:: CWF WHIPLASH ::
14th July 2002

[The Amphitheatre in Caerleon, home of the CWF, is packed with screaming fans as huge coloured lights sweep the arena and a massive show of pyrotechnics explodes around the entrance set. The fireworks end and the lights go up to a massive cheer! The set for the event is massive, taking the shape of a huge brick wall, about seventy feet high, with the words "CWF WHIPLASH" graffitied across it and a huge hole smashed through for the immense "McMartynTron" screen. As Kid Rock’s "Cocky" plays in the background, we go to ringside, where a excited Captain Mosher and Greasy Mexican await us.]

MOSHER: "Welcome, one and all, to a historic event, welcome to our very special return Pay-Per-View, welcome to CWF Whiplash! We have three titles to be decided here tonight, four titles on the line, an amazing card indeed!"

MEXICAN: "Ah, ci Capataino! What about ‘The Huckster’ vs Clint Hill, eh? That’s gonna be a good one!"

MOSHER: "We have The Blue Flash and Kid Punk finally settling their differences inside that ominous steel cage floating above us … and GM, what about that "You’re Fired!" match?"

MEXICAN: "Pink Slip On A Pole, essa … only one of those three guys is gonna keep his job- aye carumba!"

MOSHER: "All eyes are fixed on th-"

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

MEXICAN: "What’s going on!"

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

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

[Sure enough, one of the greatest CWF superstars of all time is stampeding down to the ring to a monstrous reception. Andy Morgan looks fresh and energetic, his trademark stride intact as he climbs the steel ring steps and steps inside the squared circle. Dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a Stone Cold Andy Morgan T-Shirt, Andy climbs all four turnbuckles and raises his arms to a massive roar each time. "Shaft" dies down as Andy Morgan grabs a mike and begins to pace.]

MEXICAN: "I am in shock, essa … I do not believe this. I thought that Stone Cold Andy Morgan would never be back!"

MOSHER: "I’m in shock too, Mexican. How could … why would? I thought that Stone Cold Andy Morgan was finished here in the CWF!"

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

[A momentous cheer goes up in the arena.]

SCAM: " … And I am, well, let’s just say I’m pretty damn famous around these parts. I was in this wrestling company for a damn long time, and hey, I guess I’m famous for a lot of reasons. Now some of you may know me as a five-time CWF Champion. Some of you may know me as one of the greatest damn wrestlers this company has ever seen. You might even know me as the guy who’d kick the ass of anything whose second name was "McMartyn"! But damn, you probably know me best as the pint-downing, finger showing, ass kicking sonofabitch that I have been since the day I step foot in this place!"

[Another huge cheer rings round the Amphitheatre. Andy Morgan carries on pacing as he talks.]

SCAM: "And that pretty much brings me to why I’m out here tonight … why this cat has decided to haul arse back to the federation I left quite a while ago. Now I’m a pretty honest guy, and I’ll admit, I didn’t leave under the best circumstances. Hell, I left after wrestling in a match to put this company out of business for good. I threw my lot in with that little piece of trash Andrew McMartyn, and frankly, that’s damn well the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. But what I’m here for tonight is not to make apologies, not to express regrets, heck, I haven’t regretted a damn thing in my life. I’m out here to make it plain and simple to understand- Stone Cold Andy Morgan is back in the CWF, Stone Cold Andy Morgan is back home, where he belongs, ready to whip the punk asses of every damn sonofabitch in this company! But you know what I’m going to do first? I’m gon-"

[Stone Cold Andy Morgan is interrupted mid-word as "No Chance" blasts into the arena. A huge boo goes up as the Chairman of the CWF marches to the ring, smartly dressed in one of his best suits. Mr McMartyn glares in the direction of his long-time foe as he climbs into the ring and walks over to collect a microphone. Andy Morgan watches the CWF President carefully, an unimpressed look on his face.]

MEXICAN: "Excellent … Mr McMartyn is going to deal with this no good ingrate…"

[A intense McMartyn addresses the returning superstar once the customary booing has abetted.]

MCMARTYN: "Well, well, well. Just like the proverbial bad penny, you show up yet again. Just when I, probably like most other people here tonight, thought that Stone Cold Andy Morgan was gone for good from the Caerleon Wrestling Federation, you turn up and show your face yet again. Now I have to say, Andy Morgan, you’ve done a lot to make me suffer over the years … you’ve skirted the line more times than I can remember. For God sakes, you defected from the CWF to another company and tried to put me out of business! You’ve made a career out of pushing your luck, buddy, but you pushed it just a little too far when you upped and left just over six months ago. We could have worked something out, Andy Morgan, we could have taken you back after your defection and subsequent defeat but no, you disappeared … and now Stone Cold Andy Morgan, you have a lot to answer for. What do you actually hope to achieve after all that has gone on?"

[Stone Cold Andy Morgan’s gaze does not break from the CWF President for a moment.]

SCAM: "What do I hope to achieve? Well Clive, as well you know, tonight in this ring right here, there’s gonna be a little match, a little match that will decide the new CWF Champion. Now Stone Cold Andy Morgans got his eye on that match very carefully, ‘cos I’ve come back to this company tonight with a definite goal in mind; to become the CWF World Champion once again. And whoever wins that title tonight, be it a Phil Leach, or a Dan Jones, or an Andrew McMartyn, I’m here to tell you that Stone Cold Andy Morgan wants to have the first shot at ‘em."

[This comment gets a big cheer from around the arena. Amazingly, Mr McMartyn throws his head back and begins to laugh uncontrollably.]

MOSHER: "What does our beloved President find so funny?"

MCMARTYN: "Ahahahahaha! Hahahahaha … oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me get this straight, OK? You, Stone Cold Andy Morgan, one of the CWF’s biggest stars, just walks out of the company one day with no explanation, no apology, nothing. Six months later, you turn up out of the blue, taking over the Pay-Per-View broadcast, wasting my time and my money, and on the very night you return to the federation you demand a CWF Championship title shot? Hahahaha, I beg your pardon, but that is rich! And you know what, concerning that title shot you think you deserve- the answer is NO!"

[The crowd boos this decision loudly. An angry Andy Morgan confronts the boss.]

SCAM: "No? The answer you’re giving me is no?"

MCMARTYN: "Damn right! You walk back in here, Stone Cold Andy Morgan, and expect to be greeted with a red carpet and a brass band- wrong! To me, you’re just another new face, another debuting talent, another wet-behind-the-ears jobber! You can wipe the slate clean as far as all those previous titles you’ve won go, your past history in this company means NOTHING to me. You want a title shot? Well pal, you’re going to have to earn it the old-fashioned way- and that’s earn it. And Stone Cold? You’re going to earn by going through EVERY SINGLE man on this roster before you even set eyes on that gold, you got it? You’re going to start right at the bottom and work your way to the top all over again!"

MOSHER: "This is just ridiculous! Stone Cold Andy Morgan, a legend in this company, having to start from scratch?"

[Morgan tilts his head to one side thoughtfully. Slowly, he nods in agreement. Mr McMartyn extends a hand in the superstar’s direction.]

MCMARTYN: "Well, do we have a deal? You go through everyone else on this roster, and you get your title shot."

[The CWF fans are surprised to see Andy Morgan reach out and shake McMartyn’s hand.]

SCAM: "Yeah, you got a deal."

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

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

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

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

MEXICAN: "Oh no! Mr McMartyn!!"

[The rapturous cheers from the crowd keep on coming as Stone Cold Andy Morgan engages in a beer-fuelled return celebration in the ring. The CWF President lies flat on his back in the centre of the mat, juddering from the effects of the Andy Morgan Stunner. A triumphant Andy carries on his drinking session as we fade out.]

[The camera cuts to the car park just outside the Amphitheatre, where a long black limo has just pulled up to the arena. The license plate reads "CWF 3". One of the back doors swings open, and Andrew McMartyn climbs out to a huge boo from the watching audience. Dressed in a smart suit with a long black overcoat on top, McMartyn Junior is smiling as he breathes in the night air. His glamorous arm candy, Natasha, steps out of the vehicle next to him dressed in a long mink coat. Andrew takes a long look around him.]

ANDREW: "Oh yes... Tonight is the night!"

"MR MCMARTYN! MR MCMARTYN!"

[Frantic shouts ring out across the car park as McMartyn aides Ingham and Quarterman appear on screen and rush up to Andrew. Out of breath, their urgency catches him by surprise.]

INGHAM: "Mr McMartyn Sir, thank goodness you’re here! He’s back, Stone Cold Andy Morgan is back!"

[Andrew McMartyn’s jaw drops in astonishment.]

ANDREW: "Stone Cold Andy Morgan?! Here?!"

QUARTERMAN: "Yes Sir, and there’s more! He just gave Mr McMartyn a Stunner!"

[Andrew’s smile has long since faded. He shakes his head with disbelief.]

ANDREW: "I can’t believe this! Why does this have to happen, here, tonight? Haven’t I got enough to worry about? Natasha, come on."

[McMartyn takes his valet by the wrist and marches towards the arena entrance. The CWF Owner turns behind him as he walks and calls out to Ingham and Quarterman.]

ANDREW: "What are you waiting for- come on! And get my bags!"

Deftonial vs. Sean O’Kane
Referee: Dennis Morgan

TUCK: This match is set for one fall and introducing first, from California, weighing two hundred and seventy pounds...

["Bored", by the Deftones, hits the P.A., gaining a medium pop from the crowd]

TUCK: …DEEEFTONIAAAL!

[The six foot five wrestler - the tallest man by one inch in this match - makes his way down to the ring. ]

TUCK: Next into the ring, all the way from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds…

[The wrestler appears beneath the McMartyntron to a slightly larger pop than that of his opponent and "The Way You Like It", by Adam, hits the sound system.]

TUCK: …SEAN O’KAAANE!

[The young wrestler bounds his way into the ring, greeting a couple of fans on the way.

He slides into the ring and Deftonial gives O’Kane a bit of lip, waiting for the music to end. Referee Morgan calls both men to the centre, running through the rules, then signals for the bell.]

MEXICAN: I can really see some spark in Deftonial. A young hombre like him could go far.

MOSHER: Both these young competitors have great potential, my South American friend…

[Deftonial and O’Kane lock up, pushing back and forth. O’Kane gains the early advantage, being able to throw Deftonial back into his own corner. Deftonial is instantly back on his feet, going for another lock up. Again O’Kane proves stronger, pushing Deftonial back to the mat. Deftonial cautiously gets up again. He holds his hand out, signalling for a Roman knuckle lock.

O’Kane reaches out to take Deftonial’s hand, but Deftonial quickly catches him with a front kick. Deftonial capitalises with an elbow to the head, knocking down Sean O’Kane. Deftonial immediately pulls him back up, then doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. ]

MOSHER: Nice wrestling talent being displayed by Deftonial, here.

MEXICAN: He’s really got the jump on O’Kane now…

[Deftonial gets hold of O’Kane in a back grapple, lifts him up, then plants him with a Back Drop. As he moves to pull O’Kane up once again, Deftonial is caught by an elbow in the chest, winding him. O’Kane quickly hits him with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Deftonial arches his back, as he lies, in pain, on the canvas. O’Kane stomps on him repeatedly, until Deftonial is able to find his feet. O’Kane stands Deftonial up, aiming for a Piledriver, but Deftonial powers out, dropping Sean O’Kane over his back. He hits O’Kane with an elbow drop, then pulls him up for a Scoop Slam. Deftonial tries to whip Sean into the corner, but finds it reversed.

Deftonial bounces off the turnbuckle and staggers into the centre of the ring. O’Kane nails Deftonial with a series of punches, but Deftonial pulls himself together and trades blows. Somehow Deftonial is able to gain the advantage and drives O’Kane back into the ropes. He grabs O’Kane by the arm, looking for a whip. As he attempts it, O’Kane reverses, sending Deftonial running across the ring. Deftonial comes charging back, ducks a Clothesline by O’Kane and shoulder barges his opponent into a turnbuckle.

O’Kane has been momentarily winded and takes a quick barrage of punches from Deftonial. Thinking he is well in control, Deftonial then whips his opponent across the ring, but O’Kane stops in his tracks and promptly charges back at the larger man. Still a little surprised, Deftonial is clotheslined to the floor. O’Kane gets in an elbow drop on the fallen man and then he pulls Deftonial up to his feet.

Deftonial pushes O’Kane off and chops. O’Kane dodges the move and runs in with a "Thrill Kill". Deftonial staggers a little and then falls over, dazed.

O’Kane goes in for the pin. Morgan runs up to count.

1…

2…

And kickout!]

MOSHER: That Deftonial’s made of pretty stern stuff!

[O’Kane backs off as Deftonial staggers to his feet. O’Kane hops in with a clothesline and Deftonial collapses again.

O’Kane tries another pin.

1…

2…

Deftonial lifts a shoulder off the mat and pushes O’Kane off him. O’Kane again charges at Deftonial with a clothesline, but Deftonial - now a little more alert, counters and flips O’Kane over. Deftonial immediately pulls O’Kane up off the floor and goes to lift him.

Deftonial raises O’Kane in preparation of the Digital Bath, but O’Kane starts punching Deftonial in the head. O’Kane wasn’t as tired as Deftonial was bargaining for. The larger guy staggers forward just beyond the centre of the ring, unable to see where he’s going. In an effort to regain control of the situation he pushes off O’Kane. Both men fall, but as O’Kane plummets he catches the ropes slightly but is bounced into the ring.]

MOSHER: Now that has to hurt…

[Both men lie slightly dazed and aching, but Deftonial gets to his feet first. O’Kane stumbles upwards.

Deftonial grabs his dazed competitor and whips him into the ropes. On O’Kane’s rebound, Deftonial performs a roundhouse kick and completes his "Around The Fur". O’Kane crumples to the mat.]

MEXICAN: I would suggest the señor has done it!

[Deftonial follows up with a pin, Dennis Morgan dropping down beside them to count;]

1…

2…

3!

[MOSHER(laughing): Might I add that that was an "Ay Carumba" of a match!]

MEXICAN: I do not see how that is funny…

[The referee signals for the bell and holds Deftonial’s arm up in victory.]

TUCK: The winner, DEEEFTONIAAAL!

["Bored" hits the PA as the victor of the match draws in the atmosphere. ]

[The scene switches away from the arena and to "The Hanbury", one of the numerous local watering holes in Caerleon. The premises are relatively quiet, save for a moderately sized group gathered around the bar. The crowd seems to be huddled around a particular barstool as a familiar voice recounts a story to the listeners. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and zebra-skin trousers, Phil ‘The Man’ Leach is at the bar!]

PHIL: " … And I never gave the plastic boobs or the skirt back!"

[Riotous laughter explodes around the drinking hole as Phil Leach finishes his story. The bar flies of the establishment double up in laughter, tears in their eyes, as a seemingly inebriated Phil slurs out a request for "another" double vodka from the bar man. He downs the tipple immediately upon receiving it, and clumsily pushes the glass aside, where it clatters into a large collection of other glasses, empty beer bottles, and packets of nuts. ‘The Man’ turns to his new-found compatriots, and with somewhat blurry eyes and less-than-clear speech, addresses them.]

PHIL: "Right then boys, have I ever told you about the time I was a little bladdered and decided to "hose down" this fire extinguisher?"

PHIL!!!

[Looking somewhat out of place in the dingy bar, Jud McMartyn appears at the end of the bar, a look of amazement on her face. Mrs McMartyn, dressed in a long overcoat, stands with hands on hips as she surveys the legion of "empties" strewn across the bar. It takes a little while for Phil Leach to register the calling of his name, but slowly The Gentleman Pimp turns on his stool to face this new visitor. His eyes light up with acknowledgement at the familiar face.]

PHIL: "Hey … Missus M!"

[Mrs McMartyn looks aghast at the state of the CWF title challenger. She begins to shake her head in disbelief as Phil tumbles backwards off the bar stool and lands on the floor with a thump. He sprawls pathetically against the bar as the CWF Owner walks over with concern.]

JUD: "Phil … what on Earth are you doing here? I’ve been scouring every bar in this town to find you- we’ve got almost no time before your CWF Championship match tonight!"

[‘The Man’ begins to dribble on himself a little as he tries to answer her.]

PHIL: "Sorry Missus M … I was just trying to train…"

[Phil drifts out of consciousness and slumps against the bar. Mrs McMartyn holds her head, then turns to the assorted inhabitants of the bar.

JUD: Please, can someone help me get him to the car … I have to get him to the Amphitheatre as fast as possible …"

[We cut to the backstage area where Emma is waiting outside the locker room of Hardcore Hammond. The door opens and out walks the challenger for the Hardcore Title wearing his new CWF T-shirt "I’m hardcore…in every sense of the word". Emma gets straight into the face of the challenger]

Emma: Hardcore Hammond, are you excited about your match tonight, you could be the new Hardcore Champion after tonight?

[Hardcore Hammond stops, and looks into the face of Emma and stares a hole through her with his eyes. He continues walking up the corridor as Emma follows]

Emma: Hardcore Hammond tonight you go one-on-one with Damian…

[She is promptly cut off by Hammond’s hand in her face. He then takes the microphone from her hand and begins to speak]

Hardcore Hammond: Do you have any idea how irritating you are? …It doesn’t matter, in fact, I will tell you, you are the most irritating little interviewer that I have ever come across. Now onto my match tonight. So Damian Ali, you wanna come out here and say that I need to shut up and stop moaning huh? Well after tonight you will be the one moaning after I take your Hardcore title, because just remember this, Hardcore is in my nature, it runs in my blood, and tonight, I’m going to see first hand if it runs in your blood when I cut you open from ear to ear. Damian Ali, tonight I am going to bring everything I can to beat you including the kitchen sink. Tonight, these people are going to see a new hardcore champion crowned, and that’s all I got to say about that.

[With that, Hammond pushes the microphone back into the chest of Emma and walks off towards the ring]

PINK SLIP MATCH
Razor vs Mr Extreme vs Warlock
Referee: Phil Jefferies

["Bad Guy" starts to play, causing the crowd to boo. Razor struts out onto the ramp and down to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, wasting no time, not even bothering to taunt.]

MOSHER: "Well, Razor is looking determined here..."

MEXICAN: "I should think so, amigo! That crazy Acid has put his very career on the line!"

["__" is next to start up, signalling the entrance of Mr Extreme. He jogs to the ring, ignoring the insults and jeering from the crowd.]

MOSHER: "Mr Extreme also has a lot riding on this. Only one person can keep their job after this match!"

MEXICAN: "Well, if you ask me, Acid is throwing away some great talent!"

[Finally, "__" starts to play. Warlock strides to the ring, also getting a very copious amount of heat. He joins his two team mates in the ring, as the referee calls for the bell.]

MOSHER: "Here we go! Two of these men won't be coming back after this match!"

[The three men circle slowly, no-one wanting to make the first move. Finally, Razor starts off. He nails Mr Extreme with some right hands. Extreme tries to fight back, but Razor already has the advantage. He drives Extreme to the ropes, then whips him. Razor takes Mr Extreme to the mat with a Monkey Toss. Razor turns around in time to be nailed by a Clothesline from Warlock. Mr Extreme finds his feet, only to meet the same fate as Razor.]

MOSHER: "Looks like Warlock is taking control!"

[Razor gets up again, but Warlock whips him to the corner. Razor stays there. Warlock whips Mr Extreme to an adjacent corner. He runs in to attack Extreme, but is met by a boot in the face. Warlock staggers away, just as Razor comes out of the corner. Razor and Extreme both grab Warlock and hurl him over the ropes. They grin, smile at one another for a moment, then start trading blows. Mr Extreme comes off better, and tries to whip Razor. Razor reverses and hits a Belly-to-Belly Suplex on Mr Extreme.]

MEXICAN: "Now it seems like Razor has control! This match is going nowhere fast!"

[Warlock climbs onto the apron, but is spotted by Razor. He runs in, knocking Warlock back to the floor. Razor turns his attention back to Mr Extreme, only to be hit with a DDT. Extreme makes a cover:

One.

Two.

Kickout!]

MOSHER: "Easy kickout by Razor!"

[Mr Extreme pulls Razor back to his feet, then floors him with a jumping Martial Arts Kick. Warlock, again, gets onto the apron, but Mr Extreme charges him and hits a Dropkick, knocking Warlock to the floor yet again!]

MEXICAN: "Hahaha! Warlock can't even get back into the ring!"

[Mr Extreme resumes working on Razor. Extreme goes for a whip, ducking down for a Back Body Drop. Razor counters. He pulls Mr Extreme's head between his knees, then pulls off his "Razor's Edge"!]

MOSHER: "Razor just hit his finisher! He pulled that from no-where!"

[Razor drops down to cover:

One.

Two.

No! Warlock pulls Razor off Mr Extreme!]

MEXICAN: "That was close, senor!"

[Warlock gets into the ring and staggers Razor with some right hands. He whips him, then nails a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam. Mr Extreme is still not moving. He seems to be out cold from Razor's finisher. Warlock attempts to whip Razor, again, but it is reversed. Razor attacks with a powerful Lariat. He pulls Warlock to his feet once more, and tosses him back over the ropes. Razor covers Mr Extreme:

One.

Two.

Kickout!]

MOSHER: "I didn't think Mr Extreme would kick out of that!"

[Razor drags the unresisting Mr Extreme to his feet. He tries a whip, but finds it reversed. Razor is whipped into the corner. Mr Extreme is about to follow up, when Warlock grabs his foot and pulls him out of the ring. Warlock lifts Mr Extreme onto his shoulder, then drops him across the security barrier.]

MOSHER: "Warlock couldn't get back in the ring, so he brought the fight outside to him!"

[Warlock gets back in the ring and goes after Razor. He hits a Snap Suplex, then pulls Razor up and delivers a Piledriver. Warlock covers:

One.

Two.

Broken by Mr Extreme!]

MEXICAN: "Razor got a lucky break, there!"

[Extreme drives Warlock to the ropes, then delivers a Head Scissor Takedown. Razor gets up groggily and wanders into a Neckbreaker from Mr Extreme. Extreme then goes for the corner. He jumps onto the top turnbuckle, and flies into the air.]

MEXICAN: "Extreme hit the 'Frog Splash' on Warlock!"

[Extreme covers:

One.

Two.

No! Razor breaks it!]

MOSHER: "This match must be drawing to a close soon!"

[This assumption appears correct, as Razor pulls Extreme to his feet, then boots him in the gut. Extreme is doubled up and there's nothing he can do.]

MOSHER: "Another 'Razor's Edge' on Mr Extreme! He can't kick out of this!"

[Before Razor covers, he also pulls Warlock to his feet. Razor drags the big man to the ropes, then chucks him over the top. Razor goes for the cover:

One.

Two.

Three! Razor wins it!]

MEXICAN: "Razor is the winner! Mr Extreme and Warlock have just lost their jobs!"

[Razor starts to celebrate, but, oddly, his music doesn't play. He looks confused. Suddenly, "Left Behind" starts up. Acid appears atop the ramp, mic in hand.]

MOSHER: "What's Acid doing out here?!"

[Acid's music fades away and she lifts the mic to speak.]

ACID: "Don't be too pleased with your win, Razor..."

[Razor looks confused, as do Mr Extreme and Warlock. Acid speaks again.]

ACID: "I've had a change of heart. I'm not going to have the winner of the match keep his job."

[Extreme and Warlock start smiling, thinking this works in their favour.]

ACID: "Don't you two get it wrong! You're still fired! The only difference now is, that the winner is ALSO FIRED!"

[All three men look shocked. They start shouting at Acid.]

ACID: "Now, I know you probably have a lot to say, but I have something to say first... I don't care what you think! If you don't like this you can..."

[Acid lifts her mic to the crowd, allowing them to finish her catchphrase. A loud cry of "GET BENT!" echoes through the building.]

MOSHER: "Wow! Acid just came out here and fired all three of these men! No more X-Force!"

["Left Behind" starts to play once more, and Acid strolls out of the arena, leaving the three former wrestlers to make the "walk of shame" up the ramp and out of the building.]

[The CWF locker room comes into view and we see Damian sitting on then bench, lacing up his boots and preparing for his upcoming match. Felicia is sitting on the bench next to him, holding the Hardcore title in hand. A look of determination comes over Damian's face as he finishes lacing his boots and stands up. He starts to punch the air and then a nearby locker. Felicia watches on in delight before standing up.]

Felicia: CWF Whiplash, the first Pay per view for the CWF. You walk in here the Hardcore champion and you will leave the same way. You got it?

Damian: No sweat. Hammond is gonna see why I won this title in the first place. I am the toughest SOB this company as ever seen.

Felicia: You know that and I know that, it is time to show the rest of the company. I expect nothing less than the best from you.

Damian: You worry too much. He might have "hardcore" in his name but I live the hardcore life. I already gave him a taste of my punishment on Redemption. Tonight I'm gonna finish the job. Hardcore Hammond will be nothing more than a spot in the middle of the ring after I get done with him. He will receive a royal beating, Philly style.

Felicia: Don't get cocky; Hammond is not to be toyed with.

[Damian smiles and pulls out a cart full of various weapons and items from the side of the locker.]

Damian: With what I'm packing, Hammond is gonna get a new name after I get done with him. He life as a hardcore competitor ends here.

[Fade out.]

CWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Damian Ali vs. Hardcore Hammond
Referee: Gary Willis

TUCK: This match is scheduled for one fall and the victor walks away with the CWF Hardcore title. First into the ring, hailing from Austin, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds, HARDCORE HAAAMMOND!

["One Of A Kind", by Breaking Point, hits the P.A. and the large man appears on the ramp. The crowd pop enthusiastically for the good guy. He greets the faces that greet him as he makes his way down to the ring.]

MOSHER: This guy has proved himself before…

[He climbs into the ring and his music fades out.]

TUCK: And the defending Champion, from Philadelphia in the US of A, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds, DAAAMIAN ALIII!

[Metallica’s "Seek and Destroy" emerges from the sound system and the Hardcore Champion makes his way into the arena. The crowd isn’t exactly overjoyed to see him and respond pretty negatively. He holds his belt aloft and the crowd hiss more adamantly. Ali seems quite unconcerned by them and progresses into the ring unfazed. He hands his belt to a ringside official and then slides under the ropes and into the ring.

Ali begins trash talking at Hammond. The big man is visibly riled by the words of the title holder]

MEXICAN: Let’s get this festa underway!

[Referee Willis signals for the match to begin.

Hammond flies, in a slight rage, at Ali, but Ali ducks and gives Hammond a swift kick to his stomach. Hammond is winded and as he tries to recover himself, Ali slips out under the ropes and begins rummaging for weapons under the skirt of the ring.

Ali produces a trash can, complete with lid, and throws it into the ring. Hammond meanwhile has sneaked out the other side of the ring. He has balanced a table, unfolded, just inside the ring. Ali throws another can into the ring. Hammond procures a nearby steel chair and proceeds to sneak up behind Ali.

Finally Ali finds what he’s looking for and produces a solid Kendo stick from under the ring. A loud enthusiastic pop from the audience alerts Ali to Hammond’s presence behind him. The man, self titled as Hardcore, has the steel chair raised, ready to take out Ali, but Ali spins around and using his stick, deftly knocks the chair out of Hammond’s grasp.

The chair clatters to the floor, dangerously close to the audience. Hammond looks a little surprised, but his expression changes quickly as Ali hits him in the side of the neck with the stick. As Hammond goes to put his hand on his neck, Ali quickly hits his right hand. Hammond grimaces. Ali does a twirling flourish with the stick above his head and then brings a blow to the other side of Hammond’s head.]

MOSHER: Not pulling any punches tonight!

[Hammond falls and Ali drops his weapon of choice. He endeavors to pick up the large man by the scruff of his neck. Ali throws Hammond face first into the apron. Hammond bounces off and lands face up. Blood is streaming down his face as he lies trying to regain his composure.

Ali kicks him in the side and picks up his stick. Ali makes his way into the ring via the nearby steps and cockily climbs the turnbuckle and waves a figure of eight with the stick.

Hammond moves. He brushes the blood out of his eyes and puts his right hand on the apron to try to pull himself up. Ali sees the hand and leaps from the turnbuckle. He throws the stick mid jump and it hits Hammond’s hand square on. The contender recoils and Ali rolls elegantly into the centre of the ring. Ali lifts a trash can, that he put there earlier and shouts some abuse at Hardcore. He bashes the can to make some noise.]

MEXICAN: I get the feeling these hombres enjoy their bloody lavoro…

[Green eyes gleaming savagely, amidst the blood, Hardcore’s face is suddenly possessed by sheer rage at Ali. He cradles his hand and then slides as best he can, in to the ring. Ali charges at Hammond with the can brandished above his head, but Hammond charges blindly toward Ali and shoulder barges him over. The can falls forward of the fallen Ali. Hammond, still possessed by rage takes the opportunity to give Ali a savage kick to the side of the head. Ali starts to bleed.

Hammond moves away from Ali and picks up the other trash can. Ali has turned himself over and Hammond brings the can down into Ali’s back. Ali’s eyes widen in pain. Hammond flips him over, lifts Ali’s leg and tries for a pin. Willis runs up to count.

1…

2…

And Ali lifts a shoulder. Hammond throws Ali’s leg to the floor and picks up a trash can. He places on Ali and takes a step back so as to jump onto the can, pushing it in Ali. He runs up and jumps, but Ali rolls out of the way and out of the ring. The can collapses under Hammond’s weight and Hammond slips over onto his back.

Ali catches his breath, leaning on the apron and then pushes himself off to find a weapon. He comes across Hammond’s previous chair and picks it up for his. Hammond, now on his feet and clanging the uncrumpled can and lid together, shouts something at Ali, but Ali doesn’t respond and stays out of the ring. Hammond keeps mouthing off at him and proceeds to set up the table in the ring.

Due to a lack of response, and seeming uninterest, from Ali, Hammond slips out of the ring on the opposite side to Ali. Hammond also picks up a chair and like a creature possessed, goes in search of Ali. The men meet just in front of the announce table.

Hammond raises the chair above his head and brings it down in Ali’s general direction. Ali dodges the shot and deflects Hammond’s chair with his own. He quickly spins around and kicks Hammond in the side. Hammond stumbles, but is not knocked over. He re-angles his chair and rams it toward Ali’s middle. Ali drops his chair and falls backwards. Hammond stamps on him and then pulls the dazed Ali up. Hammond goes to Chokeslam Ali through the announce table, but as Ali had earlier worked on Hammond’s hand - pre-empting a possible Chokeslam, the challenger’s grip is not strong enough to lift Ali.]

MOSHER: It seems that Ali had a game plan today…

[As Hardcore tries to lift Ali, the champion swiftly elbows him in the side of the neck. Hammond backs off and Ali takes the opportunity to punch the larger man. Summoning all his strength, Ali grabs Hammond by the scruff of his neck and throws him into the turn buckle. Hammond hits it, head first and crumples to the floor. Ali turns him over and attempts a ringside pin.

1…

2…

And somehow Hammond manages to lift a shoulder from the floor. Hammond begins to pull himself up, using the steps and Ali goes to find a steel chair.

Ali picks up the nearby chair, wipes the blood from his face and swings to pummel Hammond into the turnbuckle. Hammond ducks the blow and Ali is sent backwards by his own force.

Hammond stumbles over to Ali, himself, being bruised, bleeding and nearly broken and pushes him, with a thump, into the ring. Hammond claims the chair for himself and clambers into the ring.

By this point Ali is trying to push himself to his feet, Hammond kicks him down in a small heap. The near seven foot tall man looms over the seemingly demolished champion. Hammond waits till Ali is gathering some senses to act. Ali slowly kneels up and Hammond relishes, not only the state Ali is now in, but also his warm reception from the crowd.

Hammond wields the chair above his head and brings it down decidedly over Ali’s head. Simultaneously, Ali directs a well aimed punch at Hammond’s groinal area. Ali falls backward under the force of the chair and Hammond, the currently better off of the two, crumples to the floor nursing himself.]

MOSHER: Hey, who’s that?

MEXICAN: I don’t know, but he keeps appearing on Hammond’s teritorio!

[Out of seemingly nowhere a masked figure has appeared at the ringside. Hammond is pulling himself up on the ropes. Ali is similarly getting to his feet, but on the other side of the ring. When Hammond is nearly to his feet, the Masked Attacker directs a fire extinguisher in Hardcore’s face. The jet of foam blinds Hammond and he tries to evade it by turning round, but on the other side of him awaits Ali.]

The masked attacker is now seemingly gone, but his weapon remains by the ringside.

Ali hits a flapjack on Hammond and pummels him through the table. Hammond crumples through the table to the mat. The Champion goes in for the pin and Referee Willis goes to count.]

1…

2…

3!

Referee Gary Willis raises Ali’s hand.

TUCK: And the winner of this match, and still the CWF Hardcore Champion, DAAAMIAN ALIII!

[The mixture of foam and blood creates a gloopy pink mess on Hammond’s face. He lies there, his chest heaving in a laboured manner.]

[The crowd adamantly boos Ali, but he smiles warmly at them, not caring what they think of him.]

[Out in the car park, another long black limousine hastily pulls up. The back door opens and Jud McMartyn hurries out as CWF road agents Arranboy and Pete Nancollis stride over to the vehicle.]

JUD: "Can you get him into the arena boys? I’ve got to get him to sober up before the match!"

[A dull thud is heard as Phil ‘The Man’ Leach slumps out of the limo and to the concrete ground. Arranboy and Pete scrape him up and throw The Gentleman Pimp over their shoulders, following Mrs McMartyn into the building.]

ARRANBOY: "Phil mate, are you alright? You look a little off-colour…"

PHIL: "Arran … Pete … you guys are the greatest. I couldn’t ask for better friends than yo- ahh, I think I’m gonna be sick…"

[A worried Mrs McMartyn looks back over her shoulder and winces. Several forced wretching noises come from off-screen.]

JUD: "Oh, dear. Why tonight, Phil?"

[Backstage, in the locker room area, Acid, Dan and Julia are sitting on the couch in one of the V.I.P locker rooms. Acid getting ready to go and officiate the Women's Championship match. She's wearing a pair of baggy jeans and her brand new 'Get Bent' T-shirt. Julia is watching the tv, whilst Dan Jones watches Acid move around the locker room, looking for her coat.]

JULIA: "Acid, your 'special' coat is hanging by the door.

[Acid spots her 'special' coat, smiles and grabs it and puts it on.]

ACID: "What do you think?"

JULIA: "Very nice!"

DAN: "Do you really think you should officiating the women's match? I mean, what if you get hurt and can't come ringside during my match?"

ACID: "Gosh, Dan! I didn't know you cared? And anyway, I thought you didn't need my support ringside?"

DAN: "Your rep is at stake in this. I just don't the McMartyn's to think that you're a no-show!"

DAN: "Relax Dan! I've dealt with bigger and badder peeps in my career than the likes of Stephanie and Felicia. I'm sure I can cope."

[Acid kneels down in front of Dan.]

ACID: "Daniel... close your eyes... count to 10... and repeat after me- 'I need not worry about Acid. I need only worry about my own arse!' See? That makes you feel better, doesn't it. Why not watch some tv with Julia and take a severe chill pill, huh? I'd better go. See you peeps later!"

[Acid leaves the room. As she is walking down the corridor towards the arena, she bumps into Kyle Reece.]

REECE: "Hey Acid!"

ACID: "Hi Reece? How's things?"

REECE: "Good. Listen, just wanted to apoligise for being a jerk the other night. Had no right to accuse you and Dan of... whatever. It's none of my business anyway."

ACID: "Noble of you to apologise, but there's nothing going on with me and Dan Jones. He's just a business associate, nothing more."

REECE: "Oh. So you're not like seeing anyone at all then?"

ACID: "Erm... look Reece. I've got to make like a banana and split. I got a match to referee. See you later! Good luck in your match!"

REECE: "OK. Thanks Acid!Bye Acid!"

[Acid disappears out of sight and Reece heads back into the men's locker room.]

CWF WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP
Morgan vs Faith vs Spark Girl vs Felicia vs Stephanie vs Grandma
Elimination Match
Special Guest Referee: Acid

TUCK: This following match is and elimination match for the CWF Women's Championship! The match will start off with two opponents in the ring. If an opponent is pinned, knocked over the rope or submits, she will be ELIMINATED! The next competitor will them enter the ring and the match will continue until we have a winner! Now, introducing first, the special guest referee. She is the CWF Vice President... ACID!!!

[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, wearing a black and white striped trenchcoat.]

MOSHER: "Here comes the VP- dressed in the traditional referee attire, sort of."

[Acid rolls into the ring and waves to crowd, who applaud her.]

MOSHER: "Acid making her first appearance in the ring tonight. She will of course be ringside supporting Dan Jones during the CWF Championship."

MEXICAN: "And what a match that's gonna be, amigo! I can't wait! My money's on Andrew McMartyn!"

MOSHER: "Gee, I wonder why?"

[A montage of Stephanie pictures appear on screen as 'Our Time' plays over the arena PA system. Stephanie appears from behind the curtains. The crowd starts instantly booing and jeering. They really hate this woman. Stephanie turns her nose up at the crowd marches down the ring with a determined look on her face.]

TUCK: Making her way to the ring... STEPHANIE!!!

MEXICAN: "Wow! Stephanie looks hot. Mama chita!"

MOSHER: "Tongue back in your mouth please, Mexican!"

[Stephanie climbs into the ring, glares at Acid, who smiles sarcastically back.]

TUCK: "Introducing next, from Cameron, North Carolina... MORGAN!!!"

[The lights fade to purple and blue. 'Let Me Blow Ya Mind' hits the PA and the crowd goes wild as Morgan steps out onto the ramp. She stops at the top of the ramp and flashes the guns (like the Hardyz) before running down to the ring.]

MEXICAN: "It's so unfair, Mosher! Why should poor Stephanie have to be placed first in this elimination match?!"

MOSHER: "Well, in the words of the VP- "she's been a very naughty little girl!"

[Morgan jumps up on the apron and flips over the top rope then jumps up on the right turnbuckle nearest the ramp and dismounts with a backflip for a huge pop.]

[DING! DING! DING!]

[Morgan and Stephanie circle each other before entering the tie up. Morgan has the advantage and hip tosses Stephanie. As Stephanie gets up, Morgan bounces off the ropes and goes for the clothesline, but Stephanie ducks. Morgan collides with the ropes on the other side and becomes entangled. Stephanie sees the opportunity and pushes Morgan over the top rope!]

MOSHER: "Morgan's over the top rope! She's out of the competition!"

MEXICAN: "Hurray for Stephanie!"

[Stephanie stands on the edge of the ring, peering over the top rope and mocking Morgan who is devasted at being eliminated so early in this competition. As 'Flash' hits a large firework makes its way down to the stage and explodes in pink and yellow pyro. Spark Girl emerges to the sheer of the fans. She makes a taunt similar to The Blue Flash and then makes her way to the ring and rolls in, only to be attacked by Stephanie, delivering kicks to her mid section. Acid pulls Stephanie away from Spark Girl, reprimanding her. Stephanie backs off, allowing Spark Girl to get to her feet. The two women enter the tie up. Spark Girl capitalises by pulling off a belly-to-belly suplex, and then another one! Stephanie sprawls out on the canvas as Spark Girl decides to go upstairs. Stephanie is still off her feet. Spark Girl performs a swanton bomb off the top rope, but Stephanie rolls out of the way just before impact. Spark Girl writhes in pain, clutching her lower back. Stepahnie gets to her feet, bounces off the ropes and delivers an elbow drop onto Spark Girl. She then grabs Spark Girl by the hair, pulls her up and irish whips her into the corner. Spark Girl is dazed as Stephanie approaches and uses her foot to choke Spark Girl. After a few seconds, Acid taps Stephanie on the shoulder to tell her to break the hold. Stephanie ignores Acid and keeps on choking Spark Girl. Acid pulls Stephanie back and the two women stand in the centre of the ring staring at after other.]

MEXICAN: "Aye Carumba! This could get ugly!"

MOSHER: "Well, Acid is the referee.. and when the referee says break the hold, you break the damn hold! Look at Acid! She's pointing to her coat. I think she's trying to make a point...

[Acid, sure enough, is pointing to her black and white striped trenchcoat, trying to make a point to Stephanie that she is the referee and when she says do something, she should do it. Stephanie glares at Acid as she (Acid) tells her to get back to the match. Spark Girl hasn't moved since being whipped into the corner. Stephanie grabs her by the head and bulldogs her face first into the canvas, she then flips her over and goes for the pin. Acid dives to her knees...]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[.. Spark Girl gets the shoulder up!]

MOSHER: "Spark Girl gets the shoulder up! That was a close call!"

[Stephanie is irate and pounces on Spark Girl, mounting punches. Acid separates the two women again, dragging Stephanie off of Spark Girl. Stephanie spins round and slaps the CWF VP across the face!]

MOSHER: "Uh oh! Not a wise move by Stephanie!"

[Acid expression is of pure anger as she kicks Stephanie in the gut and suplex's her! Acid then puls Stephanie up and throws her over the top rope!]

MEXICAN: "Wait a minute, essa! She can't do that!"

MOSHER: "Well, she just did!"

[Stephanie looks up at Acid from outside the ring. Acid is smiling and has an expression on her face that clears reads 'play with Acid and you're going to get burned!' Acid points Stephanie towards the ramp and yells at her to get the hell out of the arena! Stephanie refuses and goes to climb back in the ring! Acid grabs the microphone from Tuck and speaks...]

ACID: "Get the HELL out of MY ring before I fire your ass the same way that I fired your two buddies earlier tonight!"

[Stephanie is angry and frustrated, and has no choice but to leave the arena. Acid throws the mic back to Tuck as 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: "Well, that was intense!"

MEXICAN: "Poor Stephanie!"

MOSHER: "Ah, well! Here comes Faith."

[Faith enters the ring and she and Spark Girl immediately enter the tie up. Spark Girl, the stronger of the two, manages a kick to the gut of Faith and DDT's her. Faith rolls onto her back and gets to her feet at the same time as Spark Girl. They circle each other for a second and then Faith bounces off the ropes, going for the spear. Spark Girl counters the move, grabbing Faith as she approaches and turning the spear into a suplex. She then goes for the pin...]

[..1..]

[..Kickout by Faith!]

[Faith kicks out with great force, reminisant of her match with Natural Born Thrillaz the other night, which send sSpark Girl flying back. Faith gets to her feet, grabs Spark Girl by the head and bulldogs her. She picks her up again and goes for another bulldog... and another... and another!]

MOSHER: "Four bulldogs in a row! This is the kind of viciousness we saw from Faith on Tuesday Night!"

MEXICAN: "Maybe that bump on the head was for the better!"

[Spark Girl is out of it as Faith decides to go upstairs. Faith runs to the ropes, climbs to the top and does a Moonsault onto Spark Girl.]

MOSHER: "FAITHSAULT!!! FAITHSAULT!!! This could be it for Spark Girl!"

[Faith goes for the pin...]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

MOSHER: "Spark Girl has been eliminated."

[Spark Girl rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp, wondering where she went wrong, as the tinkering chords of "My Way" begin, the seemingly frail lady commmences her journey down the ramp. She walks holding a walking stick in one hand and waving to the gathered masses with the other.]

MEXICAN: "Look essa! Here comes Grandma!"

[Grandma has no sooner climbed into the ring, when Faith clotheslines her immediately over the top rope!]

MOSHER: "And there goes Grandma!"

[Grandma is rather peeved at Faith and grabs her walking stick and walks back up the ramp in a huff.]

MOSHER: "That was short and sweet!"

[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 wheter to hate her or drool over her. She blows a mock kiss at the crowd before she gives them a huge "up yours" motion. Out comes Damian ALi and the two go down to the ring taunting the fans as they pass.]

MOSHER: "Well, we're down to the final two. Either one of these ladies could walk out of here the CWF Women's Champion."

[Felicia climbs into the ring, as Damian Ali waits patiently at ringside. Felicia appraoches Faith and slaps her across the face. Faith's jovial expression changes in an instant as she pushes Felicia, sending her flying back and landing on her ass.]

MOSHER: "Boy, does that Felicia have an attitude problem!"

MEXICAN: "Quiet essa! Damian Ali is standing right over there!"

[Felicia gets to her feet, only to be knocked over again by a dropkick from Faith. Faith poses for the crowd, who roar their approval. Felicia is irate and whilst Faith is distracted by the crowd, she pounces on Faith and the two women start rolling over on the canvas...]

MEXICAN: "CAT FIGHT!!!"

[Felicia seems to have the advantage over Faith as Acid decides to intervene and pulls the two women apart. The match continues as Felicia bounces off the ropes and spears Faith. She bounces off the ropes again and goes for an elbow drop. She connected, hitting Faith hard in the shoulder. The crowd start a call at Felicia '"BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" Felicia isn't bothered and continued her assault on Faith as Damian Ali shouts words of encouragement at his significant other. Felicia does a round-the-hosue kick on Faith, followed by an uppercut.]

MEXICAN: "I have a feeling I know who's won this match!"

MOSHER: "Now Mex, it aint' over until the referee calls for the bell."

[Felicia is now dragging Faith across the ring by her hair. She throws her into the corner, pulls out some of Faith's hair. She holds it above her head like one would a trophy and laughs. Faith clutches her head in pain and then suddenly dashes out of the corner, launching herself on Felicia and mounting punches. Faith then drags Felicia up and DDT's her. Faith then drags Felicia up by the head and goes for the head scissors take-down. Felicia flips off her feet in mid air. Faith then grabs her head and performs a tornando DDT.]

MOSHER: "SPIRIT OF THE NIGHT! Faith is going for the Spirit of the Night!"

[While Felcia is recovering Faith runs over to the corner opposite Felicia and attempts to perform a back handspring, but is hindered by Damian Ali! Damian pushes Faith off the turnbuckle and jumps back down off the ring upron. Referee Acid turns to Damian Ali, who is smiling sarcastically on the outside of the ring. Both Faith and Felicia are dazed on the canvas. The crowd are hyperactive, shouting abuse at Damian Ali and calling for Faith get up. Acid looks at the crowd, then at Felicia and Faith and she then removes her referee's trenchcoat. She throws it down and climbs the turnbuckle nearest to Damian Ali...]

MOSHER: "What the hell is Acid doing?!"

[Damian Ali has his back to Acid and doesn't see her until it's too late! Acid launches herself off the top rope... ACID BURNZ!!!]

MOSHER: "Oh my God! Acid just Burned Damian Ali!"

[Damian Ali goes crashing to the ground as Acid connects with her signature move. The VP quickly gets to her feet, apparantly unhinged by the impact of her move and dives into the ring. She drags Faith over to Felicia. Faith sees her opportunity and drapes her arm over her opponent. Acid goes for the count...]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

MOSHER: "FAITH WINS!!! FAITH IS THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION!!!

TUCK: Here is your winner, and the NEW CWF Women's Champion... FAITH!!!

[Faith can hardly believe it as Acid hands her the Women's belt and hoists her arm into the air as 'Wherever, Whenever/We Will Rock You' plays over the arena's sound system. Felicia is pulled out of the ring by Damian Ali and the two make their way up the ramp, stopping once to glare at Acid. Sebastian and Trinity rush down to the ring dive in to celebrate with Faith. The three friends group hug and jump around like kids ona sugar bender.]

MEXICAN: "Faith may be champion, but only coz Acid helped her out! Felicia got royally screwed, as did Stephanie!"

MOSHER: "Felicia cheated. She had Damian Ali interfere and Stephanie was out of line!"

MEXICAN: "I hate to think what the consequences will be for Acid after tonight. Felicia is a dangerous woman..."

[Speaking of Acid, the CWF VP grabsthe mic from Tuck again and the music dies along with the celebratory cries of the crowd. Faith, Sebastian and Trinity stop hugging and look at the CWF VP.]

ACID: "Congratulations, Faith! You trully deserve this championship! I have one little request, which only you can grant.

[Faith nods her head, telling Acid to proceed.]

ACID: "Tuesday night at Turbulence, how would you like to defend your title against... ME?!"

MEXICAN: "See? I knew there had to be some sort of hidden agenda here!"

[Faith approaches Acid and speaks into the microphone...]

FAITH: No prob!

[The crowd goes wild as Acid smiles. 'Left Behind' plays over the PA system as the VP grabs her coat and leaves the arena, leaving Faith and her friends to continue celebrating in the ring.]

MOSHER: "There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Our new Women's champion and her first title defense at Turbulence against the VP."

MEXICAN: "What a match!"

[Commerical Break]

(The scene fades up in the CWF building, in the backstage area we can see the staff of CWF eagerly preparing between matches. Suddenly amidst the people a man appears with a paint can stuck over his head. Everyone seems to be too busy too help, as another match will be starting momentarily. He stumbles through the crowd knocking into people.)

Voice - Do not fear….

(The Blue Flash swings down to the area he manages to let go of his rope this time but unfortunately he still hasn’t quite managed to stay on his feet. He lands on one-foot wobbles sticks out the other foot and collapses at the foot of the masked man. Surely the Flash isn’t going to help this man with his problem? He gets to his feet and confronts the man.)

Flash - Do not fear people of CWF for I know what evil trickery is afoot here….

Man - Can you get this off my…

Flash - It is one of my nemesis’ “The man with no face”! At last we meet again! Do you think that you could just walk in here and terrorise the people of the CWF, as you like? Not when they have a superhero on guard 24/7!!!

Man - But I just…

Flash - Silence! The Blue Flash does not wish to hear your evil excuses! For now you will pay the price for challenging all that is good and right!

(The Blue Flash picks up the man and places him on his shoulders. He carries him over to wear the rope has stopped. He begins to tie the rope around the mans waist.)

Man - What are you doing?

Flash - After all these years you will be made to pay for your crimes! I am going to display you for the evil being that you are! Rope hoists him up!

(The rope doesn’t move.)

Flash - Well that is not going to work. Your evil is too strong! Well I shall have to expose your true form to everyone here. By removing your “ I have no face” mask!

(The Flash begins to pull at the paint can on the mans head. It comes off with a “pop”. By this time quite a little crowd has gathered around the man tied on a rope…)

Flash - Ha Ha! This is no more than a mortal man.

Other staff - Hey John! What happened?

Man - I was trying to finish off the final touched in one of the offices when some idiot flung open the door and knocked this paint can on my head….

Flash - A likely story. No doubt you were committing some crime of pure evil….

Man - No I was just…

Flash - Ah ha! What is this then! A wallet!

Man - Uh…That’s…mine….

Other Staff 2 - No wait! That’s my wallet, it was taken earlier!

Flash - See! The Blue Flash has exposed a thief among our ranks here at CWF!

Man - And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for that pesky superhero…

Flash - My work here is done! Now I must head toward the ring, for my epic struggle against evil, in the confines of a steel chamber! Evil will triumph and I will be victorious!

Staff - Don’t you mean good will triumph?

Flash - That’s what I said right? Blue Flash AWAY!!!!

(He runs off leaving a few angry staff members with the man tied up.)

Man - Come on guys! It was just a bit of fun…guys?

STEEL CAGE MATCH
Blue Flash vs Kid Punk
Referee: Dennis Morgan

[The fans start cheering as the huge steel cage is lowered over the ring. It takes several seconds, before the steel structure is down fully, and locked in place. The referee opens the cage door and awaits the competitors. "Dysentry Gary" begins to play, setting of the jeering of the crowd. Kid Punk swans into the arena, mocking the fans. He strolls to the ring, glancing up at the dauting cage before him. He takes a deep breath, then climbs through the door and between the ropes.]

MEXICAN: "Here he is, amigo! The man who's going to give that Blue Flash what for!"

MOSHER: "Get a load of that steel cage! That is one fearsome sight!"

["Flash" starts to play, and the arena is completely filled with cheering and whistling. The man himself appears on the stage, hands on hips, and looks round at the crowd.]

MOSHER: "Here he is! The CWF's own superhero!"

MEXICAN: "He's not so 'super', gringo! Kid Punk will prove that!"

[Flash runs to the ring and climbs swiftly inside. He bounds to one of the turnbuckles, posing for his fans. At this point, the cage door is closed on the outside, and padlocked firmly. Upon seeing this, Kid Punk takes the opportunity to start the match early. He clubs Flash in the back of the head, sending him staggering. The referee barely has time to call for the bell, before Punk is on Flash again. He pulls Flash towards the corner, and bounces his head from the turnbuckle.]

MOSHER: "Kid Punk is really going wild on Flash! He's eager to get this match over quickly!"

[Punk hooks Flash's arm over his head, then delivers a blistering Suplex. He starts stomping Flash, driving him against the ropes. Punk hoists Flash to his feet, the rocks him with some vicious Chops. He whips Flash, then drops him to the canvas with a Drop Toe Hold. He immediately locks on an STF, causing Flash to squirm in pain.]

MOSHER: "Kid Punk knows he can't get a submission! He's just looking to hurt The Blue Flash!"

MEXICAN: "Ha! That'll teach him, senor!"

[Finally, Punk releases Flash, though the masked hero is rather sluggish finding his feet. Punk tries to whip him, and aims a Clothesline on the return, but Flash ducks, then counters with a Flying Forearm, knocking Punk off his feet. Flash gets up again and throws his arms in the air. This meets a massive pop.]

MOSHER: "Flash is valiantly battling back!"

[Flash pulls Punk to his feet, but the wily heel strikes a Low Blow, dropping Flash to his knees. The crowd let out a sympathetic groan. Kid Punk then nails Flash with a Back Breaker. He hits several Elbow Drops, then pulls Flash up and whips him to the corner. Punk charges in, his arm outstretched and hits a running Clothesline. Flash collapses to the mat. Kid Punk looks down at his foe, breathing heavily. He nudges him with his foot, and, finding no response, starts climbing the cage wall.

MEXICAN: "Haha! Kid Punk has already won this! Look how easily he squashed Blue Flash!"

MOSHER: "He still has to make it over the top of the cage!"

[Kid Punk stands on the top rope, trying to reach up and pull himself further. As he does so, Blue Flash slowly, and silently, rises to his feet. He wanders over to Kid Punk, and, rather than just shove the ropes, reaches up, grabbing Punk's waist. Kid Punk is caught off guard. Flash manages to maneouvre himself so he gets his head between Punk's legs. From there, Flash hits a fearsome Snap Powerbomb. Kid Punk bounces a foot off the mat. Flash falls to his knees from the force of the move. Kid Punk now lies, unmoving, on the mat. Flash forces himself to his knees and heads to the corner. He clambers up the ringpost, and grips the cage. Flash tries to climb.]

MOSHER: "What a turnaround! Flash is going for the win, now!"

[Flash seems to be having trouble finding the upper body strength to climb the cage. He manages to raise himself a few inches, but then stops to rest. As he does so, Kid Punk is starting to come to.]

MEXICAN: "Here comes Kid Punk! Hurry! Don't let Flash get away!"

[Punk staggers to the corner and grips Blue Flash's leg. Flash tries to kick him away, but Punk holds firm. It seems to be a stalemate, but, eventually, Flash decides to try something drastic. He jumps from the cage, landing on Punk's shoulders, and hits a textbook Hurracanrana. Both men are down, needing some time to rest up. Flash gets up first. He stumbles over to Punk and pulls him to his feet. The Blue Flash then hooks one of Punk's arms over his head, and grabs his leg.]

MOSHER: "Awesome! Did you just see that huge Samoan Drop on Kid Punk!"

MEXICAN: "Sure I did! It doesn't mean a thing! This isn't over yet!"

MOSHER: "Couldn't agree more!"

[Kid Punk is now senseless on the canvas, Blue Flash is leaning on Punk's body, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, a loud jeering fills the arena. Deftonial is seen sprinting to ringside carrying a sledgehammer.]

MOSHER: "NO WAY! DEFTONIAL IS COMING AFTER BLUE FLASH WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER!"

MEXICAN: "Hah! Go get him, amigo!"

[He stops at the locked cage door, then, with one mighty overhead swing, smashes the padlock off the cage. Deftonial throws the door open and slides under the ropes. At this point, Blue Flash starts getting to his feet. Deftonial runs at him and swings the hammer. Flash ducks! Deftonial spins 180 and turns back in time for Flash to Dropkick him in the face. Deftonial reels, but recovers quickly. However, Flash picks up the hammer. He jabs Deftonial in the gut, doubling him over. Flash then blasts his attacker in the side of the head, splitting him open! Deftonial collapses, bleeding, on the canvas, totally out cold. Flash raises the hammer above his head, gaining yet another pop. He drops it behind him and, tiredly, staggers toward the open cage door.]

MEXICAN: "This is carnage! Did you see how Flash brutally attacked Deftonial with a sledgehammer?!"

MOSHER: "Deftonial attacked Flash! He acted in self defence!"

[As Flash is only inches from the rope, Kid Punk suddenly comes from nowhere! He locks his arms round Flash's waist, then nails a German Suplex. Slowly, Kid Punk drags himself to his feet. He glances to the open door, then looks down at Flash. He spies the sledgehammer. A sick grin spreads across Kid Punk's face. Slowly, and deliberately, he reaches down and grasps the heavy tool. Punk adopts a crouched stance, hammer ready, as he watches Flash slowly wobble to his feet.]

MOSHER "MY GOD! Kid Punk is getting ready to blast Blue Flash with that hammer! He's crazy!"

[Kid Punk waits a few seconds more, allowing Flash to turn to face him so he can see the face of his attacker. As Flash finally turns round to look at Punk, the man attacks. He swings the hammer, aiming right for Blue Flash's head. Flash ducks! He was bluffing! Kid Punk reels forward with the power of his swing. He keeps hold of the hammer and turns back, looking for Flash. Kid Punk has a moment to look shocked, seeing The Blue Flash standing before him, his face like fire, before Flash clamps one hand round Kid Punk's neck. Punk, foolishly, lets go of the hammer and tries to free himself, hoplessly, from Flash's hold. Flash raises his other arm, point directly upwards. The crowd give off a massive cheer, signalling their approval. Blue Flash bends his legs, then, with huge effort, lifts Kid Punk into the air and delivers a hellish Chokeslam!]

MOSHER: "INCREDIBLE! The Blue Flash nearly broke Kid Punk in two with that Chokeslam!"

MEXICAN: "NO WAY! HOW DID HE DO THAT?!"

[Flash looks down at the still form of Deftonial. He looks to the crowd and points, visibly, at Deftonial. This gets a mighty pop. Flash nods, then reaches down. Gripping Deftonial firmly by the throat, he pulls him to his feet, then hits another devastating Chokeslam. The fans cheer wildly, seeing The Blue Flash dominating his two foes. Flash looks down at the two other men, and, seeing them unmoving, turns to walk toward the cage door.]

MOSHER: "HE'S GONNA DO IT! BLUE FLASH IS GOING TO WIN!"

[Flash gets only a few steps before he is alerted by the reaction of the crowd. He spins round, upon hearing them boo, and spies Kid Punk, barely awake, but somehow, on his feet. Blue Flash smiles. He starts walking towards Kid Punk.]

MOSHER: "He's not done yet! Flash is going back for more!"

[Before Flash reaches Punk, however, Deftonial, grabs his foot. Flash looks down, shocked, and Kid Punk, amazingly, has the wits to take advantage. He runs at Flash, trying to Clothesline him, but Flash breaks free of Deftonial's grip. He sidesteps Kid Punk, steering the running man so that he goes hurtling, face-first, into the cage. Kid Punk collapses, his face a bloody mess. Deftonial looks up, squinting through the blood on his own face, and sees a vengeful Blue Flash bearing down on him. Flash pulls Deftonial to his feet by the hair. The angry "superhero" holds Deftonial in front of his face, taking a moment to shout something, before pulling off a "Twist-of-Fate"! Deftonial falls like a tree!]

MOSHER: "That must be it! Flash has finished off Kid Punk and Deftonial!"

MEXICAN: "It can't all end like this!"

[The weary Flash starts hobbling to the exit, looking ready to finish. However, when his foot knocks against Kid Punk's prone form, Flash stops. He looks down, staring for several seconds at his flattened foe. Then he holds his chin high. Flash sticks out his chest and puts his hands on his hips. He walks to the corner and straps on his cape. The crowd all leap to their feet, anticipating the next move.]

MOSHER: "Blue Flash could easily have won it! He really wants to make a point to Kid Punk and Deftonial! 'Don't mess with the Blue Flash!'"

[Flash, unsteadily, climbs to the top of the ringpost, and, with one last heroic stance, leaps off. His "Blue Flash Splash" hits like an H-bomb! Kid Punk shudders under the impact and stays on the mat, twitching randomly. Blue Flash, his energy all spent at last, crawls along the wall of the cage. Gripping the ropes with one hand, the other on his ribs, he pulls himself to his feet. Flash staggers to the exit, then falls to the floor. With his last shred of strength, Flash pulls himself under the ropes, and slides to the floor outside the ring. The bell rings. "Flash" starts to play.]

MOSHER: "WHAT A MATCH! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE PERFORMANCE FROM THE BLUE FLASH! OVERCOMING BOTH KID PUNK AND DEFTONIAL IN THIS BRUTAL CAGE MATCH!"

MEXICAN: "WHAT CARNAGE! THE BLUE FLASH HAS REALLY MADE SURE HE'S THE ONLY ONE TO WALK AWAY!"

[Meanwhile, the referee has helped Flash to his feet and supports him up the ramp. Flash looks tired and hurting, but is still smiling broadly. The cage is lifted from the ring, and a collection of paramedics come running down to carry Deftonial and Kid Punk out of the ring. Eventually, the ring is cleared and all that's left is Blue Flash, still leaning on the ref, stood at the top of the ramp. No longer having the energy to pose, he just raises one fist into the air. This is enough to get him one last pop, before he dissappears from view for a well earned rest.]

[Backstage we see Gav Jones standing outside a locker room door, which sports the golden nameplate reading "Andrew McMartyn". The camera pans to Gav’s right, and a huge boo goes up as two generations of McMartyn come into view. Father and son stand side by side, seemingly ready for the task before them tonight. Andrew has changed into his wrestling attire and seems pumped and focused. Beside him, Mr McMartyn sports a confident smile, despite touching his chin gingerly now and again, still feeling the effects of the Stunner he took earlier. Gav Jones excitedly waves a microphone in McMartyn’s face.]

GAV: "Andrew McMartyn, we’re just a short time away from the eagerly anticipated Triple Threat match for the CWF Championship. Have you any comments as we stand here in the eleventh hour?"

ANDREW: "This is me, Gav Jones, of course I have some comments! Tonight, history is going to be made when I, Andrew McMartyn, co-owner and founding star of this great company, becomes the CWF World Champion for an unprecedented sixth time. The CWF is entering a new era, Gav, a modern, futuristic era, and we need a figurehead, a spokesperson, an icon of the company who will represent us in the best possible light. And that person? Hey, you don’t have to look any further pal, you’re looking at him- me, "Simply The Best"! Tonight, I’m going down to that ring, I’m going to beat that no-good snake-in-the-grass Dan Jones, I’m going to beat that drunken court jester, Phil Leach, and I’m going to walk out as undeniably the greatest Champion we have EVER seen!"

GAV: "And what about the special ingredient in this match; the fact that all three competitors tonight have one of the owners of this company in their corner … how do you think this will alter each persons chances?"

ANDREW: "How will it alter our chances? Well, for Phil and Dan, it won’t. Dan will always be a nasty, two-faced scheming Addams Family reject and Acid will always be a nasty, two-faced, scheming Addams Family reject. Those two are welcome to each other. And as for Phil Leach, well, if anyone should know about drunken idiocy it’s my mother! She never met a case of wine she didn’t like! Hell, once they’ve finished pumping Phil’s stomach tonight, she’ll probably want to knock back the contents! I’ve said it before, a women’s place is in the kitchen- well, my mother’s place is in the office, and there she should stay. As for my chances … well, I have my father in my corner. The President of this company, the boss himself, the man who created this very federation. Do you know what happens when the greatest wrestling mind of all time joins forces with the most skilled superstar ever to compete in a ring? Gold. Lots and lots of gold. Tonight, the first family of the CWF is going to exert our supremacy, like it or not!"

GAV: "And what about Stone Cold Andy Morgan … do you think that he may try to play a part in the Championship match tonight?"

[Andrew goes to retort, but his father snatches the microphone away from Gav Jones.]

MCMARTYN: "You listen to me, if Stone Cold Andy Morgan thinks he can pull off a repeat of what happened earlier, he’s sorely mistaken! As far as I’m concerned, he hasn’t even made his debut yet and therefore he’s NOT an active member of MY roster. Mark my words, if we see as much as a glimpse of him out there tonight during the main event, there will be hell to pay!"

[Andrew McMartyn takes the mike from his father.]

ANDREW: "Bottom line is, Stone Cold Any Morgan can’t stop me. Phil Leach can’t stop me. Dan can’t stop me. I’m walking out of here the CWF Champ tonight, and nobody- NOBODY- is gonna do a thing to prevent that. WOO!"

[With this parting comment, father and son disappear back into the locker room.]

After the brutal Steel Cage match, Emma is backstage with her microphone, ready to talk to the participants. Fully expecting to see Kid Punk, a total stranger walks up to Emma.]

Emma: "Excuse me; I’m trying to get an interview with a CWF wrestler…"

Unknown: "Well, then you’re in luck, baby. Because you’re looking at the newest CWF superstar, Streetboy. After ten months off of wrestling due to an injury, Streetboy is back in the wrestling business. I’m sure that this will be a much better interview than talking to some loser about losing his match, right?"

Emma: "But I’m supposed to interview Kid Punk…"

Streetboy: "More like Kid Flunk. Why would you want to interview that chump? He spends more time on his back that a five cent hooker!"

[Right after Streetboy finishes his less than flattering comments, Kid Punk suddenly appears in front of Streetboy and aggressively pushes Streetboy, making him slam in to the wall.]

Kid Punk: "WHAT THE HELL!"

[Streetboy then pushes back, and Kid Punk then throws a punch and connects with Streetboy’s face. After punching back and forth, Streetboy throws a hard right, and a small left jab to Kid Punk’s stomach, making Kid lose his bearings for a second, and Streetboy then takes full advantage, pulling Kid’s shirt over his head, hockey style, and starts under hooking at Punk’s face. CWF Security then runs out, holding back Streetboy and restraining Kid Punk once the shirt is taken off from over his head.]

CWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Kyle Reece vs Hans Grip
Referee Sid Jefferies

TUCK "Ladies and Gentleman are next match is scheduled for one fall and is to decide the CWF Intercontinental Championship. Please welcome first to the ring, weighing at 215 lbs and standing at 6 feet, he is KYLE REECE!!!!!"

["Fuel" begins to play and then red and orange pyro is ignited around the stage as Kyle makes his way through the crowd. He jumps over the barrier as the crowd cheer him and rolls under the ropes to await his opponent….]

Mosher - This guy is my pick…

Mexican - No way Amigo!

TUCK - And his opponent, standing at 6’4" and weighing 274 lbs, accompanied by Sven Oder-Svensson, please welcome HANS GRIP!!!

(The din of "Super Trooper" by ABBA blasts around the arena as Hans Grip walks out followed by his manager. Sven is offering Hans some last minute advice as they make their way down the aisles to the booing of the crowd.)

Mexican- there’s the winner there, compadre!

(Hans climbs over the ropes and the referee signals for the bell. The two men circle for a bit and then tie up, Hans forces Reece back into a turnbuckle and begins to apply throat thrusts into Reece.)

Mosher - Hans Grip hoping to win using his strength over Kyle Reece’s speed…

(Hans grabs Kyle’s head and throws him to the mat. Kyle staggers up and is met with a huge clothesline from Hans. He goes for the cover, not even a two count.)

Mosher - Reece won’t give in that easily!

(Reece gets to his feet and Hans looks for another clothesline but Reece delivers a drop toehold taking down the big man. Hans quickly gets to his feet and is met with a DDT. Reece covers, only one…)

Mexican - you’ll have to try harder than that….

(Reece lifts Hans onto his shoulders and looks for a Death Valley Driver but Hans drops behind and shoves Reece into the turnbuckle. Hans then begins to bash Kyle’s head off the turnbuckle again and again. The ref tries to break it up but Hans spins Reece round and delivers a foot choke. Reece flails his arms to try and break free…)

Mosher - Come On Kyle Reece!!!

(Hans finally breaks the hold and Reece drops to the mat clutching his throat. Hand picks him up and looks for a powerbomb, btu as he moves to lift Reece, Reece counters with a back body drop bringing both men down…)

Mosher - Kyle Reece buying some time…

(The referee begins the count, 1…. 2…3…4… Both men get to their feet and charge at one another. Hans tries a clothesline but Reece ducks it. Reece looks for a Full Nelson but hand delivers an elbow to break the hold. Hand tries a toe kick but Reece catches it and pushes him away, Hans spins back and Reec tries his own kick. Hans catches it and holds Reece’s foot. Reece swings a few punches while hand laughs suddenly Kyle Reece lands an enzuiguri!!)

Mosher - What a display!!

(The crowd roar in approval as Hand gets to his feet slowly, the number of reversals has taken it out of both men. Kyle tries another toe kick but Hans catches it and this time doesn’t hesitate he pulls Reece’s leg and levels him with a clothesline. Reece hits the canvas hard.)

Mexican - Way to go Amigo!!

(Hans covers, 1….2…and a kickout. Hans pulls Reece up and tries to lock in the Truncation. Reece bats his hands away and then sends Hans to the ropes. On the return Reece lifts him up for…)

Mosher - THE MILITARY PRESS!!

Mexican - not quite…

(the momentum was too much for Reece as Hans is lifted up Kyle’s arm begins to shake and he drops Hans on top of himself. The ref makes the count as Reece collapses under Hans, 1….2….kickout! The crowd go wild!)

Mosher - Wow! These two want that title bad!

(Both men get to their feet and begin to exchange blows, suddenly Hans begins to lay punch after punch into Reece and Reece is forced over to the ropes, Hans delivers a clothesline which takes the both over the ropes, and onto the mats outside.)

Mexican - Those mats have very little give in them!!

(Both men get to their feet and Hans throws Kyle Reece into the steel ring steps there is a huge clatter as the steps fall apart and Reece slumps in between them. Hans picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Reece rolsl over and tries to get to his feet, he is holding his shoulder.)

Mosher - Reece must have hurt his shoulder in that collision!

(Hans picks him up and locks in an arm wrench to the damaged arm, he then begins to drive a number of shoulder thrusts into Reece’s own shoulder. Reece yells in pain as each hit makes finds its mark.)

Mosher - This is just punishment!

(Hans delivers one last blow and reece falls to the mat, Hans makes the cover, 1…2…..kickout!)

Mexican - NO WAY!!!

(Hans cant believe it! He looks to Sven who looks outraged. He ligts up Kyle Reece again and sends him to the ropes, on the return Kyle delivers a flying clothesline and knocks Hans off his feet. Both men are down once more)

Mexican - Come on!! Finish him!

(Kyle uses the ropes to get to his feet and makes his way over to Hans who is trying to get up, kyle pulls him up and kicks him in the abdomen folloed by a pulling piledriver. Hans’ hed is driven into the canvas! Kyle makes a cover, 1…2…..kickout, he covers again, 1….2…and a kickout.)

Mosher - Kyle has to stay focused!

(Kyle rolls out of the ring and snaps together a steel chair. He slides into the ring and walks over to face Hans. Reece hoists the chair over his head and goes to swing but, the ref has pulled it from his hands. Sid Jeffries throws it out of the ring. Reece moves over to the ref but Hans attacks from behind with a reverse suplex!)

Mexican - that Reece may have eaten his last burrito!

(Hans goes for the cover, 1…2..Sid Jeffries stops the count. Hans looks at him and begin to yell, Sid points out that Reece’s foot was on the rope. Now Hans is getting in the referee’s face, Reece makes the pin with a school boy, 1…2…. kickout!)

Mosher - Come on ref, can’t you count to three?

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

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

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

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

MEXICAN: "Excellente! IKEA for everyone!"

[When "Real American" hits the PA, the arena, packed to the brim, rises to its feet. The noise is defeaning, almost immediately a "Huck!" chant is taken up. The legend himself stamps his way out onto the stage and flexes his "pythons" to a huge pop. The grinning old man runs through his repertoire of taunts, producing an extended pop. He finishes by circling his arm and cupping his hand to his ear. As the last pop finishes, "The Huckster" strides to the ring. He collects a mic on the way there, then rolls under the ropes and clambers to his feet. Once more, he cups his hand to his ear, acquiring yet another awesome pop. Finally, he raises his mic to his mouth.]

MOSHER: "Here he is! The CWF's resident legend! Coming out here to talk to the fans!"

HUCKSTER: "Yo brothers! Let's hear it from all my little 'Huck-a-maniacs' out there!"

[Once more, there is a pop that almost shatters the windows in the building. "The Huckster" smiles and continues.]

HUCKSTER: "Now, 'The Huckster' knows what you're expecting! 'The Huckster' has come to talk about his match with Clint Hill!"

[Mention of his future opponent is sufficient to spark off a chant of "Clint-Hill-Sucks!".]

MOSHER: "The whole crowd is behind 'The Huckster'!"

MEXICAN: "Hah! They'll be pretty surprised when he loses to senor Hill, then!"

HUCKSTER: "Now, Clint Hill, 'The Huckster' doesn't have any beef with you, brother, but it seems you got some beef with me!"

MEXICAN: "Senor 'Huckster' cost his team that Wild Card match! Of course Clint Hill's unhappy!"

HUCKSTER: "'The Huckster' can see you don't have the same values as me! Now, 'The Huckster' think little things like friends, and morals are more important than winning a match! Now, 'The Huckster' did not cause anyone to lose the match, but Clint Hill seems to be looking for someone to blame!"

MEXICAN: "Well, I'd blame the guy who sided with the other team! Oh! Wait! That WAS senor 'Huckster', wasn't it?!"

MOSHER: "He was just looking out for Phil! They're good friends!"

HUCKSTER: "Clint Hill has said that 'The Huckster' can't hack it! Well, all 'The Huckster' can say to that is ... YOU'RE FULL OF CRAP!"

[This gets a big, enthusiastic pop.]

HUCKSTER: "'The Huckster' is going to show you, Hill, what it takes to be a legend! 'The Huckster' is going to show you why 'Huckst-a-mania' is bigger than the whole, damn U.S. of A!"

MOSHER: "This is going to be a major slobbernocker!"

MEXICAN: "I can't wait to see someone put this guy in his place, gringo!"

HUCKSTER: "'Huck-a-mania' is not just going to run wild on you, it's going to break you to pieces, then scatter the remains like paper! Clint Hill, when you disrespect 'The Huckster', you don't just disrespect the man, you are taking on the whole legend of 'Huckst-a-mania'! Not only are you disrespecting me, you are disrespecting every single 'Huck-a-maniac', and that is one thing 'The Huckster' will never stand for!"

[Yet another pop. As big as ever.]

HUCKSTER: "You are gonna learn, brother, what it means to 'bite off more than you can chew', when you step in this ring with 'The Huckster'! I'll see you later,... DUDE!"

MOSHER: "He sounds really prepared for this match! This should be good!"

["Real American" starts playing again, signalling the end of the speech. "The Huckster" climbs through the ropes and saunters up the ramp, slapping hands and cupping his ear. He stops under the base of the McMartyntron, and hits one last pose, one last cup of the ear, before he dissappears from view.]

MEXICAN: "What a matchup, gringo! Clint Hill is gonna prove, once and for all, that 'The Huckster' CAN'T hack it with the young guys anymore!"

MOSHER: "Anything could happen during this match! Make sure to stay tuned in to CWF Whiplash!"

'The Huckster' Bob Jones vs Clint Hill
Referee: Gary Willis

['Beautiful Creatures' by Ride plays and Clint Hill appears at the top of the ramp to a wild ovation! He poses at the ramp before walking down the ramp!]

TUCK: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first; from parts unknown; he weighs in at 300lbs... CLINT HILL!!!

[Hill slaps the fans hands as he goes down the ramp. Hill climbs the stairs and gets in the ring. He poses on the turnbuckle as he waits for the Huckster.]

["The lights turn red and yellow as "Real American" blares out over the arena sound system. "The Huckster" Bob Jones appears out on the entrance ramp to a mighty nostalgic roar from the crowd. He taunts and flexes before making his way gingerly down the ramp and into the ring. Huckster cups his ear to listen to the great ovations that still ring in his ears from a by-gone era, then rips off his red "Huckstermania" t-shirt and throws it to the crowd.]

TUCK: Making his way to the ring; from Newport, Wales; he weighs in at 250lbs... 'THE HUCKSTER' BOB JONES!!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

[The Huckster starts with some fists to Hill, but Hill reverses with some fists of his own. The Huckster again fight back but Hill gives him a kick to the gut and a DDT to the mat. He then gives the Huckster an elbow drop to the back of the head. He picks up the Huckster and lifts him up in a suplex and slams him down. He then locks on a sleeper. But the Huckster struggles to his feet, gives Hill some elbows and runs off the ropes, and on return plants Hill with a spear! He then pulls Hill in a texas cloverleaf. He stretches hard as Hill screams in pain. Hill pulls himself over to the ropes and drags his arm over them breaking the hold. The Huckster lets go and waits for Hill to get to his feet he then charges at Hill, but Hill gives the Huckster a tilt-a-whirl slam! The Huckster bounces back to his feet and is greeted with a boot to face and a pin]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..No! The Huckster pulls his arm up!]

[The Huckster gets to his feet, but Hill is waiting. Hill gives the Huckster a kick to the midsection pulls his head between his legs, and Hill delivers a hellacious powerbomb to the Huckster slamming his back against the mat. Hill stalks over the body of the Huckster and looks down to his face. Then suddenly the Huckster spits in the face of Hill! As Hill attempts to clean his face, the Huckster gets to his feet. Hill cleans the spit out of his eyes and turns around to receive a superkick! Hill struggles to his feet and as he gets up the Huckster gives Hill some shots to the face. But Hill rakes the Huckster's eyes and runs off the ropes only to receive a Samoan drop! Hill gets to his feet still and the Huckster gives him a spinebuster! This time Hill stays down and the Huckster climbs the top turnbuckle. He gains balance and flies off with a shooting star press connecting on Hill! He then hooks the leg]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..Hill rolls out the pin!]

[the Huckster can't believe it and he slams his fist against the mat in frustration. He climbs to his feet and picks up Hill. Hill though battles out of it and whips the Huckster against the ropes. As the Huckster gets back Hill powerslams him! He keeps a hold of the Huckster and holds the pin]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[...The Huckster shoves Hill away from him!]

[Hill seems frustrated and gives the Huckster numerous shots to the head. He then pulls the Huckster up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Hill then plants a huge superplex on the Huckster! Both men struggle to get to their feet and as Hill does, the Huckster reaches over and gives him a low blow! He then climbs to the top rope and sets in position for an elbow drop, but Hill kicks the bottom rope and the Huckster falls to a seating position on the turnbuckle! Hill climbs to the top once again and delivers a German suplex right off the top slamming the back of the Huckster's head of the mat from a height! Hill then pins the Huckster…]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..The Huckster just kicks out!]

[Hill gets up in disbelief. He waits for the Huckster to get up and goes for clothesline but the Huckster ducks it and gives Hill a neckbreaker. The Huckster gets ready as Hill gets up and receives a belly-to-belly suplex! The Huckster poses for the fans as Hill holds his back. Hill gets to his feet but staggers right into a headlock. The Huckster applies pressure to the head before attempting a bulldog. Hill reverses this though and ends up chucking the Huckster through the 3rd and 2nd ropes to the outside! Hill then jumps up to the top rope and flies off landing on the Huckster! As the Huckster gets to his feet on the outside Hill is waiting with a clothesline. As the Huckster gets up he is whipped into the steel steps by Hill and Hill charges at the dazed the Huckster. The Huckster ducks though and turns it into a back body drop to Hill onto the tough mat! The Huckster gains concentration and walks over to Hill picking him up and slamming his face against the announce table! He then carries on doing it before slamming the back of Hill's head against the mat. The Huckster then thinks and gets an idea. He climbs on top of the announce table and plants a leg drop off it onto Hill! Both men lie on the mat before the Huckster begins to move then not long afterwards Hill moves as well. They both get to their feet at the same time but the Huckster strikes first with a punch, but Hill blocks this and gives the Huckster a fist of his own. He begins giving the Huckster numerous fists before knocking him towards the crowd barrier. He then clotheslines the Huckster over the barrier but sending himself over as well. The two battle it out in the crowd but the Huckster gets the advantage with a low kick and a snap suplex on the concrete! The Huckster then drags Hill's body towards the barrier again and powerbombs him out the crowd to the outside mat! He then jumps out the crowd and drags Hill's limp body inside the ring and covering it]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..No! Hill rolls his shoulder out of the pin!]

[the Huckster is fuming that Hill kicked out and he goes and grabs a chair from ringside and rolls back inside. The Huckster goes to swing the chair at Hill when the referee grabs it from behind him. The Huckster then tries to pull the chair back off the ref and they start arguing! Hill sees his opportunity and barges the Huckster in the back sandwiching the chair in between the ref and the Huckster laying both out! Hill poses to the crowd as the Huckster and the ref are both laid out still. He picks up the injured the Huckster and gives him a chokeslam followed by a pin but there is no referee! Hill can't believe his bad luck and doesn't know what to do! Then out of nowhere comes GWF referee Dennis Morgan! He runs down the ramp and counts Hill's pin!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..No! Somehow the Huckster jolts his arm up!]

[Hill looks shocked that he hasn't won the match! He gets to his feet still in disbelief! He shakes his head and kicks the bottom rope in frustration. He turns around to see the Huckster getting to his feet. As he goes over to the Huckster, the Huckster is waiting and low blows Hill! The Huckster then is at his feet and grabs Hill in a waistlock and delivers a German Suplex!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..Hill rolls out the pin]

[The Huckster leaps to his feet and jumps to the top rope! As Hill turns to see the Huckster, the Huckster flies off and plants Hill with a Tornado DDT! Hill rolls around grasping his head while the Huckster catches his breath. While down Hill grabs the chair, gets up, and swings it at the Huckster connecting right in the face! The referee goes to disqualify Hill but Hill cracks him in the head as well! The crowd are going wild as Hill poses on the top rope with the chair! With both refs and the Huckster lying on their backs Hill takes that time to catch his breath. He picks the Huckster up and tombstones him down onto the canvas! But there is no ref! Hill attempts to wake up the first ref, Gary Willis while the second ref, Dennis Morgan lies on the other side of the ring. While Hill is trying to get the ref up, the Huckster creeps from behind him and rolls him up from behind! Then the second ref, Dennis Morgan, rolls over to the action and counts the pin!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..No! Hill pounces out of the pin!]

[The Huckster now whips Hill in the corner and walks over to the corner. He pulls Hill's legs on the ropes and charges, kicking him right between the legs! Hill drops to the floor as the Huckster celebrates. The Huckster goes to picks up Hill but gets an uppercut. Hill then gets to his feet and gives the Huckster a kick to the midsection and a scissors kick! Hill then stalks over to the second referee Dennis Morgan, picks him up high in the air in a military press position and throws him right to the ramp! He then helps the first referee to his feet before turning to the injured the Huckster.]

[The Huckster is lying down and Hill grabs his leg and locks him in a single leg crab! The Huckster begins to scream in pain but not tap out, and then he begins to crawl to the ropes. Just when the Huckster thinks he has got to the ropes, Hill drags him back in the ring! The Huckster is desperately trying to get out of the hold and the Huckster turns his way on to his back and kicks his way out of it. The Huckster then rolls away holding his leg in agony. Hill waits for the Huckster to get up and charges at him connecting with a huge clothesline! The Huckster though, still tries to stand and when he gets to his feet, Hill is waiting and pulls him between his legs. He signals for a powerbomb but the Huckster takes him down by taking his legs from behind. He then catapults Hill into the turnbuckle! The Huckster gets to his feet as Hill stumbles backwards the Huckster sees his opportunity and gives Hill "The Big Boot." Hill is laid out in the ring as the Huckster hooks the leg!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..Hill gets his foot on the bottom rope!]

[The Huckster can't believe it and picks up the chair that is still lying in the ring! He swings at the referee, Dennis Morgan, but Hill is at his feet and grabs it from the Huckster and slams it in the face of the Huckster instead!]

MOSHER: Referee! Hill just slammed the chair in the Huckster's face! Disqualify him!

MEXICAN: Why should he? The Huckster was going to hit the ref , essa!

[Dennis Morgan does nothing though and watches Hill pick the Huckster up and gets him up on the ropes, gets the Huckster into position and hits the piledriver from the top rope. Hill hooks both legs and the referee counts!]

[..1..]

[..2..]

[..3..]

[Ding, Ding, Ding!!!]

TUCK: Here is your winner... CLINT HILL!!!

MOSHER: The referee screwed the Huckster out of a win!

[Clint Hill poses on the top turnbuckle before sliding out the ring and celebrating up the ramp accompanied by 'Beautiful Creatures' by Ride that plays as he leaves the arena!]

[In front of the CWF Whiplash interview set, Gav Jones stands alongside Phil ’The Man’ Leach and Jud McMartyn. A roof-raising cheer goes up at the sight of the fans’ hero. Despite still being a little ruddy-faced, Phil Leach is far more sober now than earlier. Mrs McMartyn stands quietly by, watching as Gav questions one of the men who hopes to become CWF Champion.]

GAV: "Phil, we’re just moments away now from one of the biggest matches of your career, certainly the most important match we’ve had here for a fair while. As we stand here now at Ground Zero, what are your thoughts?"

PHIL: "My thoughts? Gav, I don’t have any thoughts right now. My mind is like an empty vase. Maybe it’s because I’m more focused than ever before, but more likely it’s due to the five doubles I had earlier. But despite that, I do know one thing … that I’m going go out there tonight, kick some arse, win some gold, maybe get a few bird’s phone numbers, and become the damnest best champ the CWF has ever seen! All my "Pimponmaniacs" have stood by me loyally since the CWF returned, and Phil ‘The Man’ Leach isn’t one to let his fans down. Tonight, I’m going to make it past those meddling McMartyns, make it past Gomez and Morticia themselves, Dan and Acid, and I’m going to go on and walk out of the Amphitheatre here tonight with the gold. There’s nothing or no-one that’s going to stop The Gentleman Pimp doing them boys well and truly like a kipper! I’ll see you at the bar!"

[A huge cheer goes up as Phil Leach purposefully walks towards the ring, Mrs McMartyn following in his wake. Gave Jones wraps up.]

GAV: "Fantastic! Captain Mosher, Greasy Mexican, it’s over to you!"

[The familiar chimes of the CWF Whiplash theme, Kid Rock’s "Cocky" ring out as the CWF presents a special recap video package showcasing the drama and intrigue leading up to the CWF Championship match.

We see clips from the very first show back, where Acid shocked the world by declaring she owned a quarter of the Caerleon Wrestling Federation. We see the night on Thursday Night Redemption where Dan Jones turned on his long-time ally Andrew McMartyn to join the new Vice President.

Clips from the recent board meeting are shown, where the CWF Owners decided that two matches would be held to determine the competitors that would go at it for the CWF Championship at Whiplash. We watch Andrew McMartyn defeat ‘The Huckster’ and then the controversial ending to the Dan Jones/Phil Leach match that ended in a double pin.

Recaps of last Tuesday night on Turbulence are played, with Jud McMartyn making the Triple Threat bout for the gold and announcing that she herself would be in Phil ‘The Man’ Leach’s corner. The final clip shows a dominant Dan Jones taking out both his opponents at the culmination of Redemption just three days earlier.

The Kid Rock music montage ends as each one of the three title contenders aggressively stakes their claim for the gold … … ]

CWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Phil ‘The Man’ Leach vs Dan Jones vs Andrew McMartyn Referee: Adrian Davies

MOSHER: "This should be truly something to see …"

MEXICAN: "Here we go, essa, here we go!"

[In the ring, Ralph Tuck has taken up position. He raises the microphone to his lips and tries to project his powerful voice over the roaring crowd.]

TUCK: "It is now time for the Triple Threat Match for the Caerleon Wrestling Federation Championship!"

[The arena lights dip into a cool blue as Puddle Of Mudd’s "Control" blasts into the building. A big boo echoes throughout the Amphitheatre as Andrew McMartyn appears on the entrance stage! Flanked by his valet Natasha, dressed in a shimmering sliver dress, and his father, CWF President Clive McMartyn, a determined looking Andrew begins his march towards the ring.]

TUCK: "Introducing first, from Newport Wales weighing in at 220 lbs, accompanied to the ring by Natasha and Mr McMartyn, ANDREW MCMARTYN!!"

[The boos are almost off the page as Andrew steps into the ring and mounts one of the turnbuckles, throwing his arms in the air in an arrogant pose. Natasha applauds from below as McMartyn dismounts the ropes and spits out his chewing gum. The lights go back up and "Control" dies away. Father and son discuss strategy in one of the corners as Linkin Park’s "Pushing Me Away" his in the arena. A loud, yet mixed reaction takes hold as the second competitor strides out of the entrance and down the ramp.]

TUCK: "From Bristol, England, weighing in at 231 lbs, accompanied by Acid, DAN JONES!"

[The two allies walk side by side down to the ring, and both climb in through the ropes. Acid counsels her charge as Dan looks out across the arena with a dead-pan expression on his face. The CWF Vice-President fixes her Co-Owner with an icy glare across the ring as "Pushing Me Away" fades. All is silent for a moment, then "It’s My Life" hits. The crowd explodes!]

TUCK: "And from Llanbadoc Docks Usk, weighing 237 lbs, and accompanied by Jud McMartyn, PHIL ‘THE MAN’ LEACH!!"

[Phil Leach boogies down to the ring in his full Pimp ensemble, Mrs McMartyn following him. The CWF Owner takes her position outside beside one of the ring posts, while Phil steps between the ropes and proceeds to gyrate. "It’s My Life" ends playing and ‘The Man’ removes his hat, jacket and sunglasses, placing them below one of the ring posts. Both Acid and Mr McMartyn step out of the squared circle and the three competitors turn to face each other. The bell rings and a huge roar goes up from the crowd- the match is on!]

MEXICAN: "This is it, Capataino!"

[Already Andrew McMartyn is up to his olds tricks. The CWF Owner leans in Dan Jones’ direction, gesturing frantically as if to try and make some sort of deal. Dan looks over at his former ally with contempt, and shakes his head in an emphatic negative. McMartyn sighs, and tries not to lose his temper. He turns to his other opponent, trying to forge an alliance with Phil Leach just like he tried with Dan. ‘The Man’ tells his opponent rather loudly that he can kiss his ass, which seems to infuriate Andrew. With lightning speed, Andrew leaps towards and gives him a hard slap to the face! McMartyn dodges out of the way before Dan can retaliate and strikes Phil across the face as well! Andrew quickly scrambles out of the ring and to the arena floor, with Phil making after him angrily. The Gentleman Pimp goes to climb out after McMartyn, but Dan Jones rushes him from behind and starts beating away with fists and forearms.]

MOSHER: "Dan Jones impatient to get things underway here…"

[Dan smashes down across Phil’s back with all his might, sending the Pimp stumbling around the ring. The ‘Lone Wolf’ delivers some hard body shots to the ribcage and whips his foe, setting Phil up for a hip toss that The Gentleman Pimp dodges. Phil bounces off the other set of ropes and charges, but Dan evades his attack by leapfrogging over his head. Dan Jones attempts another Hip Throw, but Phil counters, spinning past Dan and slamming him to the mat with a Hip Toss of his own. Dan scrambles up to be met with a series of chops, each one sending him staggering back. Phil Leach drives his opponent back against the turnbuckle and delivers some heavy boots to the stomach. He whips Dan across the ring and charges after him, but Jones gets a boot into the face spinning Phil around. Dan grabs Phil from behind and delivers a Backbreaker, sending the Pimp crashing down over his knee.]

MOSHER: "Ouch! High impact move there!"

[Dan knocks Phil around with vicious shots to the neck and jaw, then grabs the Pimp’s arm and delivers a Short-Arm Clothesline. Phil Leach gets back to his feet, and Dan responds by setting him up for a ¾ Neckbreaker- which Phil breaks out of! The Gentleman Pimp drops his rival with a Jawbreaker. Phil stomps away at the floored Dan, then pulls him up for an Irish Whip. Reversal by Dan, sending Phil sailing towards the ropes. From the outside, Andrew McMartyn grabs onto Phil’s leg! ‘The Man’ is stopped and tries to shake free of Andrew’s grip, but this distraction allows Dan to hit a German Suplex on Leach, folding him up onto the canvas like an accordion. Dan locks on an Armbar and presses down hard, trying to work away at Phil’s right arm. ‘The Man’ yells out, but won’t give up, so Dan releases the hold and kicks away savagely at the limp instead. ‘Lone Wolf’ pulls Phil up to his feet and sets up for a Suplex, but Phil blocks the move with his foot and lifts Dan Jones up into the air instead. "Pimp-Plex" by Phil Leach! He floats over for the cover- 1 … 2 … No, broken by Andrew McMartyn.]

MOSHER: "Andrew McMartyn finally getting involved in proceedings here."

MEXICAN: "Can’t you see, Mosher? He’s just wrestling a smart match, essa!"

[Andrew quickly tries to escape the ring again, but Phil leaps up and grabs him before he can scramble through the ropes. Phil Leach blasts McMartyn with a series of hard right hands, spinning the CWF superstar around and in the direction of Dan, who has just got to his feet. ‘Lone Wolf’ sees Andrew stumbling towards him and responds with a hard shot of his own; Phil and Dan bounce Andrew between them with hard shot after hard shot! Andrew spins around dizzily, and Phil Leach and Dan Jones link arms and hit a Double Clothesline, knocking him over the top rope and out of the ring!]

MOSHER: "Amazing! Phil Leach and Dan Jones working together here!"

[Phil leans over the ropes to yell at the fallen McMartyn, but Dan quickly spins him around and hits a hard uppercut! The crowd boos as the short alliance between the two is quickly severed. As Phil gets up to his knees Dan blasts him in the side of the head with a hard Martial Arts Kick, sending him slumping down to the canvas again. Dan delivers a hard Scoop Slam then drops a leg across Phil’s chest. He makes the cover- 1 … 2 … Kickout. Dan stomps away some more at his foe, then drops an elbow down onto his arm. The ‘Lone Wolf’ follows up his onslaught with an Arm Breaker, then locks on another Armbar-style submission. Phil is worn down by the move, but manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope.]

MOSHER: "Dan Jones really targeting that right arm there…"

MEXICAN: "Well of course, Capataino! If the man is one armed, he cannot wrestle nearly so good … or make the fool of himself in a bar either!"

[Dan Jones roughly pulls Phil to his feet and pulls him over to one of the turnbuckles. Dan sits atop the ropes and pulls up on Phil’s arm, wrenching it further and further up out of the socket. Phil yells out in agony, but draws on the strength of the crowd to yank Dan as hard as he can, throwing him over his head and down to the mat with a thunderous Arm Drag! Dan is caught by surprise and stumbles to his feet, only to be met by a hard Pimp Clothesline from his rival. Phil Leach sends Dan crashing around the squared circle with a series of hard chops, then nails a Falling Powerslam. Phil makes the cover- 1 … 2 … Kickout. Dan catches Phil off guard as he gets up, nailing The Gentleman Pimp in the midsection with a knee strike. Phil stands clutching his stomach, doubled up in two, and Dan runs to the ropes, looking for a Swinging Neckbreaker. Phil notices the attack coming however, and grabs Dan by the hair, running and flinging him over the top rope and to the arena floor! Dan Jones smashes down to the ground with a dull thud. Phil leans over the ropes to survey the damage he has caused, but Andrew McMartyn quickly dives back into the ring and rolls him up with a Schoolboy- 1 … 2 … No! Phil escapes at the last moment, taken by surprise by Andrew’s sudden assault.]

MOSHER: "I think that was a little too close for comfort for Phil ‘The Man’ Leach there!"

[Phil Leach climbs to his feet and offsets a right hand by his opponent with hard punches of his own. Andrew is driven back, but rakes the eyes of Phil to take back control again. McMartyn viciously smashes Phil’s face into his knee, then hits a smooth Russian Leg Sweep and makes the cover- 1 … 2 … Kickout! Phil tackles Andrew to try and take him down, but McMartyn nails a nasty elbow to the back of the head to keep him down. Snap Suplex by Andrew, who then lifts Phil’s leg high into the air and smashes it down onto the canvas. The CWF Owner hits a Shin-Breaker, again knocking Phil to the canvas. Outside the ring, the other owners of the company are starting to display more anxiety. Acid is trying to help Dan to his feet, who is still suffering the after-effects of the face first bump he took to the arena floor. Mrs McMartyn looks concerned as her son thrashes away at Phil, viciously stomping at his leg. Clive McMartyn applauds his son’s savagery loudly, a confident smirk on his face.]

MOSHER: "Things don’t look too good for Phil Leach here … he’s had Dan Jones beating down on his arm and now Andrew McMartyn targeting one of his legs. Will there be any of him left after tonight?

[Phil attempts a come-back, catching his foe with an undetected chop to the midsection. Phil blasts away with several hard chops, but McMartyn kicks out his knee and whips him to the ropes. Andrew bounces off the other side a hits a graceful High Knee attack. Andrew covers- 1 … 2 … Kickout. McMartyn viciously continues to stomp away at Phil’s leg, then sends him to the ropes again. A nasty looking Chin Crusher from the CWF Owner sends his adversary crashing backwards the mat. Andrew covers again, hooking the leg- 1 … 2 … NO! Dan Jones slides in at the last moment and kicks Andrew McMartyn in the head, breaking up the pinfall. Andrew rolls to the corner clutching his head, while Dan allows Phil no respite, dropping an elbow into the small of his back before dragging him up and hurling him roughly through the ropes. Andrew and Dan stand up at the same moment, and both catch the other’s glare with a cold one of their own. Acid and McMartyn look on tensely from the outside as the two long-serving competitors advance on one another and begin to furiously trade blows.]

MEXICAN: "Wow! Look at Andrew McMartyn and Dan Jones go at it here!"

[McMartyn and Jones wildly lash out at one another, each stumbling back a step with every blow they receive, each advancing a foot or two with every shot they land. Dan doubles Andrew up with a knee strike, then whips him across the ring. Andrew regains his balance and flies back with a High Knee, but Dan dodges the move and bounces off the ropes himself. Dan floors hi foe with a stiff Clothesline, then hoists him up and goes to crack Andrew’s arm with a Shoulder Breaker. McMartyn counters though, hitting a sneaky Low Blow that stuns Dan and allows him to hit a swift boot to the midsection. Final Solution! No! Dan Jones escapes by Back Body Dropping Andrew over his head before McMartyn can hook his arms. Andrew bounces back up but is met by a similar boot to the midriff- Darkness Falls! NO! Now it is Dan’s finisher that is countered, McMartyn tackling him backwards and both men tumbling through the ring ropes and out to the floor with a thud.]

MOSHER: "Ow! Dan Jones and Andrew McMartyn just hit the ground with a thud!"

[McMartyn clutches his back and tries to use the crowd barricade to pull himself to his feet. He is leaning backwards against the wall when Dan staggers up and charges him- but Andrew sees his opponent coming and catches the charge- Northern Lights Suplex over the barricade! The crowd gasps as Andrew catapults his opponent over his head and down to the concrete arena floor. Acid’s eyes bulge out of her head as her match representative lies quivering on the floor, blood pouring down his face. Slowly Andrew McMartyn climbs over the wall and starts kicking away at Dan. This beating seems to bring the ‘Lone Wolf’ back to life. The tenacious superstar drags himself up and fires back at Andrew, knocking the CWF owner back in surprise at this counter-attack! The crowd cheers and boos rowdily as the two grapplers battle in their midst, up the steps of one of the grandstands and across a balcony area. Dan has taken control now, despite bleeding profusely from the effects of the dastardly Suplex over the barricade. Andrew stumbles down another flight of steps and back near the ringside area. Dan staggers his foe with a flurry of body shots, knocking him back against the ring barricade. Dan hits a Clothesline, knocking Andrew back into the ringside area before climbing over himself.]

MOSHER: "Andrew barely able to stand … Dan Jones’ face a crimson mask … this place is turning into a warzone…"

MEXICAN: "Yeah, but look who is back in the ring, essa!"

[Both Andrew McMartyn and Dan Jones slowly climb back into the ring, but both are met with a furious onslaught from a somewhat refreshed Phil Leach! The Gentleman Pimp blasts both contenders with shops, headbutts, punches, his limbs flailing like windmills. Dan swings wildly out at Phil, who ducks and plants him with a Full Nelson Slam. Dan rolls to the outside as Andrew makes his attack, only to be thwarted by a Manhattan Drop. Phil whips his opponent to the ropes, but Andrew gets in the reversal … and hits a Spinebuster! In a mocking parody of the ‘People’s Elbow’, Andrew sets up for his own ‘Corporate Elbow’, tearing off an elbow pad and flinging it out of the ring. ]

MEXICAN: "Corporate Elbow, coming up!

[McMartyn goes to one side of the ring, then the other, and drops the elbow deep into Phil’s chest. He makes the cover on The Gentleman Pimp- 1 … 2 … KICKOUT! Mrs McMartyn breathes a sigh of relief as her ex-husband curses loudly on the other side of the ring. Himself spewing expletives, Andrew McMartyn pulls Phil Leach to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckle as hard as he can, looking for his patented Rebound DDT. NO! Phil ‘The Man’ Leach explodes out of the corner, flooring Andrew with a hard and fast Jumping Clothesline. McMartyn staggers to his feet, only to be scooped up straight away by Phil. Oklahoma Slam! The Gentleman Pimp bounces his victim off one of the turnbuckles before slamming him to the mat. Dan Jones clambers up onto the ring apron, but Phil easily disposes of him with a big "Swede". Phil Leach looks all around him at the crowd, and gestures to Andrew McMartyn lying prone on the mat. A huge cheer goes up as Phil ascends the top rope … Flying Iron Swede!! ‘The Man’ buries his head deep into McMartyn’s abdomen. Slowly, Phil drags himself over to the quivering heap that is Andrew. He covers- 1 … 2 …. No! NO! Dan Jones slides into the ring and waistlocks Phil, pulling him off Andrew and delivering a German Suplex! The ‘Lone Wolf’ drills his opponent into the canvas but holds on- SLAM! A second German Suplex! Again, Dan does not let go, clinging onto Phil’s waist tenaciously. Three! Four! Five! A sixth German Suplex- Dan is STILL hanging on!]

MOSHER: "Six German Suplexes delivered to Phil Leach! This is amazing!"

[SEVEN! Dan drills Phil into the mat one last time. Dan Jones just delivered seven successive Suplexes to his foe. Both he and Phil Leach lie motionless on the mat, Dan not even able to summon the strength to cover him. In the corner, Andrew McMartyn slowly begins to stir and climbs to his feet. His father bawling out instructions, Andrew stumbles over to Dan Jones and pulls him up, thrusting him into position for The Final Solution! Andrew hooks the arms when suddenly the sound of glass smashing is head! A huge roar goes up from the crowd as "Shaft" booms into the arena- Stone Cold Andy Morgan is coming to the ring!]

MEXICAN: "No! This can’t be!"

MOSHER: "This damn sure CAN be!"

[Andy Morgan stampedes down to the ring as the CWF owners look on in shock, especially Mr McMartyn! Morgan rolls into the ring as Andrew charges this new threat- Andy meets McMartyn Junior with a Stunner! A massive cheer goes up as Andrew flies backwards to the mat. Dan Jones is up now- and he too receives a Stunner from Andy! Another huge pop greets this assault as Acid and Mr McMartyn go wild on the outside. Phil Leach staggers to his feet and meets Andy Morgan’s gaze … and Andy gives Phil a Stunner also!]

MOSHER: "Oh my god! Stone Cold Andy Morgan just laid out every member of this match! What the hell is going to happen now?!"

[Outside the ring, Mr McMartyn is frantically waving down several burly men in CWF T-Shirts. Almost the entire security team rush down to the ring and grab the intruder, pulling him out under the ropes and back up the entrance aisle. An immense ovation signals Andy Morgan’s departure, whilst the superstar himself shouts colourful and mocking abuse at the CWF Chairman. Back in the ring, all three men are laid out and unmoving, while their supporters all shout encouragement from ringside. Acid screams for Dan to get up but her associate is completely unmoving. As McMartyn bangs the ring apron in frustration, his son slowly begins to stir. Andrew McMartyn rolls to one side and drapes a limp arm over Dan Jones’ unmoving form- 1 … 2 … NO! Dan JUST gets his shoulder off the mat. Andrew kneels on the mat cradling his head in his hands, desperate that he did not get the pin. From behind, Phil struggles to his feet and boots McMartyn in the back of the head, knocking him to the outside. In front of him, Dan Jones clambers to his feet … PIMP DROP! Phil hits his finishing manoeuvre on Dan and quickly makes the cover- 1 … 2 … NO! NO! NO! From the outside, Andrew McMartyn reaches in and pulls Phil out at the very last second.]

MEXICAN: "Aye Carumba! That was as close to a three as I’ve ever seen!"

[Andrew grabs Phil by the hair and pulls him towards the announce table. McMartyn goes to smash his foe’s head into the wood, but The Gentleman Pimp blocks and drives his head into it instead! A huge cheer goes up as Phil pulls off the covering of the table and tears out the monitors. He rolls his victim up onto the table!]

MEXICAN: "I’m getting out of here!! Adios!"

MOSHER: "No Phil, don’t do it! It’s not worth it!"

[‘The Man’ has Andrew McMartyn between his thighs, and is ready to deliver a Piledriver through the announce table! NO! Ever sneaky and resourceful, McMartyn lands a Low Blow on Phil. FINAL SOLUTION THROUGH THE TABLE! Wood splinters in all directions as Andrew drives Phil Leach face first through the announce table. A massive gasp goes up as McMartyn rolls out of the wreckage leaving his victim lying unconscious amongst the debris. Mrs McMartyn’s mouth is wide open with shock, but Clive McMartyn is applauding his son uproariously.]

MOSHER: "Good God almighty! Phil Leach has just been driven through our table and is lying here at my feet a bloody, quivering mess! Someone help this man!"

[Andrew McMartyn staggers back into the ring and spies Dan lying motionless on the mat, stilling feeling the effects of the Pimp Drop. A huge smile on his face, McMartyn climbs to the top rope and flips off backwards- Moonsault! NO! Dan Jones gets his knees in the air and buries them into Andrew’s exposed stomach. McMartyn rolls around on the mat, clutching his midsection and howling in pain. Dan wastes no time in clamping on his Crippler Crossface! A huge pop goes up for Dan Jones’ devastating hold, which causes Andrew to squirm helplessly in its grip. With all his might, Andrew drags himself towards the edge of the ring and grabs a rope! A huge boo goes up as referee Adrian Davies orders Dan to relinquish the hold. An argument ensues between the ‘Lone Wolf’ and the official, and despite Acid’s warning Dan does not realise when Andrew scrabbles across the mat towards him- Anklelock! Now it is Andrew’s turn to clamp on his submission trademark, yanking his victim back into the very centre of the ring. Dan screams in pain as Andrew tears at his ankle, but somehow manages to spin onto his back and deliver a big kick to McMartyn’s face, knocking him to the mat and breaking the hold!]

MOSHER: "Both men have successfully countered the other’s submission holds… looks like both of them will have to pull a new trick out of the bag!"

MEXICAN: "And Phil Leach is still lying here at our feet Mosher! This is carnage!"

[Both Andrew McMartyn and Dan Jones stumble up and spin around to face each other, but Andrew is a little faster- he boots Jones in the midsection and sets up for The Final Solution! NO! Dan sweeps his opponent’s legs out from under him and slingshots him over his head! Andrew smashes face first into the turnbuckle and spins around- right into the DARKNESS FALLS! Dan Jones drills Andrew’s head into the mat and makes the pin- 1 … 2 … NO! NO! NO! NO! Out of nowhere, a bloody Phil Leach dives into the ring and on top of Dan, breaking up the pin! The crowd gasps and cheers at the last minute- they can’t believe it! Outside the ring, Acid is wild with rage! Phil and Dan start to go at it furiously, exchanging vicious blows in the centre of the ring. Holding his head from the effects of the Darkness Falls, Andrew McMartyn rolls out of the ring and stumbles over to the timekeeper’s table. He drags Mr Tuck out of his seat and grabs the steel chair the ring announcer was sitting on. Chair in hand, McMartyn rolls back into the squared circle where Dan and Phil are still going toe-to-toe. With a yell, Andrew swings the weapon at Phil Leach, but The Gentleman Pimp turns and ducks at the last moment, and Dan takes the chair shot to the face!]

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

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

MOSHER: "Did you see that?!"

MEXICAN: "Acid just threw herself into Mr McMartyn!"

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

MOSHER: "Look out Phil! He has a steel chair!"

MEXICAN: "Wait a minute! What the?"

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

MOSHER: "YES! YES! YES!"

MEXICAN: "NO NO NO NO NO!"

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

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

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

MEXICAN: "Look at Acid and the McMartyns, essa … they cannot believe it!!"

[Dan stumbles up the entrance ramp holding his head and snarling back towards the ring. An open-mouthed and aghast Acid follows in his wake. The McMartyn men look on in shock as Phil Leach parades around the ring with the title belt. The Gentleman Pimp holds open the ropes for Jud McMartyn to climb in, and the CWF Owner raises Phil’s arm in triumph as the crowd brings the roof of with applause.]

MOSHER: "What a match, what an occasion, what a Pay-Per-View! For the Greasy Mexican this is Captain Mosher saying thank-you, and good night!"

[The CWF Champion Phil Leach and Mrs McMartyn stand jubilantly in the ring as CWF Whiplash fades out…]