Sunday Night Brawl

[As Brawl begins, we see a large unknown black Cadillac Escalade pull into the parking lot. Reporters, who had heard speculation of a returning CWF superstar approach the vehicle cautiously. The door opens as we see a foot step down onto the pavement. The black shoes glisten in the light of the parking garage, and the black dress pants seem wrinkle free. The man steps away from the vehicle, and as the camera comes to focus, we see that it is none other than Keith Daniels. He turns with an arrogant smile to greet the many reporters. The questions begin to flow forth.]

Fat Reporter With Toilet Paper Stuck To Shoe: Keith! Keith! What made you come back? What are your plans?

Annoying Nerd Reporter, With Some Resemblance to Drew Carey: Are you here to take sides in the GPW and CWF war? Who’s side are you on?

Female Reporter: Keith! Are you here for Last Man Standing? Are you trying to become CWF Champion for the first time?

Keith Daniels: Lady, who should meet me in my dressing room for further “interrogation”, and gentlemen, I will answer all your questions tonight when I enter the ring. Thank you, thank you.

TT: Welcome everyone, to another installment of SUNDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!!

BC: Indeed, what big news from the backstage as Keith Daniels is back on the roster, and--

[The lights change to red, white maple leaves shining around the arena. Canadian Made emerges on the ramp.]

TT: Oh man, what is this?

BC: As much as these two men are the future of our company, they interrupted me and I hate that!

TT: And they brought their own mics. Goody.

Chambers: Welcome one, welcome all! Tonight is an auspicious occasion!

Lewis: That's right, Ricky! Tonight is the night of proud Canadians and the men they look to for guidance!

Chambers: So scoot over Teddy! Take a hike Bobby!

TT & BC: WHAT!?

Lewis: We're takin' over!!!

[The two men run down to the announcers booth and chase off Teddy and Bobby.]

Chambers: Well that's a bit more like it!

Lewis: Now then, on to our first low-rest match of the evening!

Dan Lynch vs. David Jones

The opening match David Jones vs. Dan Lynch is a long 30 minute match in which both men put eachother to the limit (more so Jones to Lynch). David Jones starts to get the upper hand 25 minutes into the match after going back and forth. They both use moves like the Jonesinator (Dominator) and Jones Choke (Rear Naked Choke) as well as the stroke and other variates of moves by Daniel Lynch and David Jones. During the last few minutes David Jones hit his power moves like the sidewalk slam and Daniel Lynch is hurt then the referee is accidentally knocked down by David Jones who takes this time to grab 3 steel chairs and hits Lynch with one then puts one under his head and another on top of his head then 3 times slams the other on his head and the chairs making Lynch bleed. Jones then gets the chairs out of the ring seeing the referee get up.

David Jones then takes a bloody Dan Lynch up to the top rope and does the Jones Driver (Tombstone Piledriver off the top rope). David Jones then helps the referee get to his feet and covers Dan Lynch by putting his foot on his chest and looking macho as the referee counts the 123 to end the match. David Jones then leaves with a smirk on his face.

Winner by Pinfall: David Jones

Lewis: HA HA! That's the way the Lynch crumbles!

Chambers: Although it helps a guy to not get attacked backstage!

Angus vs. Wrec Hannibal

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, this next match up is a non-title match with a twenty-five minute time limit. First, making his way to the ring, weighing
in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and is the master of "Hell From Above". He is WREC HANNIBALLLLLLL!!!

["Metalingus" by Alter Bridge begins to play throughout the arena as Wrec Hannibal walks out onto the top of the stage as the fans give him a mixed
reaction. Wrec raises his hands high in the air as he begins his way down the ramp. Wrec begins to pick up speed and slides under the bottom rope into
the ring. Wrec poses on the far turnbuckle as he receives another mixed reaction. ]

Announcer: And his opponent.standing in at 6'9" and two hundred and fifty-eight pounds, he hails in from Cut And Shoot, Texas and he is the CWF
National Champion, ladies and gentleman, this is ANNGUUSSSSS!!!

[The light begins to fade to a pitch dark in side the arena as Nickelback's "Follow You Home" strikes up, the ramp lights up with each riff... Angus's
video shows his greatest hits and moves, all set in black & white. Abby appears on the top of the ramp as white lights are flashing as she stands
awaiting Angus to join her. Just a few seconds pass, Angus joins her, head down focused on the match. Just before the singing begins bright white pyro
ignites matching the beat. When singing begins, Angus, followed by Abby, begins to make their way to the ring. Angus pulls himself up to the ring;
Abby walks over to the steps. Angus sits on the ropes, Abby enters a la Stacy Keibler-ish style, only once she's in, she stays bent over for an
extra kick while Angus comes in, hits the turnbuckle and gives the rock on salute. ]

Ricky: Wow. Please tell me how Angus got her.

Kris: Well it sure isn't his looks because if she was going for looks, she'd go with the Canadians because after all, we aren't just the best looking
guys in the world, but we're also the smartest and we actually know how to wrestle.

Ricky: Unlike that guy that goes by the name of Angus. What kind of name is that? What's his last name? I don't even think he's real Kris.

Kris: Go touch him and find out.

Ricky: What?! NO. I think you should.

Kris: Then it's settled, you'll go touch him.

Ricky: No Kris, I said NO!

Kris: Okay okay. The referee for this match is Gary Jones as he calls for
the bell.

[The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Wrec backs Angus into the corner as the referee calls for a break. Wrec backs off as Angus shakes his
head; the two begin to circle the ring. ]

Kris: Look at these guys, Rick. They look like they're afraid of one
another.

Ricky: What?! Uh. Yeahhh.

Kris: Rick, stay focused on the match. AND stop looking at Abby. I'm sure she'll be in the hotel room tonight. I know how boring this match is because
there American but remember Abby's American too.

Ricky: Yuck.

[ As the two men continue to circle, they lockup again as this time Angus brings Wrec into the corner, the referee calls for a clean break again but
Angus backs off and quickly rakes at Wrec's eye as the referee warns him. Angus steps back as Wrec steps out from the corner, Angus runs at Wrec and
hits him with a vicious clothesline. Wrec rolls to the outside as he holds his chest in pain. Angus begins to distract the referee as Abby runs over
and begins to kick at Wrec.]

Ricky: Look at her; she kicks like she's in pre-school. She doesn't even belong in a wrestling arena, let alone outside of the ring.

Kris: Maybe Angus taught her how to kick.

Ricky: * laughs *. I think you're right.

[Wrec gets to his knees as Abby try's to slap him but Wrec blocks it and grabs a hold of her hair. He backs her up as she begins to squeal and call
for help. Angus inside of the ring pushes off the ref and quickly runs off the ropes and jumps through the top and middle rope with a suicide dive
right on to the top of Wrec Hannibal as he mounts him and gives him quick stiff fists to the side of the head. ]

Kris: See, Americans don't even care for their own family. Angus just took out Abby with that suicide dive.

Ricky: What was he thinking? He could have just got out of the ring and grabbed a hold of Wrec Hannibal. I think he meant to do it.

[The referee begins the ten count as Angus gets off of Wrec Hannibal. Angus throws him into the barricade and then lifts him high in the air, dropping
his abdomen on the top of the steel barricade.

One..

Two..

Three..

Angus begins to lay boots into Wrec as Abby begins to stir around on the ground. Angus grabs Wrec by the hair and throws him hard into the steel ring
post.

Four..

Five..

Six..

Seven..

Angus picks Wrec up once again as blood begins to stream out of Wrec's forehead due to the force of his head off of the steel ring post. Angus
throws Wrec into the ring as he lays over him for the three count. ]

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TWO.

THREE?!?!

Ricky: Did he get it?! NOO! Wrec kicks out just in the nick of time. Look at his forehead, there's blood going everywhere. It's not very often that I
care for an American, but this is just not good for this man's health.

Kris: I've seen Wrec bleed before and come out victorious, so don't think it can't happen here, Ricky.

[Angus lifts Wrec to his feet and puts him in a side headlock as he begins to punch the forehead of Wrec Hannibal to make even more blood out. Wrec
collapses to one knee as the referee checks him. He lifts his arm.

ONE.

The referee lifts it again.

TWO.

Ricky: He's almost done.

The referee lifts again.

THR..

Wrec holds his arm high in the air as he battles back to his feet and whips Angus off the ropes. Angus and Wrec meet in the center with a shoulder block
by Wrec. Wrec runs off the opposite rope as Angus slides over and Wrec is forced to jump over him. Wrec runs off the ropes again as Angus gets up and
leapfrogs over Wrec. The two continue running as they meet in the center with an arm drag by Wrec and another. ]

Kris: Some quick work to battle back by Wrec right there. It looks like momentum may be on his side. For once.

Ricky: This match is still boring me.

[ Angus gets up and is hit with a quick hip toss hard to the mat. Wrec goes to the top rope as Angus begins to stir to his feet as Wrec jumps off and
hits him with the Agony of Defeat from the TOP ROPE. He makes the cover. ]

Ricky: The AGONY OF DEFEAT FROM THE TOP ROPE, THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE.

Kris: I've never saw that one done before.

[ The referee counts. ]

ONE.

TWO.

THRE.

SHOULDER UP!

Ricky: He was so close to the victory but came up just short.

Kris: Yes, I just really can't wait for one of these two to end this fucking
thing.

Ricky: I hear you there, this is Canadian Made Brawl, this is supposed to be good entertainment, not shitastic wrestlers in the ring.

[ Angus reaches his feet as Wrec is still arguing with the referee. Angus runs over to him and school boy's him for the count. ]

ONE..

TWO..

THREEE.?!

Ricky: NOO! He didn't get it.

Kris: GOSHDAMMIT!

[ Angus runs at Wrec once he reaches his feet and clotheslines him hard to the mat. Angus signifies for the End of All and lifts Wrec up by his hair.
Angus lifts him and he HITS THE END OF ALL. ]

Ricky: IT MIGHT BE OVERR! HE JUST HIT HIS FINISHER!!

Kris: THE END OF ALL. Let's hope it's the end of this match.

[ Angus makes the cover. ]

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!!!!

Ricky: He did it. Angus won, finally.

Kris: Now, to the next match.

[ Angus celebrates in victory as Wrec Hannibal rolls out of the ring and walks to the back with pain marked on his face and him holding his back as Angus' music blares throughout the arena. ]

Announcer: You're WINNER by PINFALL, ANGUSSS!!!!!!

[Angus leaves the ring with his National title as the fans give him a show of respect for his effort tonight.]

The Daniels Dilemma

[Suddenly, the announcers are interrupted by “Blow It Out” by Ludacris blasting throughout the arena. The crowd goes into an uproar as Keith Daniels steps out onto the rampway. He continues his walk to the ring and slides into it, smiling from ear to ear. He demands a microphone from the timetable, and his request is granted. He lifts his hand to hush the crowd and as if a wave of laryngitis had overcome the arena, it becomes entirely silent. Lifting the microphone to his lips, he speaks.]

Keith Daniels: Hello people of Minneapolis!

[As if he needed a cheap pop, the fans go into another uproar, but quiet again at the demand of Keith Daniels’ hand.]

Keith Daniels: Bet none of you expected me to reappear, sort of reborn from the ashes per say. Let me get right to it. I won’t take much time. I’ll get to the point so you all can watch a few second rate scheduled matches. Yes, it’s true that I will be involved in Last Man Standing, whether or not I am made to qualify. My contract that I’ve signed has that certain clause within it. Whether or not they make me do my qualifying thing or not, I have no idea, nor does it matter to me. You all know what I’m capable of, and any footage you wish to look at speaks for itself. Am I rusty? Nah. Do I feel the competition here is going to give me a damn good run for my money? Not so much. Do I feel like I’m finally home? Hell yes I do.

[Another pop from the crowd, and another silence.]

Keith Daniels: As far as this CWF and GPW thing goes, I don’t have a side. I don’t really care anything about it. Just a bunch of grown men who feel a need to get power hungry only for the simple fact that their private parts haven’t been active in the past three years. That’s none of my concern and if anyone has a problem with it, whether it be Maniac, Jeff Jericho, or any of the followers of either group, I’ll be around for a long time. And I’m not really that hard to find. I mean, damn, look at me! How can my 6’10” ass go unnoticed? Eh, I’m done on that subject. Next on my agenda...

[Daniels ponders for a minute, then has a look of enlightenment.]

Keith Daniels: Ahh yes. Short and simple. Blood, you and I need to talk, and I promise you, I’m not feeling too pleasant about you right now, so watch your tongue in the media’s eye.

[Daniels’ serious look lightens up as he begins to smile again.]

Keith Daniels: And lastly, just because I couldn’t resist, Paul Blair. Paul Blair. Paul Blair. Paul Blair. Paul Blair. Go ahead and sue me for that, you whiney hack.

[Daniels drops the mic and waves majestically to the fans as he steps out of the ring and makes his way to the back.]

Chambers: Um...yeah. Okay. Whoever this bum is, he's got the hot air.

Lewis: Exactly. We have enough men in this arena that can do nothing but talk. Especially Magnus Thunder. I wanna strangle him sometimes!

Chambers: Sometimes?

Lewis: Okay, all the time! Here's the match!

Kris Lewis vs. Pledge Allegiance

[The lights enter into complete darkness. The crowd go wild in anticipation of who the wrestler might be. Seconds pass by and ‘Violence Fetish’ by Disturbed errupts over the PA System. Red lights begin to flicker at the top of the entrance way as the beat starts to kick in. As the main beat kicks in the lights begin to flicker more and more fequently.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be timed to determine who will enter into Last Man Standing as the last entry. Making his way to the ring, one half of the CWF World Tag Team Champions and, uh, one of the most attractive wrestlers in the world today, the Canadian Icon, KRIS LEWIS!

[Moments later the light comes on to reveal ‘The Canadian Icon’ Kris Lewis standing at the top of the entrance way with the Canadian Maple Leaf in his hands. He waves the flag back and forth and he walks down the ramp towards the ring. He then walks up the steel stair and enters in between the second and third rope. He enters the ring and approaches the furthest turnbuckle. He ascends the second turnbuckle and waves the flag into the crowd. He then places the flag on the floor and walks up to the middle of one of the ropes. He climbs upto the second rope and raises both his arms in the air. The music dies out as he comes down from the rope.]

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE!

["Iron Man" by Black Sabbath blasts over the PA system as Pledge walks forth onto the ramp. He waves an American flag and points at Lewis almost as if to signify a war between the two flags. He approaches the ring and rolls in, still waving the flag. Lewis leans in the corner, almost nonchalantly, smirking at Pledge's showing of Patriotism. Pledge hands his flag down to the time keeper and rolls his head, stretching to prepare for the match.]

Ricky Chambers: Who does this guy think he is, honestly?

Teddy Turnbuckle: He's a CWF great, and you should be more respectful.

RC: Hey! You're lucky to be down here announcing this thing with me, so I'd hold my tongue if I were you.

TT: Yeah, well, your not exactly me, are you?

RC: Go lift some weights and then smart off to me. That would be a more wise move on your part.

TT: Pledge locks up with Lewis, and Lewis overpowers him, pushing him back.

RC: That's it, Kris! Show him who daddy is!

TT: If he wins, you'll have to beat his time later tonight, so I wouldn't be so supportive.

RC: You mean when he wins? But yeah, it's all in who the quicker man is. If it's him, then it's him and I'll support that.

TT: How cute.

RC: Why am I arguing with you? You're only a second rate announcer. I'm the real deal.

[Pledge runs and baseball slides underneath Lewis. Lewis kicks a leg backward and catches Pledge in the jaw as he makes his way to his feet. Lewis reaches down and puts Pledge in a headlock, which he quickly turns into an STF. Pledge reaches a foot back and lays it on the ropes. The ref calls for a break. Lewis does and Pledge gets to his feet.]

RC: The Canadian Icon shows his dominance in the beginning of the match. Go get 'em Kris!

TT: Pledge seems apt to respond.

[Pledge runs toward Lewis, and Lewis ducks to backdrop him. Pledge stops mid run and lifts a knee into his face. Pledge immediately goes to work on Lewis with a camel clutch like manuever. Lewis begins to fight out and does. Pledge is to his feet, looking at the time on the jumbo tron. He waits for Lewis to get to his feet...]

TT: Pledge looks to be waiting to deliver the Pledge Hammer to Lewis!

RC: NO! Kris, look out!

[Pledge creeps up behind Lewis and wraps his arm up and lifts him for the Pledge Hammer. As he does so, Lewis rolls over Pledge's back and rolls him up. He grabs the ropes for leverage.]

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[Pledge kicks out, but it's too late. The referees hand hits the mat for three and the bell rings. Pledge looks up in disbelief. He begins pounding the mat as Lewis rolls out of the ring, hands in the air victorious.]

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, the Canadian Icon, KRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS LEEEEEWIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!! Time of finish, 10:32!!

["Violence Fetish" plays again as Lewis hops out of the ring with a smile and walks to the announce table.]

RC: Nice match Kris. Way to take it to him.

KL: Thank you. Now Teddy, if you'd kindly report to the back, I'll be taking over this spot.

TT: Yeah, whatever. This is ridiculous...

[Teddy Turnbuckle stands up and makes his way to the back. Lewis sits down and puts a headset on.]

RC: Glad to have you back, Kris. Been awhile.

KL: About 10:32 seconds. Not too long.

RC: That's true. Now I guess we go to the ring for an insignificant match of the evening.

KL: Can't we make this a dark match?

RC: No, I don't think so. That would be nice though. Here's your chance to do some strangling.

Magnus Thunder vs. Tony Floyd

[A huge explosion of blue sparks burn the air as the lights go out. A peal of thunder is heard as "Fields Of Pelennor, Second Movement" by Howard Shore rumbles throughout the arena.]

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a timed match do determine who will enter last into Last Man Standing. Introducing first...

[Magnus Thunder steps out to the entrance stage as the crowd erupts in cheers. Magnus looks around at the crowd as blue lights flash towards the dimmed entrance area. Lightning strikes the entrance area on both sides of Magnus as thunder clashes in the background. Magnus strides like a titan down the aisle.]

Announcer: Hailing from the Jotunheim Region of Norway! He weighs in at five hundred twenty pounds, MAGNUS THUNDER!

[Magnus reaches the ring and grabs on to the middle rope. He pulls himself up to the apron, then climbs over the top rope. As he enters the ring the lights flicker back to normal and the music fades out.]

Announcer: And his opponent...

["Open Your Eyes" by Alter Bridge erupts in the arena as the crowd echoes in cheers. Tony Floyd walks out to the entrance area raising his arms in the air.]

Announcer: Hailing from Hell, New Mexico! He weighs in at three hundred fourty six pounds, TONY FLOYD!

[Floyd continues his walk down the aisle. He steps up to the apron of the ring, and over the top rope. He raises both arms in the air one last time for the crowd as his music slowly fades out. The referee calls for the bell and the clock starts as they meet in center ring.]

RC: Ladies and gentlemen, I would strongly suggest you take bathroom breaks and food breaks now. We're in for a dull match.

KL: Wake me up if I fall asleep.

[Tony Floyd stares at Magnus, as Magnus returns the stare. The two then shake hands and back away to get the match underway.]

RC: How cute. Two men in the ring, kissing and making up before the match starts.

KL: Doesn't matter to me, as long as they waste time in there.

[The two big men lock up, as Magnus begins to get a slight advantage. Tony Floyd immediately delivers a knee to the midsection of Magnus Thunder. Floyd grabs Magnus and pushes him against the ropes and goes for a big boot, which Magnus catches. He pushes Tony Floyds leg, causing Floyd to fall to his back. Magnus attacks Floyd, axing his arm down viciously and fiercely.]

KL: So what time are we going to hit the clubs tonight?

RC: Hopefully soon after the show. I want to get a little tipsy tonight.

KL: Yeah, me too.

[Tony Floyd fights back with punches of his own as Magnus backs up. He then spears Magnus out of nowhere into the turnbuckle and bulldogs him out of the turnbuckle, completing his Weapon of Mass Destruction. He backs up and waits for Magnus to get to his feet, signifying that the end is near.]

KL: Hey! Wait, no, he can't win the match now...

RC: Kris, what are you...

[Kris Lewis gets up and and walks around to where Floyd is and begins to yell at him. Tony Floyd looks down at Lewis and tells him to go back to his seat, but while he does, Magnus gets back to his feet, spins him around, kicks him in the stomach and hits him with the Thunderstorm, showing his immense strength.]

RC: NO! Kickout Floyd!

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[Magnus rolls off of Floyd, and looks down at Lewis who is irate. He shakes his head at him, and steps over the ropes, leaving the ring.]

Announcer: And your winner is MAGNUS THUNDER!! Time of finish, 9:52, making his the fastest time so far!

[Lewis walks over to the announce table as Tony Floyd heads to the back, a standing ovation given to him. Lewis grabs his headphones and sits down.]

RC: Well, it's time for my match now, so I bid you farewell.

KL: Go get him, Ricky. Crush him for me...

Ricky Chambers vs. Larry Tact

[Chambers stands as "Your Stories, My Alibies" by Matchbook Romance blasts over the PA system. He walks to the ring and rolls into it.]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and is timed. Should the winner win before the 9:52 mark, he will be the last entry into Last Man Standing. Introducing first, he is half of the CWF World Tag Team Champions, and the CWF Mid Atlantic Champion. He is the 'Real Deal'. He is RICKY CHAMBERS!

[Ricky Chambers waves to the crowd, who is booing him. He laughs and begins to loosen up. 'Karma Slave' by Splashdownplays over the PA system. Green and blue spotlights shine onto the crowd, forming the word “TACT” as Larry Tact walks out onto the entryway, looking around and observing the crowd. He wears thigh length blue trunks with a jagged black stripe down each side, and black boots with blue laces.]

Announcer: And making his way to the ring, from Manhattan, New York... he weighs in at 252 pounds... LARRY TACT!

[Tact focuses on the ring, steadily walking towards it as the spotlights strobe around it. He does a couple of stretches at ringside before climbing onto the apron and entering the ring. He glares at Chambers and begins to loosen up a little as the bell rings.]

KL: Welcome back Bobby.

BC: Thank you Kris. Ricky Chambers first on the attack with a quick clothesline. He backs up and glances at the clock, monitoring the time. You've still got time, big fella.

[Tact gets to his feet and Chambers runs up behind him with a bulldog. He hurries to his feet and waits behind Tact. Tact gets up and kicks him in the gut, setting him up for the Canadian Chaos.]

KL: That's it, Ricky! Finish him off!

[Tact grabs Chambers' leg and rips it out from underneath him and applies the Tactful Surrender! Chambers begins to yell in pain.]

KL: No! Get off of him!

[Kris Lewis gets up and gets up on the apron. Tact releases the hold and runs into Lewis, knocking him to the floor. Chambers jumps up and dropkicks Tact to the ground. He stands up and grabs his back in pain, pain remaining from the Tactful Surrender. Tact gets back to his feet, and as Chambers charges him, he clotheslines him hard to the canvas, causing his head to bounce off the mat. Tact walks over to Chambers and applies a half boston crab. Chambers crawls toward the ropes, and as Tact tries to pull him back to center ring, and grabs the ropes and pulls himself to them. The referee orders the break.]

KL: That was a 5 count! DQ him ref!

BC: Chambers climbs back to his feet and Tact walks over to attack him... Oooh!

[Chambers rakes the face of Tact and spears him to the ground. He looks up at the clock to see that the times coming close. He pulls Tact up and gives him the Canadian Chaos! He covers quickly.]

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[Chambers can't believe it! Tact somehow kicked out of the Canadian Chaos! He looks up at the clock and sees that he has 10 seconds left. He pulls Tact to his feet and quickly tries another Canadian Chaos. Tact blocks it, and Chambers starts getting frustrated, he kicks Tact in the balls and delivers ANOTHER Canadian Chaos! He covers him.]

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[The ref calls for the bell and the announcer rolls into the ring as the anticipation mounts.]

Announcer: Here is your winner, the REAL DEAL.... RICKY CHAMBERS!!! Time of finish........... 9:53!!

[Chambers looks at the ref in disbelief and slams his fist into the turnbuckle on the way out of the ring, causing it to shred open, and rolls out of the ring and back to the commentator's booth.]

Chambers: What the crap was that!?!?!? I HAD HIM! I HAD HIM! FIRE THAT REF!

Lewis: It's okay Ricky! It doesn't mean you won't win the battle royal!

Chambers: AARRGGHHH!

Lewis: Let's go to our next match!

Blood vs. Chemical X ©

National Title Match

Blood and Chemical X began their match with a staredown that would kill all others. Chemical X slaps Blood across the face for betraying GPW. Blood let's his fury loose with fists that know just where to hit. Chemical X fell against the ropes as Blood continued his pummeling. After a few minutes Chemical gained his bearings and began a return fire of epic proportions. No strike was too hard as he toppled Blood to the mat. Chemical hauled him off the mat to receive a low blow that allowed Blood to gain another short advantage. A brutal fight continued for twenty long minutes, and Chemical X had the win wrapped up with pretty pink ribbon until two uninvited guests arrived. Angus stood atop the beautiful truck belonging to Chemical X. With a sledgehammer and his brother Matthew. He grabbed a mic and taunted X by “accidentally” spider-webbing the windshield and dropping Matthew to the ramp. Blood got up from the mat and went to charge Chemical but was stopped by a bolt of lightning that flashed in the center of the ring. Magnus stood amidst the crowd pointing his hammer at him. Both men left the ring to pursue their mortal enemies, resulting in a double count out.

Chambers: Friggin' sweet! That was the best match ever! Next to ours of course...

Lewis: Exactly, my friend. And now we have the pleasure of watching two of our favorite beings in the universe wrestle tonight!

Jericho and Blair vs. ???

Tornado Tag Match

“The Golden One” Jeff Jericho and Paul Blair make their way to the ring with a lawyer. He grabs a mic and tells everyone speaking his name to pay up at the end of the show or his mega lawyer will sue them all, starting with Keith Daniels. Just then, Co-President Zeb Rogers walks out to the ramp. He tells the people of his stepping down as Co-President effective February first. He says their will be some changes as long as he's in the game. The first being that tonight's match has become a Tornado Tag Match. The crowd pops. Jericho takes the mic from Blair and calls out tonight's challengers to face his wrath. The lights darken. Two shadow figures run to the ring and slide under the bottom rope to meet Jericho and Blair head on. Chaos reigns in the ring tonight. The bell has rung and the gloves are off. The lights come back on. It is Magnus Thunder and Keith Daniels, together again for the first time. Magnus whips Jericho to the turnbuckle and beats him down. Daniels takes Blair to the mat with a vicious lariat and lets his fists do the talking from there. Daniels hauls Blair to his feet as both he and Magnus whip Jericho and Blair into each other. Magnus tears into Jericho and Daniels into Blair. Both men, in unison, haul Jericho and Blair to their feet. Jericho is decimated with a Thunderstorm. Daniels unleashes his. Both men go for the pin for a solid 1..........2.........3!!! The crowd goes positively bananas as Magnus and Daniels celebrate their surprise upset. But the celebration is short lived. Chemical X comes down to the ring with his goons and GPW security. All of them begin to beat down Magnus and Daniels. Jericho and Blair roll out of the ring to grab a chair and a fire extinguisher respectively. Just as the brutality escalates Angus, Wrec, and Tony Floyd race to the ring and fire off some rounds at their enemies.

Chambers: We gotta get in on this!

Lewis: Yeehaw eh!

[Lewis and Chambers jump in the ring and join the fracas, followed by Dan Lynch and Bjay Williams. Blood gets in, beating on everyone. David Jones rushes in, and the rest of the roster follows behind. Magnus and Daniels have fallen to the chaos with no chance of escape. Teddy and Bobby return to their seats.]

TT: We have all out pandemonium here tonight!

BC: This has been Sunday Night Brawl everyone! Literally! See you next time!

[Scene fades out on the big brawl.]