff Arranboy holds her back.] ARRAN: “Ruth, you look way too upset to go, to see Pete like this. I’ll go with the ambulance, and we’ll meet you at the hospital, yeah?” RUTH: “=sniff= … Yeah.” ARRAN: “That’s my girl … Eddie, you’re in control while I get to the hospital. Make sure it all goes smoothly tonight, and for Heavens Sakes, keep a check on Andrew.” EDDIE: “Will do Arran. Keep us updated on Pete…” [As Ruth, Eddie, and the rest of the crowd watch with concern, Arranboy climbs into the ambulance and it pulls off, sirens on and lights flashing as the team rushes to get Pete to the nearest medical facility.]
Andrew McMartyn vs Rabbi Bernie Dobba TUCK: "This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, weighing 180 lbs, RABBI BERNIE DOBBA!" MEXICAN: "I wouldn't put my money on that little freak in this one, Mosh!" ["Pretty Fly For A Rabbi" starts up. The fans give a great pop, not so much for the Rabbi, but for the fact that he is against Andrew. Dobba, nonetheless, milks it. He offers his blessings to the crowd as he strolls down the ramp.] MOSHER: "Well, the weight, size, experience, strength and ability advantage should go to Andrew McMartyn! But don't underestimate the power of the support of these fans, Mexican! You've seen what it can do for people like 'The Huckster'!" MEXICAN: "That old fraud! He should retire! Or be sacked!" [The Rabbi's music ends. The fans begin to boo, anticipating the next entrant.] TUCK: "His opponent, weighing 220 lbs, 'simply the best', ANDREW MCMARTYN!" ["Control" starts up, sending the crowd into frenzied jeering. McMartyn Jr struts out onto the stage beneath the McMartyntron. Confidence is written all over his face.] MOSHER: "Well, Andrew certainly doesn't look too apprehensive!" MEXICAN: "Of what?! Look at his opponent! Even the referee could beat that little guy!" [The arrogant young star strolls down to the ring, Natasha following closely at his heels. He calmly mounts the ring steps and ducks under the ropes. Natasha, fearing the unpredictable nature of Rabbi Dobba, opts to remain outside the ring. The referee motions both men to the ring centre. He exchanges nods with each, then calls for the bell.] MEXICAN: "Hey, you forgot to mention that Andrew has other advantages over Dobba!" MOSHER: "Like what?" MEXICAN: "Well, good looks, style, taste..." MOSHER: "You are such a suck up!" [They lock up. Andrew uses his superior strength to shove Dobba to the floor. He seems overly pleased with himself, suggesting he rarely gets the chance to overpower someone so convincingly. Dobba, however, bounces right back to his feet. They go to lock up, but Dobba feints. He throws a punch. Andrew blocks. He nails a knee right into Dobba's gut. McMartyn floors the Rabbi with a swift elbow to the head, then dances away, hopping from foot to foot.] MEXICAN: "Andrew is having a great time here, gringo!" MOSHER: "He sure is making this look easy!" [Dobba struggles to his feet, puffing a little, but still ready to fight. Andrew obliges. He whips Dobba, then drops him with a Drop Toe Hold. McMartyn immediately locks on a Half-Crab. Dobba struggles to escape. He claws his way to the ropes, breaking the hold. Andrew lets go, but throws in a quick stomp for good measure.] MEXICAN: "Andrew is just toying with him! This is great!" MOSHER: "He's like a cat playing with a mouse! How sadistic!" [Dobba drags himself to his feet, only to be met by a an Armbar Takedown from Andrew. Dobba struggles to free himself and Andrew applies great pressure to his arm. Once more, the Rabbi drags himself to the ropes, escaping the hold. Andrew just gets up patiently. Quite happy to wear Dobba down, bit by bit. He pulls the Rabbi to his feet, then looks for a Northern Lights Suplex. Dobba blocks it! The Rabbi counters by DDTing the young McMartyn.] MOSHER: "What a great counter move by Rabbi Dobba!" MEXICAN: "Oh no! He can't do that to senor McMartyn!" [Both men are a little slower getting up now, but Andrew is up first. He starts nailing Dobba with some hard jabs, then whips him. McMartyn looks for a Monkey Toss, but Dobba blocks it. He quickly reverses it into a Hammerlock. Andrew counters with an Armwringer. Before Dobba has chance to reverse the move, Andrew quickly hits a hook kick, flooring the Rabbi once more.] MEXICAN: "What a nice combo! Andrew is back in control, and with style!" MOSHER: "An excellent display of technical wrestling by these two young stars!" [Andrew quickly applies a Recliner Pin: One. Two. No! Clear kickout!] MEXICAN: "That was a lucky escape for Dobba! He's only prolonging the pain!" MOSHER: "He's got a lot of heart for a little guy!" [Andrew pulls Dobba to his feet, then pulls off a Pulling Piledriver. He then takes a moment to stand on Dobba's head until the ref orders him to stop. He pulls the little man back to his feet again, then, taking hold of one of Dobba's legs, hits a Double Dragon Screw. The Rabbi writhes on the mat, crying out as he clutches his injured limb. Andrew mocks the fallen Rabbi, taunting him to get up for more. Dobba, bravely, struggles to his feet. Due to the effect of Andrew, a moderate pop is given for the Rabbi. Andrew throws a punch, but, spurred on by the crowd, Dobba blocks it. He drives Andrew back to the ropes with a series of blows, then whips him. Dobba ducks down, ready for a Back Body Drop, but, when Andrew comes back, he finds himself lacking the strength to lift the young McMartyn. Andrew takes the opportunity to nail a blistering Chin Crusher.] MEXICAN: "Hahaha! Oh, this is great! My eyes are watering! Dobba is just so badly outmatched!" MOSHER: "Rabbi Dobba is putting up as best a fight as he can, but Andrew seems to be too much for him!" [With Dobba down, Andrew spies the perfect opportunity. He takes hold of the Rabbi's legs and applies his trademark Figure Four Leglock. Dobba cries out in pain, and struggles to get to the ropes. He makes it, but only just. Andrew lets go. He gives Dobba a swift kick in the ribs as he gets up. The Rabbi struggles to stand, using the ropes to pull himself up. As he gets up, Andrew plants him with a Snap Suplex.] MEXICAN: "Senor Dobba is being taken to school!" [McMartyn pulls the Rabbi to his feet again and whips him. He duck for a Back Body Drop, but Rabbi counters. He boots Andrew in the face, sending him reeling. Dobba charges in with a clothesline, but Andrew ducks. He catches Dobba with a Neckbreaker. McMartyn pulls Dobba up, then whips him. Amazingly, Rabbi Dobba gathers the strength to reverse the whip, sending McMartyn to the ropes. Dobba aims a Super Kick, but Andrew catches his foot!] MOSHER: "Oh no! Things are looking bad for Dobba now!" [Andrew smiles evilly at Dobba, but the Rabbi starts bouncing on his other foot. He builds up just enough momentum, then leaps up to deliver an enziguri. No! Andrew catches his other foot! The Rabbi falls flat on his back, McMartyn Jr still holding onto his legs.] MOSHER: "Things are looking really, really bad for Dobba!" [Andrew tightens his grip on the Rabbi's legs, then falls back, throwing Dobba into the air. The Rabbi flies, face first, into the turnbuckle.] MEXICAN: "Whoohoo! What a Slingshot!" MOSHER: "So far Andrew has countered everything Dobba has tried!" [Dobba turns around, dazed, and staggers towards Andrew. The cocky young McMartyn drills the Rabbi with a Drop Toe Hold. In the blink of an eye, Andrew has locked on his deadly Anklelock. Rabbi Dobba screams in pain, stretching for the ropes. The two men are practically in the centre of the ring, and Dobba hasn't the strength to pull them both to the ropes. He has no choice but to tap. He collapses to the mat, sobbing in pain. The referee calls for the bell.] MOSHER: "A valiant effort by the Rabbi, but he's far out of his league!" MEXICAN: "I never had any doubt!" ["Control" blasts over the PA. Andrew stands in the ring with a broad grin on his face. He waves to the fans surrounding him, being constantly jeered. Natasha enters the ring and celebrates with him. Rabbi Dobba rolls under the ropes and collapses in an exhausted pile outside the ring.] TUCK: "The winner by submission, ANDREW MCMARTYN!" [Andrew and Natasha exit the ring and stroll up the ramp, both smiling triumphantly.]
[In the palatial office of Mr McMartyn backstage in the arena, the CWF President is seated at his desk looking across at Road Agent Edward Jones with a look of displeasure on his face. With mild irritation, McMartyn taps a silver fountain pen on the desk top.] MCMARTYN: “And what are you doing here? I asked to see Arranboy…” EDDIE: “Arran’s gone to the hospital with Pete Nancollis Sir, so he sent me to give you an update on the increased security measures you ordered.” [Mr McMartyn taps the table impatiently.] MCMARTYN: “… AND?” [The team from the lab finished taking DNA samples from the last few employees this afternoon. In a couple of days, we should have a complete inventory of DNA samples with which to increase our headquarters security.] MCMARTYN: “Excellent … continue to inform me of any new developments…” EDDIE: “Yes Sir.” [With that, Edward Jones turns and leaves the office.]
The Huckster and The Shuck vs Damian Ali and Hans Grip TUCK: "This is a tag match, set for one fall. First, weighing 370 lbs, the team of THE HUCKSTER AND THE SHUCK!" ["Real American" fills the air. The crowd leaps the its feet. Bob Jones stomps out onto the ramp, posing and flexing for the fans. He stops just at the top of the ramp and turns back, waiting for his partner. "The Shuck" comes out, striking "The Huckster's" traditional taunts, dressed in a parody of the red and yellow. They stamp to the ring, both entering at opposite sides. They meet up in the middle, where they cup their hands to their ears in unison, gaining a massive pop. Next "The Huckster" tears off his Huckstermania vest. "The Shuckster" attempts to do the same, but is too feeble. He gives up and just pulls the vest over his head. Finally, "The Shuck" back off to one corner while "The Huckster" removes his title belt and hands it to the referee.] MOSHER: "'Huckstermania' and 'Shuckstermania'! This should be a wild match!" MEXICAN: "Pff! Only a fool would think those idiots will win!" TUCK: "Their opponents, weighing 530 lbs, DAMIAN ALI AND HANS GRIP!" [A piercing scream echoes through the arena, before "Seek And Destroy" starts up. Hans and Damian stroll out onto the ramp together, Felicia and Sven at their sides. Hans raises his title belt over his head, Damian raises Felicia's hand in the air. They are greeted by intense jeering and catcalls. Ignoring the hostile reaction, the four figures stroll down the ramp to the ring. Bob and "The Shuck" glare daggers at their foes. Damian and Hans enter the ring, leaving their managers to watch from outside. The referee shoos two of the men to the apron, then calls for the bell to start.] MOSHER: "Hans Grip and 'The Huckster' set to kick off!" [They two big men lock up. They test strength against each other. Hans Grip begins to vastly overpower Bob, forcing him down to one knee. The fans, seeing their hero in jeopardy, and being encouraged by the clapping "Shuckster", start chanting "HUCK! HUCK! HUCK!". The old veteran pushes with all his might, veins bulging in his shoulders. He rises to his feet. He takes one hesitant step forward. Another. Grip is forced to step backwards. This time Hans Grip is forced to one knee, but he quickly rises up, pushing "The Huckster" back again. Finally, with an almighty roar, "The Huckster" throws all his weight into Grip, hurling the Swedish giant backwards, causing him to go crashing to the mat. A massive pop goes up. "The Huckster" flexes his wrinkly build, mocking the fallen Swede. Hans gets to his feet, an angry snarl on his face.] MOSHER: "INCREDIBLE! HANS GRIP WAS OVERPOWERED BY 'THE HUCKSTER'!" MEXICAN: "WHOAH! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" [The mighty foreigner runs at "The Huckster", however, surprisingly, he dodges aside. He drives Grip against the turnbuckles with a series of right hands, then, after backing up a few steps, squashes the huge Swede with a massive clothesline. Hans slumps to the floor, dazed from "The Huckster's" awesome blow.] MOSHER: "Amazing! What a clothesline! Bob is picking Hans Grip apart! I've never seen ANYONE dominate Hans Grip like this before!" MEXICAN: "Hans! Do something! Fight back!" MOSHER: "It looks like Hans' winning streak is over! First Phil, now 'The Huckster'! Once he starts losing, he just can't stop!" ["The Huckster", for some inexplicable reason, tags in "The Shuckster". The small man pulls Hans Grip to his feet, with great effort, then hits him with loud knife edge chop. The crowd let up a "Whoo!" in response. "The Shuckster" hits another chop, gaining the same response. He pauses to play to the crowd, but this is all the opportunity Grip needs. Hans rises up and hurls "The Shuckster" against the turnbuckles. He pummels him with rights and lefts, then whips the smaller man to the other corner. "The Shuckster" slams against the turnbuckles and staggers back into a Tilt A Whirl Slam from Grip. "The Huckster" claps his hand to his brow upon seeing "The Shuckster's" lack of ability.] MEXICAN: "Hoo boy, what a turn around! Trust 'The Shuck' to let his team down, eh gringo?" MOSHER: "Well, he sure set himself a high target, trying to measure up to 'The Huckster's' level of ability." [Hans laughs as he easily pulls up his small foe, then hoists him up and delivers a Gorilla Press Slam. Hans plants one foot on "The Shuckster's" chest: One. Tw- No! "Shuck" breaks free.] MOSHER: "Bob sure has a tough fight on his hands with an ally like that!" [Hans drags "The Shuckster" to his feet, then drills him with a Brainbuster. Hans tags in Damian Ali. Ali pulls "The Shuckster" to his feet, then whips him. He nails a crescent kick on the rebound. "Shuck" hits the mat hard. Ali lays into "Shuckster" with some hard stomps. He pulls "Shuck" to his feet, then drops him with a Frontface DDT. Ali covers: One. Two. No! Broken by "The Huckster"!] MEXICAN: "That was a close save by 'The Huckster'!" MOSHER: "'The Shuck' had better pick up his game a bit!" [As the ref ushers Bob out of the ring, Hans takes the chance to enter the ring. Along with Ali, the two men drill "The Shuckster" with a Double Team Powerbomb. Ali leaves the ring, leaving Hans to carry on.] MOSHER: "There wasn't even a tag there!" [Hans floors "Shuck" with a Shortarm clothesline. Hans pulls "Shuck" back up and whips him, bouncing off the ropes himself. Grip strays too close to "The Huckster's" corner, and the old veteran clubs him in the back of the head. This is gives "The Shuckster" the chance to turn the match. He hits a high front dropkick, sending the huge Swede toppling over the top rope. "The Shuckster" and "The Huckster" both jump down to the floor, as the referee moves to stop Damian Ali getting into the ring. Together they drag Grip to his feet and double whip him against the steel ringsteps. With a loud clatter, Hans knocks them apart. Quickly, "The Shuck" clambers back into the ring, while "The Huckster" rolls Hans Grip under the bottom rope. The referee turns around just in time to see "Shuck" going for a cover: One. Two. Kickout! Hans powers out.] MEXICAN: "Those sneaky worms! See how they were double teaming Hans Grip!" ["The Shuck" pulls Hans Grip to his feet, then tags "The Huckster" back in. A great pop goes up as the veteran leaps into action. He whips Grip to the ropes, and goes for the Big Boot! Grip counters. He ducks down and low blows "The Huckster". Grip hits a huge lariat, flooring Bob. The giant Swede, now panting from his exertion, pulls "The Huckster" to his feet. He drags the veteran to the hostile corner, where Ali eagerly awaits a tag.] MOSHER: "This match is really back an forth! No-one seems to be able to keep the advantage for long!" [Ali goes to work with a Hip Throw. He pulls "Huckster" back up, then whips him, but "The Huckster" holds onto the ropes. Ali runs at him, but Bob steps aside and lobs Ali over the ropes. "The Huckster" turns around to check on Hans Grip, but is just in time to be surprised by a running clothesline from the gigantic wrestler. Hans pulls Bob up, then boots him in the gut. Grip drills the veteran with a Snap Suplex. Grip pins: One. "Shuck", seeing "The Huckster" in trouble, climbs up the ringpost. Two. "Shuck" measures up the situation, then takes a deep breath and steels himself. Thr-NO! Just before the referee's hand comes crashing down, "The Shuckster" comes crashing down onto the small of Hans Grip's back.] MOSHER: "Unbelievable! Did you see that amazing Diving Elbow by 'The Shuck'?!" MEXICAN: "He shouldn't be in the ring! He's not legal!" [All three men are lying on the canvas, struggling to stand. Damian Ali is still on the floor outside the ring, dazed. The referee has no choice but to count. One. Two. Three. Four. "Shuck" and Hans begin to stir. Five. "Shuck" staggers to his feet. Hans climbs up the ropes. "The Shuckster" goes on the attack, keeping Grip stunned with some punches. He whips the monstrous Swede, and backs into the ropes himself. As he does so, Damian Ali grabs his ankle. "Shuck" is distracted just long enough for Hans Grip to send him flying over the ropes with a clothesline. Grip turns back to his other foe, but meets "The Huckster" heading towards him at high speed. Hans is sent reeling by a strong clothesline. "The Huckster" whips him, then nails the patented Big Boot!] MOSHER: "BIG BOOT! YOU KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!" ["The Huckster" backs into the ropes, but Damian Ali strikes. He blasts "The Huckster" in the back of the head, sending him stumbling forward. Ali attacks again, hitting a vicious Bulldog. Ali tries a pin: One. Two. NO! "The Shuck", out of nowhere, drags Ali off "The Huckster"!] MOSHER: "That was really close!" MEXICAN: "COME ON HANS! COME ON ALI! AYE CARUMBA!" ["Shuck" pulls Ali to his feet and drives him to the corner with some punches. Ali quickly turns it around, trapping "The Shuckster" against the turnbuckles and laying intp him with some chops. "The Huckster" staggers to his feet and heads over to Ali. He nails a double axehandle smash on Ali. "The Huckster" tries to whip Ali across the ring, but Ali reverses, leaving "The Huckster" slumped against the opposite turnbuckles. Ali moves in to follow up, but "The Huckster" charges out of the corner, flooring Ali with a clothesline. Suddenly, Hans Grip is on his feet. He knocks "The Huckster" back into the corner. This gives Ali time to recover, and join in. Together the two men start stomping "The Huckster" into the canvas.] MOSHER: "Bob is in a world of trouble now!" [Heroically, "The Shuck" comes to his partner's aid. He leaps onto Grip's back and wraps his arms around the giant's head, covering his eyes. Hans stumbles around blindly. "The Huckster" takes his chance to knock Ali back with a hard right, then, from nowhere, he nails the Big Boot. Ali crashes to the canvas like a falling tree. Meanwhile Hans stumbles into the ropes, and topples over them. As he starts to fall, "The Shuck" jumps clear, landing back in the ring. He gets up and turns round and spies "The Huckster" looking at him from across the ring. They exchange a single nod, then, in tandem, bounce off the ropes and nail a double Legdrop!] MOSHER: "DOUBLE LEGDROP! IT MUST BE OVER NOW!" [Together "The Huckster" and "The Shuckster" rest a foot each on Ali's chest as the referee drops down to count: ONE. TWO. THREE! The bell is rung.] MOSHER: "THEY DID IT! THEY WON! WHAT AN EFFORT FROM 'THE HUCKSTER' AND 'THE SHUCK'!" [As "Real American" hits, "The Huckster" and "The Shuckster" start celebrating with much cupping of ears and flexing of biceps. They mock the beaten Ali and Hans as they are led away up the ramp by Felicia and Sven. Finally "The Huckster" holds one hand out to "The Shuckster". To a huge pop, "The Shuck" eagerly takes Bob's hand and engergetically shakes it. "The Huckster" raises "The Shuck's" hand in victory as the fans continue to cheer.]
(The house lights go red and "Bodies" hits over the PA. Out of the back strides Felicia, confident as ever despite losing her status as Woman's champion. She enters the ring and grabs a mic.) Felicia: CWF, I have dishonored you. I made a stupid popularity contest and in the process so many people got hurt along the way. I wish to apologize with all my heart and make amends. So if you would do me the honor, Vice President Acid, please come down here and let me try to patch things up with you. (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. She enters the ring and stares down Felicia.) Felicia: Now Acid, I know we didn't get off to the best of starts and some where done the line jealousy got into the way. My week off, gave me a chance to think. We are both strong, smart females and we shouldn't let petty rivalries get in the way of what could be a glorious friendship. I am prepared to apologize for all the pain I have caused you and your friends. What do you say? Acid: Felicia, honey, I’ve got just two words for ya… GET BENT! (Felicia is momentarily taken aback by this but soon regains her composure.) Felicia: Well fine then. It pains me that we couldn't get an understanding but I guess things can't change so easily. But, I shall be the better woman and offer my token of apology anyway. So Acid, from the bottom of my heart, take this! (The lights go out and when they come back on Acid is doubled over on the canvas and Kid Punk is now present in the ring and is doing a number on Acid. Felicia is merely grinning at the site.) Felicia: Yes Acid, I would like to apologize for my actions. I got lazy and really didn't put any real feeling into my previous work with you. But now, I'm going to try and make up for that. If you thought I was bad last time, you haven’t seen anything yet. (Kid Punk, apparently done with Acid begins to look at Felicia much to her displeasure.) Felicia: Problem there little boy? You’ve done your part; now get out of my face. (Felicia attempts to push past him but Punk grabs here arm and whirls her around, right into a waiting clothesline. Felicia hits hard and Kid begins to stomp a mud hole in her. Having had his fill, he leaves the two in the middle of the ring as EMT’s come on the seen.)
BEST OF FIVE SPECIALITY TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO –SUBMISSION MATCH TUCK: “The following contest is the second round in the “Best Of Five Speciality Tournament”, and is a SUBMISSION match!” [The fans in the arena pop big for the announcement of Turbulence’s Main Event, but these cheers quickly turn to boos as “I Stand Alone” begins to play and the lights go down.] TUCK: “Coming down the aisle … from Bristol England, weighing in at 231 lbs, DAN JONES!” MOSHER: “It was Dan Jones that picked this match, Mexican, and it’s little surprise that he chose to have such a contest in the course of this tournament…” MEXICAN: “Ci, Dan Jones is a master of submissions, and Phil Leach? That jester don’t know a sleeperhold from a Torture Rack, essa!” [Coolly brushing off the boos and jeers of the fans, Dan Jones steps into the ring and slips out of his long leather coat with little ceremony. The Lone Wolf adjusts his grappling gloves and ponytail as he stands waiting patiently in the ring. The roof almost comes off the Pontypool Hall as “It’s My Life” hits over the PA.] TUCK: “… And his opponent … from Llanbadoc Docks Usk, weighing in at 237 lbs, PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!” [Thunderous cheering greets The Gentleman Pimp as he jives down the entrance ramp to the ring and towards his waiting challenge. Throwing off his Pimp finery before he even steps between the ropes, Phil Leach enters the ring with a determined expression on his face, looking across at the smirking Dan. The bell rings as the match officially begins and the two men start to circle each other.] MEXICAN: “Look at Phil Leach, gringo! He knows that he is the underdog here!” [The two hated enemies lock up, and Phil slides behind Dan, who goes on to counter with a rear grapple of his own. Jones harshly yanks Phil’s arm around behind his back, but The Gentleman Pimp unwinds his limb and pulls Dan around to his front, dropping the Lone Wolf with a big Clothesline. Dan scrabbles up and straight into a few hard shots from Phil, who drives his opponent back before Arm-Dragging him to the mat.] MEXICAN: “Look how afraid El Pimpo is, Capataino! He’d rather turn this into a pier six brawl than get into submission wrestling with Dan!” [Phil Leach floors Dan with two swift Pimp Clotheslines, and bounces off the ropes for a third. Quickly as can be, Dan Jones pounces on his opponent’s extended limb and takes Phil down with an Armbar. Dan yanks back on the arm of Phil, causing The Gentleman Pimp to yell in pain. With some manoeuvring Phil wriggles out and tackles Dan to the ground, then wails away with flailing rights and lefts. Dan kicks him off and away across the ring, and both men stumble up to their feet. An exchange of shots follows, with Phil driving Dan backwards. A big Swede from Phil sends his nemesis tumbling over the ropes and to the floor!] MOSHER: “Phil Leach seems to be trying to create some space here between him and Dan Jones…” MEXICAN: “Yes, but what will that achieve, essa? This match still has to end in submission!” [Phil Leach taunts his foe from inside the ring, but Dan swiftly reaches under the ropes and hauls Phil out by his ankles. Now on the arena floor, Dan clamps on a Leg Grapevine which proceeds to make Phil howl, unable to break the hold as there is no rope to grab! Ref Adrian Davies yells at Dan to break the illegal hold, which Jones does finally with some resentment. The Lone Wolf hurls his foe arm and shoulder first into the steel ring steps, then picks him up and rolls him into the ring, Once back in the ring, Dan Jones locks on an Armhold, twisting Phil’s limb around his body and putting pressure on the already softened up shoulder area. The Gentleman Pimp tries to break free, forcing Dan to adopt a Headlock to retain control. With a hard shove, Phil sends Dan hurtling towards the ropes, scoring with a Back Body Drop in retaliation. Dan staggers to his feet and catches Phil off guard with an uppercut. A whip by Dan, but ‘The Man’ reverses it. Lone Wolf bounds off the ropes, and Phil locks on a Sleeperhold!] MOSHER: “Well what do you know? Phil Leach DOES know a submission move!” MEXICAN: “Pah! Its probably the only one though essa!” [Phil holds on tenaciously with his submission. Dan squirms, but refuses to give up. A series of sharp elbows frees Jones of the hold, but when Lone Wolf takes a big swing in his nemesis’ direction, Phil grabs hold of him and reapplies the hold! Dan struggles but eventually quietens down as ’The Man’ keeps up the pressure. The referee raises his arm for the obligatory three count, but as Dan’s limb flops for the third time he summons the strength to keep it up. Phil Leach breaks the sleeper and hits a big Pimp-Plex, floating over for the instinctive cover. Adrian Davies reminds Phil that this is not a pinfall match, and The Gentleman Pimp shakes his head in anger at himself.] MEXICAN: “Haha! Look at this idiot- he doesn’t even know what sort of match he’s in!” [As Phil Leach kicks himself, Dan comes from behind and seizes him in a Cross-Face Chicken Wing! ‘The Man’ writhes in pain as Dan callously tears his shoulder away from his neck. The Gentleman Pimp is trapped right in the very centre of the ring, and with Dan locking round him in a tight body scissors there looks to be no way out of this latest predicament. Phil tries to roll one way, and then another, but each time he is thwarted by Dan, who keeps a tight lock on his opponent. Phil pauses for a moment to consider his situation, then smashes his head backwards right into Dan’s face! Dan reels from the effect of this close up Swede, then flinches again as Phil buries another big headbutt into his face. The third one catches Dan right in the nose, and the hold is broken! The fans cheer uproariously as Phil stumbles up, favouring his shoulder. Dan rolls around on the mat clutching his face in pain.] MOSHER: “That’s one way to break a hold!” [Phil nails some knife edge chops on Dan and whips the Lone Wolf to the ropes, slamming him to the mat with a huge Powerslam. Scooping Dan up off the canvas, Phil deposits Dan on the top rope and climbs up, looking for a Superplex. Dan counters with a hard shot to the midsection however, toppling Phil down to the mat. As ‘The Man’ gets to his feet, Dan nails him with a huge Wheel Kick from the top rope! As Phil lies injured on the mat, Dan goes to lock on his trademark Sharpshooter! No! Phil flicks his entire body to the side, sending Dan Jones tumbling away. The Lone Wolf quickly recovers and charges his foe, but Phil is ready and yanks Dan off his feet with a quick Dragon Screw. A massive pop goes up as Phil Leach locks Dan’s own Sharpshooter onto him!] MEXICAN: “What?! What gives!” [With much effort, Dan finally drags himself to the ropes. He staggers to his feet and walks straight into a Manhattan Drop from Phil! Dan is left wobbling precariously on his feet from the move, swaying drunkenly in the middle of the ring. Phil Leach gestures for the end, and bounces off the ropes to look for a Running Pimp Drop! Dan is ready and waiting however, and has been playing possum! As Phil Leach charges Dan leaps into action, taking down his nemesis by the arm and trapping him in his patented Crippler Crossface! The fans burst into life as Phil tries to reach the ropes- but Dan has his deadly hold cinched in right in the centre of the squared circle! Finally Phil can take the damage to his injured shoulder no more, and taps!!] MEXICAN: “He did it! Phil Leach tapped out!” [The bell rings and “I Stand Alone” begins to play, but Dan Jones keeps the hold locked on for as long as possible, tearing back on Phil with all his might. Adrian Davies finally convinces Dan to break the submission, and the Lone Wolf victoriously raises his arms aloft, standing over the wounded People’s Pimp.] TUCK: “Here is your winner- DAN JONES!” MEXICAN: “I loved how the Lone Wolf made Phil Leach tap like a girl, essa!” MOSHER: “I’d say it was a wise move by Phil Leach. If that shoulder got injured any further, it could have well affected his performance in the remaining matches in this tournament!” MEXICAN: “I just wonder what we’re going to have next!!” MOSHER: “I don’t know, GM, but with Phil Leach and Dan Jones now tied at one a piece, all eyes will be on Redemption for a further announcement. For The Greasy Mexican, this is Captain Mosher saying thanks for joining us, and Good Night!” [Turbulence fades out as Dan Jones continues to celebrate his victory in the ring…]
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