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::TUESDAY NIGHT TURBULENCE::
MOSHER: “Welcome, everyone to Tuesday Night Turbulence- what a show we have lined up! Tonight, EVERY CWF Title will be on the line!” MEXICAN: “And don’t forget Capataino, Mr McMartyn has some very special announcements tonight… aye carumba!” MOSHER: “Speak of the Devil…” [The camera view switches to the entrance stage and huge “McMartynTron” screen as “No Chance hits to a loud boo from the crowd.] MEXICAN: “Yeah! Look who is coming to the ring, essa!” [Four suited figures begin making their way down to the ring; Clive and Andrew McMartyn, and Ingham and Quarterman, the McMartyn aides. The quartet enter the ring and Mr McMartyn swiftly gestures for his music to end as he impatiently cradles his microphone ready to speak. The CWF Chairman dives straight in. ] MCMARTYN: “Last week was a travesty here in the CWF> Yours Truly was away on an important business trip, leaving the management of this company in the hands of the other owners. With my son’s important CWF Championship match one week ago today, he could hardly be expected to handle the majority of the running of this federation in my absence. Sadly that means the job had to fall to one Acid… an individual who quite likely doesn’t know anything about running a wrestling company in the slightest! Sure enough last week my worst fears were confirmed, and I looked on in horror as my brainchild quickly descended into corruption and farce. Well, no longer! Tonight I am back, and back with a vengeance, and the McMartyns intend to shake things up a little around here. Firstly every title will be on the line tonight … that should certainly guarantee it’s fair share of action. That was my first executive decision on returning here late last week. Secondly, certain individuals have outlived their usefulness here in the CWF; tonight I plan to give them their notices. The CWF superstars leaving this company tonight will be…” [Mr McMartyn pulls out a sheet of paper and some reading glasses. He scans through his list and reads out the names.] MCMARTYN: “Hardcore Hammond … … Juice … … Spark Girl and … … The Blue Flash!” [All these announcements receive booing, but the roof nearly comes off the building with the announcement that The Blue Flash is fired.] MCMARTYN: “And with the weeding out done and dusted, we can look forward to a glorious new future here in this company … because tonight ladies and gentlemen, I will become YOUR new CWF Champion … and as Chairman and Champion of this company I will have unbridled power … you can take that guarantee to the bank!” [“No Chance” hits once again. His short and sweet address made, Mr McMartyn leads his party up the ramp and into the back, the fans booing loudly as they go.] MOSHER: “Four firings! Not a good start to the evening … what else is the CWF President planning for tonight?!”
CWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ["Beautiful Creatures" starts up, signalling the entrance of Clint Hill, the first participant. He makes his entrance in a businesslike manner, ignoring the reaction of the crowd and climbing straight into the ring.] TUCK: "This match is for one fall and is for the CWF Hardcore Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, ... CLINT HILL!" MOSHER: "A lot on the line for Damian Ali, here! He's gonna have to be careful of any appearances by Dan or Kyle Reece!" MEXICAN: "Aye carumba! So true!" [The music stops. There is dead silence for a moment, before it is broken by a loud scream. "Seek and Destroy" begins.] TUCK: "Being accompanied by Felicia, he is the current Hardcore Champion..." [The fans start to boo, anticipating his appearance.] TUCK: "...DAMIAN ALI!" [Ali himself makes his entrance with Felicia at his side. Before he reaches the ring, however, Clint Hill gets out and runs at him.] MOSHER: "Clint Hill can't wait to get started!" [Hill starts throwing Ali into assorted obstacles; security railings, chairs and the like. Felicia backs off, out of harms way. Clint Hill doesn't keep his advantage for long. Ali pulls the title belt from his own waist and smacks Hill in the face with it. He drags Clint Hill onto the ramp and Piledrives him.] MEXICAN: "At this rate they'll never make it to the ring!" [By now the ref has caught up with the combatants. Damian nails a reverse DDT on Hill and makes a cover: One. Two- ... Clint Hill easily kicks out!] MOSHER: "Too early for a pin, I think!" [Ali drags Clint Hill up the ramp onto the stage beneath the McMartyn-tron. After a few seconds searching around, Ali returns with a chair. He swings at Clint, but his foe ducks. Hill hits a Big Boot, nailing Ali in the face with his own chair. Clint hoists Ali onto his shoulder and charges at one of the supports nearby. Ali slips off before contact, shoving Hill face first into the steel girder. Ali pulls Hill to his feet and leads the dazed man backstage. The 'Tron flashes up an image from a roving camera following their progress.] MOSHER: "They're scrapping all over the place! This is crazy!" [Ali whips Clint into a stack of long, steel pipes. They clatter loudly as the pile collapses. Damian finds a trash can nearby and uses it to waffle Clint Hill. He covers: One. Two. Kickout! Close pin!] MOSHER: "Hill barely escaped that! I don't fancy his chances! Hardcore is Damian Ali's favourite match!" MEXICAN: "Well, gringo, he must be pretty good at it! He IS the champion, si?!" [Ali pulls Hill upright once more and traps his head under an arm, ready for a DDT. Before he can pull off the move, however, Hill charges forward, running Ali backwards into the wall behind him. Both men fall to the floor, showing the strain.] MOSHER: "This is really taking it out of these two!" [Damian Ali is first to his feet. He throws Hill into a solid wooden door, knocking it open. Ali follows him, revealing a storeroom of some sort, filled with cardboard boxes. Ali tries to whip Hill into a pile of them, but it is reversed. Ali crashes into them, ending up in a pile of unidentified junk. Hill pulls him up and drags the dazed man out of the room. Clint pulls him back out onto the stage and down the ramp.] MOSHER: "They're back! Heading straight for the ring!" [Hill attempts to whips Ali into the ring steps, but the wily champion reverses it, managing to hit a Drop Toe Hold on Hill. The challenger's head bounces off the steps hard. Ali rolls him into the ring.] MOSHER: "Hill took a bad fall, then! He looks out of it!" [The stunned Clint Hill is barely able to stand on his own. He is unable to counter when Ali hits a Frontface DDT. Damian seems to have his second wind now. He leaps to his feet, then pulls Hill up too. Ali locks on the "Contract Hit".] MEXICAN: "This is it! No way he'll survive that, senor!" [Indeed Hill struggles of a few seconds, leaning for the ropes.] MOSHER: "He's almost there! Almost at the ropes!" [There are mere inches to go, when, suddenly, Clint Hill cries out and taps. The referee calls for the bell. "Seek and Destroy" starts up, as Felicia joins Ali in ring.] MOSHER: "That was a close thing, but in the end Damian managed to retain!" TUCK: "The winner, and STILL CWF HARDCORE CHAMPION,... DAMIAN ALI!" [Ali makes his exit, leaving Clint Hill in the ring, red-faced and leaning on the ropes, glaring at the triumphant pair as they stroll up the ramp.]
CWF WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP MOSHER: "Well, our next match up ladies and gentlemen is for the CWF Women's Championship and of course it involves particulary vicious members of a very heated up feud. I'm speaking of none other than Felicia and the CWF VP, Acid." MEXICAN: "Si essa! Felicia and Acid have been like two kitties fighting over the litter box! They been throwing anything and everything they got at each other!" MOSHER: "That is very Mex. Acid's set up matches to set up rifts between Felicia and her boyfriend Damian Ali, and Felicia threw Acid's close friend Julai Parker down a flight of stairs last Thursday on Redemption!" MEXCIAN: "Aye carumba!" MOSHER: "Acid set up this match earlier this week, saying that it would prove who really was the number #1 female in this company! And what better way than to have a bout for the Women's Championship?!" TUCK: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF Women's Championship! Introducing first... FELICIA!!! [The house lights go red and a scream is heard over the PA. "Bodies" by Drowning Pool begins to play and when the chant ends and the real music hits out comes Felicia to a mixed reaction, they don't know whether to hate her or drool over her. She blows a mock kiss at the crowd before she gives them a huge "up yours" motion. She then goes down to the ring tauting the fans as she passes.] MOSHER: "I am also to understand that Damian Ali has been banned from ringside for this match. Acid threatened him with the pink slip is he even attempted to interfere." [Felicia climbs into the ring and waits as 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: "A lady with a lot of determination in her eyes... no wonder the McMartyns see her as a wildcard! This lady is as unpredictable as they come." [Acid circles the ring, not taking her eyes of Felicia, who is smiling sadistically back. Acid climbs up onto the ring and through the ropes. She looks like shes restraining herself from lashing at Felicia there and then as she sheds her trenchcoat and grips the ropes behind her.] TUCK: "And introducing 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. The crowds continue 2 clap along to 'We Will Rock You' while booing and cheering.] MOSHER: "Of course, Faith is caught up in the middle of all this. Why did Acid bring her into this feud?" MEXICAN: "Well, you can't have a Women's title match without the Women's Champion, amigo!" MOSHER: "True, very true." [Faith climbs into the ring and hands referee Gary Willis the CWF title belt before adjourning to her corner of the ring. Acid is now sitting on top of a turnbuckle, staring at Felicia, who in turn is staring back.] [DING! DING! DING!] [Faith is first out her corner, heading straight for Felicia. Acid remains perched on her turnbuckle as Faith grapples with Felicia. Felicia looks as if she was trying to go for Acid before being attacked by Faith. The two women struggle with each other until Felicia gains the momentum and quickly suplexs Faith out of the way. With Faith on the mat, Felicia turns to head in Acid's direction, but is nailed by the CWF VP as she launches herself off the turnbuckle and flips Felicia over with a hurricanrama!] MOSHER: "A lot of restrain by Acid, but its paid off! Nice move there!" [Felicia starts to get up, but Acid grabs her and DDT's her face first into the canvas. She pulls Felicia up again, this time whipping her into the ropes. As Felicia comes back, Acid comes for a clothesline, but Felicia knocks Acid over with a baseball slide!] MOSHER: "Whoa!" MEXICAN: "Me don't think that Faith is gonna see much action in this match, amigo! This is all about Felicia and Acid!" MOSHER: "It was always about Felicia and Acid. They just need Faith for the belt!" [Felicia gets to her feet and goes for the pin. Gary Willis drops to his knees andbegins the three count...] [..1..] [..Faith breaks the pin!] [Felicia is furious as Faith drags her off Acid and proceeds to pummel her as she mounts punches, giving Acid some time to recover.] MOSHER: "Looks like Faith wants to get involved in some way too." [Felicia and Faith contineu to fight as Acid gets to her feet at last. She walks over to Faith and Felicia and drags Faith off Felicia by the hair. She throws the CWF Women's Champ to the canvas and then mounts her own punches on Felicia. Faith is irate. She clutches her head in pain and then gets to her feet. She walks to Acid and Felicia and grabs Acid.] MOSHER: "Uh oh! I don't think Faith liked that little interference by Acid!" MEXICAN: "Meow! Cat fight!" [Faith starts talking trash to Acid. Acid looks down at the canvas as if in shame, but suddenly she starts punching Faith in the mid section! She then whips Faith into the ropes and dropkicks the Women's champ to the jaw. As Faith makes impact on the canvas, Acid quickly goes for the pin...] [..1..] [..2..] [..Faith gets the shoudler up!] MOSHER: "She nearly had it there!" [Acid gets to her feet and is abput to start pummeling faith again when she is suddenly bulldogged from behind by Felicia! The CWF VP springs back following impact and lies on the canvas holding her face in pain. Felicia decides its time to go upstairs and runs for the nearest turnbuckle... she performs the 'Philly Hit' (450 legdrop from top rope) but misses as Acid rolls out of the way. Felicia is stunned by the impact and receives a kick to the face courtesy of Acid. This time Acid goes upstairs. With Felicia on the canvas, lying still and not moving, Acid leaps onto the top rope and is about to go for the Acid Burnz (corkscrew moonsault) when Faith suddenly bounces into the ropes nearest to Acid, making her fall off the turnbuckle and onto the outside of the ring. Acid crashes near the security barrier and hits her head.] MOSHER: "OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT? FAITH JUST KNOCKED ACID OUT OF THE SKY!" MEXICAN: "So much much for Acid Airways, El Captaino!" [Acid lies still on the outside as Gary Willis begisn the ten count.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3..] [Felicia climbs out of the ring and drags Acid to her feet. Before throwing her back into the ring, Felicia smacks Acid's head off the security barrier one more time.] [..4..] [..5..] [Felicia throws Acid back into the ring just before the count of 6. She is about to pin her, when Faith taps Felicia on the shoulder and stares at her. Felicia spins aroudn and stares back. Felicia starts talking trash to Faith, who in turn pushes Felicia over, making her land on top of Acid! Faith goes for the pin... on both Acid and Felicia!] [..1..] [..2..] [..Acid kicks out from the bottom of the pile!] MOSHER: "Where did that come from?! I thought Acid was out cold?!" [Acid send Faith and Felicia flying to one side and staggers to her feet. Felicia gets up and goes to spear Acid, but Acid catches her and turns the spear into a Pedigree! Felicia lies sprawled on her back in the middle of the ring as Acid signals the crowd with 'the Jovi.' The crowd start to cheer loudly, crying 'SOUL FLY! SOUL FLY! SOUL FLY!'] MOSHER: "They know whats coming next and they like it!" [Acid runs into the ropes, bounces, runs to the other side, jumping over Felicia, and using the second rope as a spring, performs an the Soul Fly onto Felicia, going straight for the pin...] [..1..] [..wait a minute! Faith is one the top rope! She's taking to the air! Faith lands a Faithsault on Acid as she is pinning Felicia, breaking the pin!] MOSHER: "Oh God! I don't know if I can take anymore of this!" MEXICAN: "I need some tequila after this match!" MOSHER: "I think I'll join you, Mex!" [Faith gets to her feet, drags Acid off Felicia and pins Acid herself...] [..1..] [..2..] [..Felicia! She's up and she's broken the count!] MOSHER: "See what I mean, Mex! This match has more twists and turns than a Harry Potter book!" MEXICAN: "You actually read those things, essa!" MOSHER: "Erm... wait a minute! Loom at Felicia!" [In the ring, Felicia is going for the Felicia Effect (kick to the gut followed by a head scissors take down). She connects, sending Faith to meet the canvas face-to-face. Felicia rolls Faith up for the pin. Gary Willis is making the count...] [..1..] [..2..] [..3!!] [Felicia lets go of Faith following the three count and jumps to her feet as 'Bodies' plays over the arena sound system.] [DING! DING! DING!] MOSHER: "We have a new Women's Champion! Felicia is the new champion!" TUCK: "Here is your winner and the NEW CWF Women's Champion... FELICIA!!!" [Gary Willis hands Felicia the Women's Belt and Felicia holds it high above her head, taunting Acid with it at the same time.] MOSHER: "Acid is in shock! She can't believe it!" MEXCIAN: "So who's the #1 female now, essa?" [Felicia continues to taunt Acid with the belt. Acid, although very weak, gets to her feet and looks at Felicia. Felicia regards Acid in a condescending fashion. Acid extends a hand. The crowd cries out...] MOSHER: "What's Acid doing?" MEXICAN: "Admitting defeat! Extending the hand of friendship to Felicia rather than be beaten by her some more!" [Felicia looks at the hand speptically, then approaches Acid, her own hand extended. The two women shake hands. The crowd get loudly as Acid and Felicia continue to shake. Felicia looks satisfied. Suddenly Acid kicks Felicia in the gut, grabs the Women's Belt and nails Felicia with it!] MOSHER: "I knew there was something more to this!" MEXICAN: "Holy burritos!" [Acid throws the belt down on Felicias as 'Left Behind' plays over the sound sytem. She quickly exits the ring and walks up the ramp, stopping a couple of times to look back at Felicia's still form in the ring. A sadistic smile appears on her face each time.] MOSHER: "Acid may not be the Women's Champion, but she certainly got a little pay back for Julia!" MEXCIAN: "What a match!" [Commercial Break]
[Kid Punk and Deftonial, the Natural Born Thrillaz, have put aside their creative differences for the match against Stone Cold. Kid and Deftonial are not excited about wrestling with each other since Deftonial claimed that he was tired of being a tag teamer. ] Kid-You gonna have my back tonight? Or are you just going to pout and cry because your not a singles wrestler. Deftonial-Punk boy, you just better shut up. You know something, what do you say that me and you make this our last match. Cause right now, I don't feel much like wrestling with same side as you. Kid-Oh, that's fine. You know something you think that your one of the best and your elite and that you can't be beat. But you know what, you suck Deftonial. Deftonial-Well if I suck so bad then why do I keep bailing your ass out of every match? Kid-'Cause that's what teammates and more importantly friends do. They don't get greedy. Deftonial-You've got a lot of balls to call me greedy. But your just a skinny little wimp who needs someone constantly watching over his back. Plus, you get your ass kicked by Blue Flash. Kid-Alright you know what that's it. You've said enough Deftonial. Since your the better fighter, why don't we solve our problems in a wrestling match instead of trying to top each other. Deftonial-You sure you want to do that Kid Punk? Huh? Question is, Are you ready to wrestle tonight? Deftonial-Just for tonight, I'm gonna stand by your side and fight against the same man. But after tonight, you’re mine Kid… [We fade out on this ominous promise…]
CWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP ['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...] TUCK: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF Intercontinental Championship. Introducing first; from New York City, he weighs in at 215lbs... KYLE REECE!!!" MOSHER: "I think it's pretty safe to assume that Kyle Reece's 'intentions' towards Acid have somewhat cooled down since her subsequent decline." MEXICAN: "That maybe true, but everyone knows for a fact that he still has the hots for her!" MOSHER: "Considering what he and Dan Jones did to Damian Ali on Thursday, I think that My Reece might be back in the VP's good books again!" [Hans walks on to the strains of the Swedish melody. As he postulates to the crowd in the ring "Super Trooper" comes to an end and he gets ready for the match.] TUCK: "And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Sven Oger-Svensson, from Gothenberg, Sweden. He weighs in at 274lbs - the CWF IC Champion...HANS GRIP!!! [Kyle Reece walks face-to-face with Grip and looks him right in the eyes. Grip does the same but gives Reece a knee to the groin and the crowd begin to boo at Grip's cheap shot and the bell rings with Grip with the advantage.] [DING! DING! DING!] [Grip gives Reece four chops to the chest before whipping him to the turnbuckle. Reece bounces back straight into a clothesline from Grip. Grip then plants a leg drop on Reece followed by a pinfall…] [..1..] [..Reece thrusts his shoulders off the mat and rolls out of danger] MOSHER: "Reece making sure not to go down so early in the match." MEXICAN: "He got lucky!" [Both men get to their feet and charge at each other. Grip goes for another clothesline but Reece ducks this and as Grip turns Reece hits him with a dropkick. This sends Grip stumbling back and bouncing back off the ropes to Reece who is ready and waiting for Grip and plants an overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the 274lbs of Grip.] MOSHER: "What a suplex from Reece!" MEXICAN: "It wasn't bad." [The crowd begins to cheer as Reece gains momentum. Reece gets a powerbomb on Grip as the crowd go wild he then pulls him in position for the Military Press but while in the middle of the move Grip shrugs his way out of it and DDT's Reece down to the mat.] MOSHER: "Both men are down! Who will be able to rise to their feet first!" MEXICAN: "Well it's not gonna be that love-sick puppy, Reece!" [The referee counts down the wrestlers as they attempt to get to their feet. Grip is up by 8 while Reece is still down. Just as the referee goes to count 10 Kyle Reece stumbles to his feet but straight into an uppercut from Grip. He then gives Grip an uppercut of his own before whipping him to the turnbuckle. He follows Grip up to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. He begins to pound to the head of Grip as the crowd chant along as Reece plants his tenth hit he poses to the crowd but Grip reverses Reece's position into a powerbomb. He then lies on top of Kyle Reece and puts both his feet on the bottom rope!] MOSHER: "He's got his feet on the ropes." MEXICAN: "Where? I can't see anything." [..1..] [..2..] [..3..No!] [As Grip gets up to celebrate, referee Phil James tells him that he saw his feet on the ropes and that the match must go on!] MOSHER: "You tell him Phil! The lousy cheat!" MEXICAN: "You should know that what the referee doesn't see is perfectly legal!" MOSHER: "That's how you won all your matches eh?" MEXICAN: "Are you calling me a cheat, essa?" MOSHER: "Let's just get back to the match…" [Back in the ring Grip has lifted Reece to his feet and has began giving him shots to the face. He follows this up with a spinning heel kick flooring Reece. He then locks Reece in a full crab as Reece yells in pain. The crowd begin clapping in unison to help keep Reece pumped and to motivate him. Reece eventually begins to crawl his way to the ropes.] MEXICAN: "Tap Out, Damn It! Tap Out!!!" [Reece is just inches away from the ropes before Grip pulls him back to the centre of the ring causing Reece to scream in agony! After about 10 seconds of agony Reece attempts to get to the ropes] MEXICAN: "You just saw him tap out! Grip should have just won the match!" MOSHER: "Sit down, don't be so pathetic!" [Reece grabs the bottom rope and the crowd begin to cheer. Grip goes to pull Reece back up by the head but Reece punches him away! He gets to his feet and plants a snap suplex on Grip. The crowd get more excited as Reece follows up with numerous snap suplexes before holding him in figure four leglock! He pulls as hard as he can leaving Grip yelling in pain, then just as it looks as Grip will tap out Reece lets go! The crowd are shocked as Reece stands up and walks away, but then he climbs the top rope and gets in position for a moonsault!] MOSHER: "Looks like Reece might have been getting flying lessons off Acid…" MEXICAN: "And I bet that's not all!" [The crowd rise to their feet as he prepares to fly! He moonsaults off the top rope, but straight into the knees of Grip who stuck them up to defend himself, Reece grabs his chest and rolls out the ring.] MEXICAN: "That is genius by Scourge!" MOSHER: "Reece looks in a bad way!" MEXICAN: "If he shrivelled up and died I wouldn't give a damn!" MOSHER: "What the HELL has gotten into you? You really are a heartless SOB, you know that?" MEXICAN: "Thank you!" [Grip rises to his feet and goes to leave the ring. The referee though attempts to stop him and Grip suddenly lays the ref out with a strong right hand. The crowd boo as Grip rolls out the ring to continue the assault on Reece.] MOSHER: "Did you see that? Grip should have been disqualified for that!" MEXICAN: "No the referee should learn to keep his nose out of the wrestler's business and just do what their paid to do...count the damn three." [Grip picks Reece from the mat and drags him over to the crowd barrier and begins to beat his head against the crowd barrier before picking him up in a scoop slam and slamming him into the crowd! Grip then poses to the crowd before looking in the crowd for the body of Reece, he goes to bend down to pick the body up when Reece gives him a kick to the face and hops to his feet. He then proceeds to suplex Grip into the crowd as well over the barrier. Reece then begins pounding at Grip before pushing him up against the barrier but Grip prevents himself from falling over. Reece then charges at Grip but Grip reverses it and back body drop's him right back out of the crowd. He rolls in pain across ringside while Grip leaves the crowd.] MEXICAN: "Grip used his genius to pull of a devastating move on that bloody Reece." MOSHER: "C'mon, he punched the ref, what a coward!" [Grip picks up the fallen Reece and leads him over to the announce table. Both Captain Mosher and the Greasy Mexican stumble away from the table as Grip begins to beat Reece's head against the announce table. After a few hits he goes for another but Reece gives him an elbow to the gut and then goes to beat Grip's head against the announcer's table many times before the Greasy Mexican steps in!] MEXICAN: "C'mon, don't be so pathetic! Reece, you're a failure! You can even get a girlfriend!" [That causes Reece to stop beating Grip's head and to confront the Greasy Mexican. He then grabs the Greasy Mexican by the collar. He pulls him arm back and goes to swing for Mexican but Grip sticks his hand out and grabs Reece's arm just in time! The crowd boo as Mexican hits Reece right in the jaw! Then as Reece stumbles back Grip grabs him and german suplexes him to the protective mat! At this point the referee has got to his feet and has began to count out the superstars.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3..] [..4..] [..5..] [Grip whips Reece against the steps…] [..6..] [..7..] [Grip pulls Reece on top of his shoulder and charges towards the turnbuckle pole but Reece drops off his shoulder and pushes Grip face first into the pole knocking him down…] [..8..] [Reece rolls in the ring…] [..9..] [Grip just crawls in the ring at the referees count of 10. Reece though, thinks he has won and goes to the top rope to celebrate. Grip limps over to the turnbuckle and pulls Reece down slamming Reece's head against the mat. Grip slumps into the corner as Reece holds his head. Both climb to their feet at about the same time and Grip walks over to Reece but as he gets close Reece kicks him in the midsection and follows it up with an impaler. Both men slump to the mat and the crowd begin clapping for Reece, the referee's count starts again] [..1..] [..2..] [..3..] [..4..] [..5..] [..6..] [..Reece begins to move.. [..7..] [..8..] [Reece pushes Scourge over onto his back and slumps his arm over the body of Grip…] [..1..] [..2..] [..Grip lifts his arm off the mat just in the nick of time!] MOSHER: "How close was that! Reece almost had it then!" MEXICAN: "What are you talking about? Grip was just playing the crowd. They have to believe Reece has a chance of winning after all." [The crowd gasp as Grip kicks out and both wrestlers roll into opposite turnbuckles to recover. They both rise at about the same time and run towards each other…bam! They both fall to the mat as they both connected with a dual clothesline. They both get up again and Reece goes to dropkick Grip but Grip pulls the ref in the way and the ref gets kicked in the face and falls to the mat once again. Reece then gets the michinoku driver on Grip (but there is no referee! Reece goes to recover the ref.] MEXICAN: "What a cheap shot from Reece! Did you see how he attacked the referee then?" MOSHER: "Are you watching the same match as me?" MEXICAN: "Mosher don't pretend you didn't see Kyle Reece dropkick the referee to the face?" MOSHER: "I did see it, but I also saw Hans Grip pull the ref in the line of fire." MEXICAN: "What!? Mosher, you really should stop making stuff up....it's people like you telling lies that give people like Grip a bad rep!" [Grip comes from behind Reece and low blows him. Reece then turns to see Grip kick him in the gut and give him a cradle pile driver! He then goes to cover Reece but still there is no ref! Grip stands up and gives Reece a few stomps to the head before going to help the ref up. As he is helping the ref up, Reece gets to his feet and grabs Grip's arms. He then pulls Grip into position for the Military Press, but Grip struggles out of it and pushes Reece face-first into the turnbuckle. He staggers backwards and Grip slams him down with a Russian leg sweep. He goes to pin Reece and stretches his legs out to the ropes to add leverage to his pin.] [..1..] [..2..] [..3!!] TUCK: "Winner of the match, and still the CWF IC Champion…HANS GRIP!!! MOSHER: "Damn it! Hans Grip screwed Kyle Reece out of the match after cheating his way to victory!" MEXICAN: "How can you say that? I saw nothing wrong!" [Hans Grip leaves the ring with his IC Belt and his manager Sven in tow. He walks up the ramp smiling like a Cheshire cat as the crowd give him a barrage of boos!]
Stone Cold Andy Morgan vs Kid Punk and Deftonial TUCK: "The following match is a handicap match, set for one fall. Introducing first..." ["Dysentry Gary" starts to play first and Kid Punk strolls down the ramp. The fan reaction is negative, but Punk just jeers back.] TUCK: "...KIIID PUNK!" [Punk rolls into the ring and stands in one of the corners. The music changes and Deftonial enters the arena, gaining a similar reaction to that of Kid Punk.] TUCK: "And his partner, ... DEFTONIAL!" [Deftonial climbs into the ring and glares at Kid Punk. They stare at one another for a few moments, then break eye contact. The music changes again. The smashing of glass precedes the gentle beat of "Shaft". The crowd roars in approval. Andy Morgan charges down the ramp and slides into the ring. He leaps the his feet and mounts one of the corner posts.] TUCK: "Their opponent, ... STONE COLD ANDY MORGAN!" [Andy jumps down to the ring floor and stares at his opponents. Deftonial is stone faced. Kid Punk grins confidently. Andy turns away to remove his sunglasses when, suddenly, Kid Punk attacks. He rushes Andy and beats him down. Deftonial joins in and together they stomp Andy into the mat. The ref manages to push them away, giving Andy a chance to find his feet, then calls for the bell.] MOSHER: "Those two getting the early advantage over Andy in this two-on-one matchup!" MEXICAN: "What was he thinking of, gringo?! How can he beat two men on his own, eh?!" [Andy is a bit wobbly on his feet, but goes into the match head first. He starts battering away at Kid Punk, until Deftonial clubs him on the back, then Back Drops him. Andy's head bounces hard off the canvas. The two men stomp Andy out of the ring.] MOSHER: "Not good strategy! Andy can't win by going toe-to-toe with both of them!" [Andy, however does seem to have a plan. He gets up outside the ring and grabs Deftonial's leg. He drags the hapless man under the ropes and bounces his head off the nearby ringpost. Andy slides into the ring to go after Punk. Kid Punk tries to Clothesline Andy, but Stone Cold ducks, then hits Punk with a series of blistering punches.] MOSHER: "That's a better plan! Andy is isolating Kid Punk!" MEXICAN: "Aaiee! What are these fools doing?! They should have squashed Andy by now!" [Andy tries to whip Punk to the corner, but finds it reversed. Kid Punk runs at Andy, but meets a boot in the face. Punk staggers away, but Andy plants him with a Facecrusher. Andy quickly covers: One. Tw-... Broken by Deftonial!] MEXICAN: "Ha! That's some better teamwork! If they keep this up senor Andy won't stand a chance!" [Deftonial stands up Andy and hits a Snap Suplex. Kid Punk manages to find his feet, looking flushed. Deftonial hits a Legdrop, followed by an Elbow Drop from Punk. They pull Andy upright and hit a paired Suplex.] MEXICAN: "Punk and Tonial have this in the bag, essa!" MOSHER: "I wouldn't count out Andy so quick!" [Indeed not, as, when Punk and Deftonial whip Andy together, Stone Cold battles back by taking them both down with a Double Clothesline. Deftonial gets up first, only to be flattened by a punch from Andy. Kid Punk gets to his feet, only to meet the same fate. Deftonial stands up once more and Andy whips him into the corner. Andy tries to whip Punk to the opposite corner, but Kid Punk powers out and nails Andy with a punch. Andy staggers over to Deftonial who catches him with a punch of his own.] MOSHER: "Kid Punk and Deftonial are knocking Stone Cold about like a tennis ball!" [Kid Punk whips Andy to the ropes and the pair hit him with a 3/4 Turn Neckbreaker as he comes back. Kid Punk covers: One. No! Deftonial pulls Kid Punk off Andy!] MEXICAN: "What's going on?! Why aren't they attacking Andy?!" [Deftonial and Punk start arguing about who is going to pin Andy. Meanwhile, Stone Cold staggers to his feet. Punk and Deftonial are right in each other's faces. Andy takes the distraction to attack them. He fires of an enthusiastic volley of punches, staggering both his opponents.] MOSHER: "Andy is taking it to Deftonial and Kid Punk!" [Andy's momentum is disrupted when the two other men hit a paired Clothesline. Deftonial tries to pin, but Punk pushes him off and pins instead: One. Two. Broken! Deftonial breaks the pin.] MEXICAN: "Oh no! Senor Punk and senor Tonial are having some serious problems in this match!" [Punk and Deftonial start shoving one another, shouting at the tops of their voices. They come close to blows, but Deftonial backs off. Instead, they start stomping Andy once more. Punk tries to whip Stone Cold, but finds it reversed. Andy attacks Deftonial with a flurry of punches. Stone Cold floors him with a Piledriver. Kid Punk sees Andy ready to pin and climbs up the turnbuckles, ready to break it. Andy applies a Recliner Pin. Kid Punk leaps into the air, elbow first. At the same moment, Deftonial reverses Andy's pin into a Roll Up. Kid Punk hits a Diving Elbow on Deftonial!] MEXICAN: "This is terrible, gringo! It's all falling apart!" MOSHER: "The tension between Punk and Deftonial is going to cost them the match!" [Kid Punk is wide eyed with surprise. He stares at the prone form of his partner, mouth hanging open.] MOSHER: "Kid Punk just knocked out his own partner! What a mistake!" MEXICAN: "I don't think Deftonial will be too forgiving!" [This is the perfect chance for Andy to strike. He leaps to his feet and spins Kid Punk to face him. Punk can do nothing as Andy boots him in the gut.] MEXICAN: "No way! Senor Stone Cold just 'Stunned' Kid Punk!" [Andy gives Punk the finger as he lies prone on the mat. Deftonial, meanwhile, is finally recovering from Punk's move. He pulls himself up with the ring ropes. Andy has his back to Deftonial as he covers Punk. Deftonial looks at his helpless partner, then at Andy.] MEXICAN: "What is Deftonial doing?! Why doesn't he break the pin?!" [Deftonial sneers at Kid Punk, then rolls from the ring. The ref counts: ONE. Deftonial starts heading up the ramp. TWO. The referee's hand swings down one final time. THREE!] MOSHER: "That's it! Andy won! I think we just saw the end of 'Natural Born Thrillas'!" MEXICAN: "I have to agree, gringo. Those two just aren't seeing eye-to-eye no more!" [Andy offer his traditional one finger salute to the fans as "Shaft" plays to accompany his victory celebrations. He gives another finger to Kid Punk, then leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to go get a drink.]
CWF CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH [Inside the squared circle, ring announcer Mr Tuck stands with microphone at the ready. His announcement is a surprising one.] TUCK: “Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time may I introduce you to the ringside officials for this match…” MOSHER: “What the?” [“No Chance” hits in the arena, but rather than the CWF Chairman the crowd is greeted by the sight of his right hand men, Ingham and Quarterman, both dressed in dour suits and ties. The duo walk down to the ring, Ingham stepping through the ring ropes and Quarterman making his way over to the timekeeper’s table.] TUCK: “The guest timekeeper for this match, Mr Quarterman. The guest ring announcer … Mr Ingham.”] [Ingham receives a distinct boo as he takes the microphone from the more familiar ring attendant.] INGHAM: “Let me now introduce the special guest referee for this match-up …” [A loud boo goes up as “Control” begins to play. Dressed in the black and white stripes, the CWF Co-Owner appears at the top of the arena ramp. He looks around cockily before starting his march towards the squared circle.] INGHAM: “… ANDREW MCMARTYN!” MOSHER: “I smell one hell of a rat here, Mexican…” MEXICAN: “What?!” [The arrogant looking official skips through the ropes and precedes to go through the pre-match paces, checking all four sets of turnbuckles and pulling on the ring ropes to test them for the upcoming bout. Ingham continues as the lights in the building go down and “No Chance” starts up. An arena shaking boo rumbles through the crowd.] INGHAM: “The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first the challenger … the Chairman of the Caerleon Wrestling Federation MR MCMARTYN!”] [The CWF Chairman swaggers down to the ring, dressed in black trousers and top, his wrestling attire. Mr Ingham even holds the ropes open for the competitor as he steps into the ring and gets ready for the Championship match. His theme music fades away and “It’s My Life” begins to blast into the arena.] MOSHER: “I think it’s obvious the McMartyns are really looking to stack the deck against Phil Leach here- how can he hope to have a fair chance with Daddy’s Little Boy officiating?!” INGHAM: “And his opponent, from Llanbadoc Docks Usk and weighing in at 237 lbs, the CWF WORLD CHAMPION … PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!” [The crowd greets the CWF Champion as he boogies out onto the entrance stage, bathed in his trademark purple light show. ‘The Man’ hesitantly climbs into the ring and suspiciously eyes the others before climbing one of the turnbuckles and posing for the crowd. “It’s My Life” dies down as Phil peels off his entrance attire and grudgingly hands over the CWF Championship to Andrew McMartyn, who passes the gold out of the ring then motions for the bell to be rung.] MEXICAN: “This is going to be very very interesting!” [The CWF Chairman and the CWF Champion circle each other intensely, Phil Leach seemingly quite impressed by his opponent’s large build. Collar and elbow tie up, and the two men grapple for supremacy as the crowd cheers on. With a large shove, Mr McMartyn breaks the lock up and flings Phil backwards across the ring with impressive force. The crowd boos and jeers as a jubilant McMartyn flexes arrogantly in the direction of the Champion. The opponents lock up again, and once more Phil Leach is thrown violently backwards across the ring by the CWF Owner.] MEXICAN: “Wow! Mr McMartyn is so strong Capataino! [The CWF Champion looks somewhat overawed at being flung across the ring. Once more, Mr McMartyn and Phil Leach lock up, with the Chairman taking control with a headlock. Phil fights out and pushes McMartyn towards the ropes, who bounces off the side of the ring and skips over Phil as he hits the canvas. Mr McMartyn floors Phil off the rebound with a huge Shoulder Block! The challenger covers- kickout after one.] MOSHER: “I must say, I’m impressed by Mr McMartyn’s power here! It may be too much for Phil Leach to contend with!” [A succession of hard right hands sends Phil stumbling back into the corner. Mr McMartyn arrogantly applauds himself, but allows Phil time to grab hold of him and deliver some electrifying chops! The CWF President squeals in pain as the Champion blasts him in the chest repeatedly. A Pimp Clothesline floors Clive McMartyn, and as the older man climbs back up Phil ascends the ropes- Flying Judo Chop! The blow to the side of the neck knocks McMartyn to the mat, leaving Phil Leach to cover him- 1 … 2 … No! Right hooks from ‘The Man’ send the CWF President reeling, causing him to stumble right into a Pimp-Plex. The CWF Champion floats over into the pin- 1 … 2 … No.] MEXICAN: “You can’t deny it … Andrew McMartyn is calling this thing right down the middle!” MOSHER: “For now, at least …” [Phil whips Mr McMartyn to the ropes and sets up for a Back Body Drop, only to telegraph the move and allow the CWF Chairman to deliver a stiff knee right to his face! With Phil caught off guard, McMartyn floors him with a Short-Arm Clothesline, then pulls the CWF Champion up and whips him to the ropes. A Reverse Elbow catches Phil Leach in the face and knocks him down to the mat. Methodically and at leisure, Clive scoops up his opponent and tosses him through the ropes to the arena floor, then climbs out and attempts an Irish Whip into the heavy steel ring steps! No! Phil Leach counters and sends the Chairman crashing into the metal instead!] MEXICAN: “Aye carumba! Mr McMartyn!” [The crowd cheers The Gentleman Pimp on as he yanks his boss to his feet and gestures towards the announce table. The CWF Champion goes to smash McMartyn’s head into the desk but the Chairman nails a sneaky kick to the groin, causing Phil to double up in pain. In the ring, Andrew McMartyn has suddenly stopped counting the men out, instead turning to one of the ring corners and begins adjusting a turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Mr McMartyn grabs a steel chair. SMASH! As Phil sprawls over the announce desk the President brings the steel chair crashing down on top of his head, sandwiching it between the steel and the announce desk. A gasp rings out from the audience at the vicious shot, while ‘The Man’ slumps to the floor unmoving.] MOSHER: “Good god! Did you hear that chair shot? Brutal!”
[The CWF Chairman rolls the unconscious Phil into the ring then climbs in. Andrew McMartyn turns round to see his father covering the Champion- 1 … 2 … NO! Somehow, Phil kicks out! McMartyn can’t believe it, and angrily begins stomping away at his opponent. Phil Leach tries to curl up to avoid the blows, but instead Mr McMartyn begins to choke him around the neck, causing the CWF Champion to gasp for breath desperately. Despite this blatantly illegal attack, the referee Andrew McMartyn checks with Phil if he wants to submit, treating the hold like any normal submission. After over a minute, Mr McMartyn breaks the hold and lays more boots into the champ. With a small run up, Clive McMartyn looks to land an Elbow Drop. Phil swiftly rolls out of the way, and the Chairman crashes to the mat. As McMartyn Sr staggers up, Phil meets him with more hard chops, causing the President of the CWF to whoop with pain. Desperate to retaliate, McMartyn swings out wildly, a shot that Phil easily ducks. Manhattan Drop by the CWF Champion, knocking his foe to the canvas. Phil Leach steps over him, wiggles his hips to the delight of the crowd, then unloads on the CWF Chairman with furious rights and lefts. The fans cheers excitedly, but these cheers quickly turn to boos as Andrew McMartyn waist-locks Phil off his father and reprimands the Champion for his wild punching!] MOSHER: “Why ON EARTH is this supposedly impartial referee putting his hands on one of the competitors?!” MEXICAN: “What? It’s “hands on officiating”, yeah, that’s what it is!” [As Phil Leach angrily argues with Andrew for his intervention, Mr McMartyn sneaks up behind. Quick as a flash, the CWF Champion spins around and nails his would-be attacker with a hard Pimp Clothesline. With the title challenger down, Phil Leach ascends the top rope and signals for the Flying Iron Swede- No! Outside the ring, Mr Ingham attracts Andrew’s attention and begins talking to him. The guest referee can’t seem to hear what he is saying, and leans over the ring ropes to try and hear, knocking The Gentleman Pimp off balance and crotching him on the turnbuckle!] MOSHER: “Hey!” [Ingham miraculously stops talking to Andrew McMartyn all of a sudden, who now turns round to face the action and see his father viciously slam the CWF Champion down off the top rope. Mr McMartyn pulls Phil Leach to his feet and delivers a Pimp Drop! The CWF Champion is driven into the mat by his own signature move as Andrew McMartyn dives down to count- 1 … 2 … NO! Phil kicks out of his own move! The Gentleman Pimp comes back with a Jawbreaker, catching his challenger off guard and knocking him down. The CWF Champion gestures for the REAL Pimp Drop, much to the delight of the crowd, but suddenly Andrew McMartyn grabs his arm and spins him around. The two appear to be arguing about something, but Mr McMartyn pounces from behind and rolls Phil Leach up with a Schoolboy- 1-2-NO! Andrew McMartyn counts as fast as possible, but Phil still escapes before his hand hits the mat for a third time.] MOSHER: “Did you see that count! There’s NO doubt about it now, the McMartyns are out to shaft Phil Leach out of that title!” [Phil staggers up, and Andrew gives him a DDT! The referee yells to his father to cover the Champion, then dives down and counts with lightning speed- 1-2-NO! Again, Phil ‘The Man’ Leach escapes! He pushes the CWF Chairman off him and leaps up, spinning around furiously to face Andrew McMartyn, who waves his hands in the air and points to his referee’s badge. Phil hesitates momentarily, and Andrew throws a punch- but the Champ blocks! ‘The Man’ unloads on the unfair official with hard and fast knife edge chops, but meanwhile Quarterman has handed his boss a steel chair. With Phil attacking his son and unaware of the weapon, Mr McMartyn charges his opponent from behind and swings the chair- SMASH! Phil ducks at the last moment, and Mr McMartyn nails his offspring in the face instead! Andrew hits the mat and lies still, leaving his father to gawp in shock- only to hit the mat courtesy of a big “Swede” from Phil.] MEXICAN: “Ooh no! Phil Leach is wreaking havoc, essa!” [Suddenly, Ingham and Quarterman roll into the ring and charge the CWF Champion, who takes them both down with Pimp Clotheslines. Phil angrily picks up the steel chair and nails Ingham in the head, sending him crashing to the mat. Quarterman takes a chairshot to the back, a blow that knocks him forward and head first into the groin of Ingham! The two stooges lay in the humiliating position as Mr McMartyn slowly stumbles to his feet. Pimp Drop! The CWF Chairman is nailed by Phil Leach’s finishing move to a huge cheer. Phil covers …] MEXICAN: “Andrew McMartyn is still out! No ref for you, essa!” [Still laying on top of the unconscious CWF President, Phil Leach reaches over and grabs the arm of the also unconscious referee. 1 … … 2 … … 3! Phil ‘The Man’ Leach uses Andrew’s own hand to count the pinfall! The ring bell sounds as “It’s My life” begins to blast into the arena.] MOSHER: “I don’t believe it! Through Hell and high water, Phil Leach has triumphed!” [The CWF Champion grabs the title gold and staggers up the entrance ramp, being congratulated by his fans all the way. As the McMartyns come to in the ring and slowly realise what has happened, we see a jubilant Phil Leach celebrating yet another victory as CWF Turbulence goes off the air…
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