[The Sunday Night Brawl logo fades into the screen slowly.]

[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 am Teddy Turnbuckle, alongside me is "Beautiful" Bobby Crane! This sold out crowd in the Copps Coliseum here in Hamilton is on their feet!

BC: Who can blame them?! Last week's Brawl was simply amazing, and this week won't be any different, Teddy!

TT: Well, Greg sure stirred things up last week. And as a result, we have two huge main events tonight!

BC: That's right, Greg! Jason Collins is going to be going one on one with Larry Tact in a huge Fall Fever rematch! And this time, it won't be the Unified Championship on the line...instead, it will be for the number one contendership to my man, Paul Blair's World Heavyweight Championship!

TT: That is going to be phenomenal, and it's all thanks to Tact's and Collins' problems from last week...let's take a look!

[A clip of last week's Brawl begins to play. The clip shows Tact's interference costing Jason Collins the Unified Championship. The clip quickly changes to the main event where Collins attacks Tact. The scene quickly changes back to the announce table.]

TT: Hamilton is in for a real treat tonight, Bobby!

BC: It will be one hell of a main event.

TT: And let's not forget our other main event for the night. The World Heavyweight Champion will have to do battle with the returning giant, Magnus Thunder!

BC: I don't know what the hell Greg is thinking, signing Blair to face that stupid ogre! It's just not fair!

["Play The Game" by Motorhead blasts throughout the arena as Jericho and Blair step out to the entrance stage. Blair raises his championship in the air as the crowd erupts in boos. Both men start walking down the aisle, taunting the crowd.]

Announcer: Please welcome the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, "THE RULER" PAUL BLAIR! And the commissioner of the CWF, "THE GOLDEN ONE" JEFF JERICHO!

BC: The commish is back!

[Blair and Jericho both make their way up the steps and climb in to the ring.]

Paul Blair: You know, Jeff...I thought you said we'd be in Blair country this week, but this looks more like the stinkhole that Mark Xamin resides in! Now that I think of it Jeff, I've only known one great thing to ever come from this stupid country...and that's you!

Jeff Jericho: Enough of the small talk, Paul. It's time that the commissioner starts doing his job. And I will start with tonight's main events! Last week, Greg took it upon himself to sign Jason Collins and Larry Tact in a number one contendership match here tonight! Well, I'm sorry to disappoint this crowd...actually, I'm not, but Jason Collins and Larry Tact will not have their match tonight!

[The crowd erupts in boos.]

Jeff Jericho: Now that that's settled, let's talk about the other main event that Greg has signed...Magnus Thunder facing the World Champion in a non-title match! Now Greg, I will be the first to say...that's just not fair to Blair! Blair has come out here, week after week. He has beat every man that you have thrown at him! But Magnus Thunder? Come on, Greg! Magnus has been low end since his first return to the CWF! He lives on the moment of ALMOST beating Mike Stewart for the World Championship! Sorry to say, Magnus will NOT have his match tonight against Blair. He doesn't deserve a match with the champ! It's as simple...

["Voices" by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers. Greg Johnson steps out to the entrance stage, microphone in hand.]

TT: And there's the co-president of the CWF!

Greg Johnson: Welcome back, Jeff. How was your vacation?

Jeff Jericho: Screw you!

Greg Johnson: Now, did I hear you right? You actually think that you have the authority to cancel my main events tonight?! I don't think so, commish!

Jeff Jericho: I do what I want, when...

Greg Johnson: Shut up, Jeff! Nobody wants to hear you whine! Last week, I announced that Collins and Tact would fight tonight for the number one contendership for Blair's title, and by god, we're having that match, whether you like it or not! And as far as Blair and Magnus tonight...you want to cancel that match, well that's just too bad! See Jeff, when Blair became the World Champion at Summer Smash, he had to sign a new contract regarding his participation here in the CWF. If you read through that contract, it states that Mark Xamin can sign Paul Blair in any kind of match that he wants, at any time! And, as far as Blair and Magnus go tonight, I have that contract...signed by the founder and owner himself! That means, the match is still on!

Jeff Jericho: You can't do that!

Greg Johnson: Jericho, Blair...I suggest both of you get the hell out of my ring before I have security remove you from my ring!

["Voices" by Disturbed erupts in the arena again to a crowd full of cheers. Greg walks to the back with an upset Blair and Jericho still standing in the ring.]

TT: So our main events are still on, Bobby! We'll be right back folks!

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[“Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynrd Skynrd twangs its way through the air. Red, white, and blue pyro shoots into the air from either side of the entry. Paul Nycz steps out and poses to a chorus of boos. He smiles at the crowd despite it and struts like brute down the ramp.]

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from Birmingham Alabama! Weighing in at two-hundred fifty-three pounds...PAAAAUUULLL NYYYYYCZ!!!

[Paul raises his arms on each turnbuckle, jeering back at the audience before steeping back down to the canvas.]

BC: Hey Nycz! You lost the war, get over it!

TT: Paul Nycz has a distinct weight advantage over Chambers, but the Canadian scrapper holding the Mid-Atlantic belt has slain his share of giants before!

BC: That's right! But it was a GPW giant! And Chambers just might pay for that little stunt in the near future!

[“Your Stories, My Alibis” strums away as Canadian colors flash over the ring. A huge maple leaf shines over the entry as Chambers steps out to the stage with the Mid-Atlantic belt. He kisses two sets of fingers off to the crowd, pats his chest and points to the sky.]

Announcer: His opponent, hailing from London Ontario! Weighing it at two-hundred thirty-five pounds, he is the CWF Mid-Atlantic Champion... THE REAL DEAL RICKY CHAAAAMBERS!

TT: Hold on a minute! He's being followed by Kris Lewis sans Flag!

BC: Let's see how Greg Johnson handles this one! No flags, but we've all been decorated Canadian! HAH!

TT: But there has to be more to this story than rebellion! Chambers into the ring now as Kris Lewis takes his unwarranted place at ringside. PAUL NYCZ CHARGES IN FROM BEHIND!

[Chambers crashes to the mat, followed by Nycz who slams Chambers' head into the mat half-dozen times. The bell is struck and the ref tries to break the onslaught. Nycz picks off Chambers with a full wrist-lock and brings a hard fist down on his shoulder. Chambers drops to one knee as Nycz puts on the pressure. Chambers fights back to his feet, reversing the wrist-lock with an amazing display of agility. Nycz in a wristlock as Chambers kicks him hard in the ribs, followed by an arm-drag takedown by Chambers. Nycz rolls to his feet and charges Chambers once again but is caught in an Irish Whip. Nycz reverses and Chambers ducks a clothesline on the rebound, coming back with a running drop kick that sends Nycz to the mat. Chambers grinds his elbow into Nycz's face and slaps him as he gets up. Nycz gets to his feet in a rage and charges at Chambers who escapes to the outside.]

BC: HAHA! Chambers likes to bite off more than he can chew! Now he's got to deal with a slobbering idiot who's also really mad!

TT: Indeed it is Chambers who has lit the fire, the ref backs Nycz off to the other side and starts the count. Chambers is conferring with Lewis about something, and it can't possibly be good. He's slithering back into the ring now and meets a fuming Nycz who just locked up with the Mid-Atlantic Champ!

[Nycz unloads with a series of right hands that send Chambers into a daze. He staggers around the ring as Nycz ends it with a powerful running clothesline and goes for the cover.]

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TT: Chambers once again proves his resilience! This is one tough Canuckle Head! But he may not last long tonight! Nycz picks him off and hits an Arm Breaker to add to the pain!

[Chambers is doubled over in pain, Nycz picking him off once more and throwing him to the turnbuckle. Nycz stands on the second buckle and slams a ten rights into Chambers' head with a running count from the audience. He gets down and gives Chambers a few shoulder thrusts to the mid-section. Chambers staggers forward but loses his strength and falls to the mat. Nycz goes to the top rope, coming down with a flying body splash that misses horribly as Chambers is pulled to the outside by Lewis. The ref gives a stern warning to Lewis who tells the ref to kiss off. The ref begins a count. Chambers is half dead outside the ring, but sucks it up and gets back in. Nycz is on his feet and gets stung by a wild right from Chambers. Nycz slaps Chambers across the face and boots him in the mid-section, taking him down with a bulldog. He picks off chambers. LOW BLOW. Nycz hits the mat holding the jewels. Chambers, regaining some coherence, starts to picks off Nycz. Chambers attempts a suplex but can't find the strength. Nycz gouges the eyes and rakes the face. Lewis tries to step into the ring, who is stopped by the ref. Lewis stands on the apron arguing with the ref, then signals Chambers.]

BC: What is going between these two? Chambers Irish Whips Nycz with all he has left! KRIS LEWIS WORKS THE REF RIGHT INTO THE PATH OF NYCZ! THE REF IT KNOCKED TO THE OUTSIDE!

TT: Kris Lewis is climbing in the ring now is attacking a dumbfounded Nycz! CANADIAN CRUNCH!!! MY WORD! He pulls Chambers over Nycz convulsing body!

[Lewis hops out of the ring and sees to the ref, trying to revive him. The ref awakens, not knowing what all happened and slips back into the ring for a three count.]

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Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF Mid-Atlantic Champion, RICKYYYYYY CHAAAAMBERS!!!

BC: HAH! Bad guy gets beat by bad guys! I LOVE IT!

TT: He's a cheat, Bobby! If Jericho wasn't commissioner I'd clock him myself!

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[“Violence Fetish” by Disturbed chugs into the coliseum. Out onto the entry steps “The Canadian Icon” Kris Lewis, looking none too happy with not having a flag to brandish. He makes his way to the ring without flash, but steps in with a self-deprecating pose.]

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from Calgary Alberta! Weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds, “THE CANADIAN ICON” KRIIIIIIIIIS LEWIIIIIIS!!!

TT: Ol' Greg Johnson is gonna be watching this one like a hawk! He's after this guy for any reason, but with his attitude, he deserves it!

BC: It's a travesty! Someone should call Amnesty! PETA! NAACP!

TT: Dumber by the minute...

[“Open Your Eyes” by Alter Bridge blares over the PA. Floyd makes his appearance to the pop of thousands. He carries his belt over one shoulder and strides down to the ring, staring holes in Kris Lewis.]

Announcer: His opponent, hailing from Hell New Mexico! Weighing in at three-hundred forty-six pounds, he is the CWF Unified Champion, TOOONYYYY FLOOOOOYYYD!!!

[Floyd grabs the top rope and steps over it. He hands the belt off to the ref.]

DING DING DING

TT: And they're off! Floyd and Lewis lock up tight...Floyd pushes Lewis to the corner with no problems! The ref backs him off, but a BIG SLAP to the chest of Lewis before he does! Lewis comes forward with another lock up, and takes Floyd into a jawbreaker!

[Floyd holds his jaw but is little fazed. Two right hands and a roundhouse right is Lewis' answer as he hits the mat from the sheer power. Floyd picks off Lewis by his neck and throws him to the ropes, catching him with a back body drop on the rebound. Lewis is quick to his feet, however, and rakes the eyes. He slaps an arm bar on Floyd and beats on his right arm. Floyd powers out and picks Lewis up off the mat in a Gorilla Press. Lewis becomes best friends with the mat. Floyd attempts a leg drop but Lewis rolls away and capitalizes with a shin kick to the face. Floyd slowly rising to his feet. Lewis with a double-axe handle across Floyd's back, but the big man fights through with a couple right hands. Floyd whips Lewis to the ropes, missing with a clothesline. Lewis connects with a dropkick on the rebound staggering Floyd backwards. He runs around behind Floyd and puts him across his shoulders.]

BC: What a display of strength! He drops him with a fallaway slam! Lewis flips Floyd over for a Boston Crab! The ref is asking for a tap! NO! FLOYD POWERS OUT!!

TT: Lewis just got sent across the ring like a clay pigeon! Tony gets back to his feet and picks off Lewis...BIG GERMAN SUPLEX! A COVER!

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[Floyd is backed off by the ref, and Lewis struggles to his feet. Floyd picks him off but Lewis locks up with the big man, hammering away with some fierce right hands that manage to back Floyd into a turnbuckle. Lewis climbs to the second with a few solid blows to the jaw before Floyd manages to shove him to the mat. Floyd staggers forward and falls right into a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for a cover.]

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[Lewis picks off Floyd and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Floyd catches a drop kick that sends him to the mat. Lewis grabs a leg and hits an elbow drop on Floyd's right knee. Lewis rises to his feet and comes at Floyd, who kicks him away and rises to his feet. The two lock up, but Floyd knees Lewis in the mid-section twice and shoves him to the mat. Floyd brings down a few stomps on Lewis' mug. Floyd picks him off and bod slams him, going off the ropes for a huge elbow drop. He gets to his feet and picks off Lewis for a huge POWERBOMB. He goes for a cover.]

TT: HERE COME CHAMBERS! Isn't there a rule enforcer around here? He slides into the ring, and has the ref's attention! Floyd gets to his feet and goes after Chambers as the ref tries to maintain! Lewis just rolled out of the ring! He's going for something under the apron. IT'S AN AMERICAN FLAG! HE'S GOING TO DESECRATE OUR FLAG! HE TAKES IT AFTER FLOYD!

[Floyd turns back to see the Stars and Stripes smack him square in the face like a baseball bat. Lewis throws the flag to the outside. He displays his strength and hits the CANADIAN CRUNCH for the second time tonight. Chambers relents and the ref counts the fall.]

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[Suddenly BlairVision theme starts up and out strolls the World Champ. Paul Blair is holding his World Title over his left shoulder as Robin Cradle leads him to the ring. Blair is sipping water as he walks up the aisle. The fans are giving him all kinds of boos as he struts to the ring with a huge grin on his face. Robin lets him in the ring and he grabs a mic. He waits a few moments for the crowd to quiet down and then speaks.]

Blair: Good evening Hamilton, and welcome to Sunday Night Blair!

[Chorus of boos are heard throughout the building]

Blair: Oh I love each and every one of you peons too. Now onto tonight. Ladies and gentlemen I decided this week to give each of you - my favorite peons - a treat tonight. That's right. I decided that being the World Champ, I should make my match tonight a World Title match.

[Fans are going nuts at the thought of Magnus Thunder being the new World Champ]

Blair: That's right. Paul Blair will defend this historical title right here in Hamilton, Ontario!!

[Blair pauses as he listens to the fans cheer]

Blair: I made my mind up earlier in the week that it was time that I, the greatest and hardest working champion of all time, used my power to change my match on the night of the show.

[Fans seem to not think he's the hardest working champ as they boo his statement]

Blair: Oh it's true. I'm the hardest working champ in the history of this federation. Why just two weeks ago, I defended this title. And it wasn't just any match. Oh no, it was a loser leaves town match. So I had the added pressure of not just keeping my title but my job. And here I sit still holding this great title.

[Fans continue to boo as Blair pauses to get another drink of his water]

Blair: But then I arrived at the arena tonight and something changed. I noticed all of your signs as you were walking in the arena. Some said "Blair sucks!" Others said, "Paul Blair: Biggest Waste of space ever". One even dared to say that "Blair dare to be fair, and give us a real champ". And it donned on me, maybe you people just don't really like me.

[Fans are cheering this idea]

Blair: And that's alright. To be perfectly honest, I can't stand any of you. And to be fair. Afterall, if Pau Blair is anything, it's fair. And to be fair, I don't really think any of you deserve to be in my presence. So after almost going to the front office and having this match changed, I decided that it would be best if the "hardest working champ in CWF History" kept this match a non-title.

[Fans begin booing and chanting about how Blair sucks. Blair takes a sip of water and continues]

Blair: Plus I thought about how much my opponent tonight really deserved a shot at this title. I mean really what has Magnus Thunder ever really done in this ring. I looked back in the history books and what did I discover. Magnus Thunder has really never done a damn thing to make him worthy of a title match with me. I mean the only title he ever won was a tag title in 2001. A former tag champion? Puh-lease, I'm supposed to give a World Title shot to someone who needs another guy to help him wear any gold.

No, if I am going to give anyone a title shot, they are going to have paid their dues and won title after title here in the CWF. I mean they will have to have worn gold for months and months. They will have to have lost blood, sweat and tears in MY ring if they want to be deemed worthy of a title match. That's what I did to win this title. And I will not sit around and just hand title matches out to people who aren't worthy of it.

[Fans are booing Blair's ideas for the World Title]

Blair: Peons believe me, it's better this way. I am a champion you can look up to. I am a champion you can respect. I am not some johnny come lately. I'm Paul Freakin' Blair. With me as champ, you can't say that we have a champ who has no business holding the title. This title IS my business.

And I understand just what it takes to hold onto this title. Oh and you might be asking yourself how can I call the shots and be so confident. It's because I run this place. I put the owner in the hospital over a month ago. Has anyone seen Xamin around here lately? NO. Because I took him out and he's gone. That's it. He's not coming back. What about the Commissioner? Hmm, well that's my main man Jeff Jericho. And do you think he's going to want some nobody wearing MY title? No.

You see, I don't own this federation by deed and title. But that doesn't mean I don't still run this joint. You see, when you step in the ring with me, you can consider yourself OWNED. And to those few people who have yet to face me in the ring, I will own you soon enough.

[Blair stops and moves towards Robin Cradle as if he's going to leave. Then suddenly he stops and goes back to continue his speech]

Blair: Magnus, I guess it comes down to this simple truth. You aren't in my league. But do not fret, because for one night, and one night only, I will LET you be in my ring. I will -----

[The lights flicker as if a power surge occurred. The metal stage setup over the entry is riddled with sparks like a hot current. Suddenly a huge explosion of sparks pops above the entry structure. Over the entry stands the colossal Magnus Thunder, a huge warhammer resting across his right shoulder. The fans mark out. Magnus looks around at the crowd with a faint smile. He has no mic. Yet somehow his bassy yet calm voice booms over the entire arena like a storm front, as if thunder itself emanates from his throat.]

Magnus: Your tongue has wagged itself long enough. You are an endless font of self-praise. Seize it while you can! Speech may not be an option for you when your reign comes to an end, by my hand or another. The melancholy truth is that your self-aggrandizement is your only source validation in our conflict as my true target is much, much higher than you. Or so he claims to be.

TT: Is he talking about Jericho!?!

Magnus: Justice will not be sundered, nor blasphemy suffered. Fairness is the most distant ideal from your soul, but you shall find out what fair really is. You puppet of the Impostor, prepare to reap your harvest!

TT: He is! My word! What will happen if those two collide!? What---

[Another burst of sparks and smoke. Magnus disappears.]

BC: How dare he threaten God's chosen! Magnus will be judged!

TT: Give it rest you idiot! How can Jericho be God when he nearly got his butt handed to him at Fall Fever!?

BC: Teddy! YOU BLASPHEMER! God cannot be overcome!

TT: For the last time Bobby...HE'S NOT GOD!!!

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TT: We're back, and it's time to go to the ring!

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[“Sex, Love, and Money” by Mos Def rolls through. White and gold pyro spray over the entry.]

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from Tampa Bay Florida! Weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds, DAAAAAAN LYYYYYYNCH!!!

[Dan struts out of the entry, poses for the crowd with a cocky smile, and continues strutting down the ramp to the ring.]

[“Dipset Anthem” by Dipset thumps into the arena. Only it isn't coming from the PA. It's coming from the uber sound system in the back of a Ford F-150 driven by the thuggish Chemical X. It emerges into the stage and continues down the ramp, parking it a mere ten feet from the ring. X jumps out of the drivers side.]

Announcer: His opponent, hailing from Brooklyn New York! Weighing in at Two-hundred seventy-five pounds...he is the CWF National Champion CHEMICAAAAAAL X!!!

BC: THAT'S GPW NATIONAL TITLE TO YOU FINK!

TT: It must take a lot of energy to be that delusional!

[X jumps out of the driver's seat and locks the doors with a remote device. He carries the belt in one hand as he climbs the steel steps. He passes it off to the ref and takes off his jacket.]

DINGDINGDING

TT: Dan Lynch goes off on X with a series of big right hands to the jaw! X doesn't even feel it! He grabs Lynch around the throat and rams him into the turnbuckle! X goes for the Right Hook! LYNCH DUCKS IT! He gets behind X...SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF X's SKULL!

[X staggers against the ropes a little as Lynch goes off again with rights and lefts. X blocks them and takes Lynch down to the mat. A devastating series of right hands from X gives him a chance for a cover.]

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BC: I can't...I don't...who do I cheer for Teddy!?

TT: Fine! I'll do both our jobs tonight! Lynch heaved off the mat by X now, and thrown to the ropes! Lynch on the rebound ducks a clothesline and connects with one of his own! X dazed a bit...Lynch with a Russian Uppercut...

[Lynch kicks X in the mid-section and finishes with a stunner. X is down on the mat. Lynch goes to the top rope. X slowly rises to his feet but smacks the mat after a Missile Dropkick. Lynch goes for a cover.]

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BC: Uhhh...yeah! Cool! Lynch picks off X by his hair and locks up with him!

[Lynch slaps on a headlock and puts the pressure on hard. X picks Lynch off the mat and brings him down for an Atomic Drop. He breaks the hold and connects with a running clothesline. Lynch is down to the mat. X picks him off and pegs him with several body blows and Irish Whips him to the ropes. Both men on the rebound as X hits Lynch with a mad Spear. X drags him to the center of the ring, rolls him on his stomach, and slaps on a camel clutch. X begins to strike Lynch on the head. The ref asks for a give and doesn't get one. Once again, and still a no. He breaks the hold. He backs X off and checks on Lynch who is still going. Slow to his feet, helped the rest of the way by X, Lynch is thrown to the ropes. X hits a back body drop, but Lynch hangs on for a sunset flip. A cover.]

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TT: Lynch is struggling for control in this one, but tries to maintain with a few harsh stomps to X's melon! He won't stop! The ref backs him off, but Lynch seems to have hit his second wind! X slowly rises to his feet and gets a boot in the mid-section...DDT by Lynch!

[Lynch picks off X and finds the juice to set him up for a vertical suplex. Lynch goes to the top again and connects with an elbow drop. He picks off X and throws him to the ropes. X hits a running elbow on Lynch, who hits the canvas hard. X staggers over to Lynch and picks him off with an Irish Whip to the turnbuckle.]

BC: Here comes the THREE PIECE! OH MY GOODNESS!!! Lynch is finished!

TT: No! Lynch with two hard boots to the face! Lynch to the top rope! SHOOTING STAR PRESS! A COVER!

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[Lynch picks off X, but gets thumped in the groin and doubles over. X tosses Lynch to the corner and executes a big Right Hook. X finishes up with a THREE PIECE. Lynch falls. The cover.]

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Announcer: Here is your winner, and still CWF National Champion...CHEMICAAAAAL X!!!

BC: See Teddy!? I told you GPW always comes out on top!

TT: Yeah, Bobby. Of course you did. After all you nearly wet your pants twice during the match!

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