CWF Genocide - October 22nd 2006
We open things with a shot of the stage area, pyro going off before a shot of the sold out crowd pans across the screaming people holding up signs for their favorite and least favorite superstars and a shot of the announce table then comes into view.
PHIL: Hello and welcome to Genocide everyone, I'm Phil Sullivan joined as always by Derrick "The Man" Grimes and we have an incredible card lined up for you tonight.
GRIMES: Indeed, all championships on the line from a 60 minute Iron Man match for the International title to what's dubbed "The Final Showdown" between X-Factor and the World Heavyweight champion Priest plus my favorite, Women's title Gauntlet match.
PHIL: As you saw on last week's Aggression, former co-owner and CWF Television champion Violent A will return where he belongs in Chaotic Wrestling Federation for the first time in almost 3 and a half years, this should be a good one, lets go to Lucinda Welch in the ring for the first contest.
CWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
THE HIT SQUAD(C) VS GENERATION XTREME VS ICONS OF EXTREME
LUCINDA: The following contest is for the CWF Tag Team championship and the rules are as follows. Each team member pinned, made to submit or disqualified gains a point on the scoreboard, that point means that they are not allowed to eliminate a member of any other team but can continue to compete in the match. If both members of the team have a point on the scoreboard that team is eliminated and must go to the back. The competitor with no point on the scoreboard under their name is declared the winner and his team will be awarded the Tag Team championship. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 510 pounds, the ICONS......OF..........EXTREME!!!
"Postmortem" by Slayer begins to play and red and white lights flash on and off at a rapid pace, the "Hardcore Icon" Jake Fury walking out onto the stage along with his tag team partner, the current International champion Fuel who has the championship wrapped around his waist, both men raising their arms into the air in front of the fans before walking down the ramp focused on the ring. Fuel climbs onto the apron and pulls himself upright using the ropes as Jake rolls under the bottom rope, walking to a turnbuckle and sitting in the corner wiping his nose on the back of his hand as the International champion climbs the far turnbuckle, standing on the second one as he points to the International championship and raises his fists in the air again.
LUCINDA: Next, at a combined weight of 413 pounds.......GENERATION.......XTREME!!!
Slipknot's "I Am Hated" plays throughout the arena as the lights flash green and white repeatedly, the GX logo appearing as a quick flash on the ChaosTron as "The Freak" John Thomas and X-Factor make their way to the stage, raising their arms in the air in an X formation before walking down the ramp together, Thomas sliding under the bottom rope as X-Factor climbs the steel steps, both men entering the ring and standing in the middle of the ring together as they suddenly raise their arms in the X formation again with pyro exploding behind them in a green X logo.
LUCINDA: And finally, at a combined weight of 545 pounds, they are the current reigning and defending Tag Team champions......THE HIT SQUAD!!!
A remixed version of both "Pulse" by Mad Capsule Markets and "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana plays as The Punk and Roman Steeler emerge with the CWF Tag Team championships around their waists, raising them in the air as the fans boo these two cocky young men, a small section of the crowd holding up Punk signs and cheering him on as the champs make their way down the ramp. They both climb the apron at the same time and step through the ropes, walking to opposite corners and climbing the turnbuckles, unstrapping the titles from around their waists and raising them high above their heads before climbing down, handing them to the referee who gives them to the timekeeper.
The bell rings and Thomas and Punk start off the match with right hands as the others brawl against the ropes and turnbuckles, Jake Fury with stiff shots to the torso of Roman Steeler as X-Factor holds Fuel in a side headlock, Fuel tossing him towards the ropes and ducking the clothesline, jumping onto the second rope and springboarding back with an elbow which misses, X-Factor dropping an elbow of his own on the sternum of the International champion.
PHIL: Now fans, this match involves all teams battling it out in a point system, if someone is disqualified, pinned or made to submit they gain a point and are not allowed to eliminate anyone else from the match although they can remain in the ring until their team has two points. This is contested in Texas Tornado rules so all tag partners are in the ring at the same time.
GRIMES: I'd call it a clusterfu.....
PHIL: I'd prefer you call the match Derrick and not get us into any trouble with the censors.
GRIMES: So tell me what the hell is going on cause I just can't follow this, there's too much action.
PHIL: Well X-Factor just connected with that devastating implant DDT to Fuel, we got our first cover, one.....two......kickout at two, Fuel remains in this one. 99 Crusher attempt, Fuel slides out of it, over the shoulder and dropped into a sitdown reverse DDT, hooked the leg, just two again.
GRIMES: Holy shit, shining wizard by The Freak to The Punk, John Thomas just killed him.
We cut to a replay showing the shining wizard in the turnbuckle, John's knee smashing into the temple of The Punk as he slides down to the canvas, Jake Fury taken down hard with a vertical suplex by Roman Steeler. Fuel clobbers X-Factor with a shoulder block, turning around to swing at Thomas but gets a dropkick into the turnbuckle from Roman.
PHIL: X-Factor and John Thomas getting to their feet now, double boots to the gut of Punk, nice double DDT planting him into the mat.
GRIMES: Wait, Jake Fury's up, beautiful northern lights driver to Steeler. That was a thing of beauty considering most people think Jake's only capable of using weapons.
PHIL: All six men in this match are very talented and two of them have title matches later in the evening too.
X-Factor hits the Xer on Fuel and sets him up on the turnbuckle as Thomas climbs it, setting him up for The Assassination, Roman Steeler shoving X-Factor into the ropes causnig Fuel to fall down and Thomas to be crotched on the top turnbuckle, Steeler following up with Sweet Steeler Music which makes "The Freak" drop off the turnbuckle. Roman makes the cover.
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2....
3!!
LUCINDA: "The Freak" John Thomas has been pinned, eliminating him from being able to make an elimination during this match.
| Name | Points |
| Jake Fury | 0 |
| Fuel | 0 |
| John Thomas | 1 |
| X-Factor | 0 |
| The Punk | 0 |
| Roman Steeler | 0 |
PHIL: Well, you heard it folks, John Thomas remains in the match but cannot make a pinfall or submission to eliminate an opponent, if X-Factor gets pinned GX will be told to make their way backstage as the match continues.
Roman gets to his feet, smiling at John laid out on the mat as X-Factor spins him on his feet, connecting with right hands as The Punk and Fuel do battle on the other side of the ring, Jake joining his partner in putting the beating on Punk. X-Factor makes the pinfall attempt on Roman but it's broken up by a double vertical suplex by the Icons of Extreme across his back. Punk and X-Factor both hold their backs ni pain after colliding together, Thomas slowly getting to his feet as Jake raises Steeler to his feet, connecting with uppercuts and locking in a cobra clutch as John ducks the running clothesline attempt by the current International champ, Fuel getting kicked in the back of the head and set up on the turnbuckle, John Thomas climbing up and this time connecting with The Assassination, driving Fuel face first into the canvas as the fans scream.
"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"
GRIMES: Wow they hit the nail on the head, what a devastating move, he could've killed him.
PHIL: He's trying to pin him but the referee telling John he's unable to make the elimination. Thomas now dragging his partner over, X-Factor with the cover. One.....two.....three.
LUCINDA: Fuel has now been eliminated and is unable to pin or make an opponent tap out.
| Name | Points |
| Jake Fury | 0 |
| Fuel | 1 |
| John Thomas | 1 |
| X-Factor | 0 |
| The Punk | 0 |
| Roman Steeler | 0 |
Fuel lies motionless as Jake realises his partner has been rendered unable to eliminate an opponent, rushing at Thomas and connecting with running knee lift, taking him down hard then trading blows with X-Factor, Punk and Roman pulling them apart and hitting DDTs and raising their hands as the crowd boos them.
GRIMES: Hit Squad looking cocky, both men are still in this match.
PHIL: They sure are cocky but it seems the fans don't like them that much.
GRIMES: They're the Tag champs and a pretty good team, maybe these people are jealous?
PHIL: Oh I wouldn't say that......OH MY GOD, WHAT A SHOT!!
The replay shows both John Thomas and Fuel in a rare team effort smashing chairs across the temples of Roman Steeler, dropping him to the mat like a lead balloon.
GRIMES: That's cheating, instant disqualification.
PHIL: They were already eliminated so can't get the disqualification Derrick and they took exception to the Hit Squad boasting it seems.
Jake Fury rolls over and places an arm on Roman's chest, hooking the leg as the referee drops to the canvas and slaps the mat once.......twice.........a third time to eliminate him.
LUCINDA: Roman Steeler has been eliminated and is now unable to make a pinfall or submission.
| Name | Points |
| Jake Fury | 0 |
| Fuel | 0 |
| John Thomas | 1 |
| X-Factor | 0 |
| The Punk | 0 |
| Roman Steeler | 1 |
PHIL: This means that now one member from each team has a point after being pinned, only X-Factor, Jake Fury and The Punk can get the win for their respective teams at this point.
GRIMES: Punk and X-Factor brawling now, John Thomas with a vicious elbow to the side of the head, GX are looking to dominate Punk and eliminate him and make sure the Hit Squad have no chance of retaining.
PHIL: The Icons of Extreme have joined in the beatdown, Punk's really in trouble, it's four on one.
The Punk takes a severe beating, all four men stomping a mudhole and walking it dry as Roman Steeler slowly crawls towards the ropes looking out of it, pulling himself to one knee. The Icons of Extreme and GX suddenly start arguing over who will destroy The Punk first and begin shoving each other, Fuel and X-Factor laying into each other as John Thomas and Jake Fury brawl, Punk able to catch a breath in the corner. Fury and Thomas switch dominance in a turnbuckle, first Thomas showing brute force and aggression with his right hands before Fuel blocks and switches around, trapping Thomas in the corner as he rains blows on his opponent. The Freak gets his arms up to block the blows and manages to force Fuel down with a hard STO, watching as Fury and X-Factor fight outside the ring and vaulting over the top rope, landing on his opponent and tag partner with a body press.
GRIMES: Wow, we haven't seen The Freak fly for a few weeks now, he sacrificed himself to take down the Hardcore Icon.
PHIL: Fuel's on the turnbuckle now, my god he just flew, GX and Fury knocked down by the International champion.
All four men slowly get to their feet and enter the ring as the Hit Squad rush them, stomping them as they get in the ring and dropping axe handles across the back, Steeler dragging Fuel and throwing him out of the ring as Punk does the same to John Thomas before both men hit the double dropkick to the sides of X-Factor's head. Fury gets to his feet and slaps Punk, Steeler quickly helping his partner and both men attacking Jake, Punk grabbing Fury by the arms as Roman attempts the Sweet Steeler Music.
GRIMES: NO!
PHIL: Steeler hit his partner, he just knocked Punk clean out cold!
GRIMES: Jake with the Evenflow DDT to Roman, he's looking at the two other men left in this match.
Jake shrugs and goes for the cover on X-Factor, the referee slapping his hand on the mat once.......twice.......
"THREE!"
LUCINDA: X-Factor has been pinned meaning Generation Xtreme are now eliminated from the match!
| Name | Points |
| Jake Fury | 0 |
| Fuel | 0 |
| John Thomas | 1 |
| X-Factor | 1 |
| The Punk | 0 |
| Roman Steeler | 0 |
"The Freak" John Thomas is seen at the bottom of the screen dragging X-Factor out of the ring and helping him up the ramp towards the back while Jake gets shoved by Roman Steeler, Fuel entering the ring and hitting the german suplex on Steeler as Jake and The Punk fight on the other side of the ring, a well executed Explosion by Fuel takes Steeler down hard and leaves him laying in the ring, Jake calling his partner over and the double irish whip, Punk off the ropes and into a double hiptoss into a double backbreaker.
PHIL: That was a beautiful double team move by the Icons of Extreme, Fuel picking Punk to his feet now, doubling him over with a kick to the gut, knee lift by Fury takes Punk down to the canvas.
GRIMES: This isn't a match now, it's a mugging.
PHIL: Looks like Fury's instructed Fuel to take care of Steeler and keep him away, Fuel tossing him to the outside now, Evenflow DDT to Punk!
GRIMES: No wait, Punk with a quick rollup.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
*DING DING DING*
LUCINDA: Here are your winners....and STILL CWF Tag Team champions.....THE HIT SQUAD!!!
GRIMES: Well they did it, I must say Jake showed he hasn't lost any of his abilities and didn't once go for a weapon as he's known to do, he outwrestled some of these younger athletes.
PHIL: The Hit Squad victorious in the tag bout but will Fuel leave the night with his International title? We'll find out with the Iron Man match later tonight and I can't wait to see it.
A shot of the hallway shows Priest arriving at the arena with the CWF World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder, stepping off his motorcycle and switching off the engine as he starts to make his way through the parking lot. He suddenly stops and the fans cheer as Christian Connolly stands before him smiling.
C2: Hey Priest, nice title you got there. You know, I'll be getting my hands on a championship tonight and I'm hoping at the end of the night, you still have that because in the near future I'll be coming back for that. Have a nice day Priest, don't get too worried.
Priest stares after the Suntan Superman as he walks away with a cocky grin on his face while we cut back to Lucinda Welch in the ring.
HIRVON VS VASH THE STAMPEDE
LUCINDA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from the Nevada desert, weighing in at 201 pounds...........VASH THE STAMPEDE!!!
The second the Trigun theme hits, Vash runs straight to the ring and Pulls out a Gun (loaded with blanks) and fires it into the air.
LUCINDA: And his opponent, from The Unknown, weighing in at 435 pounds...........HIRVON!!!
"We Fall" by Dead Celebrity Status hits and pyros go off, Hirvon walks down to the ring and climbs over the top rope, he stands in the middle of the ring and does a Raven-like stance.
Vash goes after Hirvon from behind with a couple blows to the back. It takes 3 of them to get the big man to fall into the ropes. Vash whips Hirvon...no, a reversal. Hirvon sends Vash into the ropes. Vash ducks the big boot by Hirvon. He comes off the other side and ducks the clothesline attempt by Hirvon. Third time off the ropes Vash takes a boot to the midsection. Hirvon connects with a Pumphandle Slam!
PHIL: What impact as Hirvon nails VTS with a Pumphandle Slam!
GRIMES: Third time was the charmer, Phil. Beautifully executed too.
Hirvon gets Vash back to his feet. Vash tries to catch Hirvon off guard with some hard rights, but Hirvon pushes him back, forcing Vash to stumble back into the corner. Vash charges at Hirvon, attempting a clothesline, but Hirvon, using his immense strength, counters with a Lou Thez Press!
PHIL: Hirvon definitely on top of his game here.
GRIMES: Hirvon is always prepared for his matches, Phil.
Hirvon reaches to pull Vash back to his feet, but Vash slides to the outside to collect his thoughts. Hirvon goes to the outside as well. Vash rolls back into the ring. As Hirvon goes to re-enter the ring, he gets a knee between the shoulder blades...and a second...and a third.
PHIL: And the tides turn as Vash gets in several knee drops to Hirvon's back.
Hirvon is helped to his feet. Vash hits a DDT on Hirvon. And the cover-1...2-Hirvon is too close to the ropes.
PHIL: Vash trying to get the early pinfall in this one, but Hirvon got a size 15 on the bottom rope.
Vash is a bit aggitated as he gets Hirvon back to his feet. He backs him into the corner. He throws in a couple knife edge chops to the big man. The second one has no effect and Hirvon connects with a head but on Vash, and follows it up with a back breaker!
GRIMES: That's what happens when you get too cocky, Phil.
PHIL: I would have to agree with you on that one, partner.
Hirvon gets Vash back to his feet. He sends Vash into the ropes...
PHIL: MY GAWD WHAT A SPEAR BY HIRVON!
GRIMES: Vash is gonna taste his Liver the next time he swallows!
PHIL: And Hirvon with the cover here-1...2...! OH!
GRIMES: That was close!
PHIL: I don't think it gets any closer.
Hirvon complains to the referee about his "slow count". He then gets Vash back to his feet. Vash throws in a couple jabs to Hirvon, trying to mount a come back, but Hirvon with a standing clothesline takes Vash back off his feet. He kicks away at Vash. He then drops a knee...but Vash rolls out of the way.
PHIL: No one home on that knee drop. Vash is trying to turn things around as he goes for an ankle lock on Hirvon.
GRIMES: What is this fool doing? Hirvon is well over 400 pounds. He's got calves big as my midsection...
Hirvon, with his massive leg strength, shifts his legs forward, causing Vash to spring through the air. He connects with the referee...
PHIL: THE REF IS DOWN! THIS COULD CHANGE THINGS HERE!
Vash is back to his feet. Hirvon gets to his. Both men go after one another...
PHIL: A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN ARE ON THE MAT!
The fans are on their feet as The Punk and Roman Steeler run down to the ring.
PHIL: And here come Vash's Hit Squad teammates, The Punk and Roman Steeler.
GRIMES: This could definitely change things, Phil!
The Punk and Roman Steeler go after Hirvon, roughing him up with some kicks, punches, and a leg drop before Carnage comes running down to the ring.
GRIMES: Time to even up the sides a bit here.
Carnage goes after both The Punk and Steeler. He holds his ground for a few, until the two start coming back. They gain the advantage, until Steeler walks right into a Black Hole Slam from Hirvon!
PHIL: HIRVON MADE IT BACK TO HIS FEET AND DELIVERS A MASSIVE SLAM TO ROMAN STEELER!
Hirvon helps Carnage out by clotheslining The Punk to the outside. He then kicks Steeler to the outside. Carnage drops and slides out of the ring, finishing what he started on The Punk and Steeler.
PHIL: It looks like order has been restored here as both the ref and Vash are starting to make it back to their feet.
GRIMES: And Carnage is getting rid of the party crashers-The Punk and Roman Steeler. He's taking out the trash.
Derrick chuckles out loud over his headset as Hirvon leads Vash over to the corner and gets him in a fall away slam on the top rope...
GRIMES: HERE IT COMES, PHIL...HIRVON'S HELL!
Hirvon hits the moonsault!
PHIL: MY GAWD, WHAT AN IMPACT!
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3!!!
LUCINDA: Here is your winner.......HIRVON!!!
Hirvon has his arm raised in the air.
PHIL: A well deserved victory for Hirvon and his protege Carnage is yet to compete later tonight for the Cruiserweight championship, could we see both men walking out of Genocide with wins?
GRIMES: That'd be quite something for Team Hirvon if that were to happen Phil.
We're shown a short video clip which has the end of Eliminator Elite 2005 finals match, the clip playing near the end of the contest.
Faith frustrated, kicking Steele in the back as he tries to get to his feet, lifting him to his feet and attempting a vertical suplex, Steele blocking the first attempt, blocking the second then reversing with the Silver Sliver, dropping Faith on her head. He goes for a cover.
1...
2...
3!!
VINCE CALLAHAN: Faith has been eliminated!!
X-Factor gets into the ring rested and immediately spears Steele, taking him down and repeatedly punching him in the face and head before getting back up, wrapping a hand around the throat and slamming Steel down with a chokeslam. He grabs the legs and locks in a Figure Four, Steele in pain and trying to reach for the ropes to break the hold. X Factor keeps the hold in and causes Steele more agony, his shoulders touching the mat.
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2...
Steele pops a shoulder up and pushes himself onto his hands, still yelling out and trying to break free. His shoulders fall once again.
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2...
This time he pops both shoulders off the canvas, stopping himself from being eliminated. The fans will him on and he begins to slowly shift his weight over, rolling onto his hands and changing momentum onto X Factor, who now bears the full brunt of the move. He untangles his legs and both men climb to their feet, Steele more slowly and holding his leg. X-Factor grabs Steele's shoulders, the Cruiserweight champ shoving him away then hitting an uppercut, knocking X-Factor back and attempting another Silver Sliver. X-Factor blocks the move, twisting out of it and grabbing Steele's head, dropping him with the Xer.
1...
2...
3!!
*DING, DING, DING*
VINCE CALLAHAN: Here is your winner, and Eliminator Elite 2005…….X FACTOR!!!
PHIL: HE DID IT!!
GRIMES: Wow, awesome match and well deserved victory.
PHIL: X-Factor is the winner of Eliminator Elite 2005 and also gets an instant shot at the World Heavyweight championship next month at “Mind Games”.
X-Factor cheers and celebrates in the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air and then being handed a large gold trophy, which he holds up with both hands.
We cut to the backstage area with Faith in the locker room performing Hindu squats in preparation for the gauntlet match, dressed in a sexy black number. She breathes in and exhales loudly, the sound of a door closing breaks her concentration and she stops, looking towards the source of the noise and frowning.
FAITH: What the hell do you want?
Syd Ashley appears on the screen standing next to Faith, smiling at her as she looks her up and down.
SYD: Nice outfit.
FAITH: Get lost or I'll kick your ass right here and make sure you have to watch me win from a hospital bed.
SYD: Such anger Faith, what's wrong? I'm here to wish you luck before your match and get a good look at the current champ before she loses her belt.
Faith stares at Syd looking like she's ready to punch her but instead receives a slow lingering kiss on the lips, surprising Faith as Syd breaks away and smiles.
SYD: See you out there tiger.
She walks out of the room as Faith stares towards the door looking confused as we cut back to a shot of the ring.
CWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ELIMINATION TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
MICHAEL MACHETE(C) VS KEN SANDWAVE VS CARNAGE
LUCINDA: The following contest is a triple threat match for the CWF Cruiserweight championship, three wrestlers will compete until one is eliminated via pinfall or submission and then we will see the final two battle it out to crown the CWF Cruiserweight champion. Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 183 pounds, he is the "All New Ace"......KEN........SANDWAVE!!!
The opponent's music blares over the stereo system obnoxiously loudly, and Ken Sandwave comes out, slapping fans hands as he runs by, and making fun of his opponent's taunts and entrance to insane fan reaction. He then front-flips over the top rope into the ring, and points to the opponent's entrance ramp and makes fun of them.
LUCINDA: Next, from parts unknown, weighing in at 225 pounds, being accompanied by Hirvon.........CARNAGE!!!
Hybrid Stigmata by Dimmu Borgir starts to play and the lights go out, smoke fills the stage, as soon as the introduction of over and the song starts, Green lights start flashing all over the arena, Carnage crawls through the smoke on his hands and toes(like the boogeyman), as soon as he is out of the smoke he slowly stands up, he looks around quickly and walks down the ramp in a slightly hunched position, when he reaches the end of the ramp he breaks into a run and runs around the ring like a madman! He slides in and out of the ring, he does this a few times before sliding into the corner of the ring, he stays crouched down in the corner waiting for his opponent.
LUCINDA: And finally, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending CWF Cruiserweight champion.........MICHAEL.........MACHETE!!!
"Come On" by Waterproof Blonde hits and Michael Machete makes his way to the ring. He wears a black jacket with a hoodie over his head, walking down the ramp with his game face on. He jumps on the apron, gets into the ring and takes off his hoodie, revealing his black do-rag. He gets on one of the second turnbuckles, stares at the crowd for a moment and poses like Randy Orton. Machete gets off the turnbuckle and does the same on the opposite side of the ring. He gets off turnbuckle, takes off his jacket, ID tags and do-rag and waits for the match to begin.
The bell rings and Carnage immediately gets freaked out by the sudden noise, running around the ring in circles as Sandwave and Machete stare at him, finally deciding to lock up as Carnage slides under the ropes and rushes up the ramp to the back, leaving his opponents to wrestle in the ring. Ken gets Machete in a headlock, Machete slips out with a headlock of his own taking Sandwave down then locking in a headscissor on the floor, Ken getting out of it and putting the move on the Cruiserweight champion. Machete squirms out of it and both wrestlers nip up, the fans eating it up and clapping as they lock horns, Machete with the Irish whip as Sandwave ducks the leapfrog, the hiptoss not connecting as Ken lands on his feet, attempt at the hiptoss and Machete lands on his feet, both men with a dropkick attempt cancelling each other out, arm drag to the All New Ace but quickly gets to his feet with an arm drag of his own, both getting to their feet and raising their fists as the fans cheer loudly.
PHIL: My god this is incredible, cruiserweight action at its finest.
GRIMES: Yeah we don't have women with no talent holding the belt, our females are the finest in the world in more ways than one with their own championship to fight over, this is just two very talented men with a thirst for glory battling for one of the most sought after titles in CWF. Hell what am I saying, all championships in CWF are the most sought after in the world.
PHIL: I agree with you there Derrick, I'm wondering where Carnage got to after he ran away when the opening bell rang.
GRIMES: You spoke too soon Phil as usual.
We get a shot of Hirvon carrying a wriggling Carnage on one shoulder, throwing him into the ring as he runs around again, managing to take down both Machete and Sandwave with a spinning wheel kick that connects with both men at the same time, grabbing at his mask as he looks at Hirvon, who yells and encourages his charge to continue the assault.
PHIL: Carnage with a dropkick from the basement there, Ken's head just snapped back there.
GRIMES: He's heading to the top there Phil, the man's a psycho on the mat, who knows what he can do from the turnbuckle.
PHIL: For the love of, Machete quick leap to the turnbuckle, what a throw.
GRIMES: That was beautiful, the man is the champion for a reason Phil and that belly to belly from the turnbuckle proved it.
PHIL: Quick as a cat and a lot of power going into that, Carnage just crash landed hard. Cover now, one....two.......Sandwave broke up the count.
Machete gets to his feet from the cover with Sandwave grabbing his head and pulling him to his feet, shoving him towards the ropes and trapping him in the Spider's Web, Machete struggles to release himself as Carnage hits a right hand, knocking Sandwave back as another connects, whipping him towards the ropes then rushing against the opposite ropes, the fans laughing as the two men rush past each other constantly before Sandwave stops himself, watching as Carnage continues to run the ropes before stopping him with a hard back elbow to the head. Sandwave follows that up with a jab combination before dropping Carnage with a float over DDT, driving Carnage skull first into the mat.
GRIMES: We got our first cover of the crazed masked man here, just a two on that exchange.
PHIL: Here comes Machete, nice running senton across the back, kicks to the gut now, inverted atomic drop just rattled Sandwave.
GRIMES: Carnage outta nowhere with that move, Sandwave and Machete collided headfirst with each other.
Carnage rolls around the ring before catching Machete across the back of the head with a legdrop, raising Sandwave to his feet but being shoved backwards, Ken with a superkick taking Carnage down hard before Ken quickly covers him.
PHIL: Here we go, one.....two.....three, Carnage has gone.
LUCINDA: Carnage has been eliminated!
GRIMES: Great showing by Carnage there but Ken Sandwave managed to pull off the first elimination, it's down to the "All New Ace" and the Cruiserweight champion now Phil.
Sandwave raises Machete and puts him in the corner, rushing towards the champ with a clothesline but Machete dodges, connecting with a dragon suplex but releasing it shortly after driving the challenger's head into the mat, cinching in a Muta Lock and trying to make Ken tap out quickly but Sandwave shouting, battling to get out of it as the champ brings Sandwave to his knees, a hard enzuigiri smacking the skull of the All New Ace. Machete climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, the diving headbutt attempt missed as Sandwave rolls out of the way, the champion rolling around holding his head with both hands as Sandwave rises to his feet, holding the top rope and leaning against it, watching Michael Machete as he slowly rises still clutching the head.
PHIL: Ken Sandwave with the side kick, Machete ducks it, he's got the challenger on his shoulders.
GRIMES: TKO took Ken down hard Phil, why isn't he going for a cover?
PHIL: It seems he's going to the top rope again, he missed an earlier attempt, very risky being up there.
GRIMES: Holy....his high risk paid off, frog splash connected.
Machete with the cover, one......two.......three!
*DING DING DING*
LUCINDA: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF Cruiserweight champion......MICHAEL......MACHETE!!!
Machete has his arm raised and yanks the championship from the referee's hands, climbing to the second turnbuckle and holding it up to the Heavens where everybody can see it.
PHIL: Well it looks like Michael Machete is a very deserving man after a match like that, he survived two very talented young athletes to walk out still the Cruiserweight champion of the world.
GRIMES: This is one man to watch out for in future, he'll be a major force in this industry in future, mark my words.
CWF WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP GAUNTLET MATCH
FAITH(C) VS LEXI VS KIRA VS SKYE ESTADO VS SYD ASHLEY
LUCINDA: The following contest is a gauntlet match for the CWF Women's championship. Two CWF Divas will enter the ring and compete until one is pinned or made to submit wherein another Diva will enter and so on until we have a winner. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is the current reigning and defending CWF Women's champion..........FAITH!!!
"Number #1 crush" by Garbage begins to play and a red spotlight appears at the top of the ramp and the alluring Diva walks out and stands at the top of the ramp. Dressed in a short red plaid skirt and leather top, with a satin hooded cape on. She walks down the ramp and blows kisses to all the male fans as she makes her way to the ring. She slowly steps through the ropes and gives the fans a treat as they can see a glimpse of her panties under her short skirt. She stands in the centre of the ring and slowly and seductivly takes off the cape and drops it to the mat and smiles. She runs her hands down her body and looks at the entrance ramp as she awaits her opponent.
LUCINDA: And her opponent, from Suffolk, Virginia...........LEXI!!
"Crazy In Love" by Beyonce plays and Lexi runs out and stands at the top of the ramp and jumps up and down excitedly. Pink coloured spotlights light up the ramp and she happily skips down the ramp and makes her way into the ring. She stands in the ring smiling and waving at all the fans as she waits for the opening bell.
PHIL: There's the bell and we're underway, Faith with her fists up and a nice collar and elbow tieup to begin this match.
GRIMES: Talking of nice Phil, look at the two lovely ladies in the ring.
PHIL: Keep your eyes on the match Derrick.
GRIMES: Trust me, I am.
The two females shove each other across the ring, each trying to gain an advantage but the stronger Faith manages to push the challenger away, smiling and running her hands along her body as Lexi stares and smiles back, getting to her feet and locking up again, slipping out from Faith's grip and spinning around behind her, hitting a dropkick to the back that forces Faith into the ropes, Lexi following up with a forearm before pulling back on Faith's head, as the ropes dig into her back.
PHIL: Lexi could seriously damage Faith's spine here with that, luckily she broke it at the count of four.
GRIMES: Ow, another dropkick to the back, Faith's down.
Faith lies on the floor glaring at Lexi who bounces around the ring skipping and laughing, turning around in time for a Faith clothesline that almost knocks her head off. Faith grabs Lexi and raises her to her feet, whipping her towards the ropes but Lexi manages to stop the momentum and drag Faith with her, slamming a knee into the gut doubling the champ over, clamping an arm around Faith's head and pointing her finger in the air.
PHIL: Looks like she's going for the Lexi-cution early here Derrick.
GRIMES: Holy Christ, Faith countered, Lexi landed back first across the knee.
PHIL: Faith with the cover, hey she has her feet on the ropes.
The referee counts to two then stops and tells Faith to take her feet off the ropes, Faith doing so and arguing as Lexi comes back with a schoolgirl rollup, the referee dropping down....
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Just two as Faith pops the shoulder up. Lexi with the legdrop across the throat followed by a side camel clutch, snarling through her teeth as she begs Faith to tap out, Faith screaming out in pain but refusing to give it up, raising her hand as she reaches out for the ropes, almost getting there but failing, gripping her wrist quickly before she taps and yelling out.
GRIMES: Faith's got the ropes Phil, Lexi has to break the hold.
PHIL: She's just stalking her prey Derrick, Faith to her feet now, nice back kick to the gut from Lexi.
GRIMES: Lexi rushing the ropes now, swinging neckbreaker took Faith down again, and there's the standing moonsault, Faith's being pinned.
PHIL: One....two and, no, almost got the three but almost isn't good enough.
Lexi looks slightly frustrated and drags Faith to her feet again, pulling her towards the turnbuckle and sitting on it, attempting the figure four necklock but Faith pulls her leg, Lexi landing hard on the canvas holding the back of her head in pain as Faith covers her, holding the second rope as she does.
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3!!
LUCINDA: Lexi has been eliminated, introducing next, from Los Angeles, California.........KIRA!!!
The crowd goes silent and watches the stage area as "Dont'cha" by The Pussycat Dolls begins and the lights flash varying colours, Kira coming out through the curtain onto the stage area grinning before coming to a stop at the top of the ramp. She plants her feet apart and leans down almost squatting as she moves her arms outstretched in front of her in a circular motion for a few seconds before skipping slightly down the ramp, putting a knee on the apron and grabbing a rope to pull herself up before springboarding over the tope rope.
Faith immediately rushes to her sister with forearms to the face, taking the fight to her instantly before connecting with a hard right hand to the jaw and a suplex, Kira landing stomach first across the top rope. Faith climbc the turnbuckle and dives off, the legdrop across the back of the head connecting and taking Kira over the ropes the hard way, landing on Faith as the champ rolls her over for a cover.
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PHIL: Kira gets the shoulder up.
GRIMES: Being her sister I'd have thought Kira would lay down for Faith.
PHIL: Well as you saw earlier, Kira promised to take the fight to Faith in a bid to become CWF Women's champion again and these two have had their fair share of battles over the past year and a half.
GRIMES: Remember though Phil, it took Kira a year to take the title from Faith and she won it back only a few months later, Faith's the greatest female grappler of all time.
PHIL: That she is, Faith is the longest reigning Chaos champion, a former World Heavyweight champion and the first female to hold such a championship and also a CWF Hall of Fame inductee who has wrestled the very best in the world.
GRIMES: And beaten them.
PHIL: Apart from Christian Connolly, in fact I'm pretty sure that victory roll by Kira could've beaten her too, Faith almost eliminated there.
Kira grabs Faith by the hair and drags her to her feet, landing a right hand to the jaw and a kick to the gut, attempting the swinging DDT but Faith shoves her sister away, Kira landing hard on her stomach as Faith stomps across the back.
GRIMES: Aggression shown by the champion, to her own sister too.
PHIL: Boston crab folding Kira in half, Faith's trying to go for the tapout here, she could have her way too.
Faith screams and pulls back hard, Kira's spine almost bent completely in half as Faith's knee is placed at the base of the neck, pulling back hard causing Kira to tap.
LUCINDA: Kira has been eliminated, introducing next, from Los Angeles, California.........SKYE.......ESTADO!!!
"Bootylicious" by Destiny`s Child begins and a single white spotlight appears at the top of the stage and Skye comes out and stands in the spotlight. She runs her fingers through her her hair and runs them down her body as she smiles. She then walks down the ramp smiling and climbs up on the apron. She blows a kiss to the fans as she slowly steps through the ropes, and stands in the middle of the ring and raises her arms up to soak in all the attention from the fans.
Skye screeches and charges at Faith, taking her down with a spear as the two women roll around brawling all over the ring, Skye coming out dominant on Faith, the fresher of the two grabbing Faith by the hair and slamming the back of her head on the canvas. Skye rolls the champ over and locks in a bow and arrow hold, using her knee to bend the spine as Faith reaches out and struggles to break free.
GRIMES: I'd like to imagine she's good at yoga otherwise that's gotta hurt.
PHIL: The obviously rested Skye trying to break the back of the champion and progress further into the next round of this gauntlet match.
GRIMES: Look who it is Phil, the monster is here.
The camera gets a shot of Faith's bodyguard Phil King as he approaches the ring, smiling and cracking his knuckles as Skye tries to ignore his presence and force the submission, Faith clutching a forearm and trynig to break it with hard shots until Skye releases the hold. Faith clutches at her back as Skye taunts her to get up, looking behind her a few times at King as Faith slowly crawls to her feet holding her back, using the referee to help as Phil grabs Skye's foot. The distraction causes her to turn her back on Faith, who takes advantage and connects with a hard kick to the head then Bloodlust before going for a cover.
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LUCINDA: Skye Estado has been eliminated, introducing the final opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada......SYD......ASHLEY!!!
The arena lights dim as "Headstrong" by Trapt plays from the speakers, and the lights go up as she walks out on stage. She smiles and raises an arm up and then walks down the ramp to the ring, Phil King making his move as she gets to the bottom of the ramp and taking her down with a hard clothesline.
PHIL: Now that's not right.
GRIMES: Haha, she got clotheslined before she even got to the ring, I love it.
Faith laughs and smiles at her final opponent, catching her breath as Phil picks up syd, rolling her under the ropes as the champ goes for the cover.
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The fans go wild as Syd somehow gets a shoulder up, Faith banging her fists in rage and screaming at the referee as Syd rolls onto her stomach and tries to get up, still hurting after Phil's clothesline a little earlier. Faith grabs Syd by the hair, getting a warning from the referee but Syd shoves her back, unloading with right hands as Faith is sent reeling, Syd with an irish whip to the ropes and a Lou Thesz press taking the champion down, more right hands as Faith tries to block them.
PHIL: Syd's really taking it to the champion here.
GRIMES: And to think they've shared a kiss the last few weeks, can't they just kiss and make up? Preferably in my hotel room?
PHIL: Which leaves me to bring up the tone of the show after that comment, thanks Derrick. Chinlock applied, really cranking on the neck of the Women's champion.
Syd twists and applies the hold tightly as Faith tries to get out, slowly rising to one knee then to a standing position, elbows to the gut, and another causes Syd to break the hold as Faith rushes for a clothesline, Syd leaning backwards into the traditional yoga crab stance, Faith's arm going over the torso of the challenger as she rises back to an upright position, waiting for Faith to turn around before blasting her in the head with a high kick, taking her down instantly.
GRIMES: She's going for a cover, one.....two......thank god Faith kicked out then.
PHIL: Syd with the pickup, bulldog takedown, Syd now climbing the turnbuckle........the moonsault attempt misses, Faith with the knees up.
GRIMES: Looks like the champ is on top again, she's got Syd on her shoulders, nice swinging sidewalk slam.
Faith goes for a cover, the referee dropping for a one.......two.......just three on the exchange, Syd pops a foot on the rope to break the count as Faith slaps her in the face, lifting her to he feet and taking a forearm to the face as Syd fights back again, performing a handstand and wrapping her calves around Faith's head and twisting around, using her hands to push herself around in circles before using the momentum to take Faith to the mat with the swinging headscissors. Faith sits up holding her back as Phil climbs onto the apron, Syd walking over as the referee tells him to get down, Phil receiving a hard slap that takes him to the floor, the huge monster looking angry as Faith stands behind Syd, kicking her in the gut as she turns around and setting her up for the Bloodlust, Syd slipping down Faith's back, spinning the champ round and kicking her in the gut before hitting the swinging DDT.
PHIL: Air Canada by Syd, cover.....
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
*DING DING DING*
LUCINDA: Here is your winner.....and the NEEEEW CWF Women's champion......SYD.......ASHLEY!!!
GRIMES: Dammit.
PHIL: She did it, Syd's won the championship!
Syd is awarded the championship and has her arm raised in victory as Faith throws a fit of anger and leaves the ring almost in tears, Phil walking her up the ramp as Syd continues to celebrate in the ring.
GRIMES: It's a shame, Faith was the most dominant female and now that woman has her title.
PHIL: Faith lost fair and square and besides, she said she was retiring after tonight's event,. do you really want a tournament to happen when a retiring wrestler wins the title match?
GRIMES: Not really no.
PHIL: Well anyway, coming up next is the 60 minute Iron Man match for the International championship between the champion Fuel and the challenger, someone who held the championship once before in late 2004, Christian Connolly.
CWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP 60 MIN IRON MAN MATCH
FUEL(C) VS CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY
LUCINDA: The following contest is a 60 minute Iron match match with no countouts and no disqualifications for the CWF International championship. Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada but now residing in Norfolk, Virgina, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Suntan Superman, The Paragon, The Scientific Apparatus, The FIVE STAR Franchise, Mr Anti-Sports Entertainment and Wrestling's Savior........CHRISTIAN.........CONNOLLY!!!
The arena lights dim, then the drum beat from the beginning of "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito starts to pound throughout the arena. The fans all jump to their feet as a bright mixture of red and white light shines from the entrance. After a few seconds, "The Paragon" Christian Cage slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp. He stands before the fans, soaking up the moment as he gets a mixed reaction, and a small "C2! C2!" chant. He stands as silver pyro begins to rain down behind him and he throws his fist in the air and arrogantly smirks. He then begins to make his way down the ramp towards the ring. He walks down the aisle, acknowledging the few fans he has in the arena, and joking the fans that jeer him. He keeps his usual confident demeanor in tact as he jumps up onto the apron, climbs the corner, and takes off his hood, and does his trademark throat cut/fist in the air that results in another echoing "pop" from the crowd. He hops down into the ring looking ready for business as he walks around the ring looking out into the crowd. He takes off his hooded vest before taking a seat in the corner and awaits the match to begin.
LUCINDA: And his opponent, from Hull, England, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending CWF International champion.........FUEL!!!
The lights in the arena go out, the crowd starts to murmur as they have no clue what is happening. Suddenly the video screen starts to flicker and an old man in a white jacket on a black and white screen starts to talk.
"Right class, do you know what the other component apart from heat and oxygen needed to make fire is?"
All of a sudden numerous explosions go off, pyro erupts from the stage and on the rampway. "Street Fighting Man" by Rage Against The Machine plays as in big letters on the video screen show:
FUEL!
Fuel emerges, looks at the crowd from the right to the left. He continues to walk down to the ring before raising the championship above his head.
The ref calls for the bell to start this one. Both men circle around the ring. They lock up. Fuel gets C2 in a head lock. C2 reverses it and gets an arm bar on Fuel, who turns it into a reverse collar lock of his own. C2 slips out of the hold and shoves the champion. Fuel stumbles back and charges at C2, taking him down with a shoulder block. He bounces off the ropes, jumps over C2, off the other ropes. C2 is back to his feet. Fuel puts on the brakes. He attempts a hip toss. C2 blocks it. He attempts a hip toss on Fuel. Fuel counters with a back body drop.
PHIL: These two are gonna wear themselves out early in this one.
GRIMES: You can tell they've both been doing their homework for this match.
Fuel stays on top of the challenger, getting C2 back to his feet. C2 shakes off the hold and throws in a couple forearm upper cuts that catches the champion off guard. C2 goes for a clothesline, but Fuel counters with a drop toe hold. Fuel applies the Fujiwara Armbar submission.
PHIL: The champ with a submission hold applied. Could he get the first fall in this Iron Man Match?
GRIMES: He's got Connolly in the middle of the ring. And he IS the champ.
The ref is in position. C2 looks to be in severe pain here.
GRIMES: HE TAPS! FUEL GETS THE FIRST FALL!
| Christian Connolly | 0 |
| Fuel | 1 |
PHIL: Roughly 5 minutes into this matchup, C2 most likely sensed that he had a long ways to go, and instead of wasting all of his energy to try to escape the submission, he just gave up quickly.
GRIMES: WOW! And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why they pay him the big bucks!
PHIL: That's right.
Fuel is relentless as he throws in a series of elbows to C2's spine. C2 rolls to the outside after the third one. Fuel follows him. C2 kicks Fuel in the gut, and then bounces his head off the apron. C2 then executes a side suplex onto the very thin mat that pads the concrete floor.
GRIMES: That should buy the challenger some time.
C2 rolls back into the ring. Fuel makes it back to his feet. He slides into the ring, and C2 drops an elbow to the back of the champ’s head. Quickly back to his feet, C2 drops another elbow, but Fuel rolls back to the outside. C2 rolls out as well, and is caught with a knee lift to the midsection. The champ follows it up with a spinning neck breaker!
PHIL: The champion rolls back into the ring. And countouts are considered a fall in this match, so the champion could go up 2-0 here.
GRIMES: It's a long way to 10, Phil. Give C2 some credit here - at least the benefit of the doubt.
The ref's count makes it to 5 before C2 makes it back into the ring. And Fuel goes right back after C2...but C2 with a kick to the stomach. He leads Fuel into the middle of the ring...
PHIL: AND C2 HITS THE CDT!!!
GRIMES: Fuel's struggling but the pain seems too much.
He tries in vain to reach out and try to escape but finds himself unable to, Connolly cranking it in tighter as Fuel immediately taps.
PHIL: AND WE'RE TIED AT 1 FALL EACH NEARLY 10 MINUTES INTO THIS!
| Christian Connolly | 1 |
| Fuel | 1 |
GRIMES: I must be honest...that was impressive.
PHIL: That IS an impressive move. It's inescapable unless the opponent can make it to the ropes.
The fans continue to go nuts as they get behind C2. He gets Fuel to his feet. A few forearm jabs to the side of the champ's head. He then whips him into the ropes. C2 follows Fuel and clotheslines him over the top rope.
PHIL: Fuel to the outside. He gets back to his feet.
GRIMES: SUICIDE DIVE BY THE CHALLENGER!
PHIL: C2 WITH A SUICIDE DIVE...BOTH MEN ARE DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!
The fans are still on their feet, really into this match. C2 is first to his feet. He makes his way over to Fuel. He attempts to send Fuel back into the ring, but Fuel counters and bounces C2's head off the announce table. He then runs C2 back-first against the edge of the ring! He then throws a shoulder into C2's ribs!
PHIL: And C2 on the receiving end now as this one has been back and forth.
GRIMES: This is what puts the CWF on the map, Phil. Talent like this. This is a true championship matchup and we're only a quarter of the way done with it.
PHIL: That's right, Derrick. This is a 60 minute Iron Man Match to decide the International Championship. Countouts, DQ's, pin falls, and submissions count as a fall.
Fuel sends C2 shoulder-first into the steel ring post!
GRIMES: He will feel that in the morning.
PHIL: I'm sure he'll feel a hell of a lot more than that in the morning.
GRIMES: No doubt. And the only thing that will help ease all of the pain is if he wins the gold tonight.
Fuel sends C2 back into the ring. He is favoring that shoulder. Fuel sends him into the ropes. C2 holds on with his one good arm, and Fuel drops hard back to mat after attempting a drop kick. C2 sees his opening and charges in. He drops an elbow across Fuel's chest-but Fuel rolls out of the way! Fuel then makes it back to his feet. He waits for C2 to make it to his. He then kicks him in the stomach, and executes a Fall Away Slam.
PHIL: AND THE COVER-1...2-C2 KICKS OUT!
GRIMES: I thought he was going ahead there, Phil.
C2 shows a grimace of pain as Fuel puts his knee against his back and grabs C2 in a headlock. Fuel pulls him hard against the knee as C2 tries to get free. Fuel holds on to the move when suddenly C2 gets up and grabs Fuel by the back of his head and drops him with a jaw breaker!
PHIL: Unbelievable! C2 just dug down deep and broke free of Fuel's submission!
C2 gets Fuel back to his feet, grabs him by the waist, and performs a belly to belly suplex into a pinning combination.
PHIL: COULD C2 GO AHEAD HERE-NO! ONLY A 2 COUNT AS FUEL KICKS OUT!
GRIMES: That was close, we almost had Connolly in the lead with that one.
PHIL: C2 with the armlock, trying to get a submission here, Fuel's refusing to give in, fighting off the pain here, my god look at the angle his arm is in.
GRIMES: He's trying to tear Fuel's arm out the socket.
Fuel attempts to break the hold before stopping in pain, realising his struggling could tear his arm off as C2 screams and locks the hold in tighter, getting the champ to the canvas and using his other arm to grip the free arm of Fuel, wrapping a leg around that and sinching in a unique submission hold, Fuel's screams echoing throughout the arena before he finally gives in.
PHIL: Fuel tapped, Christian Connolly now in the lead with two falls to one.
| Christian Connolly | 2 |
| Fuel | 1 |
GRIMES: So far the challenger looking more likely to win the championship tonight which is a damn shame, Fuel's been a good champ so far.
PHIL: Good champ avoiding Connolly as much as possible so far but a very good showing thus far from both these incredible athletes.
GRIMES: In a certain other place Fuel has been held back beyond belief and they don't care about him, here he's a 2 time International champion and facing the very best in the world, the likes of Priest, X-Factor and of course the Suntan Superman himself.
Fuel gets to his feet and shakes his arm, trying to get the blood flowing to it as C2 walks across the ring and slaps him hard in the face.
PHIL: Connolly taking liberties with that stiff shot.
GRIMES: Wow that was unnecessary.
The crowd starts up a "you got bitch slapped" chant as Fuel seethes with rage, using his left arm to throw a punch, Connolly blocking and hitting one of his own, taking Fuel to the corner with knife edge chops connecting, the homage to Ric Flair apparent as the crowd shouts the trademark Flair "WOOO" with every hard shot, Fuel's chest turning bright red. C2 whips the champ hard into the far turnbuckle and follows through with a runnnig clothesline, Fuel staggering out the corner and Connolly taking him down again with a pendulum backbreaker. He slowly climbs the turnbuckle and stops to pose for the cheering fans before hitting The Ratings Grabber, immediately covering as he lands.
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PHIL: Just three, Fuel instinctively putting a leg on the rope to break the pinfall.
GRIMES: See, Fuel actually is a good wrestler, just needs an opponent like Connolly and a company like CWF to show the world that.
Connolly motions for the C2plex, gripping Fuel who fights out of it, an uppercut to the jaw of the challenger sends him against the ropes, a running clothesline takes both men down to the floor again. Fuel steadily to his feet near the apron, Connolly doing the same and approaching the champ, Fuel suddenly swinging a steel chair which cracks off the skull of the challenger, knocking him down instantly.
| Christian Connolly | 3 |
| Fuel | 1 |
PHIL: What the hell did he do that for?
GRIMES: He looks a little frustrated Phil, he decided to take Connolly down at the expense of a fall.
PHIL: Well Christian Connolly now with the definite lead, referee making the count now, Fuel standing in the ring catching a breath.
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| Christian Connolly | 3 |
| Fuel | 2 |
GRIMES: Seems Fuel's moment of insanity paid off, he got a fall by countout, only one between them now, referee up to 3 again.
PHIL: Getting close to being counted out again, C2 pulling himself up using the apron, just in the ring at 9 but there's Fuel like a shark to blood, putting the boots to him.
Connolly tries to cover himself up and block the shots as Fuel rains down with kicks, finally ending the assault and raising C2 to his feet, a right hand slap connecting with Fuel starting to look cocky but receives a forearm to the jaw, another staggers him back and the attempt at the belly to belly suplex, Fuel with a knee to the gut, another to the sternum and the lift by the champ, dropping Connolly with the Explosion. Goes for the cover.....
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| Christian Connolly | 3 |
| Fuel | 3 |
GRIMES: YES! Fuel's evened things up a little, three falls apiece now and another cover attempted, just two though.
PHIL: Looks like Fuel's attempting the Explosion again, he could go ahead if this connects.
Fuel swings C2 up but the Suntan Superman uses the momentum to throw himself behind the champion, wrapping his arms around Fuel.
GRIMES: Three Tha Hard Way by the Suntan Superman!
PHIL: He's going for a cover after those beautiful suplexes, Fuel landed on the back of his neck with that release dragon suplex, one......two........three!
| Christian Connolly | 4 |
| Fuel | 3 |
GRIMES: Oh my, Christian Connolly is ahead by one fall so far.
PHIL: C2 now looking to capitalize here.
C2 scoop slams Fuel and heads to the corner. He climbs to the top...
GRIMES: I wish they wouldn't have factored in the DQ and countouts. It takes all the fun out of a match of this magnitude. This could have ended up in the backstage area.
PHIL: How right you are, partner.
Fuel is back to his feet. He stumbles into the ropes, causing C2 to lose his footing and...
GRIMES: OOO...i hate when that happens.
PHIL: I couldn't imagine how that must feel.
GRIMES: You have GOT to protect the 'nuggets' at all times, Phil.
Phil snickers as Fuel sets C2 up in the corner and begins pounding away at the head of C2, before dropping him with a spinning neckbreaker. Fuel then climbs the turnbuckle...
PHIL: THE CHAMP WITH A FLYING ELBOW...
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3-NO!
PHIL: THAT WAS WAY TOO CLOSE!
GRIMES: I thought the champ had tied it up there, Phil.
Fuel is aggravated as he gets to his feet. He questions the ref's count as he climbs the turnbuckle once again. C2 makes it back to his feet...
PHIL: FLYING CLOTHESLINE....
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PHIL: And once again the challenger gets a shoulder up.
This time Fuel is up and in the referee's face. He argues long enough for C2 to make it to his feet. Fuel turns around. C2 nails him with a clothesline. C2 then makes his way to the top rope...
PHIL: The challenger is on the top rope.
GRIMES: But the champ is back to his feet.
C2 leaps off with a flying axehandle attempt but Fuel throws a boot up, catching C2 right under the chin!
PHIL: OH MY GAWD!
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PHIL: This one is tied up at 4 with under 10 minutes remaining!
GRIMES: This could go either way Phil, this is how wrestling should be.
| Christian Connolly | 4 |
| Fuel | 4 |
C2 and Fuel catch their breath on the ropes and stand across the ring staring at each other, both waiting a few seconds before charging, the double shoulderblock taking both down as they climb to the upright positioning at the same time, locking horns in the collar and elbow tie-up with both struggling to gain the advantage, both men exhausted and sweating after such a gruelling contest, both men backed into the ropes and switching around. Fuel begins to lay right hands in as Connolly does the same instantly, neither man with an advantage thus far until Connolly connects with the russian leg sweep, taking down Fuel then running the ropes and coming back with a running neck snap as he tries to get to his feet.
PHIL: There's just five minutes left folks and they're still one apiece, cover by Connolly.........Fuel with the kickout at two, neither man wants to walk out the loser here.
GRIMES: With Fuel showing such a good fight I got a feeling he'll walk out still holding the International championship.
PHIL: We'll see Derrick, not long to go and this match will be all over, we may even see a draw and possibly overtime to decide this one.
GRIMES: I still say the champ walks out with the gold firmly round his waist.
Fuel with the irish whip, C2 with the reversal and hits The Showstarter, Fuel on the canvas as the challenger runs the ropes, pausing just slightly before dropping the leg across the throat, Bitch Slap connecting with minutes on the clock as he goes for the cover.
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Fuel with the shoulder up in time, Connolly dragging the champion to his feet, Fuel with the right hand to block whatever C2 was thinking, picks him up for the Explosion but once again Connolly slips behind him, locks in the half nelson with just over a minute remaining on the clock.
PHIL: The CDT is locked in! This could be all over!
GRMES: Stay in there Fuel.
Fuel struggles, C2 desperate to make him tap as the champion tries to reach for the ropes, looking at the clock when he realises he can't escape and trying to last.
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PHIL: FUEL TAPPED OUT, WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
GRIMES: No! This isn't fair.
*DING DING DING*
LUCINDA: Here is your winner......and the NEEEW CWF International champion......CHRISTIAN.....CONNOLLY!!!
C2 releases the hold and kneels in the ring, the referee handing him the championship as he looks down at it exhausted, not enough energy to raise his own arm in victory.
PHIL: Fuel tapped out to the CDT with just one second remaining on the clock to become a two time International champion.
GRIMES: I was here when he took the title in 2004 and I was up close when he lost it at Hellbound back in 2005 against Dark Rayne, now I've had the honor of witnessing him win it again in an incredible Iron Man match against a great talent such as Fuel.
| Christian Connolly | 5 |
| Fuel | 4 |
PHIL: Well folks, there's the scoreboard and it's official, Christian Connolly winning 5 falls to 4, what an epic encounter.
GRIMES: Yeah, both men are deserving of this standing ovation they're getting from this sold out crowd, hope they're proud of this contest.
PHIL: Talking of epic encounters, up next we have Priest defending the World Heavyweight championship against X-Factor and tonight's special guest referee? None other than Violent A.
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CWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
PRIEST(c) vs X-FACTOR
LUCINDA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF World Heavyweight championship.
The fans cheer at this announcement, anticipating what could happen and who will emerge as the main man in CWF.
LUCINDA:This match has special rules stating that neither man is allowed outside the ring, interference or anything to cause a disqualification as any of these things will result in an instant loss. Introducing first, the special guest referee, from Detroit, Michigan, he is a former Chaos A.D. member, former CWF champion, one of the men who created the Chaotic Wrestling Federation.........VIOLENT........A!!!
An eerie chant from what sounds like little girls fills the arena as the lights fade:
“Rain, rain – go away, come again another day.”
Just then white lights hit as music thunders through the PA System, this music being Slipknot's I Am Hated. As Corey Taylor’s first line bellows from the speakers:
“YOUR WORD IS MY ENEMY…”
Violent A comes storming out onto the ramp, visibly pumped up.The crowd are going wild. Violent A storms down towards the ring with a purpose as black rain falls from the roof of the arena.
PHIL: Violent A returning to CWF for the first time in several years here tonight.
The lights go out.... Just then Reborn by Stone Sour starts up and we hear a hard drumline followed by guitars.
"I am walking through your streets
I am looking in your windows
I am elemental now
You'll never even know I'm there"
"I am watching over you
I am living in the shadows
I am just a word to you, but I am very real and cold
Cold to all of this
Cold to how you feel
Cold to all your loose reason"
The lights go out and the music stops.
"OHHHHHH"
Green strobes come on and X-Factor steps out.
"I AM EVERYTHING
I AM ANYTHING
I AM AUTOMATIC
I AM YESTERDAY
I AM EVERYDAY
I AM GONNA BE"
"YEAH"
He walks down the ramp, Xero by his side. He holds his hands up to the camera holding an X up. He rolls in the ring and gets on the turnbuckle looking around. He holds his hands up forming an X. He jumps off and the lights come to normal.
"Passive" by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage,the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp,Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile.As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in,the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros go off. After a couple seconds,Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring,he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd,but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him,and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child,he drops them to the floor and stomps on them.
LUCINDA: In the corner to my left, from Ankeny, Iowa, weighing in at 178 pounds he is tonight's challenger........X-FACTOR!!!
X-Factor raises his arms in the air as he gets a mixed reaction before being checked over by Violent A for illegal weapons.
LUCINDA: And in the corner to my right, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 328 pounds, he is a legend in this industry and the current reigning and defending CWF World Heavyweight champion...........PRIEST!!!
Priest holds the title in the air before handing it to Violent A, leaning in the corner as the Violent One checks for foreign objects then raises the title in the air before the crowd, handing it to a ringside official and calling for the opening bell.
PHIL: These two men will square off for the last time over the World title here tonight as stated by the contract and how fitting for the last match in CWF's Genocide event to be the final confrontation between Priest and X-Factor over the main prize.
GRIMES: Yes it's a sad day in CWF but what an event Genocide has turned out to be and surely this match won't disappoint.
PHIL: Priest with the size and strength advantage just tossed X-Factor aside as if he weighed nothing, the challenger looking a little tired from his tag team match earlier tonight.
X-Factor gets to his feet and strides towards the champion, collar and elbow tieup once again as the challenger struggles but Priest shoves him away once more, smiling and waiting for X-Factor to once again rise to his feet. X-Factor gets to his feet and stares at Priest, getting in his face and trash talking before raking the eyes, using this to his advantage as he headbutts the champ and hits a standing dropkick that sends Priest reeling against the ropes, X-Factor following up with a running clothesline that almost sends Priest down to the floor, the champion managing to hang on as he lands on the apron, Violent A reprimanding the challenger and warning him that he'll lose the match if he purposefully sends Priest to the floor. X-Factor shoves him aside and grabs Priest by the head, attempting to suplex him back into the ring but the strength of the champion stops it, Priest raising X-Factor and throwing him into the ring before climbing between the ropes.
GRIMES: Priest looks dominant now but guaranteed X-Factor will beat him again.
PHIL: I beg to differ there Derrick, this match is still anyone's right now. Oh, not after a shot like that, X-Factor just took a hard kick to the temple.
Priest stands smiling and grabs X-Factor by the head, lifting him up the hard way and putting him on his huge shoulders, X-Factor somehow slipping behind him with a reverse DDT then drops the elbow across the sternum before going for the cover.
1...
2...
GRIMES: Oh, just three there, Priest with the shoulder up.
PHIL: Looks like X-Factor's taking advantage of this situation, he's all over Priest right now.
GRIMES: As he should be, Priest's a huge guy and the most dominant champion this year so he needs to destroy him quickly to end this as soon as possible and walk out the champion.
X-Factor lays the boots to Priest then waits calmly as he sits up, connecting with the shining wizard and making another cover, Violent A counting to two but the shoulder pops up. The challenger looks shocked as Priest sits up and stares at him. The fans go nuts as Priest gets to his feet and X-Factor stands looking terrified momentarily before rushing towards the World champ and receiving a tilt a whirl slam, crashing X-Factor spine first on the canvas.
PHIL: Priest isn't going for a cover, he just wants to punish this man.
GRIMES: This isn't right, X-Factor doesn't deserve this treatment, he's a former World champion.
PHIL: And who did he take the title from? Priest, the man who holds the title right now and is hellbent on destroying X-Factor for the cheap shot he took at Bloodbath when he destroyed Priest with a steel chair after his title defence against Demetrious Young. Then what did he do, he signed a deal with that corrupt former Talent Relations woman Julia Diosa immediately after the beating and won the title.
GRIMES: Wah wah wah, X-Factor won the title, simple as that.
Priest shoves X-Factor into the corner and chokes him as Violent A makes the mandatory 5 count, Priest relinquishing the choke at four, stalking Violent A across the ring, X-Factor coughing and rushing across the ring after him, Priest with the right hand takes him down hard again. Priest with the whip into the turnbuckle, follows through with a running clothesline with enough impact to bring X-Factor out of the corner, Priest hoisting the challenging onto his shoulder and dropping him with Snake Eyes, rushing the ropes and connecting with a hard big boot to the jaw.
PHIL: X-Factor down, Priest with the cover, one....two....NO!
GRIMES: X-Factor kicks out and keeps himself alive in this, Violent A not scared of Priest, anyone else would be running when Priest accosts them like that and so should that clown.
PHIL: The intimidation factor not working so much but he should spend a little more time wearing down his opponent, here's X-Factor with the rollup, just two there.
GRIMES: He's still in this match, may not look like it but it's all part of a big plan to lure Priest in.
PHIL: A plan? If the plan is to have his carcass smeared all over the ring then I must say it's pretty successful so far.
GRIMES: Don't make me laugh Phil, this man's beat Priest before.
PHIL: He used a damn chair before the match even started and that only happened after Priest had already defended the title a few minutes before!
GRIMES: That was then, this is now and X-Factor will be a two time World Heavyweight champion.
X-Factor connects with a dropkick to the knee of the larger man, quickly getting to his feet and kicking at the roots of the giant redwood trying to take Priest down, the champ attempting to block it and shove him away but X-Factor is too small and quick. The challenger continues his assault on the legs and knees of Priest before getting in an eye rake, Priest staggering away with his hand by his face as X-Factor once more hits a dropkick to the knee, taking the big man down to one knee, X-Factor bouncing off the far ropes and hitting the shining wizard to the head. Violent A looks on then drops to the mat to register the three count, counting once........twice.........Priest kicks out before the hand can come down for three. X-Factor quickly rolls to his feet and grabs the legs of the champion, tying them up in a figure four leglock that has Priest in agony, the GX member trying to force the submission victory.
PHIL: Smart gameplan by the challenger, he has Priest on the mat now and could get Priest to tap out for the first time in his career.
GRIMES: I told you, he's gonna be a two time champ tonight, he's gonna snatch victory, Priest can't get to the ropes.
Violent A asks Priest if he wants to give up, the champ refusing to quit as he lies back in pain, the hand coming down counting to two before Priest pops the shoulder up, trying everything to get out of the hold. The champion drags himself slowly towards the ropes, Violent A immediately onto X-Factor to break the hold and watching as the challenger drags Priest to a bent position, calling for the finisher but during the Getting Sick attempt, Priest blocks, X-Factor on his back with the sunset flip part of the move succeeding trying desperately to pull Priest down but instead gets a hand around the throat, lifting him up to his feet then hitting a one handed chokeslam, the damage to Priest's legs enough to cause him to go down aswell.
PHIL: This is an amazing match, forget anyone else, these two men battling for the CWF World Heavyweight title are the best in the world.
GRIMES: The guys you just mentioned, they're jobbers in comparison, if you want politics either go elsewhere or become a Congressman, if you wanna be a fantastic wrestler in the very best matches in the world then CWF is the place to be.
Both men get to their feet slowly, Priest with a kick to the gut of X-Factor then grabbing the left arm, yanking on it twice before walking towards the turnbuckle, climbing to the top and carefully making his way halfway across the top rope before leaping off and slamming a forearm across X-Factor's arm and shoulder with the Old School, the landing and damage to his legs forcing Priest down to the mat aswell.
PHIL: Both men slowly getting to their feet, Priest is hobbling on that damaged wheel. X-Factor with the cross body but was caught by Priest, hoisted onto the shoulder.....uh oh, I think we know what's coming.
GRIMES: Priest Driver just killed X-Factor, come on, KICK OUT!!
Priest drops X-Factor on his head with the Priest Driver, placing both hands across the chest as Violent A drops to the canvas for the three count.
1...
2...
3!!
*DING DING DING*
LUCINDA: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF World Heavyweight champion.........PRIEST!!!
The fans cheer as Priest gets his arm raised, "The Freak" John Thomas joining him in the ring as he is awarded the championship. GX gather together before attacking both Priest and the special guest referee Violent A, both men fighting back with right hands. Priest tossing X-Factor out of the ring and following him, hitting a hard right hand then taking off the top of the announce table as Derrick and Phil quickly move out of the way. Priest sets up X-Factor in the powerbomb position.
PHIL: OH MY GOD, A BOMB TO THE CHALLENGER THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE, X-FACTOR LOOKS DEAD!
GRIMES: What the hell did he do that for?
We cut to an in ring shot as Violent A lays a hurting on John Thomas, kicking him in the gut then laying him out with Black Rain, the jumping piledriver almost breaking The Freak's neck in the process as our last shot is of Priest walking up the ramp, looking back towards the ring with a look of anger in his eyes.
PHIL: This has been an incredible show and we thank you for tuning in, I'm Phil Suillivan with Derrick "The Man" Grimes saying goodnight everyone.
The final shot is of Priest on the stage with a fist raised into the air, the World Heavyweight championship clutched tightly in his grip before a black screen coming up with the CWF logo before the event goes off the air.
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