The show took place live in front of a sold out Conseco Field House in Indianapolis, Indiana. Our first match of the evening was ready to get underway, when Jeff Jericho interrupted. He made a speech that will surely have an incredible impact on the CWF's welfare, which you will be able to view in full when the full results are posted. Jericho also appointed himself the special guest referee for the first match of the evening: Lu Yen vs Jimmy Sartyr. This is obviously significant because of the ongoing feud between Jericho and Yen.

[Clip of Jericho's announcement.]

JEFF JERICHO: You know, I've tried to be a leader for the CWF...I've tried to protect the rich tradition of this organization from the cancer that is Mark X. But Mark X's propaganda machine is in full swing and you people are eating it up like a fat kid at a birthday party! The fact is, no matter what I saw or do, you god damn SHEEP will always cheer Xamin, the critics will worship the ground he walks on, and as a result, I'll be cast as the villain. Forever. Well, that's just fine with me. Ever since I was announced as the commissioner two weeks ago, everyone's been begging for the "old" Jeff Jericho to come back. From Bobby Crane, to you morons, to internet websites and hell, even Mark X himself was reluctant to announce me as commissioner because what he fears the most is the old Jeff Jericho! Well if that's what you want...god damnit, that's what you'll get. But don't say I didn't warn you. You messed with the bull, and now you're gonna get the fucking horns!

[The crowd showers him with boos.]

JEFF JERICHO: Boo me all you want, assholes...the fact is, I told you all I would do whatever I had to do to protect the CWF and its legacy, whether it's a popular decision or not. Well to the fans...fuck you! To the entire CWF roster...fuck you! I'm going to protect the CWF the only way I know how...I'm gonna KILL IT!

TT: What!?

[The fans begin to throw garbage at Jericho, who speaks over the boos.]

JEFF JERICHO: I'm not going to let Xamin destroy the CWF one more time...I'm going to destroy the CWF to save it! And how am I going to do it? I've got three little letters for you, Mark! G....P....W!

TT: Huh?!

BC: I don't know what he's talking about, but I like it!

TT: You'd be out of a job if the CWF were destroyed, you ingrate!

BC: Back to unemployment checks for me then, ha!

JEFF JERICHO: And as for Lu Yen...this never has been wants me at Summer Smash? So be it. On August 28th, in front of a sold out AllTel Stadium in Jacksonville, Florida...with a record CWF attendance to witness the carnage live and in person...I will end Lu Yen's career! And as for tonight...well, I like to scout my opponents up close and personal...so up next we have Lu Yen and Jimmy Sartyr...and I'm gonna be the guest referee!

TT: WHAT?! Oh for God's sake, Jericho is screwing with Lu Yen!

BC: He dug his own grave, Teddy! You saw that assault Lu Yen put on Jericho last week!

[Jericho puts on a referee's t-shirt with a grin on his face.]

The match went back and forth for a solid fifteen minutes or so of excellent wrestling. Jericho showed an obvious bias for Sartyr, who did not seem too appreciative of the Golden One's favour. In the end, Jericho made a fast count to eliminate Yen from the CWF World title tournament, and then proceded to viciously assault Lu Yen with a steel chair, leaving his face a complete mess. That, of course, wasn't enough for Jeff Jericho. He poured lighter fluid on Yen's already bloodied face, and dropped a lit match on him, igniting his face in flames!

Following this heinous attack, security and EMTs rushed the ring to pull Jericho away and to tend to Lu Yen. While all of this was going on, Maniac appeared at the top of the ramp.

MANIAC: That's real impressive, Jericho...real impressive. But you know, your little guest referee bit here tonight got me thinking. I mean, God knows your little tussle with Lu Yen at Summer Smash isn't going to be for the faint at heart, and we all know Jeff Jericho can get just a tad bit out of control. So at Summer Smash...Lu Yen vs Jeff Jericho...I will be the special referee!

TT: Oh my!

Jericho, obviously angry at this announcement, assaulted one of the security officers in the ring, and as a result, was arrested and hauled out of the building and into a county jail.

[The scene opens up to a close up of the Ruler Tombstone still in the ground from the gravesite. There are chains around the Gravestone. The scene fades back and shows that the tombstone is chained to the back of a black 2005 Ford Supercrew XLT F-150 Fx4. The truck is seen shifted into gear and then a loud rev and dirt flies as the tires spin in the grass and pull the tombstone out. The truck stops and a the driver side door opens. The same man dressed in all black steps out of the driver seat .The man lifts the tombstone into the bed of the truck and throws the chains in too. Closes the bed and then gets back in the driver seat of the truck and takes off spinning tires in the grass on the dark night.]

Announcer: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!

["Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive blasts throughout the arena as the crowd errupts in boos. The lights flash red as Nick Wadden steps out to the entrance area. Pyro blasts off all around him as he poses for the crowd.]

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri…

[The pyro dies down, and Wadden walks down the entrance ramp, smirking at members of the crowd.]

Announcer: He stands six foot five inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred sixty five pounds...NICK WADDEN!

[Wadden slides under the bottom rope, and quickly gets back to his feet. He stands in the center of the ring and taunts the crowd one more time before his music dies down.]

TT: It was last week that we saw the debut of Nick Wadden, as Paul Blair eliminated him from the CWF World Heavyweight Championship tournament in a triple threat match.

BC: Let's hope he can do better this week.

["Boulevard Of Broken Songs" by Party Ben hits the arena, as Indigo Phoenix steps out to the entrance area. The crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as flames erupt around Phoenix.)

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Salem, Indiana...he stands six foot six inches tall, and weighs in at three hundred twenty one pounds...INDIGO PHOENIX!

[Phoenix walks through the flames, and begins to approach the ring. He quickly slides under the bottom rope, as Wadden steps out of the ring. He poses for the crowd, as flames erupt from the turnbuckles.)

TT: Phoenix looks like he's prepared for this triple threat Match...

BC: He better be ready. Three men in the same ring, same time, this will be one hell of a match!

[The lights in the arena dim as "The Man Who Sold The World" by Nirvana blasts in the arena. The crowd erupts in cheers as Poltergeist steps out to the entrance area.]

Announcer: And their opponent…making his way to the ring…from the state of New Hampshire…

[A mist arises from the entrance area, as a trail of flames lines each side of the ramp. Poltergeist begins following the flame trails towards the ring.]

Announcer: He stands five foot eleven inches, and weighs in at two hundred forty six pounds…THE POLTERGEIST!

[Poltergeist slides under the bottom rope as Phoenix waits in his corner. Poltergeist rushes to the far side of the ring, and hangs over the ropes as he taunts the cheering crowd. The music dies off, and the lights return to normal as Poltergeist walks over to his corner. Wadden climbs back into the ring, as the referee calls for the starting bell.]

TT: There's the bell, and this match is underway!

[The arena suddenly goes dark.]

BC: What the hell?! Look at the CWF-tron , Teddy!

[A spotlight shines on the videotron which reads "Blood Runs Cold."]

TT: It can't be!

[The lights come back on, and Blood is standing in the ring with a sledgehammer in hand. He nails Poltergeist in the gut with the sledgehammer.]

TT: It is! Blood has returned to the CWF! He just nailed Poltergeist with the sledgehammer! He swings at Wadden, and nails him right in the shoulderblade!

BC: Indigo Phoenix is trying to escape, but Blood nails him in the leg with the hammer! Blood drops the hammer, lifts Phoenix high over his head, and drops him throat first on the top rope!

TT: Blood bounces off the ropes, BIG BOOT TO THE SKULL OF POLTERGEIST! He grabs Wadden, turning him back around, and drops him with a fallback STO!

BC: What the hell is Blood doing?! He has ruined this match, Teddy!

TT: He picks the sledgehammer back up, as Phoenix slowly gets to his feet. OH MY GOD! Phoenix is busted wide open after a devestating blow to the face with that sledgehammer!

BC: We need security out here!

TT: Blood's not finished, Bobby! He has that hammer end up against Poltergeist's face, no! He just forced that handle into the mat, smashing the hammer in to Poltergeist's face!

BC: I think he's done now Teddy. It looks like he's leaving the ring...

[Blood slides out of the ring, and begins digging under the apron. He pulls out a small sack, and slides back in to the ring.]

TT: It's not over Bobby! He's got something planned here!

BC: You've got to be kidding me! He's dumping tacks out of that small black bag, on to the mat! He grabs Wadden off of the mat, and rubs his face in to that bag!

TT: Look at Wadden's face!!! There were still some tacks in there, Bobby! He kicks Wadden in the gut now, POWERBOMB ON THE TACKS! Wadden is bouncing around in pain!

BC: He has Poltergeist now, no! Poltergeist suffers the same fate, as Blood powerbombs him on to the tacks! He's walking over towards Phoenix now. He picks him up, and whips him in to the ropes.

TT: He catches Phoenix with the scrapbuster slam, right on to those tacks! He grabs Phoenix, and throws him over the top rope! He grabs Poltergeist now, and throws him over as well!

BC: And there goes Wadden! Wait! What does he have planned here?! He has followed the men to the outside. He grabs Wadden, lifting him high overhead, and drops him face first on the steel barricade!

TT: What carnage by Blood! He has Poltergeist now, and throws him face first in to the ringpost! He tears the top set of steps off, and continues by picking up Phoenix.

BC: This doesn't look good Teddy! He has Phoenix's head, left arm, and shoulder laying on top of that step! He grabs the other part of the steps, and sits it overtop of Phoenix! He climbs to the apron, and continues to the top rope! OH MY GOD! Phoenix is hurt! Blood just double stomped right on to the top set of stairs!

TT: Security has finally arrived, but the damage is done! Blood leaves through the crowd, and it looks like our EMTs are finally coming out!

BC: This is like a train wreck Teddy! Three different bodies, all bleeding, and all not moving!!!

TT: Well, Blood has definitely made an impact tonight Bobby! I guess the biggest question is what Mark X will say about all of this!

BC: It looks like Blood has a microphone…

BLOOD: Hey, Mark! Guess who's back?! See Mark, this is only the beginning! Next week, you'll see part two!

[Blood continues leaving through the crowd, as the EMT's have all three of the victims each strapped down to their own stretcher.]

TT: Good God almighty, Blood has returned to the CWF and no one saw it coming! That man hasn’t been seen or heard from since…since…I don’t even know when, it’s been a long damn time!

BC: Ever since his heated feud with Steve Dart all those years ago, the CWF has gone on without him…now he’s back and man oh man, that’s a huge addition to the CWF roster!

TT: The surprises keep on coming…every week we’ve been shocked to our core and apparently the trend is gonna continue! We’ll be back, don’t go anywhere, folks!

Larry Tact won this one in convincing fashion. Profit didn't mount much offence at all, and Tact was able to show off his impressive arsenal of moves and the crowd started to get on him for show boating too much.

[Paul Blair is walking to his dressing room. He opens the door and freezes. His room is completely empty and bare, none of his belongings are in there, JUST his tombstone.]

Paul Blair: Son of a bitch! WHERE ARE YOU!?

[He begins running down the hallway. He makes it out to the parking lot and looks around furious. Just as he makes it outside, a Black 2005 Ford Supercrew XLT F-150 Fx4 slowly drives away.]

Lynch handled both men rather easily, and one this match handidly in a very impressive showing.

TT: Well it’s time for some more round two action here…this should be a good one. Mike Sloan taking on Rage…

BC: Straight up, Teddy…this is a pay-per-view quality match, and you idiots at home damn well better be grateful you’re getting to watch this for free. Cheap bastards.

TT: For God’s sake, shut up, Bobby. This is gonna be one hell of a match. Both of these guys know what’s at stake here. Both of these guys have been preparing for this all week long, I can’t wait to see how this one turns out…let’s head to ringside and get it started…

[Cut to the ring.]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…from Mobile, Alabama…weighing in at 245 pounds… “THE DARK HORSE” MIKE SLOAN!

[The crowd erupts as “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth blares through the arena, and Mike Sloan steps out from the back. He looks to the crowd and nods in approval as he walks confidently to the ring and steps through the ropes.]

Announcer: And his opponent…from Kingston, New York…weighing in at 220 pounds….RAGE!

[The crowd hushes as the lights dim and “Love Dump” by Static X comes on. Rage steps out from the back in a long black leather trench coat with chains spanning both sides of the coat. The chains also hang from the coat, and drag on the ground. He also wears black sunglasses, and black baggy pants. His jet black hair is spiked up, and his eyes are both white. He has a fair amount of scars covering his body as well. He slowly and menacingly walks to the ring and steps through the ropes.]

*DING DING DING*

TT: Rage has been extremely impressive over the past couple of weeks…he’s a serious force in that ring…

BC: You aren’t kidding! I wouldn’t wanna be Mike Sloan right now…

TT: I wouldn’t go that far…Mike Sloan is one hell of a competitor himself…if anyone can pull off a victory against Rage, it might be this man….

BC: Yeah well, that remains to be seen…

[Both men circle each other, sizing each other up. They inch in towards each other cautiously…Sloan makes the first move, lunging in for a lock up, but Rage side steps him and shoves him from behind into the turnbuckles. Sloan stumbles backwards, winded…Rage hooks him from behind and sends him flying backwards with a release german suplex! Sloan lands on his head and flips backwards, sprawling to the opposite corner on his stomach. He looks up across the ring at Rage, who stares back at him coldly. Sloan gets to his feet clutching the back of his head, and the two circle each other once more, until finally locking up again. This time Sloan is able to gain the advantage, hooking Rage up for a picture perfect twisting belly to belly suplex! Rage bounces sideways off the canvas and rolls clear to the opposite side of the ring from the impact!]

TT: Some high impact maneuvers right off the bat here…and it looks like this one is going to be wrestling at its very finest…

BC: Oh cut the crap, Teddy…this one is gonna explode into an all out war any minute now!

TT: {sarcasm} Elegantly put, Bobby. These two are so evenly matched…it’s gonna come down to who wants it more!

[Rage gets to his feet favoring his lower back, and complaining in vain to the referee that Sloan had a handful of hair. Sloan grins at him in amusement, and they lock up again…this time Rage knees him in the gut viciously, and as Sloan keels over, Rage delivers another knee, and another, and another into the gut of the Dark Horse! Finally, Rage rears back and drills Sloan in the face with yet another knee, sending Sloan down to the canvas. Rage grins at his own cleverness, then immediately goes back to work. He pulls Sloan up and whips him to the ropes…Sloan has a tough time running as he seems winded from all of those knees to the gut…on the rebound, Rage scoops him up and drives him to the canvas with a powerslam! Sloan rolls around on the canvas and then arches his back in pain. Rage quickly runs across the ring, leaps onto the second rope and propels off of it with a twisting moonsault that lands perfectly! The crowd is dazzled as Rage goes for a quick cover!

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TT: Rage trying to end things early here and not even give Sloan a chance to mount his ever dangerous offence…

BC: Did you see that move?! Holy sh…

TT: Yeah we get it, Bobby…

[Rage berates the official about a slow count, but then turns his attention back to Sloan, who has pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes as leverage. Rage charges at him, looking to connect with a wild right hand, but all he gets is rope, as Sloan ducks out of the way. He grabs Rage’s head from behind, tucks it under his arm and drives Rage into the mat with a reverse DDT that sends the back of Rage’s head bounces off the canvas! Sloan quickly gets back to his feet and pulls Rage up to his knees, taking the point of his elbow and driving it into Rage’s face, which sends Rage back down to the mat clutching his left eye. Sloan delivers several stomps to the small of his back, and then pulls Rage back to his feet and whips him to the ropes…Rage ducks a clothesline and rebounds off the other side of the ring….Sloan turns around and Rage twists through the air with a spinning shoulder block! Sloan goes flying across the ring and tumbling helplessly into the corner!]

BC: Man! This guy can come at you from all angles…you think you’ve got control of the match, and then boom! He bursts into a fit of…well, rage…and just like that you’re flat on your back staring at the lights!

TT: Rage is indeed a dominant force in the ring, like I mentioned earlier…he’s all about bursting damage…

[Rage slowly gets to his feet and looks across the ring at Sloan, who is hanging half way through the ropes after the impact of that twisting shoulder block. He runs at him and splashes his legs across Sloan’s upper back, sending his throat into the not-so-forgiving ropes, which causes Sloan to fling back into the center of the ring gasping for air and clutching his throat. Rage pulls him up and lifts him high above his head for a superplex, but Sloan is able to drop down and land on his feet, and then connects with a powerful dropkick, extending his legs at the perfect time and sending Rage plunging through the ropes and onto the apron! Rage quickly gets to his feet, standing on the apron and daring Sloan to come and get him…Sloan charges and Rage flips him over with a back body drop to the outside…but Sloan hangs on, and lifts Rage off the apron, sending him to the arena floor with a vicious powerbomb on the concrete! Rage bounces off the floor by about a foot, and then lies motionless on his back.]

BC: Ahhh!

TT: My God! The human anatomy isn’t built to withstand powerbombs on the concrete! Rage bounced off that floor like a rubber ball, and you could hear the thud as the air came out of his lungs!

BC: That was brutal!

[Sloan stops for a moment to admire his work, looking to the crowd and getting a loud ovation in response. Sloan pulls Rage up and goes to roll him back into the ring…but instead decides to throw him head first into the ring steps! The top half of the steps crashes off its platform, and Rage slumps over the bottom half almost motionless. The referee jumps through the ropes and stands between Sloan and Rage, ordering Sloan back into the ring. Sloan walks through him and pulls Rage back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. He climbs back in himself and goes for a cover!

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TT: My God how did he kick out of that?!

BC: He’s got his eyes on the prize! Everything is at stake here!

[Sloan looks at the referee in disbelief, but immediately goes back to work on Rage. He pulls him up, whips him to the ropes, and on the rebound swings at him for a clothesline…but Rage ducks and twists himself onto Sloan’s back, pulling him backwards and catching him in an unexpected crucifix pin!

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Sloan quickly gets to his feet and grabs Rage’s legs…he twists them into a figure four leg lock! Rage pounds the mat in pain as Sloan bounces up and down to increase the pressure! Rage is fighting and clawing his way into a reversal, but Sloan would ease up. He looks as if he’s about to tap, but shakes his head emphatically, and with a burst of energy manages to flip Sloan over! The hold is reversed and Sloan is shaking his head wildly in pain! Just as it looks as if Sloan is about to succumb to the hold and tap out, their legs slips out of position and the hold is broken.]

TT: That was a close call for Mike Sloan! It looked like Rage’s shin slipped off of his foot and Sloan was able to get out of it just in the nick of time…

BC: Did you see the torque on their legs! Man! It’s amazing they didn’t snap like twigs!

[Neither man can stand after the figure four, but they both pull themselves up on opposite ends of the ring using the ropes. They limp out to the center of the ring, their legs twisted and mangled….Sloan swings at him, but Rage ducks and desperately leans into Sloan looking to connect with a superkick! Sloan grabs his foot at the last possible second and spins him around…he lifts him up and…drops him with the Scorned!]

TT: SCORNED! He nailed it and that has to be it! Rage went for it but he got nothing!

[Sloan crawls over to Rage slowly and drapes his arm across his chest for a cover!

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*DING DING DING*

TT: He did it! Sloan pulled it off and he advances to the semi-finals!

Announcer: Here is your winner… “THE DARK HORSE” MIKE SLOAN!

BC: What a match! I think Sloan got a little lucky there, but…

TT: Lucky?! That was a perfectly fought match by both men and it probably could have gone another twenty minutes if not for the slight impatience of Rage with that attempted superkick!

BC: Yeah but if he landed that, the momentum would have swung back in his favor, and man did he need to get that momentum back…

[The referee raises Sloan’s hand in victory and the crowd gives both men a standing ovation for a well fought match. Sloan drops to his knees and looks to the heavens, raising his arms in victory. Rage, finally coming back to consciousness, wearily looks over at Sloan celebrating and a look of disappointment comes over his face, knowing he came so close to connecting with the superkick that would have put him back in control and in a favorable position to finish Sloan off.]

TT: Hell of a match…but regardless, Sloan moves on to the semi finals and will walk out of this tournament with at least a number one contender’s match at Summer Smash…but you can bet his heart is set on the tournament finals for a chance at the CWF World Heavyweight title!

BC: And Rage gets a shot at the National title right here on Brawl next week!

[The scene opens up in the cab of the Black 2005 Ford F150. The man in black is sitting in the drivers seat. The truck is driving down a road.]

Man in Black: Consider this an invitation. In two week's time the Ruler will have his Funeral. In the ring, we will lay to rest once and for all, the Ruler.

[The man in black turns the wheel and begins to barrel down a road.]

Man in Black: I am inviting three men to be the pallbearers. Eric Dane, Tyrone Walker, Johnny Keel. It is my understanding that you have just as much hatred for Blair as I do. Now I know you're all thinking...this is a trap. Why would I tell Blair where and when im going to finish him off?

[The man in black shakes his head.]

Man in Black: Because I’ve been doing this to the man for four years. Hell he still doesn’t even know who’s coming after him...but he’s going to know. If you look back along his four year career there is one man who has been making his life hell, one man who has been fucking up his life… He still hasn’t figured it out. I invite you all to...

The Ruler's Funeral.

[The scene fades to black and then these names show up in big bold red letters. ERIC DANE… TYRONE WALKER, JOHNNY KEEL, X.]

[Dane lifts Chambers up, it's all elementery from here.]

TT: STAR DRIVER! STAR DRIVER!

BC: It's all over from here!

[!_T H W A C K_ !]

TT: What?!

BC: IT'S MIKE SLOAN! THE DARK HORSE JUST LEVELED DANE WITH A CHAIR!

TT: But why? And more importantly, where did he come from?

[The referee signals for the bell.]

DING! DING! DING!

BC: This one's going to be thrown out!

TT: You mean Dane wins on a DQ?

[Meanwhile, in the ring Sloan continues to put steel to the back of the fallen Dane, a sick grin spreading over his face the whole time.]

BC: Wow.

TT: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!

[Tyrone Walker comes barrel-assing down the rampway in his wrestling gear. He slides into the ring and Sloan wisely rolls under the bottom ropes, and ducks out into the crowd.]

BC: Sloan must have a deathwish.

TT: Let's take a look at the replay while Walker checks on Dane, who's just now coming to in the ring.

[Cut to a different camera angle of what has just transpired, and we see Mike Sloan coming out of the crowd, chair in hand, and sliding into the ring.]

BC: Oh man, you gotta know Dane's gonna be pissed off when he figures out what happened.

Earlier Today

[The scene opens up backstage with Johnny Keel warming up for his match backstage in his locker room. Keel begins to do a couple of stretches, warming himself up for his match up. Coming into the room, without Keel noticing, is Erik Olson.]

[Olson slowly walks up behind Keel, standing right next to him and just staring for a moment. Keel is completely oblivious to the presence of Olson and continues to do stretches. A bit annoyed, Olon then speaks up, catching Johnny Keel off guard.]

Erik Olson: What the heck, Johnny?

[Johnny jumps around, raising both fists in the air and looking at Olson with an intense stare.]

Erik Olson: Good god man, you're getting old. I remember when nobody could walk up on like I just did. You were quick, nimble and always on your toes. Now look at you, Keel, you look as if you should be fitted in a wheel chair.

[Keel stares at Olson, gritting his teeth, as Erik continues on.]

Erik Olson: You're out of your league, Keel. You don't belong in a wrestling ring, you belong in a retirement home. Heck, take a look in the mirror, you're old and gray.

[Olson walks over to a mirror, Keel walking up next to him and looking into it.]

Erik Olson: You see, I'm young, sexy and without a doubt, the biggest name to ever step into a CWF arena. On the other hand, we have you.

[Looking over at Keel.]

Erik Olson: You're old, wrinkled and you're an avid user of viagra. You're no longer the Bloodstained Hero, heck, the only stains you leave behind are the streaks of feces in your undergarments.

[Keel suddenly looks at Olson, almost striking him, but Erik Olson just grins arrogantly and continues.]

Erik Olson: Please Johnny, your bones are too brittle to be flailing your arms about like that. I'm suprised you're even here this week after the beating that I put down on you. But hey, I've got something for you to help with those brittle bones of yours.

[Lifting his hand up, Olson shows Johnny Keel a glass of milk.]

Erik Olson: Milk can help you with your brittle bone problem.

[Handing the glass of milk to Keel, Johnny takes a hold of it and stares at the milk for a moment. He looks back at Olson and suddenly splashes the milk into his face. Keel then begins to unwind with lefts and rights to the face of Erik Olson.]

[The two suddenly begin to brawl it out in the locker room of Keel when suddenly Olson gains the upper hand. Planting a knee into the midsection of Johnny, Olson then drops him to the ground with a hard DDT. Getting back up to his feet, Erik Olson gets back up to his feet and lifts Johnny Keel up with him. Looking towards the mirror, Olson then looks back at Keel and taunts him.]

Erik Olson: Take a good look in the mirror, Keel, take a good long hard look.

[Olson presses Keel's face into the mirror.]

Erik Olson: That is the face of a loser, a pathetic excuse of a wrestler. You're past your time Keel, it's time that you gracefully bow out, before I take you out... PERMANANTLY!

[With a quick movement, Olson takes his hand away and takes the back of his elbow and smacks Keel in the head, crushing his face into the glass. The glass cracks all around the face of Keel upon impact. The glass scratches the face of Johnny Keel a bit, not really opening him up, but leaving slight cuts.]

[Keel then drops to his knees, holding his face in pain as Olson backs away slowly, laughing to himself. Right before Olson walks out of the room, he stops at the door, holding it open and begins to speak.]

Erik Olson: I'll be waiting for that message that you want to send me, Keel.

[With his final words, Olson exits the room and closes the door behind him. Inside of the room, Johnny Keel still holding his face in pain. The camera then pans up towards the cracked mirror and slowly fades into the next.]

In another very spirited bout, fatigue eventually took its toll on Jimmy Sartyr, and Johnny Keel narrowly pulled off the victory to advance in the tournament. However, it was another very impressive outing by Jimmy Sartyr. Johnny Keel was sporting several bandages on his face as a result of the brutal attack by Erik Olson earlier today.

As this match was going on, Eric Dane made his way to ringside, only to be ejected by the official. However, following a miscue which led to the official being knocked out, Dane made another appearance and nailed Blair with the Star Driver, and then pulled Walker on top of Blair which ultimately led to a three count once the official woke up.

Dane and Walker then went to work on Blair, looking for revenge for Blair's attack on them last week. Mike Sloan ran in and made the save, however, and the result was an out of control brawl that ended the show.

I once again apologize for the horrible quality of Sunday Night Brawl this week. This is not the norm here in the CWF, and you certainly can expect better from here on in.