[Clips of last week’s blacked out Sunday Night Brawl, which was not televised due to Major League Baseball.]

[Jason Collins defeats Lu Yen, earning the right to face Larry Tact for the CWF Unified title right here tonight at Fall Fever.]

[Dan Lynch, acting as the guest referee in the Ricky Chambers versus Sam Banx match, makes a fast count, costing Ricky Chambers the match and prompting another all out brawl to the back. Chambers and Lynch do battle for the CWF Mid-Atlantic title tonight.]

[Larry Tact again steals the show, putting on an absolute classic performance with Tony Floyd in the match of the night. Tact wins the match, defending the CWF Unified title for the first time. Tact defends again tonight against “All That” Jason Collins in what is sure to be an instant classic.]

[Tyrone Walker, the number one contender to the CWF World Heavyweight title, went up against Chemical X and Chris Reinhardt of GPW in a handi-capped match ordered by Jeff Jericho. In an obvious attempt to soften Walker up further before his title match with Paul Blair tonight, Chemical X and Chris Reinhardt manhandled him, winning the match and then spike piledriving him after the bell had already sounded, further injuring Tyrone Walker’s neck.]

[Paul Blair defeats Onyx in a non-title match in the final match of the night, but Maniac rains on his parade, announcing that tonight at Fall Fever, Paul Blair will defend the CWF World Heavyweight championship against Tyrone Walker in a loser leaves town match! The loser of the match must leave the CWF!]

[Fade out.]

[The Fall Fever logo appears on the screen, accompanied by the theme song for the event, “Trip With Jesus” by The Union Underground.]

[The logo breaks apart into the shape of hundreds of dead leaves. A gust of wind blows them off of the screen, and we fade into the sold out Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario. The crowd is fired up, and the arena is set up for action. Pyro explodes at the entrance ramp, sending the crowd into hysteria as the event is about to begin.]

[The ring features a grey canvas, black ropes, red turnbuckles, and the “Fall Fever 2005” stamped in the center of the ring with the ESPN logo just below it. The ring apron also reads “Fall Fever 2005” in orange lettering with black trim. The arena floor is covered in brown mats, reflecting the atmosphere of the fall season. The aisle is covered in dead leaves.]

[We cut to the commentator booth, where Larry Robinson and, as always “Beautiful” Bobby Crane, are standing by, ready to call the action.]

LR: Welcome everyone to Toronto, Canada! Welcome to GPW’s Fall Fever 2005! I’m the greatest commentator in the history of the universe, Larry Robinson, alongside my broadcast colleague, the best looking man on television, “Beautiful” Bobby Crane, and we welcome you here to the Air Canada Centre for what is sure to be a historic night!

BC: Oh man, I can’t wait! Paul Blair is going to send Tyrone Walker packing tonight!

LR: Indeed, Paul Blair, the CWF World Heavyweight champion, will defend his title against the man he won the belt off of at Summer Smash 2005 just four weeks ago, Tyrone Walker, in a loser leaves town match, right here tonight! The winner will be the CWF World Heavyweight champion…and the loser will be unemployed.

BC: The stakes don’t get much higher than that, Larry! And Tyrone Walker out of the picture would most definitely be fair to Blair!

LR: Absolutely! But the match I’m really looking forward to is Jeff Jericho, God himself, taking on Maniac! It’s been a dream match of every wrestling fan since 1998, and it will happen right here tonight!

BC: Not only that…the winner gets to be the sole commissioner of the CWF! Can you imagine the ramifications? If Maniac wins, the CWF has a ray of hope…but if Jericho wins, and he will….GPW will have all the tools at their disposal to absolutely crush the CWF forever!

LR: On top of that, tonight Larry Tact defends the CWF Unified title against “All That” Jason Collins, and if the past few weeks are any indication of what we’re gonna see from these two…well, I’d hate to be the one to follow their match, because these two are absolute blue chippers and I expect to see them headlining pay-per-views before long…

BC: And I love this Larry Tact guy! He’s got that flair, that spunk to him…he’s gonna turn out to be a real special find…and let’s not sell Jason Collins short either, this guy is the real deal, too!

LR: Dan Lynch and Ricky Chambers will finally settle the score here tonight in a Falls Count Anywhere match for the CWF Mid-Atlantic title! And man oh man, this rivalry just keeps on getting hotter and hotter!

BC: No kidding! They have to relieve some of the tension here tonight, or the CWF won’t be able to contain them any longer!

LR: Blood and Chiron cross collide tonight in a Buried Alive Street Fight! The very first of its kind in the history of this sport, as far as I know, and I know everything so I must be right.

BC: And will this “M” character than Chiron Cross keeps referring to show up here tonight? Hell, did Chiron Cross even survive getting buried alive two weeks ago? We’ve heard cryptic messages from him since then, but no one has seen him!

LR: No one, that is, except for “M,” whoever that is…but Blood will take this guy, GPW never fails.

BC: Agreed.

LR: Chemical X will defend the CWF National title against Angus and Tony Floyd! And man oh man, this one could be a good one too.

BC: Angus has been very aggressive in his pursuit for the National title, which really has nothing to do with the title, but more about his vendetta against Chemical X…well it culminates here tonight, and Tony Floyd is a definite wildcard!

LR: All that and so much more here at Fall Fever 2005! Let’s head to the ring for our first match of the night!

[We cut to the ring, where the first two competitors are already waiting to begin the match.]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a five man elimination match, where the winner will be declared the number one contender for the CWF Mid-Atlantic championship! The participants are already in the ring…so let’s kick off Fall Fever 2005!

[The crowd erupts as the bell sounds and the action begins.]

*DING DING DING*

LR: It looks like Talon and Nycz are going to start this match off for us.

[The two men lock up. Talon pushes Nycz in to the ropes and nails him with a knife edge chop. Talon whips Nycz in to the opposite ropes and catches him with a clothesline.]

LR: Talon is off to a pretty good start here, Bobby!

BC: What is Lewis doing on the outside though? He's grabbed that Canadian flag!

[Lewis steps back on to the apron with the Canadian flag near the ringpost. Talon picks Nycz back up and drags him to the corner. Talon tags in Ginsu who quickly goes on the attack.]

BC: Ginsu with lefts and rights on Nycz!

LR: Well, the ref is trying to get Talon out of the ring, as Ginsu whips Nycz towards the corner...but it's reversed!

BC: OH MY GOD! Kris Lewis just used that Canadian flag like a baseball bat, breaking it in half over Ginsu's face!

LR: Ginsu is severely bleeding, and he is met with a boot to the gut by Nycz...BRAINBUSTER!

BC: Nycz has the cover!

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BC: Lewis just cost Ginsu the match!

Announcer: Ginsu has been eliminated!

LR: That's unbelievable, Bobby! We aren't even five minutes in to the match yet!

BC: What a crazy match so far! Black was unable to make it to the arena tonight. Ginsu was eliminated in less than five minutes, and Lewis has broken his Canadian flag in half!

[Banx quickly enters the ring and ducks under a clothesline from Nycz. Banx delivers rights as Ginsu is helped away from the ring by security members.]

LR: Banx is taking it to Nycz here! Banx whips Nycz in to the corner and follows in with a massive clothesline!

BC: Banx grabs Nycz and drags him over to the corner.

[Banx tags Talon back in. Talon stomps away at Nycz. He picks Nycz back up and whips him in to the ropes. Nycz hits Talon with a diving lariat. Nycz applies a rear chin lock.]

BC: It looks like Nycz is trying to slow down the pace here.

LR: Talon is slowly getting to his feet, Talon pushes Nycz off in to the ropes, but is met with a shoulder block! Nycz hits the ropes...no! Lewis with a knee to the back of Nycz!

BC: Talon with a flatliner, and he quickly makes the cover!

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BC: Nycz kicks out!

LR: Talon with a blatant choke, and the ref calls for the break!

BC: Talon tags Banx back in, and Banx delivers the knee drop to the head! He makes the cover!

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BC: Nycz kicks out again!

LR: Nycz really needs to make the tag here, Bobby. He's been suffering alot of punishment.

[Banx grabs Nycz and applies a side headlock. Nycz hits him with a back elbow, but Banx doesn't release the hold. Nycz uses all of his strength and slams Banx to the mat with a back body drop.]

BC: Here's the chance for Nycz to tag out!

LR: Nycz is crawling towards Lewis who has his hand reached out, ready for the tag!

[Nycz reaches his hand up for the tag, but Lewis steps off the apron. Nycz gets to his feet in disbelief as Talon climbs in to the ring. The ref tries getting Talon back out of the ring.]

LR: What the hell is Lewis doing?! Nycz was about to tag him in!

BC: I'm not sure, but it looks like Talon wants in the ring now!

[Nycz begins to argue with Lewis as Lewis steps back on to the apron. Banx slowly gets up as Nycz glances over at him. Nycz looks back at Lewis, and is hit right in the face with the broken Canadian flag.]

LR: Lewis just drilled Nycz with that flag as the ref was still getting Talon out of the ring!

BC: Nycz is stumbling backwards...THE A.R.C! Banx with The A.R.C!

LR: Nycz is out cold, Bobby! He can't even tap out!

BC: The ref comes to check on the submission...he lifts Nycz' arm in to the air...and it's done! Nycz is eliminated thanks to Kris Lewis!

[Banx releases the hold as Lewis turns to the crowd with a huge smile on his face.]

Announcer: Paul Nycz has been eliminated!

LR: Nycz was robbed! Security is back out helping Nycz away from the ring!

BC: Talon is in the ring now, and Banx is staring at Lewis, who is still taunting the crowd!

[Banx slaps Lewis on the back, tagging him in. Lewis turns around and looks at Banx in disbelief. Banx grabs Lewis by the head and flips him over the top rope in to the ring. Both Banx and Talon stomp away at Lewis.]

BC: This doesn't seem that fair! This is two on one, Larry!

LR: After what he's done in this match so far, I think he deserves this!

[The ref finally gets Banx out of the ring as Talon picks Lewis up. He hits Lewis with a vertical suplex and quickly makes the cover.]

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LR: Lewis gets the shoulder up!

BC: Well, as long as he's in the ring, he'll have a hard time using that Canadian flag!

LR: Talon tags Banx back in, and Banx delivers the boot to the midsection!

[Banx whips Lewis in to the corner, and follows in for a clothesline, but Lewis gets his boot up. Lewis hits a hard clothesline and stomps away at Banx.]

LR:> Lewis is finally able to take the offense as he picks Banx back up. He boots Banx in the gut...and drops him with a double arm DDT! Lewis has the cover!

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LR: Banx gets his shoulder up!

BC: Lewis picks Banx back up and swings at him with a right, but Banx ducks it...german suplex!

[Banx starts dragging himself to the corner, and is able to tag Talon in. Talon gets on top of Lewis and drills him with a series of right hands. Talon gets back up and picks Lewis up. He lifts him in the air and hits him with an atomic drop. He grabs Lewis and whips him in to the ropes.]

LR: Spinebuster by Talon!

BC: And it looks like Talon is going to the top rope! [Talon stands pirched on the top rope waiting for Lewis to get back to his feet. As Lewis stands, Talon flies off the top rope with a crossbody. Lewis is able to roll the pin over and grabs a handful of tights.]

BC: Lewis has a handful of tights!

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LR: Lewis with another cheat to get a victory!

Announcer: Talon Frost has been eliminated!

BC: It doesn't look like Talon is done...as he is beating the living hell out of Kris Lewis!

[The referee is finally able to get Talon out of the ring. Banx climbs in to the ring and picks Lewis up. He whips Lewis in to the ropes and catches him with a powerslam for the cover.]

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BC: Lewis was able to get his shoulder off the mat!

LR: Banx picks Lewis up again...but Lewis trips him forward, right in to the referee!

BC: That was a nasty spill! Lewis just forced Banx in to the ref, and the ref has fallen to the outside!

LR: Banx quickly back to his feet and he nails Lewis with a short arm clothesline! Banx picks Lewis up again...LOW BLOW!

BC: Lewis just kicked Banx between the legs!

[Lewis looks outside to see that the ref is still out. He slides out of the ring and grabs a chair from ringside. He slides back in to the ring, and waits in the corner for Banx to get back up.]

BC: Lewis with a vicious chair shot! I think that Banx is out cold!

LR: What the hell is Lewis doing here?! He has Banx' leg inside of that chair!

BC: This doesn't look good, Larry!

[Lewis has the chair around Banx' knee. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and jumps off with a double stomp to the chair. Banx instantly rolls around in pain holding his knee. Lewis grabs the chair and throws it out of the ring as the ref slowly comes to.]

LR: The ref is getting back in the ring as Lewis applies the sharpshooter to Banx!

BC: Banx is screaming in pain, and he quickly taps out!

LR: You can't blame him for tapping, his knee has to be broken after that vicious move from Lewis!

Announcer: Here is your winner, "THE CANADIAN ICON" KRIS LEWIS!

BC: Well, Lewis cheated throughout the whole match...but it paid off, as he walks out the victor tonight!

LR: That was an exciting match, and Kris Lewis makes a splash here tonight at Fall Fever, and he becomes the number one contender to the Mid-Atlantic title...so it appears as though even if Dan Lynch defeats Ricky Chambers tonight and retains his title, his battle with “Canadian Made” is still not over, as Kris Lewis would be next in line for a title shot!

BC: But what if Chambers wins tonight, Larry? Ricky Chambers and Kris Lewis would have to put their friendship aside and fight for the title!

LR: I never thought of that! Well folks, I’ll just take this opportunity to remind you that our next super show will be held on October 30th in Salem, Massachusetts…it’s the Halloween Extreme!

BC: Most of our fans are too old to go trick or treating, but I guarantee you at the Halloween Extreme, our fans are in for one hell of a treat!

LR: Well it looks like we’re about ready for our next match, so let’s head back to ring!

LR: The culmination of a mountain of hatred happens tonight fans. The rookie phenomenon Chiron Cross has clashed in epic fashion with a real terrorist of a man. Blood had nearly become a murderer two weeks ago when he buried Cross alive. Ladies and gentlemen, tonights match is a Street Rules Buried Alive match. I see men bringing down the ramp four large squares of asphalt on metal rollers.and are about to place it over the ring canvas. This bout is reminiscent of the conflict transpiring over the past few weeks.

BC: Neither man appears to be a hundred percent tonight. It will be a match full of pain. And the stage plating is being removed to reveal dirt underneath with a casket read to be filled. Even for my standards, Blood went way too far. And now we have to watch it again!

[A video clip fades in to play back the horrifying moments of Chiron's burial.]

[Cross clenches his teeth and begins to breathe heavy, partly out of anger, but mostly, one would suspect, out of fear. One of the security guards walks over to Blood.]

GPW SECURITY GUARD: We’re ready.

[Blood nods. He looks at Chiron and smirks. Chiron’s eyes tell the story – he is utterly helpless. He’s going to be buried alive, and no one can save him. Blood slaps him across the face and shoves the stretcher over to its side with Chiron still in it. Blood and both security guards begin to stomp on a defenceless Chiron Cross, rendering him unconscious.]

BC: Haha, this is so symbolic! I love it! One less hip hop poser in this world is just fine by me!

LR: The CWF is about to lose another superstar, or so we suspect!

[The security guards release Chiron from the stretcher and rolls him into a nearby casket. Blood stares at the unconscious Cross lying helplessly inside the casket.]

BLOOD: You should’ve known better than to screw with me, you poor little b----. {looking at him disgusted} What a waste.

[He slams the casket shut and locks it. Chiron apparently comes back into consciousness, and begins screaming and kicking from inside the casket! His screams are muffled, though, and Blood and the security guards laugh. They lift up the casket and toss it recklessly into the six foot grave they have dug, Chiron undoubtedly taking a tremendous amount of damage in the fall, as he goes silent. Blood and the security team begin to shovel dirt into the grave, burying Chiron Cross alive! We cut back to Fall Fever and the announcers table.]

LR: That was a truly epic moment, but goes to show you that you can't keep a good man down. Chiron returns last week with a stunning assault on Blood!

BC: How did he get out? How!? Is Brother M, Mentor, Master, or whatever he calles him, real?

LR: Who knows my friend? I cannot wait for this match to start. Everything is in place now. This match has a double-stipulation in it. In order to win, you have to score a pinfall in the ring first, and then get your opponent into the grave to be declared the victor. Nothing like this has ever happened in the CWF. This match is history in the making. Let's get ready to begin!

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this No-Disqualification contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

[“They All Fall Down” by Grits thumps into the arena. Chiron walks out of the entry, talking on a cell phone. He puts it away and snaps his arms to the rhythm of missile pyro, giving the I Love You sign to the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, saying a prayer under his breath. He climbs the steps and hops into the ring. He lands on the yellow road-striped asphalt and removes his trench and his mirrored shades.]

Announcer: Introducing first from--

LR: HERE COMES BLOOD! HE JUST SMACKED THE ANNOUNCER OUT OF THE WAY AND IS PUMMELING CHIRON! THE BELL RINGS!

[Chiron slips away from Blood's onslaught and takes him to the asphalt with a combo chop to the face and a martial arts takedown. Chiron wraps Bloods right arm behind his neck and mounts Blood for some unmerciful strikes to the face. Blood swings his legs up and pulls Chiron back. Chiron kicks fiercely at Blood's face, loosening Blood's hold on him and breaking free. Chiron scrambles to his feet places some shin kicks to Blood's jaw. Blood is insenced and charges Chiron with pressure-point strikes that stagger Chiron to the ropes. An Irish Whip from Blood sends Chiron to the ropes and Blood follows up with a big boot, which Chiron ducks and uses the same blitzkrieg strike takedown as before, locking Blood in some chokehold punches.]

LR: What kind of moves are these? These have to be from the streets Chiron wandered years ago! Blood's face is beet red from the pressure! Cross picks him off and whips him to the ropes. Blood on the rebound and a BIG POWER SLAM BY CHIRON!

[Blood hits the asphalt with tremendous force, but somehow manages to stand up from it. Blood places a choke hold on Chiron and forces him back to the turnbuckle. He removes the padding and slams Chiron's head several time into the metal. Blood drips down Cross' neck as he is whipped to the opposite corner. Blood approaches but meets Chiron's boot to the mid-section. Chiron sends him into a DDT, splitting Blood's forehead open. A branching river of crimson pours down his face. Chiron unleashes a Pressure-Point Assault, jabbing Blood at high speed with a series of spear-hands. He picks Blood up for a big Fall Away Slam. Chiron exits the ring and goes under the apron for a weapon, pulling out a sledgehammer. Blood is on his feet and waiting. Chiron smacks a corner of the asphalt with the hammer and breaks off a chunk. He chucks it at Blood, nailing him in the chest and buys time to reenter the ring. He swings the hammer and Blood, connecting in the gut and then the knee. Chiron discards the hammer and picks off Blood.]

BC: And this match has only just started! The two lock-up now, but Blood has the strength advantage! He shoves Chiron right to the asphalt! OUCH!

[Blood connects with a running stomp to Chiron's mid-section. He fires a low-blow into Chiron's pack. Blood picks off Chiron and unleashes the Blood Lust. Chiron is not moving. Blood slumps Chiron over his shoulder with a reverse pile driver. Chiron's face is wet with Blood. He locks Chiron up in the Blood Lock, and Chiron is writhing. He reaches the ropes. The ref tries to break the hold but Blood refuses. After a moment longer, Blood let's off. He jumps to the apron. Chiron slowly gets to his feet. Blood spring-boards off the top rope.]

LR: Here comes Arising From The Ashes! NO!!! SUPERKICK FROM CHIRON!!! BLOOD IS ON THE ASPHALT!!! Chiron grabs hold of Blood's left arm and lets loose with kicks to the ribs. Chiron is a house of fire, and so is Blood's ribcage! Both men are bleeding like sieves!!! Chiron let's go, and now he's making the 'M' sign over his head! Is he here tonight!?

BC: Brother M is fiction! And Chiron's been hiding behind it since day one!

[Chiron picks off Blood and sets him up for a suplex. Blood blocks and reverses it. Chiron is on the mat now in seething pain. Blood groggily tries to pick Chiron off the mat, but Chiron delivers a low-blow to Blood. Chiron takes him down the rest of the way with a leg sweep and wraps him up in the Refining Fire. Blood tries to power out, but Chiron is pure adrenaline. He pulls as hard as he can. Blood is in agony. Chiron kicks his head with his free leg and then lets off. He picks off Blood, and hits the Backflow. Chiron begins dragging Blood out of the ring by his collar and up to the burial site. Blood gains some footing half way up the ramp and bull charges Chiron toward the grave.]

LR: IS IT THE END FOR CHIRON!? NO! MONKEY FLIP! Blood is at the edge of the grave. Chiron scrambles to his feet, but Blood does so as well! Flurries of punches and blocks!!! Armageddon has come to the CWF!!! Blood goes primal on Chiron with wild blows, and both men are down on the ramp!!!

[Blood is biting Chiron's forehead, and slaps him in the face afterward. He starts dragging Chiron toward the ring. Blood throws Chiron back into the ring. He reaches under the apron and pulls out a lead pipe. He begins to beat Chiron with it unmercifully. Chiron is barely moving. Blood runs to the ropes, hitting Chiron with an elbow smash on the rebound. He goes for a pin.]

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LR: HE KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!

BC: AAHHHHHH!!!!!

[Blood burns the ref with his gaze as he complains of a slow count. He picks off Chiron and throws him to the ropes, ducking a big boot and rebounding with a drop kick sending Blood tumbling to the asphalt. Chiron locks Blood in a scissor choke hold, both hands free to strike. Blood gets pummeled by street-hardened fists. Chiron lets go and picks off Blood. He goes to the top rope. He launches the Street Sweeper but Blood ducks it, going for the lead pipe and slamming it into Chiron's skull. It is over for Chiron. He picks him off and executes a vicious Blood Lust. He picks him off again and sets him up for the Legend Killer.]

LR: HE'S GOING FOR THE LEGEND KILLER! OH MY GOODNESS! HE DOES IT! HE COVERS CHIRON!!!

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BC: What is he doing!?!?! He had him!?!?

LR: Blood has an insatiable lust for torture! He can't bring himself to end the match this way! This is sick!

[Blood locks up Chiron in an STF, pulling and heaving as hard as he can. He let's go, and stomps away at Chiron's head. He picks off Chiron who can barely stand, and throws him to the ropes. Chiron rebounds and ducks a clothesline, rebounding again with two spear-hands to the eyes of Blood. Chiron decimates Blood's mid-section with a forward snap kick. Chiron finds the strength to heave Blood over his shoulder and unleash a devastating Hammerfall. Both men are down on the mat. Chiron is breathing fast and heavy. Blood shows little sign of consciousness. The ref begins a count. 1..............2................3...........the lights flicker almost as if a power outage could happen at any moment.]

LR: We seem to be having some technical difficulties, and it appears that the ref has suspended his count.

BC: What on Earth...there's something brewing here tonight, Larry. I'm a little worried. Hold me...

LR: No thank you! The hairs are up on the back of my neck, too. However, the lights have stabilized and the ref continues. Chiron and Blood slowly rising to their feet now. The ref is at the seven...Chiron reaches full height now, and Blood is only stirring! Chiron goes for the cover!

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[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. On the way back they hassle GPW stragglers on their way to the backstage area.]

LR: Can you believe that just happened!? Can you!? What does this mean!?

BC: He was Brother M all along! I can't...this is insane!!!

LR: We have to go to commercial! Stay with us, folks!

BC: Believe me, Larry...every man in that locker room is gonna have a tough time sleeping tonight, knowing at any time, they could draw Magnus Thunder in a match...that man is an absolute beast, he’s huge!

LR: Well nonetheless, folks...we need to try and put it behind us for now and move on with the show here...up next we’ve got Dan Lynch defending the CWF Mid-Atlantic title against Ricky Chambers in a Falls Count Anywhere match!

BC: I guess whoever booked this match figured they’ve brawled through every arena we’ve been in for the past three weeks, they may as well do it legally here tonight!

LR: We'll see two men go at it houses of fire right here folks!

BC: Yeah, except one's already burnt out! But he's still got plenty of SLM.

LR: And Ricky Chambers has a distinct edge against Lynch for that reason, Bobby! Let's go to the ring!

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the CWF Mid-Atlantic Title!

[“Welcome To The Ricky Chambers Show” is heard over the P.A. Chambers' voice is sneering. “Your Stories, My Alibis” by Matchbook Romance chugs into the coliseum as the fans pop and boo in a contrasting mix of emotion. Red and white pyro shoot into the air three times, and Ricky steps out onto the stage in his trademark getup.]

Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! The REEEEEAAAAL DEAAAAL, RICKY CHAAAAAAAMBERRRRRRSSSS!!

[He pats his chest and kisses two sets of fingers off to the crowd. He jogs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, climbing onto all four corners, kissing two fingers off to the crowd.]

LR: The roof is gonna blow off for this match! There just might be a spot in GPW for one of these gentlemen.

BC: Yeah! Because...um...I guess I don't have anything to say. BECAUSE CHAMBERS SUCKS!

[“Sex, Love, And Money” by Mos Def thumps into the arena. The lights go out. A spotlight hits the stage, and out walks Dan Lynch in full pimp-wannabe mode, who is met with vehement jeering. He poses as the lights come back on, and pyro explodes into the air.]

Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Tampa Bay, Florida. Weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds, CWF Mid-Atlantic Champion, DAAAAAAAAANNN LYNCH!!!

[He makes his way to the ring. Ricky Chambers is stoked and ready. Lynch removes his pimp clothes and Ricky Chambers bull rushes him.]

LR: Both men go tumbling to the mat! Fists are flying from all directions! The ref has no hope of restoring order to this match! Chamber rips Lynch off the mat and throws him to the ropes!

[Lynch rebounds and shoulder tackles Chambers. Lynch is the first one up as he picks off Chambers and puts on a wristlock, kicking Ricky in the chest repeatedly. Lynch pulls him over with an armdrag takedown and locks on a scissor hold to Chambers' arm. Chambers swings his legs up nabs Lynch around the neck with a scissor hold of his own, putting two hard boots to Lynches trap. Chambers favors his left arm as he picks off Lynch and stands him up for a chop and a Russian Uppercut, following up with an Irish Whip to the ropes. Lynch rebounds and ducks a clothesline but comes right into a dropkick by Chambers.]

BC: Whipping Boy Chambers is fluking out this time around! He'd better be ready for when Lynch stops toying with him!

LR: Both men on their feet now in a lockup...LYNCH WITH A LOWBLOW! The ref gives a warning to Lynch but he doesn't care!

[Chambers writhes facedown on the mat, one hand holding the jewels. Lynch pulls out the busy arm and cruelly yanks Chambers into a camel clutch with a strained smile. The ref asks for a give, but doesn't get one. Lynch reefs back, and the ref inquires again. No give, and the ref breaks the hold. Chambers can hardly move, but manages to reach the ropes for a brief respite. Lynch comes to pick off Chambers but gets a thumb in the eye instead. Chambers pulls himself off the mat and delivers a hard chop to Lynch's throat. Chambers throws Lynch to the ropes and nails him with a knee lift. Lynch gets a reverse facelock from Chambers and hits the mat. Chamber off the ropes again with a missile dropkick to Lynch's face.]

LR: It's going back and forth with ferocity tonight! Both men are once again on their feet. Chambers and Lynch are riding a teeter-totter of a match!

BC: That paints a really funny picture, Teddy! You do have a sense of humor! Irish Whip by Lynch! OOH! HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY SLM!

[Lynch picks off Chambers and hits a vertical suplex. Chambers is picked off once more into a grapple. Lynch beats down on Ricky's cranium, sending him staggering to the ropes. Lynch pins Ricky to the ropes and unleashes three vicious chops. Dan runs to the ropes and charges Chambers, who pulls down on the top rope sending Lynch out of the ring and into the steel guardrail. Ricky hangs back for a minute to recover some more. Lynch begins to slowly rise to his feet. Chambers climbs the adjacent ringpost. Lynch turns back to the ring, but Chambers flies off the top with a missile dropkick that sends Lynch careening backwards. The ref begins to count.]

LR: A good offensive against Lynch, but looks to have take a mighty toll on Chambers! The ref is at the three count now, and neither man is moving!

BC: Can't these people stay inside the play pen!?!? Wait! Lynch is getting to his feet! Whoo hoo!

[Lynch and Chambers struggle to get to their feet. At the seven count, it gets serious. Lynch is up and slides into the ring hoping for a count-out. Chambers barely slips in at the nine. Lynch goes to Chambers with a series of roundhouse rights and puts on a headlock. He wrenches Ricky's skull with ferocity. Ricky picks Lynch up for an atomic drop, breaking the hold. He makes a run for the ropes and rebounds with a Yakuza Kick to Lynch's melon. Lynch is down and Chambers yanks him to the center for a cover.]

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BC: Come on Lynch! Be one with the SLM!!!

[Chambers picks off Lynch, who elbows Ricky and whips him to the ropes followed by a big power slam pin.]

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LR: Lynch picks Chambers off the mat and nails him with an elbow smash! And another with an Irish Whip...back body drop by Lynch! Chambers kicks up...Lynch off the ropes, and he gets taken down with an armdrag by Chambers...Lynch rolls with it and locks up with Ricky, who rides Lynch with a chain of holds that set Lynch's right shoulder on fire! Chambers has Lynch in a wristlock and uses the leverage for a snap Russian Leg Sweep with authority!

[Chambers climbs the top rope. CHAMBERSAULT! Ricky goes for the cover...]

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BC: He kicked out of that! The power of SLM is insurmountable!

LR: Lynch has the stamina, the strength, and the numbness to withstand hordes of pain! Chambers has the speed and the ring ability, but this match is too close to call! Chambers picks off Lynch...a swinging neckbreaker by Chambers... NO!!! LYNCH BLOCKED IT! WHIRLWIND!!! Lynch goes for the cover!

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BC: Unbelievable! What are these two made of!?!?! Even I'm impressed!

[Lynch climbs to the top rope and hits a Shooting Star Press and covers.]

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LR: This is phenomenal! Where is Chambers finding the strength!? He has got to be completely drained by now! WHOA! CHAMBERS IS GOING NUTS!

[Ricky pours out a meteor storm of punches kicks. Lynch gives an equal amount of return fire. Chaos erupts as they brawl like their lives depend on it. Ricky scrambles away from Lynch and comes off the ropes for a flying headbutt. Lynch staggers back. Chambers whips him to the corner and delivers a running splash but Lynch dodged. Chambers catches himself and does a flying body press off the second turnbuckle. Lynch catches him and slams him into a cover.]

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LR: I am stunned. These men love that gold!

BC: I think this is it! Chambers is on his feet! Lynch is on his feet! Lynch boots Chambers in the breadbasket! THIS IS IT! Here comes the D-Bomb and...CHAMBERS HITS LYNCH IN THE KISSER! HE NEEDS THAT, STUPID!

LR: Ricky is in mid-air, waiting to be bombed! He knows it's over if Lynch hits it!

[Over and over Ricky slams hard rights into Lynch, finally getting him to stagger. Chambers hits him with a rana and picks him off the mat. Chambers boots Lynch in the gut.]

LR: CANADIAN CHAOS!!! IT'S OVER!

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DING DING DING

Announcer: Here is your winner, and NEW Mid-Atlantic Champion....RICKYYYYYYYYY CHAAAAAAAMBERRRRRRSSSS!!!!

[The ref hands the belt to Ricky, who holds it up for all to see. “Your Stories, My Alibis” chugs in and Ricky begins to leave. Lynch fumbles his way to the announcer with the mic and takes hold of it.]

Dan Lynch: Hey...HEY! Don't you leave this ring. You're gonna listen to me boy. That belt...that's my baby. MINE! You kidnapped her and I want her back! You are going to pay for stealing her away. And I DEMAND a second motion at HALLOWEEN EXTREME! YOU AND ME!

[Ricky takes the mic.]

Ricky Chambers: Dan, I do owe you congratulations. That's the most coherent speech I've heard from you...ever. So on behalf of the I-Just-Adopted-Your-Kid Foundation, let me just say...I'LL THINK ABOUT IT!!!

[Dan is incensed and attacks Ricky. The two men brawl to the ramp. Suddenly, a voice comes over the P.A. It is Co-Prez Zeb Rogers.]

Zeb Rogers: Simmer down boys. Just a quick reminder that it is not you, Ricky Chambers, who decides when you defend that title. It is me. So as acting Co-President, I am pitting you two at each other's throats once more this Halloween Extreme, where the match stipulation will be decided by your peers! Have a nice day. Oh, and I've brought out some security to get you guys back to your rooms without killing each other. Ciao!

LR: Wow! What exactly are we looking at come this Halloween Extreme? Will we be seeing anyone else's matches voted upon?

BC: It just isn't fair. Lynch...his baby...THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THE WORLD!

BC: Oh man, I can’t wait for this one!

LR: Jason Collins earned the right to face the champ tonight by defeating Lu Yen in a number one contenders match last week on Brawl…unfortunately, you folks at home didn’t get to see the show due to the baseball game, but let me tell you, Collins looked impressive and he’s riding a ton of momentum going into this one.

BC: I absolutely can’t wait, I’m serious…can we get to the ring now?

[We cut to the ring.]

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the CWF Unified Championship!

["Karma Slave" by Splashdown blasts throughout the arena. Green and blue spotlights shine onto the crowd, forming the word “TACT” as Larry Tact walks out onto the entryway, looking around and observing the crowd. He wears thigh length blue trunks with a jagged black stripe down each side, and black boots with blue laces.]

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, the champion! Hailing from Manhattan, New York! Weighing in at 252 pounds! He is the CWF Unified Champion, LARRY TACT!

[Tact focuses on the ring, steadily walking towards it as the spotlights strobe around it. He does a couple of stretches at ringside before climbing onto the apron and entering the ring.] LR: Tact looks prepared for this match, Bobby.

BC: This is definitely going to be one hell of a showdown!

["Survival Of The Sickest" by Saliva blasts out through the arena as most of the fans rise to their feet. "All That" Jason Collins and Sienna step out from the curtain and onto the stage. The pair stand side by side and look round 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 other’s in shit#

[JC smiles then he drops down on one knee and raises both arms in the air flexing his muscles whilst Sienna is stood behind him with her arms also raised into the air. Pyro then goes off to left and right of both parties.]

Announcer: Introducing the challenger! Being led to the ring by Sienna!

#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#

[Several seconds later Collins gets up off his knee and 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 JC turns left and faces the cameraman, he looks into the camera and checks to see if his hair is ok.]

Announcer: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California! He weighs in at two hundred fourty five pounds, "ALL THAT" JASON COLLINS!

#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#

[Then he 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.]

BC: Collins has made a huge impact since arriving here in the CWF! I'm sure he's going to put on a hell of a show here for us tonight!

*DING! DING! DING!*

LR: The bell rings, and Tact and Collins lock up. Collins with a go behind, and he has Tact in a hammerlock.

[Tact quickly makes his way to the ropes, and the referee calls for the break. Collins releases the hold and backs away from Tact.]

LR: Tact was able to get the rope break.

BC: Collins goes for the lock up, but Tact nails him with a boot to the gut! He grabs Collins by the hair and slams him to the mat with authority!

TT: Tact with the blatant choke, and the referee is starting his count!

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BC: Larry Tact is showing the world why he is the Unified Champion!

LR: Tact with a reverse chin lock.

[Tact applies more pressure as he keeps Collins grounded. Sienna stands near the apron on the outside trying to get the crowd to cheer for Collins. The crowd finally erupts in a "JC" chant, and Collins slowly gets to one knee.]

LR: The crowd gets behind Collins early in this one, and it looks like their cheers are helping him to get back to his feet.

BC: Well, Tact basically has a side headlock applied now as Collins is back to his feet. Back body drop by Collins!

[Tact quickly rolls out of the ring and tries catching his breath as Collins gets back to his feet in the ring. Tact looks towards the ring at Collins, then walks over to the timekeeper. He grabs the Unified Championship, and walks away from the ring, and back up the entrance ramp.]

LR: Is Tact quitting?!

BC: He's had enough of Collins, Teddy! He's leaving!

[The referee begins to make his count and Collins quickly slides out of the ring. He approaches Tact, but is met with a thumb to the eye. Tact grabs Collins by the hair and drags him back towards the ring. He whips Collins hard in to the steps at ringside, and Collins squirms in pain.]

BC: That was great! It was a setup by Tact!

LR: Well, Tact definitely has changed the momentum after that move, Bobby.

[Tact grabs Collins and lifts him overhead. He drops Collins face first on the baracade. Tact rolls in to the ring to stop the ref's count, then slides back out. He grabs Collins and slams him face first on to the top of the steps. Tact climbs back on to the apron, and to the top rope.]

LR: What the hell is he thinking of doing here, Bobby?!

BC: I'm not sure, but it doesn't look good! Collins face and chest are resting on those steps, and it looks like Tact is going high risk here!

[Tact dives off the top for a leg drop, but Collins is able to move out of the way. Tact smashes in to the steps with his leg and instantly falls to the ground in pain.]

LR: My god! That could have killed Collins!

BC: Larry has to be hurt after that one!

[Collins slides in to the ring to break the referee's count, and slides back out. He picks Tact up and rolls him in to the ring. He rolls in the ring after Tact and quickly makes the cover.]

LR: Collins has the cover!

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LR: Collins picks Tact back up.

[Collins attempts to whip Tact to the ropes, but Tact instantly falls back to the mat. Collins grabs Tact by the leg and drags him to the ropes. He places Tact's leg on the middle rope, jumps up and lands right on Tact's knee.]

BC: Collins has found a weakness in Tact, and now he's capitalizing on it!

LR: Collins picks Tact back up now, dragonscrew leg whip!

BC: Tact is screaming in pain, and it looks like the referee is telling Collins to back off!

[The referee checks on Tact to make sure he wants to continue. The ref steps away from Tact as a smile comes to Collins' face. He picks Tact up again and boots him in the gut.]

BC: JC CUTTER...NO! Tact pushes Collins off!

LR: Collins hits the ropes, powerslam by Tact!

BC: Tact has the cover!

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LR: Tact waits near the ropes for Collins to get back to his feet.

BC: Tact just hit the referee! He went for a clothesline on Collins, but instead nailed the referee!

[Collins quickly grabs Tact, but Tact boots him between the legs. Tact notices that the referee is down, and he quickly slides out of the ring. Tact throws the timekeeper aside and grabs his chair. He slides back in to the ring as Collins slowly gets to his feet.]

LR: This is illegal, Bobby!

BC: It's only illegal if he gets caught!

[Tact sets the chair up in the center of the ring, and whips Collins in to the ropes. He catches Collins on the rebound with a drop toe hold, planting him face first on the seat of the chair.]

LR: What is Tact doing?!

BC: Tact is to the top rope now, and only god knows what he's about to do!

[Tact dives off of the top rope and nails Collins in the back of the head with a devastating elbow drop. Collins rolls on the mat holding his face, as blood begins to seep through his hands.]

LR: Collins is busted open bad, and Tact is loving it! Tact throws the chair out of the ring and quickly walks back over to Collins.

BC: TACTFUL SURRENDER! He has his submission finisher locked in, Teddy! This one's gonna be over!

[Tact applies more pressure as the referee slowly begins to stir. Collins is able to somehow drag himself to the ropes, and the referee calls for the break.]

LR: Tact won't release the hold, Bobby!

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BC: Collins is busted open bad, Larry!

LR: Tact picks Collins back up to his feet...wait! Collins nails Tact with a hotshot!

BC: Tact stumbles, and recieves a boot to the gut...JC CUTTER! Collins hit the JC Cutter!

LR: Tact is down, but Collins doesn't have the strength to make the cover! The ref begins his ten count!

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BC: Collins is back to his feet, as is Tact! Tact with a right, but Collins blocks it!

TT: Collins with a boot to the gut! He whips Tact to the corner!

[Collins runs full speed at Tact and hits a massive splash in the corner. As Tact stumbles out of the corner, Collins ascends to the top rope. He summersault dives over Tact and catches him with a form of the JC Cutter.]

BC: What an impressive move! Collins quickly makes the cover after that one!

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BC: Tact somehow was able to kick out of that!

[Collins quickly climbs back to the top rope. He waits as Tact slowly begins to get up. Collins dives off for a clothesline, but Tact pulls the referee in the way.]

BC: Tact just pulled the ref in the way of that clothesline!

LR: Collins is checking on the referee as Tact quickly slides out of the ring!

BC: It looks like Tact is grabbing the timekeeper's bell!

[Tact slides back in to the ring as Sienna climbs to the apron. She screams to Collins as Tact runs at him. Collins ducks under the bell and lifts Tact to his shoulders.]

LR: REALITY CHECK! Collins just hit Tact with his finishing move, but there isn't a ref!

BC: Collins is trying to get the ref back up as Tact is still out after that Reality Check!

[Collins finally gives up on the ref as Tact gets back to his feet. Tact grabs the bell and runs at Collins again. Collins ducks under the bell again, and catches Tact with a big boot as he turns around, knocking the bell in to his face.]

LR: Tact is bleeding! Collins makes the cover, but the referee is still out!

BC: And here comes another ref!

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BC: Tact got his foot on the bottom rope!

LR: These two men are killing each other in that ring, Bobby!

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LR: That was close!

BC: Tact locks Collins in a sharpshooter, and Collins is screaming in pain!

[Collins attempts to drag himself towards the ropes, but just before he can reach them, Tact pulls him back to the center of the ring. Collins again tries dragging himself to the ropes, and again Tact pulls him out to the center of the ring.]

LR: Collins is in a bad position here, Bobby!

BC: That's right, Larry! It's only a matter of time before he taps out!

[Sienna cheers Collins on on the outside as the crowd again erupts in a "JC" chant. Collins drags himself towards the ropes again, and is able to grab a hold of the bottom rope.]

LR: He reached the ropes! Tact has to release the hold!

BC: Tact picks Collins up, and Collins goes for the boot to the gut...but Tact catches his foot!

LR: Enzuguri! Collins with an enzuguri! He needed this opening, Bobby!

[Collins picks Tact back up and puts him in position for a powerbomb.]

LR: MY GOD! That was mean looking! Collins just executed a sunset flip in to a piledriver! And he quickly makes the cover!

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BC: I don't know how the hell Tact escaped that one!

LR: Collins picks Tact back up, and quickly elevates him to his shoulders! Possibly the Reality Check...NO! Tact managed to hit a reverse DDT instead!

[Tact backs off trying to regain his breath. Collins slowly gets to his feet, and Tact comes at him with a running big boot. Collins ducks it, and Tact nails the referee instead.]

LR: Tact just knocked out the new referee! That's two refs we went through in this match!

BC: I don't think that one was intentional though, Bobby.

[Tact hits Collins with a clothesline from behind and quickly slides out of the ring. He grabs the Unified belt from the timekeepers table and slides back in to the ring. Sienna climbs up to the apron and grabs the belt. She tries pulling it away from Tact, but Tact pushes her off the apron. Collins slowly gets up, and Tact nails him in the head with the belt.]

LR: Tact just hit Collins with the belt!

BC: He throws the belt out of the ring, and climbs out to the apron.

[Tact climbs up to the top rope as the referee start to come to.]

LR: Tact with a devastating elbow drop off of the top rope!

BC: He needs to make the cover here!

[Tact smiles as he looks around at the crowd. He backs off near the ropes, and stares at Collins. Collins slowly gets back to his feet. Tact runs full speed at Collins for a clothesline, but Collins ducks it, lifting Tact to his shoulders.]

BC: No! He has Tact up for the Reality Check!

LR: And he doesn't have the strength as he drops Collins back to the mat! Tact hooks Collins in an adominal stretch, possibly the StretchPlex!

BC: No! Collins has him back on his shoulders...REALITY CHECK! Collins did it! He just hit the Reality Check!

LR: He makes the cover!

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BC: I thought we had a new Unified Champion there!

[Collins reaches down to pick up Tact, but is met with a thumb to the eye. Tact gets back to his feet and floors Collins with a T-Bone suplex. Tact looks down at Collins in the center of the ring, and looks over at the turnbuckle.]

LR: Tact should be making the cover, Bobby!

BC: It looks like he's going to go back to the top rope!

[Tact steps out on to the apron, and slowly climbs the turnbuckle. As he tries to hold his balance, Collins is able to get back to his feet. Collins falls chest first across the top rope causing Tact to lose his balance.]

LR: Tact is in a bad spot here! He's stuck on the top rope, and it doesn't look like he's going anywhere too soon!

[Collins slowly walks over to Tact, and is met with a right hand to the face. He walks back to Tact, and hits him with a right hand of his own. Collins climbs to the middle turnbuckle, as Tact begins to stand on the top rope. Tact swings down at Collins, but Collins ducks under and lifts Tact to his shoulders.]

LR: Oh my god! He wouldn't, would he?!

BC: If he hits this move, the match will have to be over!

[The crowd erupts in cheers as Sienna brings a smile to her face.]

LR: He did! Tact is out!

BC: What a Reality Check! Collins just dropped Tact off of that middle turnbuckle with his finisher! It's gotta be over!

LR: Collins is crawling over to Tact, and he has the cover!

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BC: Collins has done it! He is the new Unified Champion!

[Sienna quickly enters the ring with the Unified Championship in her hands. She helps Collins back to his feet, and hands him the belt.] Announcer: Here is your winner, and the NEW CWF UNIFIED CHAMPION! "ALL THAT" JASON COLLINS!

LR: My God what a match!

BC: I’ll tell you what, Larry...love the CWF or hate it, the Unified title just gained some serious, serious prestige.

LR: I can’t argue that, I’ve never seen a match that close in all my life...but folks, we are going to take a quick commercial break and when we come back, the CWF National title will be on the line!

BC: I just recieved word that Angus was injured during our last house show, so this National Championship match will now be one on one, Larry!

LR: That's too bad for Angus, but we hope to see him back in action soon.

[We cut to the ring.]

*DING! DING! DING!*

LR: They lock up, and Floyd takes the early advantage pushing X in to the corner.

[Floyd hits X with an elbow to the face. He then buries his shoulder in to X's gut repetatively. The ref is finally able to pull Floyd away from X. X steps out of the corner. Floyd attempts a clothesline, but X ducks under and hits a chop block.]

BC: X has taken Floyd down, and he quickly applies a reverse armbar. Floyd is able to flip X over, but X continues to hold the armbar!

LR: Floyd grabs his own wrist and lifts X high in to the air...and he slams him hard back to the mat!

[Floyd shakes his arm as it is in some pain. He then picks X back up and nails him with a headbutt. X stumbles back in to the ropes, and Floyd clotheslines him to the outside of the ring.]

LR: Floyd is taking the offense early in this match, Bobby!

BC: Floyd climbs over the top rope and out of the ring.

[Floyd picks X back up and whips him in to the apron. He follows in for a big boot, but X moves out of the way. X grabs Floyd from behind and drops him with a reverse DDT.]

LR: What impact!

BC: X picks Floyd back up and rolls him in to the ring. X slides in after and quickly makes the cover.

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BC: Did you see that, Larry?! Floyd literally threw X off of him!

LR: X quickly goes on the attack as he applies a rear chin lock.

BC: Smart move by X. He needs to wear Floyd down, and keep him grounded!

[X applies more pressure as Floyd gets back to his feet. X switches the chin lock to a sleeper hold. Floyd runs backwards in to the corner, crushing X.]

LR: That's the way to escape the sleeper hold! Floyd whips X to the opposite corner, and follows in with a huge splash! Floyd hits the far ropes...and X catches him with a reverse elbow!

BC: I think Floyd was going for a big boot there, but X was able to get that reverse elbow off instead!

LR: Floyd is slowly getting back to his feet...RIGHT HOOK BY X!

It may be over here! X has the cover!

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LR: Floyd barely got his left shoulder off the mat!

BC: X starts stomping away at Floyd now!

[X picks Floyd up and boots him in the gut. He grabs Floyd by the arm and tosses Floyd shoulder first in to the ring post. Floyd steps out of the corner for a second, then slumps back. X smiles and begins hooking lefts and rights to the face.]

LR: It looks like the Three Piece!

BC: That's right! Floyd is in trouble here!

[Floyd begins to walk out from the turnbuckle, but X tosses him right back. He hits Floyd in the face. He hits him again. X swings for the third punch, but Floyd grabs the hand, stopping X from completing the move. Floyd grabs under X's arm and spins around, tossing X in to the corner.]

LR: Floyd stopped it! He stopped X's finisher!

BC: Floyd is hitting X with a series of headbutts, and X is in trouble here!

[Floyd continues to nail X with headbutt after headbutt. Floyd runs to the opposite ropes as X begins to walk out from the corner.]

LR: Floyd with a huge big boot! X is down!

BC: This can't be happening! X had this match won!

LR: Floyd picks X up, and boots him in the gut! It looks like The Bomb From Hell! One powerbomb...two...three...

BC: NO! X was able to sunset flip over when Floyd lifted him for the fourth powerbomb, and X has the pin with a handful of tights!

LR: Ha! X has a hold of the top rope as well, and the referee isn't seeing it!

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*DING DING DING!* LR: X quickly rolls out of the ring, and Floyd looks pissed!

BC: X got the win, Larry! But I would watch out if I were him!

Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF NATIONAL CHAMPION, CHEMICAL X!

LR: Chemical X has a huge smile on his face as he walks back up the ramp with the National Championship still in his hands!

BC: Floyd with a huge big boot to the referee! He climbs out of the ring, still pissed off!

LR: Well I can’t say I blame him, he had a huge opportunity to win a breakthrough match for him and Chemical X managed to pull off the victory...

BC: And the National title stays with GPW! Ha!

LR: Up next, we have a match that’s been seven years in the making...

Winner is sole CWF Commissioner

LR: Alright, folks…this one has been in the making for seven years, ever since the day’s of the MWWF where these two men became allies…one man founding the infamous X-Rated stable, the other becoming a member of it and becoming the breakout star from that group. The founder? Maniac. The breakout star? Jeff Jericho. This is a match we thought we’d never see, but here we are only moments away from watching the two biggest stars that this circle has produced going head to head!

BC: And if that wasn’t big enough on its own…this one is for all the marbles! The winner will become the sole commissioner of the CWF! That’s right, Larry! No more of this co-commissioner stuff…the winner will claim a huge chunk of power for his organization!

LR: Absolutely! And think of the repercussions…if Maniac wins this, the CWF may be able to gain some momentum and fight back against GPW…but if Jericho wins…well…

BC: It’ll be the deathblow for the CWF!

LR: We can only hope!

BC: Think of the history between these two men, it’s unbelievable. Maniac was in the prime of his career in the MWWF…every wrestling fan in the world would tune in every week to watch Maniac dominate this industry. And then he formed X-Rated and took Jeff Jericho, Steve Dart, Freeze, T-Money, and Shadow Maxx under his wing as members. Every one of those men went on to achieve huge success in the CWF…two of them are Hall of Famers! But Jeff Jericho became his own entity, he became the face of the CWF, and he became world renowned. Anyone in this business who hasn’t heard of this man is a complete idiot! But I’ll give credit where credit is due, Maniac gave him his break…

LR: They took different paths…Maniac achieved stardom in the MWWF and most recently in the NWF. Jeff Jericho made the most of what the CWF gave him and he became arguably the greatest wrestler of all time. This is no doubt the climax of this CWF/GPW war, and the result of this match will no doubt be felt starting next week on Brawl!

[We cut to the ring.]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, where the winner will be declared the sole commissioner of the Classic Wrestling Federation!

[The crowd erupts in anticipation of this match for the ages.]

Announcer: Introducing first…from Toronto, Ontario!

[The crowd cheers at the mention of their hometown.]

Announcer: Weighing in at 266 pounds…he is a CWF Hall of Famer, and the owner of Golden Productions Wrestling… “THE GOLDEN ONE” JEFF JERICHO!

[The crowd absolutely explodes into a chorus of boos as “Play the Game” by Motorhead hits, and Jeff Jericho steps out from behind the curtain in a golden robe with “Golden One” handwritten across the back. He struts down the aisle with an arrogant smirk on his face, taunting the crowd along the way. Finally, he climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes and into the ring.]

BC: He looks great, Larry! He’s ready for this!

LR: I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more ready!

Announcer: And his opponent!

[The crowd erupts.]

Announcer: From Toronto, Ontario!

[The crowd again pops at the mention of their hometown.]

Announcer: Weighing in at 275 pounds…the one, the only….MANIAC!

[The crowd explodes as “Turn the Page” by Metallica hits. When the drums kick in, pyro explodes at the entrance ramp and smoke covers the stage. Stepping through the smoke is Maniac, clad in black tights with realistic looking fire up the sides, black boots, and his trademark leather jacket and sunglasses. He walks with intensity down to the ring, the dead leaves in the aisle crunching beneath his feet. He climbs through the ropes and grabs a mic. Jericho looks confused.]

BC: What’s this? The time for talking is done, you idiot!

LR: You know Maniac has always been long winded, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised.

BC: Good point.

MANIAC: Well, well, well…here we are in the single greatest city on the face of the earth…

[The crowd pops loudly.]

MANIAC: …in Toronto, Canada….my hometown, Jeff Jericho’s hometown…hell, I’ve fought some classic battles in this very arena, but this one may be the biggest. And it just seems to me like in a match like this, there’s only one man that should be calling it from the booth, and that man sure as hell isn’t Larry Robinson!

[The crowd erupts and then begins to chant “Larry sucks! Larry sucks!”]

LR: Hey! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

BC: Don’t listen to ‘em, Larry! They’re just upset you don’t end every sentence with “eh”!

MANIAC: So win, lose, or draw tonight…if this is my final act as CWF commissioner, so be it…but Larry Robinson, get your stinkin’ ass out of this arena right now, YOU’RE FIRED!

[The crowd explodes!]

LR: NO! NO! I WILL NOT GO!

BC: He can’t do this! He can’t!

MANIAC: Allow me to introduce your replacement…the best damn announcer in the history of this business…the voice of the Classic Wrestling Federation….TEDDY TURNBUCKLE!

[A resounding “Yyyeeeeaaaaahhhhh!” from the crowd is followed by the emergence of Teddy Turnbuckle at the top of the entrance ramp. He receives a huge ovation from the crowd as he marches down the aisle in a suit, complete with a red bow tie, and walks over to the commentator’s booth. Larry Robinson sits in his chair with his arms crossed, refusing to leave.]

LR: No. Nuh uh. I’m not leaving. And you can’t make me!

[Suddenly, Teddy Turnbuckle smacks the headset off of Larry Robinson and leaps over the table, toppling over Larry Robinson and sending them both crashing backwards on the chair and to the floor.]

BC: Hey! Ahhh!

[The crowd is chanting “Ted-dy! Ted-dy! Ted-dy!”]

[Teddy throws wild punches at him until Robinson manages to squirm his way out of the situation and retreats around the ring and up the ramp, cursing at both Teddy and Maniac on his way up, promising that we haven’t seen the last of him.]

[Teddy Turnbuckle waves to the crowd and mouths the words “thank you” to Maniac, and then puts his headset on for the first time since September 11th. Maniac smiles at him and urges the crowd to get louder, which they do.]

BC: What’re you doing here, you geek!? You were fired! Wrestling fans have been treated to the best announcing they’ve ever heard, and you’re ruining it! Get the hell out of here!

TT: I’m back, you punk! Jeff Jericho can’t keep me down, Larry Robinson can’t keep me down, the GPW can’t keep me down and by God, Bobby Crane, you can’t keep me down either! This is the match of the century that’s about to take place, so let’s get back to ringside!

BC: Damnit! This is not fair to Blair!

TT: What in hell does Paul Blair have to do with this?

BC: I don’t know, but I’m sure I’ll think of something…

[We cut back to ringside.]

TT: Well it looks like this one is ready to begin, and I can’t wait to see this…

[Suddenly, some all too familiar music hits.]

TT: What the hell is this?!

#Convict...
AKON AND YOUNG JEEZY
TRYING TO SAKE IT EASY
ONLY WAY TO GO
AND SO....#

["Soul Survivor" by Young Jeezy and Akon begins to play over the speaker and the crowd begins to boo knowing who it is.]

#IF YOU LOOKIN FOR ME
ILL BE ON THE BLOCK
WITH MY THING COCKED
POSSIBLY SITTIN ON A DROP NOW!#

[S M A S H !]

[An armored van comes smashing through the set and continues down the ramp, stopping inches before the ring. A hatch on the roof pops open and Chemical X pops out of it smiling, dressed in Swat Team gear complete with a bullet proof vest.]

TT: That’s Chemical X! He has no business out here!

Chemical X: {screaming into the mic} THE NEW EMPIRE... Seven Years in the making and you thought you wouldn't see me! THIS IS THE NEW EMPIRE!

[Chemical X stands up and is showered with boos.]

Chemical X: You can boo all you want, I’m not out here for the CWF anyway. I’m here in the interest of the GPW!

[Chemical X stomps on the roof of the armored truck and men dressed in swat team gear pour out of the armored car. They each have rifles on there back and are holding night sticks]

TT: What in God’s name is the meaning of this?!

BC: You’ll hear it if you just shut you damn mouth for two seconds…

Chemical X: Allow me to introduce the world to the Security of the NEW EMPIRE. The GPW EMPIRE!

[The security guards position themselves around the ring and up the ramp.]

Chemical X: See, the way I see it is, there are many people who don’t like the EMPIRE, they want to try and bring the GPW down! Silent Angus and his coalition, where ever the fuck they are... they want to shut down the progress of GOLDEN PRODUCTIONS!

The way I see it is, it is in the best interest of the company to protect its investment. So since there is a GPW member every match after this... I feel that it’s only proper that the GPW Security Agents should protect the GPW investment!

If anyone thinks they are going to INTERFERE with one of these matches. They need to get through my men... and they need to get through ME!

[Chemical X reaches into the hatch and pulls out a lawn chair. He seats himself on top of the armored truck and looks around.]

Chemical X: Good seat up here... let’s have us a fucking match!

[We cut back to the ring.]

TT: This is ridiculous! How is Maniac supposed to focus on Jeff Jericho when he’s got Chemical X and a bloody GPW swat team at ringside?!

BC: I guess he’ll just have to suck it up! Ha!

*DING DING DING*

TT: Here we go, folks…this is a match you’d almost expect to see at Super Card, but we have it for you here tonight at the CWF’s Fall Fever 2005!

[Maniac and Jericho stare at each other from across the ring. The crowd is absolutely electric, threatening to blow the roof off of the arena and they haven’t even come to blows yet. They begin to intensify their glares, shouting back and forth at one another…then, finally, they march to the center of the ring and go nose to nose. The crowd goes absolutely haywire as the two berate each other in the center of the ring.]

TT: This is as intense as they come, ladies and gentlemen!

BC: And this is their hometown! What better to place for Jericho to defeat Maniac than right here in Toronto!

TT: That’s a hell of a tall order, Bobby….Maniac taught this man how to be a star, and Jericho has studied Maniac at length…these two know each other inside and out.

[Suddenly, Jericho hauls off and slaps Maniac flush across the face. The crowd explodes into boos. Maniac hangs his head for a moment, his jet black hair covering his face. He rubs his cheek and shakes his head. Then, he flips his hair back and a grin crosses his face. He hauls off and slaps Jericho back! Jericho backs up, rubbing his cheek as the crowd explodes, getting behind Maniac. Jericho storms back to the center of the ring and goes nose to nose with Maniac again.]

TT: My God what intensity! I can’t describe what it’s like to be here right now, folks! You could cut the tension with a knife!

BC: Speaking of cutting things…did you just cut the cheese, Teddy?

TT: {sighing} Stop making jokes, this is an absolute dream match!

[Jericho shoves Maniac, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd boos loudly.]

BC: Ha! Take that, CWF!

[Maniac gets to his feet, and with a sour look on his face, shoves Jeff Jericho so hard that he crashes to the mat and bounces to the outside of the ring.]

TT: Take that, GPW!

[Jericho throws a fit on the outside – he becomes a blur of hair flying and cursing. Maniac invites him back into the ring, holding the ropes open for him. Jericho hesitates, but Maniac insists. Jericho climbs up onto the apron and begins to climb through the ropes, but then pulls back, paranoid that Maniac is up to something. Maniac again insists that he get in the ring. Jericho hesitates again for a moment, but then quickly climbs through the ropes. Maniac looks at him and grins, knowing that he’s gotten into his head.]

TT: A very sportsmanlike gesture by Maniac there…

BC: What a complete wuss! He may have just let a huge opportunity go, he could have split Jericho in half with those ropes and given himself a huge advantage in this match, but noooo…{in a mocking voice} Maniac has to be “sportsmanlike!”

TT: It’s called “respect,” Bobby…you should look it up sometime.

[They circle each other…finally, they lock horns, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Thousands of camera flashes go off as Maniac overpowers Jericho and shoves him down to the mat! Jericho’s face turns beat red, clearly upset at being shown up in front of their hometown crowd. He bolts to his feet and tackles Maniac, throwing wild punches at him on the mat. Maniac rolls him over and lands a few haymakers of his own, before Jericho rolls him back over…and round and round they go, rolling around the ring throwing rights and lefts in a blur of action, much to the delight of the crowd.]

TT: They are going at it tooth and nail here! Left hands, right hands, I can’t keep track and I don’t think either one of the two men in the ring can either! Finally the referee separates them here…

BC: Did you see those closed fists by Maniac? He should be disqualified!

TT: Oh give me a break!

[The referee manages to restore order…until they collide again, that is. They exchange blows on their feet this time, each landing huge blows and even more camera flashes light up the crowd. Finally, Jericho has enough and sticks his thumb in Maniac’s eye. Maniac staggers back into the ropes trying to regain his vision. Jericho takes full advantage and clotheslines him to the outside. Maniac hits the floor hard and struggles to his feet…then drops to one knee, the wind knocked out of him.]

TT: What a cheap tactic by Jericho, sticking his thumb in Maniac’s eye in the middle of the brawl in the center of the ring! And now Maniac is hurting here…

BC: That’s right, Maniac is hurting! Mission accomplished, it was no cheap tactic, it was a tactic plain and simple, and it worked! Now shut up, you monkey!

[Jericho heads to the top rope and the crowd boos as he leaps off to the outside and connects with a double axe-handle across Maniac’s head. Maniac drops to his knees and then flat on his face as Jericho taunts the crowd for some huge heat. He grabs Maniac by the hair and repeatedly slams his face into the concrete floor. The referee leaps out of the ring to pull him off, but Jericho shoves him away. The ref, obviously letting this one fly, orders Jericho back into the ring…but Jericho instead pulls Maniac up and knocks his head into the ring post! Maniac drops to the ground clutching his forehead. Jericho raises his hands in the air to the referee as if he didn’t do anything wrong, and then rolls back into the ring. The crowd is livid as Jericho taunts them some more.]

TT: Maniac has been assaulted by Jericho on the outside of the ring, and he came damn near getting disqualified for shoving that referee…

BC: Blah blah blah, shut up. Maniac is in a world of hurt, he clearly had no idea what he was getting into when he signed up for this!

[Maniac gets back to his knees and uses the apron to pull himself up, but Jericho bounces off the ropes and nails him with a baseball slide, sending Maniac crashing into the guardrail! Maniac slumps across the guardrail, his arms spread out and holding him up, his hair hanging over his face. Jericho sails over the top rope looking for a cross body, but Maniac jolts up and catches him, perhaps in desperation, and powerslams him down on the concrete! The crowd erupts!]

BC: Ahhh!

TT: Maniac has just crushed Jericho’s back! And that could prove to be a huge turning point in the match, however early it is!

[Maniac roughly rolls Jericho back into the ring and climbs in after him. Jericho backs himself into a corner and drops to his knees, begging Maniac off and favoring his back. Maniac doesn’t buy it, and unloads on him in the corner, pounding on him with a flurry of kicks and punches. Jericho is backed into the turnbuckle and hunched over, half in pain and half trying to protect himself. Maniac chops him in the chest, the echo carrying throughout the arena.]

Crowd: Woooo!

[Maniac chops him again, this time harder. Jericho hops up and down in pain.]

Crowd: Wooooo!

[Maniac shoves him back into the corner and chops him yet again, this time even harder.]

Crowd: Wooooooo!

TT: My God! Jericho’s chest has turned bright red!

BC: You can’t treat God that way! Get Maniac out of there!

TT: Give it a damn rest! Jericho is finding out the hard way that he is mortal just like everybody else!

[Maniac whips him hard to the opposite corner…Jericho flips over the turnbuckle and runs across the apron, but is met with a hard clothesline from Maniac which sends Jericho flipping 360 degrees and falling from the apron to the outside, smacking his head on the concrete floor.]

TT: What a vicious clothesline by Maniac! Jericho is the one in trouble now!

BC: Come on, Jericho….get him! The GPW is counting on you!

[The ref backs Maniac off from going out after him. We zoom in on Jericho, who is now busted open quite badly, blood pouring down his face. Chemical X stands up on top of his truck and screams words of encouragement at him.]

BC: AHHHH! His blood is red! His blood is red! It’s supposed to be golden, damnit! Maniac must have drugged him or something, this is an outrage!

TT: Would you get real?! Jeff Jericho is in big time trouble here, and Maniac has snuck to the outside!

[Maniac crawls under the ropes, much to the chagrin of the referee, and stomps ruthlessly on the fallen and bloody Jeff Jericho. He pulls him up and whips him hard into the ringsteps, sending Jericho flipping right over top of them and sprawling across the arena floor clutching his knees.]

BC: No! No! No! Damnit, no! His knee may have friggin’ exploded right there!

TT: It’s so easy to blow your knees on those steel steps, and I have never seen anyone crash into them with that velocity before in my life! Jericho is in serious, serious trouble here.

[Maniac climbs back into the ring at the orders of the referee. Jericho is curled up on the floor clutching his knees, and the referee begins to count him out.]

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TT: And Jericho has been…hey, wait a damn minute!

[Suddenly, Chemical X leaps off the hood of his truck and rolls Jericho back into the ring quickly, just barely beating the count. The crowd explodes into boos.]

TT: COME ON! Maniac had him beat!

BC: Ha! Good job, X!

[Maniac berates the official for allowing this to happen. Chemical X smirks at him from the outside. Maniac leans over the top rope screaming at him…suddenly, Jericho crawls up behind Maniac and catches him with an inside cradle! He has a handful of tights!]

TT: The cover!

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[The crowd erupts as Maniac finds a way to overcome a surprise roll up and a handful of tights.]

TT: My God that was too close for comfort!

BC: Come on, ref! Count faster you idiot! Earn your pay cheque!

[Maniac immediately pounces back on Jericho, targeting his knees. He grabs his leg and lifts it high into the air…and SLAMS it down, knee first, into the canvas! Jericho screams out in pain, clutching his knee. Maniac grabs it again…lifts it high into the air…and again slams it into the mat, Jericho’s knee bouncing off the canvas. Jericho rolls around in pain, and desperately backs himself into the ropes. The ref orders Maniac back off as he checks to see if Jericho wants to continue. He does, of course. Maniac charges in at him, but Jericho, perhaps out of pure instinct, gets his boot up, using his upper body as his source of strength to do so. Maniac staggers back, and Jericho limps forward, exploding at him with a bulldog, planting Maniac’s face into the mat.]

TT: Oh! And Jericho has turned the tables here! Both men are down…Jericho can barely stand after Maniac sent them exploding off the steel ringsteps…Maniac may be out cold after that perfectly executed bulldog!

BC: But Jericho is to his feet! Ha! He really is God, he just resurrected himself!

TT: What!? He used the damn ring ropes to pull himself up, what match are you watching?!

[Jericho flops himself on top of Maniac for a cover.]

BC: It’s all over!

TT: The ref makes the count!

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BC: Ahhhh no! No! No! Damnit! No!

TT: Maniac gets a shoulder up and this match continues!

[Jericho argues about a slow count…the ref insists that it was only two…as he argues, Maniac sneaks up behind him and rolls him up with an inside cradle! They are far from the center of the ring, with Maniac’s head sticking out between the ropes, but Jericho seems to be caught by surprise and doesn’t grab a rope…the ref makes a cover!]

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TT: HEY! DAMNIT!

BC: HA!

[One of Chemical X’s GPW security guards bashes Maniac in the face with his S.W.A.T. shield. Maniac is immediately busted open and knocked unconscious, and slumps back to the mat. The referee did not see it, as his field of vision was blocked by Maniac and Jericho.]

TT: Come on! Don’t taint an amazing match like this, damnit!

[Jericho can barely crawl over to him, his knees obviously causing him a great deal of pain. But he manages to drape his arm across Maniac’s chest for a cover.]

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BC: YES! HAHAHA!

*DING DING DING*

Announcer: Here is your winner…and the sole commissioner of the Classic Wrestling Federation…. “THE GOLDEN ONE” JEFF JERICHO!

[The crowd is absolutely livid, and they begin to throw garbage into the ring. The GPW S.W.A.T. team surrounds the ring area, almost mockingly preventing a riot.]

TT: Give me a damn break! Maniac got screwed by GPW, and now Jeff Jericho is the damn commissioner of the CWF! This is a damn crime!

BC: And somewhere out there, Mark Xamin is crying a river and taking a piss in a bed pan! Ha!

TT: That is absolutely tasteless, you imbecile! Mark Xamin has been hospitalized since that brutal Hell in a Cell match with Paul Blair at Summer Smash, and Maniac was the CWF’s last ray of hope! GPW may have just dealt the CWF its deathblow! Damnit!

BC: I knew he’d do it! Never doubted him for a second! Jeff Jericho really is God!

TT: {sighing} We need to take one final commercial break, but we will return with our main event here at Fall Fever 2005 on ESPN!

BC: I’m a little nervous…Blair’s career is on the line!

TT: It is indeed, as is Tyrone Walker’s, as the CWF World Heavyweight title will be decided in a loser leaves town match! And I have to say, after Jericho becoming the CWF commissioner, if Blair beats Tyrone Walker and runs him out of the CWF here tonight…that would be a decisive blow to the CWF, and we would have to look to new stars to fill the void. And after the assault last week by Chemical X and Chris Reinhardt on Tyrone Walker in the handi-capped match, I don’t know if Walker can possibly be in fighting shape here tonight…and I know Brawl was blacked out last week, but trust me, it was absolutely brutal.

BC: That was so fair to Blair I could cry!

TT: For God’s sake, enough already with this “fair to Blair” crap, it’s getting annoying.

BC: You’re just jealous!

Announcer: The following contest is a Loser Leaves Town match for the CWF World Heavyweight championship, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing fir…

[The announcer is interrupted by the CWF-tron, which shows footage from the backstage area. Tyrone Walker is completely laid out at the feet of Paul Blair and Triple X. Blair holds a badly dented steel chair in his hands, and X’s knuckles are taped with jagged pieces of glass. Walker is a bloody mess, completely unconscious. Blair and Triple X each grab one of Walker’s legs and begin dragging him through the halls toward the arena.]

TT: THIS IS SICK! DAMNIT THIS IS SICK!

BC: HAHAHAHA! You know what this is?!

TT: Shut up, you moron! This isn’t fair to Blair or anyone else, this is a damn crime! Tyrone Walker’s career is about to end thanks to GPW! For God’s sake if Mark Xamin were here or if Maniac were still the commissioner, Blair probably would have been stripped of the title!

BC: But Xamin isn’t here and Maniac is no longer the commissioner, so shut up! Haha!

[The crowd erupts into boos as Blair and Triple X emerge on the entrance ramp with Tyrone Walker in tow. Chemical X hops off his truck in the aisle and helps drag Walker’s lifeless body to the ring. Once there, with the help of a few GPW security guards, they heave Walker into the ring. Blair climbs through the ropes.]

TT: What the hell is this, damnit?! They can’t possibly expect the match to actually sta…

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TT: Damnit!

BC: Hahaha!

[Out from the back races a referee with wearing a shirt with golden stripes rather than the standard black an white.]

TT: Oh wonderful, how classy…what’s this, GPW has their own referees now? Give me a damn break.

BC: CWF referees just don’t do their jobs properly, Teddy! Ha!

[Blair puts one foot on Walker’s chest. Walker lays there a mangled wreck as the GPW referee makes the count.]

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TT: That is absolutely pathetic.

Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL CWF World Heavyweight Champion….PAUL BLAIR!

BC: Hahaha! That was so brilliant! How inspiring! What a hard fought victory by the Ruler!

TT: Give me a break! Tyrone Walker got mugged two weeks in a row by GPW, and then got absolutely screwed once again by GPW here tonight, and his CWF career is now over thanks to Paul Blair and Triple X!

BC: Well it’s for the best, Tyrone just couldn’t hack it here!

TT: Give your head a shake, you idiot…he was the brightest star the CWF had, and now Blair is in the clear until Halloween Extreme, when he has to defend his title….and who knows who his opponent is gonna be now?! With Jericho calling the shots, it could be anyone he damn well wants!

[Blair holds Walker’s head up slightly off the mat and mockingly poses for the cameras as if Walker was some kind of trophy game. Triple X drapes the CWF World Heavyweight title on Blair’s shoulders and pats it, raising Blair’s arm in victory as if he’d just been through the most grueling match of his life.]

TT: Absolutely sickening. Paul Blair won the title nearly a month ago and he has yet to defend it in a legitimate match!

BC: That’s because he’s smarter than the average Blair! Ha!

TT: {sighing} We’re out of time, fans…thank you for joining us here on ESPN for Fall Fever 2005! See you next week on Brawl!

[We zoom in on Blairs twisted grin, his chest and arms covered in Tyrone Walker’s blood.]

[Fade to black.]