[Clips of Fall Fever.]
[Teddy Turnbuckle making his return.]
[Magnus Thunder returning to attack Blood.]
[Larry Tact and Jason Collins stealing the show.]
[Fade out.]
[The Sunday Night Brawl logo fades into the screen slowly.]
[The logo shatters into thousands of pieces and blows away like dust in the wind. We fade into a sold out Corel Center in Ottawa, Ontario.]
[The crowd is electric, as always, and they only get louder as a dazzling pyrotechnics display explodes at the entrance ramp. We cut to the announce table where Teddy Turnbuckle and Bobby Crane welcome us to the show.]
TT: Hello everybody and welcome to Sunday Night Brawl! I'm Teddy Turnbuckle, and alongside me is GPW's one and only "Beautiful" Bobby Crane! The sold out Corel Center in Ottawa, Ontario is on their feet as we come to you live, just one week removed from Fall Fever!
BC: That's right, Teddy! We had one hell of a night in Toronto last week. And by we, I of course mean the GPW! We retained the World Heavyweight Championship, and we now have the SOLE Commissioner of the CWF in the form of "The Golden One" Jeff Jericho!
TT: It definately was an unforgettable night. We saw the return of Magnus Thunder, as he and Maniac gave Blood the beating he deserved! Let's take a look!
[A clip from Fall Fever begins to play. Chiron picks off Blood and swings a hard right leg at Blood's ribs, but is caught and shoved backwards to the asphalt. Blood staggers, trying to maintain balance, when suddenly he roars and tears into Chiron with the force of a grizzly. Chiron is fully dazed and confused as he is finally overpowered. BLOOD LUST. LEGEND KILLER. Blood takes a sledgehammer to Chiron's legs and lower back. He throws aside the hammer and covers him.]
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[The crowd boos him out like they've never booed before. Garbage starts flying into the ring. Security hustles to stop several fans from jumping in the ring.]
LR: HE GETS IT! GOOD HEAVENS!!! Chiron is laying there in pain, brutally assaulted! What is wrong with the mind of this man that he would do such a thing as this!? He may be GPW, but I'm starting to think he's a little too dangerous for our side of the tracks!
BC: Uh...yeah...me too. Oh what the...he's asking for a mic instead of dragging him down?
[Blood grabs a mic and storms over to Chiron, both men wearing crimson masks over their countenances. Blood yanks Chiron up off the mat by his shirt collar, handing totall limp except for his head. He looks into Blood's burning eye through a haze.]
Blood: Chiron...you've lost. There is nothing left and now...you die. I've tried to be merciful to you, but you have rejected me. Although you let the thug out...you still have not given in to evil. But it is too late for you. The bell tolls for thee! Tell me flesh bag, do you have any last words?
Chiron: Yeah...y-you shouldn't have done that...
[A huge explosion and a blast of flame briefly illuminate the stage area as the lights cut out. Lightning strikes all four ring posts. A hulking figure is seen in the brief illumination the lightning creates, heaving Blood into the air. It is Magnus Thunder. And he has returned. The lightning strikes in rapid succession now, revealing all that transpires. He Thunderstorms Blood with extreme prejudice and tosses him to the center of the ring. He goes to Chiron and lays him over Blood.]
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LR: It's...Magnus...what does this mean!? He attacked a GPW member and...good heavens...what does this mean? He's Brother M. Along...
BC: It's....it's...it's...guh....ahhhhh!!!
[Magnus grabs Blood by the collar and drags him up to the grave, throwing him in the casket and hitting the lever to activate an automatic scoop that pushes the pile of dirt over the coffin. The lights return. Magnus returns to the ring to tend to Chiron, but GPW members and GPW security rush out to stop him.]
LR: YES! Here comes the cavalry!!! They've got Magnus fifteen to one!
BC: AHHHH!!! MAKE THAT TWO! HERE COMES MANIAC! He's leveling a bunch from behind with that metal pipe! SOMEONE CALL THE AUTHORITIES!!!
LR: MAGNUS IS TROUNCING THE REST OF THEM LIKE THEY'RE PAPER DOLLS!!!
[A trail of GPW litters the ramp and ring area, as Maniac climbs in the ring alongside his old comrade in arms. The two of them guard Chiron from any further attacks as EMT's rush out to the ring and haul Chiron away to the trauma center. Magnus watches with a look of failure on his face, but resoluteness remains. The two bump fists and leave the ring as it is prepared for the next bout. The scene changes back to the announce area.]
BC: Magnus sure made a huge return at Fall Fever, Teddy!
TT: Very true. We also saw one of the greatest matches I have ever seen, as Jason Collins beat Larry Tact for the Unified Championship!
BC: Not to mention Canada's very own Kris Lewis and Ricky Chambers making a huge impact! Lewis cheated his way through five competitors to win a shot at the Mid-Atlantic Championship, and Ricky Chambers was able to defeat Dan Lynch to win the Mid-Atlantic Championship!
TT: We have something going down backstage, Bobby!
NEVER TRUST A CANADIAN
[The scene quickly cuts to backstage. A bloodied Sam Banx lays on the floor with Kris Lewis standing above him.]
Kris Lewis: How you feeling there, Sam?
[Lewis boots Banx in the head again then grabs a steel chair that is sitting in the locker room. He wraps it around Banx' right ankle, then stomps on it. After a cruel snapping sounds, he stomps down on the chair one more time. Banx quickly grabs his ankle screaming in pain.]
Kris Lewis: Does that hurt, Sam? Does it?
[Lewis grabs the steel chair and smashes it in to Banx' face, knocking him out. He throws the chair to the side, then grabs a US flag which he brought in to the locker room. He lays it over top of Banx like a blanket.]
Kris Lewis: Another American's career tragically comes to an end. How pathetic.
[Lewis spits on the flag. He walks out of the locker room with a smile on his face as EMTs hurry in to help Banx. Greg Johnson walks in to the locker room to check on Banx.]
Greg Johnson: Is he going to be able to wrestle tonight, boys?
EMT: No. He has a broken ankle, and most likely, a concussion.
Greg Johnson: Damn!
[Greg walks out of the locker room with an angered look on his face. He makes his way to the entrance area for the event as "Voices" by Disturbed begins to play throughout the arena.]
TT: Well, Banx isn't in any condition to wrestle tonight Bobby, and it looks like our co-president has something to say as he makes his way to the ring!
[Greg steps in to the ring and is handed a microphone from an official outside of the ring.]
Greg Johnson: First things first. As most of you in the back already know, Zeb Rogers have both taken the night off, and Mark is still in the hospital. As a result, I am in charge tonight! Now, I hate to open this card with bad news, but it seems as if Sam Banx will be unable to compete tonight. So, as my first act tonight, I am hereby fining Kris Lewis fifty thousand dollars because of what he did to Sam Banx!
BC: Can he do that, Teddy?!
TT: I'm guessing so, because he just did that!
["Violence Fetish" by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena as Kris Lewis angrily walks out to the entrance area.]
Kris Lewis: You can't do that! Fifty thousand dollars?! That isn't even fair!
Greg Johnson: Do you think that I really care if it's fair or not?! Oh, and Kris, when you drop that money off at my office later tonight, that's fifty thousand american, not canadian! Now, I suggest that you go back to your locker room and get ready for your match. Because if you keep standing there, I'm likely to fine you another fifty thousand for looking like a retard!
BC: This Johnson needs to learn to respect our fellow Canadians!
[Lewis angrily walks to the back as Greg smiles.]
Greg Johnson: Now we have one pressing matter. Banx was scheduled to face Jason Collins tonight for the Unified Championship, and I can't really cancel that match. It just wouldn't be fair to do that to these great Canadian fans! So, what we're going to do is, I'm going to watch the next two matches. It will be the competitors of those matches that I will be picking from to see who will face Collins tonight! With that said, let's begin Sunday Night Brawl!
[Greg Johnson exits the ring and pulls up a chair next to the timekeeper.]
BC: Well, at least someone lucks out as a result of Sam Banx being injured.
TT: I guess that would be one way of looking at it.
TONY FLOYD VS TALON FROST
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
["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. He continues his walk down the aisle.]
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 he music slowly fades out.]
BC: The big man looks ready for this match!
["Voodoo" by Godsmack rings throughout the arena as Talon Frost walks out to an arena full of boos. Smoke flows throughout the entrance area as blue lights focus on him. He runs through the smoke and down the aisle. He stops before entering the ring, and looks around at the crowd.]
Announcer: And the opponent, hailing from Athens, Greece! He weighs in at two hundred fifteen pounds, TALON FROST!
[Frost slides in to the ring and instantly attack Floyd as the referee calls for the bell.]
*DING! DING! DING!*
TT: The bell sounds, and Frost is trying his best to start with taking the big man off of his feet! Frost hits the ropes...he slides under a big boot by Floyd, and dives up for a crucifix!
BC: Floyd drops Frost with a samoan drop, and he has the cover!
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BC: Floyd picks Talon back up, and irish whips him hard in to the corner! Floyd follows in for a big splash, but Talon moves out of the way!
TT: Talon jumps on Floyd and applies a sleeper hold! Floyd is stuggling, and he rams Talon hard back first in to the corner! Floyd grabs Frost and lifts him to his shoulder!
[Floyd walks out of the corner as Talon struggles. Talon falls forward and grabs Floyd's head for a DDT. Frost looks at Floyd, then hits the ropes. He dives off the middle rope for Raising Hell, but Floyd rolls out of the way. Frost is able to land on his feet, and nails Floyd with a knee lift as Floyd gets back to his feet.]
BC: Excellent in ring awareness by Frost!
TT: Frost jumps to the second turnbuckle...picture perfect springboard dropkick on Floyd! Frost picks Floyd back up...inside cradle! Frost has the pin!
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TT: Frost almost had him there! He picks Floyd back up...Floyd with a spinebuster! Floyd picks Frost back up again, and lifts him overhead! Military press slam! Floyd makes the pin!
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BC: Floyd picks Frost back up...chokeslam! Floyd picks Frost up, vertical suplex! Floyd makes another pin!
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TT: Frost isn't giving up that easy!
BC: Floyd picks him up...thumb to the eye by Frost! Frost with a boot...but Floyd catches his foot...enziguri!
[Frost looks at Floyd lying in the center of the ring, and quickly climbs to the top rope.]
TT: Frost with the Pentagram...no! Floyd moves out of the way, and Frost is back to his feet, holding his ribs in pain!
BC: Frost leans against the corner trying to catch his breath...massive clothesline in the corner by Floyd!
TT: Frost didn't see it coming! Floyd hits the ropes...big boot! Floyd with the big boot!
BC: Floyd's calling for The Bomb From Hell! He has Frost up...powerbomb! Another powerbomb...a third! He drills Frost with a fourth powerbomb, and has the pin!
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TT: Tony Floyd did it! What a match!
Announcer: Here is your winner, TONY FLOYD!
TT: What an amazing victory by Tony Floyd! You know that Greg has to be taking Tony Floyd in to consideration for facing Collins tonight!
BC: Well Frost didn't do too bad either. Floyd just was lucky enough to get the win.
TT: We have to take a commercial break, we'll be right back folks!
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
[The scene cuts in backstage in Kris Lewis' locker room where he and Ricky Chambers get ready for their match.]
Ricky Chambers: I can't believe Johnson fined you fifty thousand dollars!
Kris Lewis: I know, what an asshole! I mean, it's not like this is the first time that someone has been injured by another wrestler in the CWF!
Ricky Chambers: That's alright. We just need to concentrate on our match tonight.
A LETTER FROM THE BOSS
[A knock is heard at the door.]
Ricky Chambers: It's open,
[A man in a business suit walks in holding an envelope.]
Businessman: Kris Lewis?
Ricky Chambers: Not me. That's Kris Lewis.
Businessman: Mister Johnson told me to give you this.
[The man hands Lewis the envelope and walks out of the locker room. Lewis opens it, and looks at the paper inside. He looks on in disbelief.]
Kris Lewis: I'm going to kill him, Ricky!
Ricky Chambers: What are you talking about?
Kris Lewis: Look at this!
[Chambers looks at the paper as the scene cuts back to the ring.]
BC: What the hell was that all about?!
TT: I'm not sure, but it's time to go to the ring for our next match!
MID-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
PAUL NYCZ VS GINSU
TT: Next up we have a
match that will determine who gets a shot at the Mid-Atlantic title
next week on Brawl!
BC: Heh. Yeah!
I'm...so excited! [Feins sleep.]
TT:
Yes, that's why you're here at the announcer's table instead of
competing, Bobby. People thought the same thing about you! Let's go
to the ring!
Announcer:
The following contest in scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for a shot
at the Mid-Atlantic Title!
[“Huka Blues” by Harry
Slash and the Slashtones jazzes into the arena. The fans cheer as
pyro shoots off around the Arabian Legend, Ginsu.]
Announcer:
Introducing first, hailing from Bombay India! Weighting in at 245
pounds...The Arabian Legend....GIIIIINNNNSSSUUUU!!!
[Ginsu makes his way down to the
ring and flips over the top rope. He points to the sky and readies
himself for the fight as “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynrd
Skynrd twangs through the air.]
Announcer:
And his opponent, hailing from Birmingham Alabama! Weighing in at
255 pounds, PAAAULLL NYYYYYYCZ!!!
[Paul Nycz walks from the entry
onto the stage. He looks ready and willing to give a pummeling. The
big man climbs the steel steps and into the ring.]
*DING DING
DING*
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Ginsu with a quick assault! Elbow smash to Nycz and an Irish Whip
to the turnbuckle! Nycz reverses, sending Ginsu running to the
corner! Nycz follows up but gets hit with a flying kick as Ginsu
attacks from corner!
[Nycz reels a little, but seems
little fazed. Ginsu runs at him with an Arabian Drop Kick to the big
man, but Nycz pushes Gisnu right outta the air! Ginsu down as Nycz
heaves him off the mat into a series of fierce right hands. Ginsu
welcomes the pain but staggers from the intensity. Nycz throws him
to the ropes for a big power slam and a cover.]
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Off to an intense start for this match fans! Ginsu rolls to his
feet and mounts an attack on Nycz! Ginsu locks up with the big man
with some Trapping Headbutts! Nycz is badly dazed! Ginsu around
behind Nycz to the turnbuckle! He jumps off for a SUPER STUNNER!
AMAZING!
BC:
Now I'm awake! Ginsu makes a cover!
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[Ginsu wastes to time in going to
the top rope for a diving knee drop onto Nycz mid-section. He drags
Nycz over to the turnbuckle and hangs his legs over the top. Nycz is
trapped now as Ginsu takes a freight-train run at him for a
devastating dropkick to the face, but Nycz pulls off a mammoth
sit-up, and Ginsu hits the metal ringpost with pain to spare. Nycz
rises to the top turnbuckle and untangles himself. He jumps off and
connects with a super elbow smash. He slowly rises to his feet as
Ginsu lay writhing. He stomps hard on the hurt leg, taking out his
running ability. Nycz heaves Ginsu off the mat for a Human Frisbee!
Nycz heaves him off the mat one more time and hits the BRAIN BUSTER.]
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It's all over folks! The cover!!!
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Here is your winner...PAAAAUUULLL NYYYYYCZ!!!
BC:
So Nycz gets the title shot. BIG WHOOPDY! It just means more
screen time taken away from our real champ! NOT FAIR TO BLAIR!
TT: Nycz with an impressive victory here tonight, Bobby!
BC: It must have been impressive, Greg is giving Nycz applauds!
[Greg walks to the back as the view stays on the announce table.]
TT: Looks like Greg is going to wait to reveal his decision to us, Bobby!
BC: Sure looks that way. We need to take a commercial break!
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
[The scene cuts back in Greg Johnson's office. He is on the phone with someone.]
Greg Johnson: Yeah, Mark. The show's going great. We had a little problem in the beginning, but I took care of it.
SCREWING WITH A CANADIAN
[The office door slams open as an upset Kris Lewis storms in and slams the paper on Johnson's desk.]
Kris Lewis: What the hell is this?!
Greg Johnson: Can't you see I'm on the phone, Kris?
Kris Lewis: I don't care if you're on the phone!
Greg Johnson: Yeah, Mark. I gotta go. Kris Lewis is being a whiny little bitch right now. Talk to you later.
[Kris looks even more pissed off after Greg's comment. Greg hangs up the phone.]
Greg Johnson: Alright, Kris. What can I help you with?
Kris Lewis: You send your little American lackey to my locker room to give me this! What the hell do you think my problem is?!
[Greg grabs the paper and reads over it.]
Greg Johnson: "Mister Lewis, listed below are some of your recent actions in which you have left me no choice but to take action against. At Fall Fever 2005, you struck Ginsu with your Canadian flag. As a result, I am hereby fining you 10,000 dollars american. Also at Fall Fever 2005, you struck Paul Nycz with your Canadian flag. As a result, I am hereby fining you another 10,000 dollars american. In addition, I am fining you 60,000 dollars american for being a jackass. Adding that to the fine which I gave you earlier tonight, I now expect to see 130,000 dollars american on my desk before your match tonight. Happy Thanksgiving, jackass."
Kris Lewis: Do you know who in the hell you are dealing with, Greg?!
Greg Johnson: First of all, it's Mister Johnson to you, Kris! Second, I didn't write this. The only fine which I have given you was for injuring Sam Banx earlier tonight. This paper here, this isn't my doing.
[Kris looks at Greg confused.]
Kris Lewis: But that businessman said that it was from you.
Greg Johnson: Kris, I was at ringside for the last two matches, I'm telling you, this wasn't from me. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to call back the boss.
[Greg picks up the phone as Lewis walks out of the locker room confused. Lynch suddenly nails him from behind with a clothesline. He looks down at Lewis with a smile as he grabs the paper from him.]
Dan Lynch: Let's face it, Kris. You are a jackass!
[Chambers comes flying from around the corner, and Lynch quickly escapes the scene.]
Ricky Chambers: Are you okay, Kris?
Kris Lewis: Yeah, I'm fine. But Lynch, he's a dead man!
[The scene cuts to the announce table.]
TT: That was one of the strangest things I have ever seen.
BC: What a brilliant plan by Lynch! He was able to get Kris Lewis alone, just so he could attack him! Sheer genius!
"THE CANADIAN ICON" KRIS LEWIS/RICKY CHAMBERS VS DAN LYNCH/ONYX
Announcer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
["Your Stories, My Alibies" by Matchbook Romance erupts in the arena as Ricky Chambers and Kris Lewis walk out to the entrance area. The Canadian crowd erupts in cheers as Lewis waves the Canadian flag. Chambers smiles as he looks around around the sold out arena. The two make their way down the aisle with Lewis still waving the Canadian flag.]
Announcer: At a total combined weight of four hundred seventy pounds, "THE CANADIAN ICON" KRIS LEWIS AND RICKY CHAMBERS!
[Chambers and Lewis slide in to the ring. Chambers climbs up the turnbuckle showing off for the crowd as Lewis climbs up the opposite turnbuckle waving the Canadian flag. The music dies down as they both jump down from the turnbuckles. Lewis sets his Canadian flag up in the corner and they await their opponents.]
TT: This should be a good match, Bobby.
["Sex, Love, and Money" by Mos Def blasts throughout the arena as the crowd boos. Dan Lynch and Onyx appear at the entrance area.]
Announcer: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of four hundred seventy five pounds! They are DAN LYNCH AND ONYX!
[Both Dan Lynch and Onyx hesitate at the entrance area for a minute. They both rush to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and all four men begin to brawl.]
*DING! DING! DING!*
TT: This match is quickly started! Chambers has Onyx backed up against the rope, and hits him with a clothesline sending him to the outside!
BC: Lewis is pounding the hell out of Lynch...and sends him over the top rope with a clothesline of his own! The ref needs to take control of this match, Teddy!
[The ref forces Lewis to the outside of the ring. Onyx climbs to the apron, and Lynch slides back in tackling Chambers. He mounts Chambers hitting him with a series of rights to the face. He gets off of Chambers and delivers a back elbow to Lewis in the corner. Lewis quickly enters the ring, but the referee holds him back as Lynch chokes Chambers.]
TT: Lynch with an illegal choke while the ref's back is turned! Lynch applies a rear chin lock.
BC: These two had one hell of a battle at Fall Fever. It should be interesting to see how they compete tonight!
[Lynch applies more pressure as Chambers is able to get to his feet. Chambers hits Lynch with an elbow to the gut. He hits the ropes, but Lynch hits him with a devastating clothesline. Lynch hits the ropes and drops a knee to Chambers' skull. He makes the cover.]
BC: Lynch has the cover!
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TT: Lynch seems a little frustrated after that near fall, Bobby!
BC: Lynch picks Chambers back up...enziguri! Chambers with an enziguri!
TT: Chambers is crawling over to his corner, and he has the tag!
BC: And look at Lynch! He wants no part of Lewis as he quickly tags in Onyx!
[Onyx enters the ring and ducks a clothesline from Lewis. He boots Lewis in the gut and whips him to the ropes. Onyx connects with a flying forearm on Lewis and quickly makes the cover.]
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TT: Onyx picks Lewis back up, and whips him in to the ropes...Lewis reverses the whip!
BC: Chambers with a knee to Onyx' back from the outside, and Lewis hits a massive DDT! Lewis makes the cover!
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BC: And just like that, the momentum switches!
TT: Lewis applies a sharpshooter on Onyx! Onyx is screaming in pain as he drags himself to the ropes!
[Onyx grabs the bottom rope, and the referee calls for the break. Chambers kicks Onyx in the head from the apron as Lewis finally lets go. Lewis picks Onyx back up and whips him in to the ropes. Onyx hits Lewis with a spin wheel kick.]
TT: Here's the opening Onyx needed! He has to make a tag!
[Onyx crawls towards his corner. He reaches up to tag Lynch, but Lynch jumps down from the apron. Onyx pulls himself back to his feet and stares at Lynch in disbelief. Chambers hops down from the apron and makes his way towards Lynch as the referee exits the ring to stop him.]
BC: It looks like Lynch is giving up on Onyx, Teddy!
[As the referee holds Chambers back, Lewis grabs the Canadian flag from his corner. He swings the flag pull with full force, breaking it over the back of Onyx' head. He looks at Lynch who is heading up the entrance ramp, then pins Onyx. The referee slides back in to the ring to make the count.]
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TT: I think that was pretty much a spit in Lynch's face by Lewis, as he laid out Onyx with that Canadian flag!
Announcer: Here are your winners, "THE CANADIAN ICON" KRIS LEWIS AND RICKY CHAMBERS!
BC: Well, Onyx didn't really stand a chance. Midway through the match, Lewis left the ring!
INTERUPTING THE BOSS
[Scene cuts to Greg's office where he is back on the phone with Mark. Dan Lynch storms in to the office.]
Greg Johnson: Hey Mark. I have to go. Dan Lynch apparently has something to say to me. Hope to see you back soon.
[Greg hangs up the phone.]
Greg Johnson: Alright, Dan. What can I do for you?
Dan Lynch: I want my rematch for the Mid-Atlantic Championship, and I want it at the Halloween Extreme!
Greg Johnson: Whoa. Hold on. Why should I give you a rematch? You just left your partner in the ring high and dry tonight. What entitles you to a rematch?
Dan Lynch: Listen, Johnson! I don't care about that match tonight! It means nothing to me! You give me that rematch at the Halloween Extreme!
Greg Johnson: Tell you what. I'll think about it, Dan. And don't worry, you'll have my decision by the end of the night. Now, I have to get to the ring and make a little announcement.
[Greg exits his office followed by Lynch. The scene cuts to the front entrance area where "Voices" by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena. The crowd erupts in cheers as Greg Johnson walks to the ring. He grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.]
TT: I wonder if he's going to tell us who Collins is fighting tonight?
CWF UNIFIED CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JASON COLLINS VS MYSTERY OPPONENT
Greg Johnson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CWF Unified Championship! Introducing first...
["Survival Of The Sickest" by Saliva blasts throughout the arena as most of the fans rise to their feet. Jason Collins and Sienna step out from the curtain and onto the stage. The pair stand side by side and look around at this capacity crowd.]
I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's dress,
I'm the smile on every criminal you'll ever acquit.
I'm the things you've done you'll never admit.
'Cause one hand is on the bible and the others in shit
[Collins smiles then he drops down on one knee and raises his Unified Championship in the air while Sienna stands behind him with her arms also raised into the air. Pyro blasts off to left and right of both of them.]
Right now, your face is in the crowd, I'm shouting out loud, the one you counted out of the game.
Oh wow, take a good look at me now, should have never had a doubt, is that you I hear screaming my name
Greg Johnson: From Beverly Hills, California! He is being led to the ring by the beautiful, Sienna! He weighs in at two hundred fourty five pounds, and is the CWF Unified Champion, "ALL THAT" JASON COLLINS!
[Several seconds later, Collins gets up off his knee, draping the Unified Championship across his shoulder. He and Sienna head down the aisle towards the ring. They arrive at the steel steps, Sienna stays outside the ring and leans on the apron as Collins turns left and faces the cameraman, he looks into the camera and checks to see if his hair is ok.]
I'm a roller, I'm a rider, number one motherfuckin' survivor.
So move over, I'm the driver, and I'm high and I'm gonna keep getting higher, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Collins climbs up the steps and enters the ring. In the ring, he moves over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it, raising both arms into the air once again. He flexes his muscles and then kisses his left bicep before climbing down and leaning up against the buckle. Sienna stands on the outside applauding. His music then slowly fades out and the crowd retake their seats as he hands the referee the Unified Championship.]
TT: This will be Jason Collins' first title defense, Bobby! It'll be interesting to see how he does.
BC: Well, he's in a tough spot, Teddy! I'm sure that he's been focusing on facing Banx all week, but that isn't his opponent anymore!
Greg Johnson: And the challenger...
[The crowd grows silent as they await Collins' 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. Collins looks on with a smile as the big man walks down the aisle.]
Greg Johnson: 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 he music slowly fades out. The referee shows him the Unified Championship as Greg leaves the ring and heads towards the back. The referee hands the belt to an official on the outside, and calls for the bell.]
TT: And this match is underway. Tony Floyd definately has the size advantage in this unexpected match made by Co-President Greg Johnson!
BC: Well, it was originally going to be Sam Banx and Jason Collins fighting for the Unified Championship, but Banx was found injured and unconscience in the back. Greg came out and made an executive decision for Tony Floyd to wrestle in Banx' place!
[Collins and Floyd lock up and Floyd instantly overpowers Collins in to the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Floyd backs off. Floyd attempts another collar and elbow tie up but Collins ducks under. He pushes Floyd up against the ropes for a roll up pin, but Floyd holds the top rope.]
BC: Floyd stops the roll up, big boot...no! Collins ducks under the boot!
TT: Collins hops on top of Floyd with a sleeper hold! Floyd crushes Collins back first in to the corner! He grabs Collins for an irish whip, and pulls him chest first back in to the corner!
[Floyd follows through with a clothesline to Collins' back then hits the far ropes. He rushes at Collins for a big boot but Collns hits a reverse elbow to Floyd's face. Collins makes the cover.]
BC: Collins has the cover!
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TT: Collins almost had him off of that reverse elbow! Collins applies a reverse chin lock, but Floyd is back to his feet in no time!
BC: Floyd pushes Collins off in to the ropes, and Collins falls after a shoulder block attempt!
TT: What was Collins thinking? This man is like twice his size!
BC: Floyd hits the ropes as Collins gets back to his feet. Collins drops to the mat forcing Floyd to jump over him...Collins with a picture perfect dropkick as Floyd rebounded from the ropes!
TT: Collins needs to think of a gameplan here, Bobby! He's facing a big man, and he's not getting much offense against him!
[Sienna cheers on the outside as Collins leaps to the top rope. Floyd slowly gets up as Collins dives off the top with a moonsault. Floyd catches him, but Collins is able to struggle and drop Floyd with a reverse DDT.]
BC: Collins with a reverse DDT! He makes the cover!
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TT: Another near fall by Collins!
[The crowd begins chanting Collins.]
BC: The crowd is really getting behind the Unified Champion here, Teddy!
TT: Collins picks Floyd up and whips him to the corner...Floyd reverses the whip! What a clothesline by Floyd!
BC: Floyd hits the far ropes...big boot! Floyd damn near decapitated Collins with that shot! Floyd makes the cover!
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BC: Did he get it?
TT: The ref is saying that he didn't! Collins barely got his foot on the bottom rope!
[Floyd picks Collins back up and drills him repetatively in the face with a series of headbutts. Floyd then lifts Collins in to the air and applies a bear hug.]
BC: Floyd with a bear hug! He could be a matter of seconds away from victory!
TT: Collins is screaming in pain from the devastating move! I don't think Collins has much fight left in him.
[Collins extends his arms outwards, then claps them shut on to Floyd's ears. Floyd drops Collins, and Collins follows up with a dropkick to the knee. Floyd drops to the mat, and Collins slowly uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Floyd slowly gets back up as well and attempts to clothesline Collins out of the ring, but Collins ducks under.]
TT: Collins with a dropkick to Floyd's back, and Floyd is leaning against the top rope for support!
[Collins looks at the slumped over Floyd. Collins runs towards the corner, leaps to the top rope, and dives off hitting Floyd in the back of the neck with a leg drop sending both men to the outside.]
TT: What a move by Collins! It's not often that we see Collins go for those high flying moves, but he really doesn't have any other kind of defense against Floyd!
BC: The ref starts his count.
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TT: Collins reaches his feet, and rolls back in the ring. He rolls back out and picks Floyd up...vertical suplex on the outside!
BC: Collins is back to his feet, and he picks Floyd up. He rolls Floyd in to the ring and slides in behind him.
[Collins waits for Floyd to get back to his feet and boots him in the gut.]
TT: JC CUTTER! Collins with the JC Cutter!
BC: He should be going for the cover here, but it looks like he's going to the top rope instead!
[Collins stands perched on the top rope, not noticing Larry Tact running to ringside. Tact hits Sienna with a devastating clothesline as Collins delivers an elbow drop to Floyd. Collins hypes the crowd up as he calls for the Reality Check. The referee notices Sienna laying on the outside and slides out of the ring to check on her.]
TT: Tact is sick! He just attacked Sienna, and our ref is checking to make sure that she's okay.
BC: Well Tact is over by us now, as it looks like he's grabbing the Unified Championship belt!
TT: Collins has Floyd up!
[Before Collins hits the Reality Check, he notices the referee checking on Sienna. He drops Floyd and walks over to the ropes to see what's happening. Tact slides in to the ring and awaits Collins to turn around. Collins turns back around, and Tact drills him in the skull with the belt. Tact slides back out of the ring and drops the belt.]
TT: What a bastard! Tact just nailed Collins with the championship!
BC: Well, the referee is getting back in to the ring as EMTs have come out to help Sienna.
[Floyd, unknowing of what happened waits by the ropes as Collins slowly gets back to his feet.]
TT: Floyd with the big boot! He picks Collins up, and it looks like he's going for the Bomb From Hell!
BC: There's the first powerbomb...and a second....a third...a fourth powerbomb, and Floyd has the pin!
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BC: Tony Floyd has done it!
TT: He sure did, but it's all thanks to Larry Tact!
Announcer: Here is your winner, and the NEW CWF Unified Champion, TONY FLOYD!
BC: Look at the smile on Tact's face!
TT: I don't think that this is over, Bobby! Tact better watch his back!
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
[The scene cuts to Greg's office once again where he is filling out paperwork. The door opens as he looks up.]
AN OLD FACE RETURNS
Greg Johnson: Well, if it isn't Pledge Allegiance. To what do I owe this visit?
Pledge Allegiance: Well, Greg. I don't know if Mark told you yet, but I signed a contract with the CWF.
Greg Johnson: Really? So the CWF has Pledge back?
Pledge Allegiance: That's right, Greg.
Greg Johnson: Well, that's great. But I know that you didn't just come in here to tell me that you signed with the CWF again. So what do you want?
Pledge Allegiance: I figured since I'm back with the CWF, I need to make an impact. Any ideas on how we can make that happen?
Greg Johnson: Oh yeah. I think I have a great idea on how you can make an impact. Just sign this paper here.
[Pledge looks over the paper and smiles. He signs his name on the line and shakes Greg's hand. Pledge leaves the office as Greg smiles and continues his paperwork. The scene cuts back to the announce table.]
TT: Did you see that, Bobby?! Pledge is back!
BC: I must say, that's a big sign for the CWF. The only question is, what exactly was he signing?!
CWF NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
CHEMICAL X VS VINNY "LAS VEGAS" WILLIAMS
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CWF National Championship! Introducing first...
["Dipset Anthem" by Dipset blasts throughout the arena as Chemical X steps out to the entrance area. The crowd erupts in boos as X slowly makes his way down the aisle showing off his National Championship.]
Announcer: From Brooklyn, New York! He weighs in at two hundred seventy nine pounds! He is the CWF National Champion, CHEMICAL X!
[X slides under the bottom rope, and once again displays his championship for the crowd. He hands his championship to an official on the outside and awaits Vinny Williams.]
TT: We still haven't seen who the referee will be for this match, Bobby!
["Shout 2000" by Disturbed hits the arena as Vinny Williams makes his way to the entrance area.]
Announcer: And the challenger, from Jacksonville, Florida! He weighs in at two hundred seventy five pounds, VINNY "LAS VEGAS" WILLIAMS!
[Vinny rushes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He raises his arms in the air looking at the capacity crowd. His music suddenly cuts off as "Exploder" by Audioslave blasts throughout the arena. X quickly looks up at the entrance ramp where Angus walks out.]
BC: It's Angus! Angus is here!
Angus: It feels damned good to be back in a CWF ring! I just...I just wish it were for a match. I mean Chemical X, we've got unfinished business as it pertains to that title you're defending tonight, and who knows what to expect when I make my full in-ring return in two weeks.
BC: Full in-ring return? What does that mean?
Angus: So in the meantime, I'll have to suffice with the opportunity laid at hand for me!
[Angus drops the mic, yanks off the shirt to reveal the ref stripes. He runs to the ring, slides under the bottom ropes, and calls for the bell.]
TT: Angus calls for the bell, and this match will start!
BC: I'm not sure that X has a chance to survive this one, Teddy! The deck is definately stacked in the CWF's favor!
[X locks up with Williams and takes quick advantage pushing Williams to the ropes. X delivers a knee to the gut and whips WIlliams in to the ropes. He catches Williams on the rebound with a clothesline.]
BC: X takes the quick advantage here, as he hits Williams with a clothesline. X picks Williams back up...looks like a piledriver attempt...but Williams reverses it with a back body drop!
TT: Williams is backing off now, awaitng X to get back to his feet. X is back to his feet.
[X goes for the clothesline, but WIlliams ducks under and rolls X up for a pin.]
TT: Williams has the pin!
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BC: X quickly back to his feet, and this time he connects with the clothesline! X picks Williams back up and smashes him face first in to the turnbuckle!
[X whips Williams to the opposite corner and runs in for a big boot, but Williams moves out of the way. Williams grabs X from behind and delivers a german suplex.]
BC: Williams is slow to get back to his feet, but quickly hits the ropes. X is back to his feet, and he catches Williams with a powerslam for the pin!
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BC: X almost had him there!
TT: A little surprised, Bobby? Angus has been calling this one right down the middle!
[X slides out of the ring and grabs the chair from the timekeeper. He slides back in to the ring, but Angus grabs the chair from him. Angus throws the chair to the outside, and X pushes him arguing with him.]
TT: I don't think X liked Angus taking that chair from him, Bobby! Williams from behind with another quick roll up!
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TT: X almost launched Williams in to Angus, but Williams was able to stop himself before making contact. Williams is making sure that Angus is alright, and he turns his focus back on X...LOW BLOW! Angus just hit Williams with a low blow!
BC: X with an inside cradle!
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TT: What the hell was that all about?!
BC: I don't know, but Chemical X has retained the National Championship for GPW!
Announcer: Here is your...
[Angus grabs the microphone from the announcer. He pushes the announcer out of the ring, and raises X's arm high in to the air.]
Angus: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF National Champion, CHEMICAL X!
TT: Did I just see that right, Bobby?! Did Angus just give Chemical X the win?!
BC: He not only gave X the win, but he just showed that Maniac may possibly not be the biggest brown noser in the CWF!
VENTING FRUSTRATION
[The scene cuts to Collins' locker room where Sienna is still massaging here neck after Tact's attack on here.]
Sienna: Don't worry, baby. I'm fine.
Jason Collins: Tact is going to pay for what he did to you!
Sienna: Jas, calm down. Look, I'm not happy about what happened either. But trust me, baby. It isn't worth it. You don't have to bring yourself to his level.
Jason Collins: Maybe you're right, babe.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
[The scene returns to the announce table.]
TT: What a night it's been so far! We crowned a new Unified Champion! We saw Angus help Chemical X retain the National Championship! We saw Kris Lewis get fined for an attack on Banx at the beginning of the show!
BC: That's right, Bobby! And now it's time for our main event!
NON-TITLE MATCH
"THE RULER" PAUL BLAIR VS LARRY TACT
[The BlairVision Theme blasts throughout the arena to a crowd full of boos. Paul Blair walks out to the entrance with Robin Cradle.]
Announcer: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Robin Cradle!
[Blair arrogantly walks down the aisle displaying his World Heavyweight Championship for the booing crowd.]
Announcer: Hailing from River Falls, Wisconsin! He weighs in at two hundred seventy five pounds, and is the CWF World Heavyweight Champion! "THE RULER" PAUL BLAIR!
[Blair walks up the steps and enters the ring as Robin stands on the outside. Blair takes his championship off and once again displays it for the sold out crowd to see. The BlairVision Theme fades as Blair hands his championship to an official on the outside.]
TT: This sold out crowd in Ottawa hates Blair!
BC: What's there to hate about him? The man's a god!
["Karma" by Diffuser erupts in the arena as the crowd continues to boo. Larry Tact walks out to the entrance.]
Announcer: And his opponent! From Manhattan, New York! He weighs in at two hundred fifty two pounds, LARRY TACT!
[Tact looks around at the green and blue lights forming the word "TACT" in the crowd. He smiles briefly, then continues his walk down the aisle. Before he enters the ring, he checks out Robin at ringside. A smile comes to his face once again as he climbs up the steps, still looking at Robin. He quickly turns his focus towards Blair as he steps in to the ring.]
TT: The question that everyone is asking is can Tact rebound after losing his Unified Championship to Collins at Fall Fever?
BC: Well, he did get some vengeance earlier tonight as he costed Collins that Unified Championship!
*DING! DING! DING!*
TT: That's the opening bell.
BC: What the hell?! Here comes Collins!
[Collins slides in to the ring and instantly attacks Tact. Blair smiles as he slides out of the ring and grabs his championship. He grabs Robin and the begin walking back up the entance ramp watching as Tact and Collins throw rights back and forth.]
TT: I think Tact just won by disqualification, Bobby!
BC: The match hadn't even started yet!
Announcer: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification...
["Voices" by Disturbed suddenly erupts in the arena as Greg Johnson walks out to the entrance area, microphone in hand.]
BC: What does he want?!
Greg Johnson: Stop it! Stop it now!
[Tact, Collins, and Blair all look up at the entrance area.]
Greg Johnson: This has gone too far! Tact, Collins, you two have some issues to work out! So next week, we're going to have a Fall Fever rematch!
[The crowd erupts in cheers.]
Greg Johnson: It will be Jason Collins one on one with Larry Tact! And the winner...the winner will be the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship at the Halloween Extreme! And Blair, if you even come near the ring during that match next week, I will strip you of that World Heavyweight Championship and suspend you without pay for a month! Oh, and one more thing Blair. Halloween Extreme, I have signed a special guest referee for your match...PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE!
[The crowd continues to cheer as security members step out to the entrance area.]
Greg Johnson: Security, get those men out of my ring!
[The security members quickly get to the ring and personally escort Tact and Collins out of the ring. Blair walks to the back pissed off as Greg Johnson enters the ring.]
Greg Johnson: October 30th will be a big day for the CWF as we make our way to Salem, Massachusetts for the Halloween Extreme. The Halloween Extreme has hosted some of the greatest matches in the CWF over the years, but this year, we're going to revolutionize the world of the CWF at the Halloween Extreme! In an executive decision with Mark Xamin and Zeb Rogers, we have decided that the fans will have a say in what all happens on October 30th, and they can start with the match which I am announcing right now!
TT: What does he mean by the fans have a say in the show?!
Greg Johnson: At the Halloween Extreme, the Mid-Atlantic Championship will be on the line! What about Ricky Chambers and Dan Lynch, part two! Actually, better yet, let's make it Ricky Chambers, Dan Lynch, and Kris Lewis in a triple threat match! What is it that you fans want?! Do you want a ladder match?! What about a steel cage match?! Or maybe this CWF crowd would like to see Chambers, Lynch, and Lewis take their feud on for an hour in an ironman match! Ladies and gentlemen, this has just begun! October 30th marks the greatest CWF show to date! You can take my word on that!
TT: Halloween Extreme is gonna be crazy! Our first match is signed, fan's participation!
BC: Salem is going to explode on the 30th!
TT: We're out of time folks, see you next week on ESPN!
[The scene fades out as Greg begins to leave the ring.]