CWC Presents [The CWC logo flashes on and off the black screen in a matter of seconds, as we cut to a black and white shot from last week. Bryan Baxman and Kirsta Lewis are in the backstage area of the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium, as Baxman is looking for The Border Patrol.] Baxman: Kirsta...have you seen The Border Patrol? Not only do I need The Flying Enchilada here... [The scene cuts a head, and is now seen from a different angle, as Baxman looks none too pleased with the Hell Cat.] Kirsta: And just what is THAT look for? [Her emphasized stating of his first name echoes, as we cut ahead to later in the show where the two are in Baxman’s office backstage - the chairman sitting in his chair behind is desk staring across at Kirsta, who is sitting with her legs crossed, arms folded, and an angry look on her face.] Baxman: Look Kirsta, I don’t know what you want me to do. You lost your qualifying match. I can’t just put you in the tournament anyway. Baxman: I understand that sir, but she lost her... [We cut ahead just another couple of seconds, as he’s hanging up the phone.] Baxman: Fine...you’re in the tournament. [Cut ahead to a shot of Kirsta from a different angle.] Kirsta: Hopefully now you understand how things are going to work around here... [His last words echo as he leans back in his chair before we cut to a live shot of Bryan Baxman and Michael Norcia backstage.] Baxman: We’ve got to get the reigns on Kirsta. Isn’t there anything you can do about this? [Norcia, wearing a light grey suit with a black shirt underneath takes his cigar out of his mouth and smirks.] Norcia: Sorry pal...I’m not getting in the middle of this one. Baxman: But you... [Norcia quickly holds up his hand, causing Baxman to stop mid sentence.] Norcia: That has nothing to do what’s going on here in CWC. You knew what the fuck you were getting into when you took this job. Now you’ve got to deal with it. [Letting out an obviously frustrated sigh, Baxman folds his arms across his chest and leans up against the wall.] Baxman: So the inmates are running the asylum... [Norcia takes a puff from his cigar and laughs.] Norcia: Welcome to the professional wrestling business...
--Start the Show--
Beav: Happy Valentine’s day everyone! This is Championship Wrestling Council’s Whiplash! Mouth: Valentine’s day’s for chumps. I’ll only honor it if the girl I’m with will honor “Steak and BJ Day!” Beav: “Steak and BJ Day?” Mouth: Yes! It comes in March. Valentine’s Day is a total chick holiday...flowers, candy, jewelry...NOTHING a guy really WANTS to do! What men REALLY want, as we all know, is a good steak followed by a good BJ! Beav: Well, my sweet Vera sure could cook me a good steak before her untimely passing a couple of years ago. But I’m not sure what you mean by “BJ...” Mouth: ........Jesus Christ...fellatio? Oral copulation? Beav: I’m still not following, Mouth... Mouth: A BLOW JOB, YOU FAT SOUTHERN BASTARD!!! STEAK AND A BLOW JOB!!! Beav: Oh my..............and that’s a real holiday? Mouth: It is on my calendar! [The lights suddenly start to flicker in the arena, and once again we hear the heart beat that we heard last week - this time faster than before - as the Jumbo-Tron lights up with the words “Evil arrives tonight...” The text pulses with the sound of the heart beat, until the heartbeat once again stops, and the same evil laugh from last week once again echoes out through the arena before the lights go back to normal.] Beav: Evil arrives tonight? What in the world does this all mean, Mouth? Mouth: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ASK ME QUESTIONS I OBVIOUSLY DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO!!! Beav: It was just... Mouth: WAIT! Let me guess....rhetorical? Beav: Exactly! Mouth: Thank god...it’s time for the opening match...
–Match - Kostoff vs. Matthew Murphy–
CR: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall [WINNER VIA PINFALL: MATTHEW MURPHY]
[The scene opens up inside the locker room of Peter Lenex. Wearing his wrestling attire and black trench coat, and seated on a chair near an open locker, sits the man himself, a cell phone to his ear. And thanks to the magic of technology, we are able to hear both sides of the conversation.] Lenex: Tonight is the night, Alexander. Tonight is the night for my redemption. Alexander: Well, good luck. It won't be easy at all. Lenex: Oh, I never thought it would be. Never in the slightest did I think that. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't care if we lost the match, as long as I could redeem myself for last week. Alexander: I guess that makes sense. Wanting to punish them like they punished you. [Lenex pauses and smiles.] Lenex: Moreso, Alexander. I won't to make sure that my...impression has been left on their minds. Alexander: Sort of like my debut, eh? Lenex: Sort of....but even more impressive. These people already know my name, so I don't need to make a big splash. They just need to know that I am not comfortable being a fourth string rookie to their massive, over-rated egos. Alexander: But isn't that, in itself, an over-rated ego type reaction? Lenex: Perhaps. But, I guess we can see that if they don't want to acknowledge theirs, then I won't acknowledge mine. Alexander: Sounds about right. [Lenex stands up from his seat.] Lenex: So just pay attention to the show, and perhaps you'll see my reign of terror extend for another week. Alexander: Wouldn't miss it. [There's a pause, as neither side says anything.] Lenex: So where about is he? Alexander: Who? Alexander: He should be arriving there tonight. He left a few days ago to get there. [As if on cue, there's a knock on the locker room door.] Lenex: Speak of the devil, perhaps thats him. Alexander: Alright. I'll talk to you later. [Lenex and Alexander hang up their phones as the knocker knocks again. Lenex walks towards the door which, unfortunately is in a blind spot of the room. He opens the door but before we can hear anything more, the scene fades to black.]
–Match: Tournament Qualifying Match - Triple Threat - Blake Stone vs. Eric “The Iceman” Sailes vs. Vinnybotz– Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a qualifying triple threat match for the CWC Championship Tournament, where only the competitor who is pinned will NOT advance into the tournament! [As the orchestral version of “Seven Days to the Wolves” by Nightwish begins to blast, the lights Go Out, Flaming Pyro Hits And Vinnybotz is shown Raising his Right Arm at the end of the stage. He then makes his way towards the ring. When he arrives at ringside, he jumps onto the apron and Flaming Pyro Shoots from all 4 poles. He steps into the ring and sits in the far corner waiting.] Cassandra: Introducing first...weighing in at 245 pounds, and wrestling out of Astoria, New York....VINNYBOTZ!!! Mouth: What the HELL kind of stupid name is that? Beav: About as stupid as someone being nicknamed after a bodily orifice, I reckon... Mouth: Huh?.........HEY! [“Coming Undone” by Korn begins to play. Tyus steps out from the back and looks around the arena to the mixed reaction from the fans. He lifts his arms overhead and the drops to this side and seemingly bows his head to say a quick prayer before he starts down the aisle. He briefly slaps hands with a couple of fans before focusing himself on the ring.] Cassandra: Introducing next...weighing in at 215 pounds, and wrestling out of Anniston, Alabama....BLAKE STONE!!! Beav: Another newcomer here to CWC! He made a heckuva impression in PWX, and now he’s looking to do the same here! Mouth: Who cares... Beav: Be nice, Mouth! [As "Enemy" hits the load speakers, Sailes walks out to the ramp. The reception is deafening with cheers. He stops at the ramp and strikes an arrogant pose as a purple spotlight hits on him. He walks confidently towards the ring, up the stairs in under the second rope. He pops up on the nearest turnbuckle and strikes his trademark pose.] Cassandra: And finally, weighing in at 275 pounds, and wrestling out of Sailes Island in the South Pacific....ERIC “THE ICEMAN” SAILES!!! Beav: Two of these three men will be able to compete for the two singles championships that will be up for grabs in the tournament! Who’s the unlucky one? Mouth: I’ve got one guess... [The bell rings, and Vinnybotz quickly rolls out of the ring and starts digging under the ring. Sailes and Stone look at each other confused, as Vinnybotz quickly finds what he was looking for, and pulls out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Beav mentions that this isn’t a no-disqualification match. Sliding back into the ring, both Sailes and Stone don’t let him get back to his feet as they both begin stomping away at him, causing him to let go of the bat. The referee quickly picks up the bat and throws it out of the ring. The bigger Sailes shoves Stone out of the way and pulls Vinnybotz up and throws him into the corner, pummeling him with hard body shots before whipping him across the ring and into the opposite corner, where he slams hard into the turnbuckles. Blake Stone takes advantage and grabs Vinnybotz with an inside cradle and rolls him up for a pin attempt.] ONE... TWO... [But Sailes breaks up the pin with a boot to the back. He reaches down and pulls Stone to his feet, connects with a stinging right hand to the jaw and quickly whips him into the ropes. Stone ducks underneath a clothesline and hits the far ropes, coming back with a flying cross body press, taking Sailes down to the mat and hooking the leg for a cover.] ONE.... T.... [Kickout before two. Stone jumps back to his feet and pulls Sailes back to his feet, hitting a knife edged chop across the chest of the larger Iceman, and then pushes him back into the ropes and attempts an Irish whip, but Sailes easily reverses it and it’s Stone who’s sent across the ring. He springboards off the middle rope though, and comes back nailing Sailes with an elbow, knocking him off balance. Vinnybotz is back to his feet and charges Stone, but Stone catches him with a drop toe hold and immediately locks him up into an STF. Vinnybotz is in obvious pain, and is just about to tap out when Sailes gets back to his feet and kickes Blake Stone in the head, forcing him to release the hold. Sailes pulls Stone to his feet, connects with a boot to the stomach, and grabs him for a gut wrench slam. Pulling Stone back to his feet again, he measures him up, and takes him down to the mat with a short armed clothesline. He drops down and covers Blake...] ONE.... TWO... [Stone gets a shoulder up. Sailes pulls him back up to his feet again, but Stone catches him off guard with a big overhand right, grabs the stunned Sailes by the back of the head and throws him out of the ring through the ropes, sending him crashing down to the mat. Vinnybotz is back to his feet again, charges Stone, but Stone saw him coming and connects with a dropkick. He’s back to his feet with a nip up and catches Vinnybotz with a roaring elbow just as he is back to his feet as well, grabs him, and hits the “Voluntary Manslaughter” finisher on the rookie, and then hooks the leg for the cover.] ONE.... TWO... THREE... [Sailes tried to get back into the ring, but was just a split second too late as Blake Stone picks up the win over Vinnybotz, sending both himself and Eric Sailes into the tournament.] [WINNER VIA PINFALL: BLAKE STONE]
–Respect– [We cut to the back, where Tiffany Jackson is standing by with Double$s next to her, looking rather angry. Tiffany looks at him with a bit of a concerned look.] TJ: Ladies and gentlemen, I have here with me Double$s. You asked for this time...what would you like to say? [Glaring at Tiffany for a second, he snaps his neck towards the camera and glares right into the lens.] Double$s: I’ve been here three weeks now & have only had one match. Why? Lack of respect on the staffs part. That’s fine. No need to cry over spilt milk. Since the staff doesn’t want to respectfully put me into any matches. I’ll have to do something to change that. I’ll get my respect one way or another. Through fear if I have to. Everyone in the back prepare to “Enter The Darkness”. [Before she can respond, Double$s storms out of the camera’s view, leaving Tiffany looking confused.] TJ: Well, that was interesting... [Cut back to ringside.]
–Match - Tag Team - Matt Sloan/Brandon Watkins vs. Savage Youth/Patrick Pines-- [Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve hits the arena sound system to a decent crowd pop. The sounds of "Bittersweet Symphony" explode over the PA system, as the lights begin to flash shades of red and gold. Sparks begin to pour from the over hang of the stage, as two figures emerge from behind the curtain. The figures step out, walking through the sparks, and identify themselves as Brandon Watkins and his manager Jessica Bollinger. The couple strikes a pose, as a rather large silver pyro shoots off behind them. The couple then, hand in hand, makes their way down the entrance ramp, and stops at the steel steps leading up into the ring. Brandon holds Jessica's hand as she makes her way up the steps, quickly jumping on the ring apron and holding the ropes open for her. After entering himself, he climbs the far turnbuckle and strikes yet another pose for the fans, patiently awaiting his opponent.] CR: from Phoenix, Arizona…weighing 235 pounds…accompanied by Jessica Bollinger…Brandon Watkins! HC: He’s well known throughout the wrestling world and tonight he teams up with the same man he teamed with at The Big Bang Theory. You think it’ll be the same result tonight Mouth? MM: I don’t know, I mean I know Pines is a loser and Savage Youth is insane, but neither of them are as big a douche as The Ace! CR: and his partner… [“In The Clouds,” begins to play, with Matt Sloan strutting his way to the stage as the first verse hits, spinning as he hits the ramp, then slapping skin with the fans and dancing his way to the ring. He climbs onto the barricade, pumping his fists with the fans to the beat, until he jumps down and slides into the ring, tilting his sunglasses as he climbs the turnbuckle, dancing for the fans.] CR: …from Mercury, Nevada…weighing 233 pounds…Matt Sloan. HC: A great showing at The Big Bang Theory from this high energy youngster. Tonight he’s got two very strange individuals going against him. MM: This kid annoys me, he’s so damn happy all the time! No one is that happy all the time, unless they’re brain dead. Guess what this guy is? CR: And their opponents…first… [The arena lights go down and the opening to “Don't Stop Believing” by Journey blares over the speakers as a figure under a spotlight emerges from back. He looks primed for battle, ready to dominate. Heading towards the middle of the stage, he soaks in the crowd's reaction and grins in excitement. With a loud “Woooo!”, he raises his fist into the air with authority, and, without warning, his music begins to skip, looping the words “small-town girl” several times before cutting off entirely. His video, meanwhile, begins to blink out before eventually displaying the words “Tracking Error.” Even his special lighting cue is gone, leaving him with the flickering house lights. A thoroughly bummed out Pines sighs despondently before heading into the ring.] CR: from Wolbach, Nebraska…weighing 190 pounds…Patrick Pines. HC: A winning start to this young mans CWC career but tonight he’s got a tag team partner he has to deal with. Will that affect Pines tonight? MM: I doubt it, Pines has enough trouble getting into the ring, let alone dealing with Savage Youth! [Sin by Stone Temple Pilots plays to a decent crowd pop as Savage Youth runs down the ramp waving to the fans before sliding into the ring.] CR: from Rapid City, South Dakota…weighing 224 pounds…Savage Youth. HC: We’ve got four top competitors in that ring Mouth, these are the kind of talented wrestlers that the CWC can really build around! MM: Yeah, if they want to build a house that gets blown down the second Baxman farts! Come on Beav, look at these four, there’s not four brain cells between them! [The match opens up with Sloan and Youth trading arm drags and hip tosses before Sloan takes control with a thrust kick to the mid section and then a swinging neckbreaker. He tags in Watkins who hammers down on Youth with forearm shots to the back and then whips him off the ropes and scores with a back drop. He tags out to Sloan who comes off the second turnbuckle with a knee drop and into the first cover of the match.] ONE… TWO… [Youth kicks out and is able to block a right hand from Sloan and hit a jaw breaker before tagging in Pines who hits the ring and nails Sloan with a drop kick and makes a cover.] ONE… TWO… [Sloan kicks out but Pines stays on him with some elbows to the top of the head before hitting a nice snap suplex. Pines goes to come off the ropes but Watkins knee’s him in the back from the apron and Pines stops, he turns around but Sloan is up and his nails a German suplex on Pines knocking him silly before tagging out to Watkins. Watkins hits the ring and beats down on Pines, he hits a nice shoulder breaker and then quickly goes for a cross arm breaker, but Pines quickly gets to the ropes.] HC: Watkins and Sloan working together well, I could see these two forming a great team here in CWC. MM: Yeah but look at their opponents, a retard and a guy who talks to a Teddy Bear! [Watkins keeps the pressure on Pines, working him over with various arm submissions. He holds Pines in place and tags Sloan who comes off the top, nailing Pines in the arm. The match turns when Pines is able to block a suplex attempt from Sloan and plant him with a quick DDT! The crowd pop as both men are down and the referee makes his count! With the count at 7 Pines makes the tag to Youth as Sloan gets to his feet! Youth hits a couple of running back elbows and a scoop slam before coming off the middle rope with an elbow drop. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… THREE… [With Sloan hurting Watkins comes back into the ring but Pines is quickly in and all four men start brawling as the crowd pop big! Watkins nails Savage Youth with a sit out power bomb, Pines plants Sloan with a piledriver, Pines turns around and takes a spear from Watkins, but Youth is back up and he drills Watkins with a back suplex before collapsing to the mat again. The crowd roar as all four men down and hurting!! The match finish comes as Youth clotheslines Watkins over the top rope and then dives onto him with a big splash. Pines avoids a superkick from Sloan and quickly rolls him up!] ONE… TWO… THREE!! [The crowd pop big as Patrick Pines picks up the big win for his team!!] [WINNERS VIA PINFALL: PATRICK PINES & SAVAGE YOUTH]
–Evil Resurrected–
Mouth: This is kinda creepy... “If you feel alive, Mouth: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! Beav: The wrestler formerly known just as “Heretic” has arrived in CWC! He’s a former PWX Hybrid Champion, and was a mainstay of that organization for quite some time! Mouth: Great...just what we need....another satanist. Beav: Wait folks...now I hear we have something going on backstage...let’s go back there now to see what’s going on now!
–Preemptive Strike– [We cut to the back, where there’s a fight that’s broken out between Double$s and The Demon. The two men are exchanging blows and slamming each other against the walls of the hallway they’re in. Quite a few staff members run into the scene and break it up. Both men are trying to get back at each other when Bryan Baxman and Michael Norcia come walking around the corner and see the commotion.] Norcia: ‘the fuck is this shit? [Double$s breaks away and gets back after The Demon, and this time Baxman steps in and pulls him off, spins him around, and pins him up against the wall.] Baxman: What the hell do you think you’re doing? Is this why you asked who your first round opponent was earlier today? Double$s: Damn right it is. I told you I’m sick of sitting around back here watching everyone else go out to the damn ring! Baxman: Well save it for next week....and Demon! [Baxman turns and looks to Demon.] Baxman: You’re match is about to start...get the hell out there! [He turns back to Double$s.] Baxman: And you...you get the hell out of here for the night before I pull your ass from the tournament! [Cut back to ringside]
–The Demon vs. Taryn TERROR–
CR: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall... [The venue's lighting is dimmed slowly down to complete darkness, before flickering lights begin to illuminate both the crowd and the ring....] With aversion, this insertion... came so swiftlyCut the cord, from this day forward... We'll be drifting... CR: First, on her way to the ring,, Taryn Terror! [A loud explosion of silver pyro from either side of the stage erupts in the pause of music, and from the smoke that was left in its wake, emerges Taryn TERROR. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments wearing a long black coat over her usual ring attire, pointing out to the crowd. Taryn makes a T with her hands and holds them in the air before walking down the ramp towards the ring area, visibly walking slightly in rhythm with her own theme music.] This illness is like a monster that is... eating us alive... [She enters the ring between the middle and top ropes and stands up on one of the turnbuckles, taking off her coat, which has her usual blue and white TT Logo on the back of it. She swings the coat around her head and throws it out to the crowd, who all instinctively make a dive for it. Taryn smiles as they do so, turning around and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle waiting for either her match to begin, or for her opponent to make their way to the ring.] CR: And her opponent... [The lights in the arena go completely out, a power outage of sorts... Reddish lights soon strobe from underneath the ring apron, as "Enemy" by Disturbed begins to play... ] CR: He is.... THE DEMON! [About fifteen or twenty second into the song, as the lights remain dim, the red lights suddenly go out, and ALL the pyro and fireworks pour out, in a flash, as The Demon stands in the center of the ring... At his feet, a pentagram rotates, illuminating The Demon and the ring area in a dark red glow... He raises his arms skyward, as the lights regain their normal illumination.] Mouth: I love this guy, he is crazy as hell, but I like him. Beave: I just wish'd I knew what all the fuss about Demon Juice was... Mouth: Heh, you should ask him, he might show you. Beave: Good idea Mouth: My god man, how do you not fall down more? Beave: Sure footing, that, and good boots. [The two square off, circling the ring. Taryn seems to be keeping her distance, all the while, Demon mocks her. He puts his hands up and dances limp-wristedly around the ring for a moment getting some laughs from the crowd but mostly boos. This is most aggravating to Taryn as she lunges forward and the two tie up. Demon gets the upper hand and tosses her face first into the mat. The crowd is in an uproar $as he struts around the ring, bobbing his head as he shouts at the fans.] Beav: Now that is just uncalled for. I mean, that is a lady. Mouth: Thats a wrestler, and she knows what she gets into when coming out here. [Demon pulls Taryn to her feet with a hand full of her hair and holds it tight as he pulls her close to him, yanking her head back and bringing her head very close to his. You can see his mask moving, as if he is saying something. She looks terrified as she tries to get herself free, but to no avail. Demon finally lets her go, but only to quickly grab her by the hair once again and slam her down to the mat once again. He continues to treat her like a rag doll, continuously tossing her around the ring and bouncer her from pillar to post. The crowd is constantly booing as Demon tosses her to the ropes and puts her up into the air with a Gorilla Press, and then drops her in a black hole slam.] Mouth: My god, did you see that. He use using this girl as free weights. Beav I see nothing good coming from this. This is sick, plain an' simple. [Taryn lies on the mat motionless as Demon drops to his knees at her feet. He grabs her leg and puts it up on to his shoulder, slowly crawling forward, up between her legs, making the cover in a very disrespectful way.] One... Two... Thr... Beave: NO! Mouth: What do you mean no?! No way she kicked out. Beave: Actually... I'm pretty sure that Demon lifted her up. [Demon once again grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet. She is completely helpless as she continuously falls to a knee, unable to hold herself up. Demon pulls her to her feet and drags her as he backs across the ring, making his way to the corner.] Beave: What could be possibly be thinking about? Mouth: What ever it is, it wont be good. The guy is nuts. [He bets to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, all the while holding her by the air. As he steps on the turnbuckle he places her head in between his legs and pulls her arms up behind her back.] Beave: No way, he can't [Without another moments hesitation he pulled back, hoisting her into the air, and dropping her head first with the second rope 'Demon Juice'] Mouth: My... god. Beave: He just dropped her on her head from that second rope... [Demon makes the cover as the ref hits the mat. Even next to the ropes, Taryn has no chance of reaching for them.] One... Two... Three! Beave: Academic, there was no way she was making it out of that. CR: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner.... The Demon! [WINNER VIA PINFALL: THE DEMON]
–A Hell Cat on the Prowl– [Backstage, we find ourselves inside Bryan Baxman’s office, where he’s going through some paperwork at his desk when the door opens. He looks up angry and yells before he sees who walks in.] Baxman: Doesn’t ANYBODY know how to knock around here, god damn it? [Kirsta Lewis appears in the doorway with a smirk.] Kirsta: Does it really matter? [Glaring at her, he lets out a sigh and leans back into his chair. He finally responds to her with obvious disdain in his voice.] Baxman: What can I do for you Kirsta? [Kirsta walks up to the desk and leans down, putting her hands on the front edge of it and gives him an evil smile.] Kirsta: Who’s my first round opponent next week? [Baxman rolls his eyes.] Baxman: Why? So you can pull a stunt like Styles just pulled? [She stands back up straight, and the smile quickly disappears from her face, and is replaced by a nasty scowl.] Kirsta: I thought we cleared this up. I ask for something...I get it. So I’m going to ask one more time... [She leans back down and replaces the scowl with the same smile as before.] Kirsta: Who’s my first round opponent next week? [Baxman lets out a sigh, leans forward and gets within just about a foot from her face.] Baxman: Watkins. [She stands back up again and puts her hands on her hips.] Kirsta: Now was that really so difficult? You know...if you’d just accept the way things are, you and I would get along much better... [The Chairman’s eyes narrow, as Kirsta smirks and turns for the door.] Kirsta: See you next week, BRY! [She disappears through the door, closing it behind her, and Baxman tenses up to the point that he snaps the pencil he was holding in half unintentionally. He looks at the two pieces of it in his hand and throws them across the room.] Baxman: Unbelievable. Beav: Just WHAT does she have over him that he's so afraid of? Mouth: PMS... Beav: I doubt that's it, Mouth! [Cut back to ringside.]
–“The Company Man” Kyle Kaupp vs. Shane Hahn– [“Back in Time” by Huey Lewis and the News plays to a decent crowd pop as Shane Hahn makes his way quickly down the ramp and into the ring.] CR: from Las Vegas, Nevada…weighing 225 pounds…Shane Hahn HC: This young man has an interesting past. You really believe he’s from the future Mouth? MM: No way. For a start I’m going to be President in ten years time and he hasn’t mentioned that once. I think he’s nuttier than Squirrel poop! CR: And his opponent… [Money by Pink Floyd hits the arena sound system to some big crowd heat. Green streaks of pyro fall from the sky as *Money* by Pink Floyd plays through the arena. In the entrance ramp appears Kyle Kaupp out of the darkness. He seems quite busy on his cell phone as he pays no attention to the crowd as he starts to make his way down the ramp. He takes the steps slowly only stopping in the middle of the ring to continue his conversation while putting his finger over his mouth to hush the crowd.] CR: …from Cincinnati, Ohio…weighing 190 pounds…Kyle ‘The Company Man’ Kaupp. HC: Usually Kaupp in the richest man in his matches, but Hahn has some serious backing thanks to Noah Hanson. MM: Oh please, the kind of money Noah Hanson makes is what Kyle Kaupp uses to wipe his butt every morning. This guy is so rich, Bill Gates calls him Sir! [The two men circle each other around the ring before locking up, Hahn quickly takes control with a top wrist lock into an arm bar, but Kaupp is able to arm drag him over and goes for a hammer lock as Hahn is seated on the mat. Hahn is able to turn out of the hammer lock into one of his own as he stands up. He tries to force Kaupp down to the mat, but he refuses, grabbing the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Hahn does give the clean break. Kaupp looks annoyed as the two men lock up again, this time Kaupp hooks on a side lock and cranks away at Hahn, he gets the side headlock take over and looks cocky as hell, but Hahn quickly hooks him into a head scissors as the crowd applaud the excellent early chain wrestling. With Kaupp caught in the headscissors Hahn increases the pressure, turning his legs to really put pressure on Kaupp. Kaupp is able to escape the hold by rolling over and then rolling back, he hooks Hahn’s legs in the process, folding them over each other and then pulling back on them! Hahn struggles against the hold, but he is able to reach back, hook Kaupp’s arms and pull him down into a pinning combination.] ONE… TWO…. [Kaupp kicks out and both men are on their feet, Hahn goes to lock up again, but Kaupp responds with a knee to the mid section and then some hard forearms shots to the face. He hooks on the side head lock as Hahn leans back against the ropes and calls for the break. Kaupp turns his body in front of the referee, blocking his view and then pokes Hahn in the eye before releasing the head lock as the crowd boo.] HC: Kyle Kaupp using his body position to hide that illegal and down right cheap move from the referee. Where’s the clean break Mouth? MM: He doesn’t need to break clean, he’s rich, he can do whatever he wants. [Kaupp takes control with some right hand punches before whipping Hahn off the ropes and flattening him on the return with a drop kick to the face. He drops an elbow on Hahn and makes the cover.] ONE… TWO…. [Hahn rolls his shoulder up and tries to fire back with some reverse elbow shots to Kaupp’s mid section. He gets to his feet and fires out a couple of kicks then goes to whip Kaupp off the ropes, he reverses it and then catches Hahn with a drop toe hold on the return. He drives his knee’s into the back of Hahn before hooking his arms with his legs and rolling to the side in a cradle pin.] ONE…. TWO…. [Hahn kicks out again! Kaupp stays on the attack with some punches and kicks before bringing Hahn to his feet and whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. He quickly follows up with a bulldog out of the corner and then quickly into the cover again.] ONE… TWO… [Hahn kicks out. Kaupp stays on him, bringing him to his feet and hitting a nice looking neckbreaker before going to the top turnbuckle and diving off with a twisting senton! He poses to some crowd heat before placing his foot on Hahn’s chest for the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Hahn kicks out and starts to try and fire up but Kaupp quickly cuts him off with a rake of the eyes and then quick suplex before getting to his feet and posing once again as the crowd boo mightily.] HC: That arrogance is going to get him in trouble, you mark my words. MM: What? Beav, arrogance is great, look at me, I’ve never been in trouble. HC: Not even that ‘incident’ in Thailand? MM: Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about. Keep that kind of talk up and I’ll call my lawyer on you…again! [The crowd are booing Kaupp as he continues to pose, even stopping to make a tap out some emails into his phone! He doesn’t realise that Hahn is on his feet behind him and he turns around, almost jumping out his skin! He swings a clothesline but Hahn ducks and then nails some stiff kicks and strikes to the head and body of Kaupp to a big crowd pop! He then whips him off the ropes and nails a drop kick before quickly going to the outside and springboarding in with a leg drop! He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Kaupp just kicks out in time as the crowd go nuts for Shane Hahn! Kaupp is on his feet begging off but Hahn is not stopping as he hits a big thrust kick to the mid section and then ties Kaupp up in the tree of woe! The crowd are loving it as he goes to the opposite corner and then charges, leaping from mid ring with a big stalling drop kick to the face of Kaupp! Hahn pulls him out of the tree of woe and hits a side Russian leg sweep before pointing to the top rope to a big crowd pop!] HC: Shane Hahn has turned the tide of this match in a big way and now he’s going up top! MM: Damn it, Kaupp was sending me that email! He says if he wins I’m up thirty grand! Come on Kyle, get it together man! HC: You know you’re not supposed to make business deals with the wrestlers Mouth! [The crowd are going wild as Hahn is on the top turnbuckle. He sets himself and then leaps off landing a big elbow drop to a huge crowd pop. He covers Kaupp and hooks the leg.] ONE… TWO… [Kaupp gets his foot on the bottom rope stopping the count just in time to a huge crowd reaction! Hahn is up quickly and he goes to the outside again. He waits for Kaupp to stagger to his feet and then springboards off the top rope, but Kaupp is playing possum and he nails him with a drop kick to the mid section!! Kaupp falls back to the mat still hurting and both men are down as the referee starts his count!] HC: Amazing action here tonight folks, these are two of the brightest young stars in the CWC and their laying it all on the line! MM: Looks like Kaupp might not be done yet, God I hope so, I just haven’t got thirty grand to loose! [The referee’s count is at eight as Kaupp gets to his feet, he waits for Hahn to get to one knee and then charges, nailing a shining wizard kick to the head! He quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing a frog splash! He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Hahn just gets his shoulder up to a huge crowd pop!! Kaupp can’t believe it and starts arguing with the official as the crowd cheer on Hahn. Kaupp is losing it with the referee and looks like he might hit him! Hahn rolls onto the apron and then climbs to the top rope. Finally Kaupp stops berating the official and turns around, but doesn’t see Hahn who launches off the top rope with a drop kick right to the chest! Kaupp looks out of it as he hits the mat and Hahn nails him with the ‘Hello McFly’ and the crowd explode with cheers. Hahn hooks him up for the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Kaupp kicks out at the last possible second! Hahn quickly goes back to the top rope and leaps off with the ‘Flux Capacitor’ nailing Kaupp to a big crowd pop. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… THREE… [The crowd cheer as Hahn pins Kyle Kaupp for the big win!] [WINNER VIA PINFALL: SHANE HAHN]
–The March to the Ring– [We cut to a split screen shot of the back. On the left, Jackson and Georgie Nickles are walking down a hallway joking with each other, while on the right hand side, Adam “Crazed” James and Peter Lenex walk side by side, not saying a word, and both men with extremely serious looks on their faces.] Beav: We’re just about ready for the main event! Both teams are heading for the ring! Mouth: But how are Crazed and Lenex going to work as a team? They were trying to kill each other last week! Beav: We’re about to find out!
–Match - Main Event - Tag Team Match - Jackson/Georgie Nickles vs. Adam James/Peter Lenex-- Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the night! [The lights dim, a ground hugging mist forming on the ramp as strobe lights begin to flash. Illuminated in the shadows, are the unmistakable silhouettes of a man and a woman. A girlish giggle shatters the silence, and then the soundtrack skips, replaced with a driving rock beat as the lights grow brighter. Jackson and Georgie Nickles appear at the top of the ramp, hand in hand before Georgie pulls away, pumping her fist in the air before bouncing down the ramp in time to the beat, slapping hands with the fans. Jackson walks slowly behind her, a bemused smile on his face as she pauses on the ring steps, beckoning for him to hurry up. Jackson sprints, dives between the ropes, and rolls to his feet as Georgie gets up on the turnbuckle, throwing both hands up in the air with her trademark devil horns and getting a huge pop from the fans. She jumps down, pointing at Jackson, who throws his head back and roars. Georgie puts her hand to her lips, and mimes blowing Jackson a kiss, who snatches it from the air and places it in his pocket.] Mouth: Oh gag me... Beav: They’re in love, Mouth! Plus...it’s Valentine’s Day! Mouth: Wake me when Steak and BJ Day gets here. Beav: Wouldn’t you have to have a girlfriend for that to be relevant? Mouth: Hey...I DATE! [The Frayed Ends of Sanity by Metallica plays to a big crowd reaction. White and blue lights strobe on the stage, barely playing back light to the figure that stands with his arms down at his sides, and his head hanging low between his shoulders. Suddenly, the music cuts and all that can be heard is whispers that build getting louder and louder, followed by a high pitched shriek. "SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THE VOICES!" The words come over the speakers in a child's frightened voice. Suddenly the music kicks in again and the lights return to normal. The man standing on the stage is still in the same pose, his eyes pointed toward the ring, even though his head is down. The look in his eyes is almost frightening as a smirk slowly builds across his lips. He slowly makes his way to the ring, still keeping his eyes on the ring, looking past his eye brows as his head remains down. He rolls in, under the bottom rope, and hops to his feet, walking to the furthest corner from the entrance and allowing himself to sit on the second turnbuckle with his hands down at his sides, remaining motionless and waiting for his opponent.] Beav: Well Crazed is in the ring now...just waiting on one more! [The lights dim down as "Ether" by Nothingface begins to play throughout the arena. Smoke begins to pour onto the stage, covering the floor from the entrance to the ringside area. "I'll never hesitate "I know everyone The curtains part and the "God of War" himself walks out from the back wearing his black trench coat. He pauses at the top of the ramp, smoke swirling around his legs, before slowly walking down the ramp. He reaches the ring and climbs up the ring steps, slowly climbing into the ring and pacing around in a circle, his eyes showing no response to the crowds boos.] Mouth: They’re all in the ring! Cassandra: Introducing first, wrestling at a combined weight of 401 pounds...Jackson and Georgie Nickles....ANARCHY ASSOCIATED! [The crowd lets out a massive pop, but the couple’s busy talking strategy and doesn’t acknowledge it.] Cassandra: And their opponents...wrestling at a combined weight of 519 pounds...the team of “The God of War” Peter Lenex and Adam “Crazed” James! [Lenex climbs out of the ring, as it looks like they’ve already decided that Crazed will start it. Jackson and Georgie, on the other hand, are still both in the ring discussing it. The referee tells them that one of them has to get out of the ring, and Georgie convinces Jackson to let her start the match. Jackson steps out of the ring, and the referee calls for the bell.] Beav: And here we go! This should be a heckuva main event! Mouth: Wait...what’s wrong with Crazed? [Crazed turned around to see Georgie standing across from him, and he gets a funny look on his face as he backs into his corner. Lenex looks at him confused, and James quickly slaps him on the arm and climbs out of the ring.] Beav: He tagged in Lenex? Mouth: Remember, Beav...we heard he was a bit confused over having to face Georgie Nickles in a match. It’s already affecting him! Beav: Well how’s this going to effect the rest of the match? He’s not going to be in the ring with her at all? I find it hard to see how that’s going to work! [Lenex, still looking at Crazed and asking him what the deal is, slowly steps into the ring through the ropes, and Nickles takes advantage of his confusion by charging him and nailing him with a forearm to the side of the head, and follows it up with a boot to the stomach. She leads him out towards the center of the span of ropes, pushes him off to try and whip him, but Lenex uses his obvious strength advantage to reverse it and it’s Nickles who’s sent across the ring. She bounces hard off of the far ropes and comes back ducking under a clothesline attempt from Lenex. Still moving like a bolt of lighting she comes back and takes flight, hitting Lenex right in the face with a double axehandle and knocking him down to the mat.] Mouth: Damn she’s fast! Beav: She’s certainly aggressive in there! Mouth: Just how I like ‘em! Beav: Better not let Jackson hear you say that... Mouth: *gulps* [They both pop right back up to their feet, but Georgie uses her quickness to catch Lenex with a boot to the stomach, hooks him in a front face lock, and hits a swinging neckbreacker to take him down. She floats over him and hooks the leg for a cover.] Beav: First pinning predicament of the night! ONE!!! Kickout! Mouth: HA! Not even CLOSE! [Georgie jumps back to her feet and reaches down to pull up a handful of Lenex’s hair, bringing him to his feet. She unloads a chop across his chest, but Lenex returns the favor with a chop of his own that knocks her down to the mat. She gets right back to her feet but walks right into a punch that puts her right back down. This time, she doesn’t pop right back up, but Lenex doesn’t want to wait. He pulls her up and whips her into the corner where she slams hard into the turnbuckles. She bounces out of the ring and walks right into a belly to belly suplex. Lenex hooks her leg for the cover.] Beav: And now Lenex with the pinfall attempt! ONE!!!
T.... Kickout! Mouth: Not even two! That’s one tough broad! [Lenex doesn’t seem phased as he pulls Georgie up to her feet again and sets her up for and hits a side Russian leg sweep. Not going for a cover this time, he gets back up and pulls her up with him, whipping her to the ropes, and turning her over into a powerslam when she gets back to him. This time he keeps the lateral press for another pin attempt.] ONE!!!
TWO!! Kickout! Beav: And Georgie kicks out once again! [Now the frustration seems to be setting in on Lenex’s face, as he gets up to a knee, grabs a handful of hair from the back of her head, and drives a series of punches right into her forehead. He pulls her up again and whips her across the ring, but she springboards off of the middle rope and comes back with a flying roundhouse kick that catches Lenex square in the jaw and sends him stumbling through the ropes and tumbling out to the floor.] Beav: Oh my! She hit that out of nowhere! Mouth: And literally kicked him out of the ring! GET BACK IN THERE, LENEX!!! [Georgie’s laying flat on her stomach in the center of the ring as Jackson’s reaching for the tag, encouraging her to make it over to him. She looks up and sees him reaching and slowly starts to crawl towards her corner. On the outside, Lenex is pulling himself up with the help of the ring apron, and slowly slides in under the bottom rope. He’s crawling after Georgie, who’s getting closer to her corner. Jackson’s arm is outstretched as far as he can get it, and she’s within inches just as Lenex lunges and catches her by the ankle. She’s struggling to reach her partner, but just can’t get there, when she pops her hips and flips around to her back and kicks Lenex’s hand away from her ankle. She scrambles to get to her hands and knees and jumps towards the corner making the tag.] Beav: AND IN COMES JACKSON! [Jackson enters the ring like a bull in a china shop, immediately laying the boots to the back of Lenex’s head. He reaches down, pulls up Lenex, and whips him off the ropes. Lenex leapfrogs the back body drop attempt of Jackson and hits the far ropes, where Crazed reaches out and gets the blind tag on his shoulder. Lenex gets caught with a big clothesline from Jackson, but as soon as Jackson turns around, he’s caught with a stiff punch to the jaw from Crazed, followed by a chop to the chest. He backs Jackson up into the corner and whips him across the ring, following in closely behind him and catching him with a clothesline in the corner, smashing him into the turnbuckles.] Mouth: Well now that Jackson’s the one in the ring, Crazed is ready to go! Beav: I still don’t see how well that’s going to work! [Crazed grabs Jackson by the arm and looks to whip him out of the corner back to where he started, but Jackson reverses and it’s Crazed who gets sent for the ride and is slammed into the corner. Crazed stumbles out of the corner and Jackson nails him with a spear!] Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Jackson lays across him with a lateral press and hooks the leg.] Mouth: No! Not already! ONE!!!
TW... Kickout! Beav: Not even close! Smart move by Jackson though...that spear will durn near knock the breath outta ya! [Jackson gets back to his feet and and pulls Crazed up, lifting a knee to the stomach, and hooks him up for a vertical suplex, slamming him down in the middle of the ring. Sitting up quickly, Jackson gets back to his feet and pulls Crazed up again, hooks him into a front waist lock, lifts him up and drops him back down for an inverted atomic drop.] Mouth: I HATE that move! It makes ME hurt! Beav: It can’t be a pleasant feeling, that’s for sure! [Crazed stumbles away, holding his backside and grimacing in pain, as Jackson stays hot on his tail, grabbing him from behind for a side suplex. Jackson hooks the leg for a cover.] ONE!!!
TWO!! Beav: No! Lenex is in to break it up! Mouth: Thank god! [Jackson jumps back up and glares at Lenex, who’s being ordered back to his corner by the referee. Just as Jackson turns back around, he’s hit with a low blow from Crazed, who slowly gets to his feet, and sees Jackson with his back to him. He bounces off the ropes and grabs Jackson from behind, driving him face first into the mat with a bulldog. He rolls Jackson over and has a cover.] ONE!!!
TWO!!! Shoulder up! Beav: Not enough to keep the big man down! [Crazed gets back up, as Jackson sits up and his holding his head in some pain. Crazed runs off the ropes again and comes back slamming his knee into the side of Jackson’s head, knocking him all the way back down to the mat. He grabs Jackson, pulls him back up, and sets him up in a double underhook and turns it over to a sit out powerbomb, and holds it for another cover!] Mouth: That’s how you do it, Crazed! Make that over grown lovebird lose for the first time in his CWC career! Beav: Is it enough? ONE!!
TWO!!!
THR... Shoulder up! Beav: NO! He got the shoulder up! Mouth: DAMN IT! [Crazed gets up and chases after the referee, yelling at him about the count. Jackson pulls himself towards the ropes and pulls himself up slowly. Crazed turns back to see him and kicks him in the ribs, dropping him back down to a knee. He pulls him back up though, pushes him up against the ropes, and unloads three big punches before trying an Irish whip, but Jackson catches a burst of Adrenaline and reverses it. Crazed goes across the ring and comes back, getting leveled by a clothesline. Jackson pulls him back up to his feet and drags him over to the corner where Georgie’s waiting and tags her in. Jackson wrenches the arm of Crazed around and Georgie hits a stiff kick right into the ribs before Jackson lets go and exits the ring. She pulls Crazed up and hits a forearm to his face, and Crazed looks to strike back but realizes it’s Georgie in the ring and holds off, shaking his head in a nervous, violent fashion, and backs off of her heading towards Lenex.] Beav: Here we go again! He just can’t hurt her! Mouth: TELL THE VOICES TO SHUT UP! THAT’S NOT YOUR EX, IDIOT! IT’S YOUR OPPONENT! [Crazed tags in Lenex, who’s still confused by the entire situation. Georgie tries the same tactic as she did at the beginning of the match, but this time Lenex was ready for her, lifting her up and dropping her face first into the top turnbuckle.] Beav: Snake eyes! Mouth: That a boy, Peter! [Lenex pulls her up again, scoops her up, and slams her down hard in the center of the ring before running off the ropes and coming back to drop a knee right across her forehead. He gets a lateral press for the cover.] ONE!!!
TWO!!
THRE... Beav: NO! Jackson runs in with the stomp to Lenex’s head to save it! Mouth: GET HIM CRAZED!!! [Crazed charges into the ring and attacks Jackson, and the two are instantly exchanging punches, as Lenex gets up and pulls Georgie up to her feet, picks her up, and sits her up on the top turnbuckle. He quickly climbs to the second rope and pummels her with a series of rights and lefts before pulling her up so her feet are on the top rope.] Beav: I think Lenex is looking for a superplex! Mouth: That could break her! Beav: It’s not a tickling contest, Mouth! Mouth: ..........I KNOW! [Lenex has her just about set up as Jackson tosses Crazed out of the ring over the top rope, and turns to see the trouble that Georgie’s in. He rushes over and quickly is to the second rope, where he grabs Lenex from behind and hits a big belly to back suplex from the second rope, crashing Lenex down into the middle of the ring. Georgie gains her balance, as Jackson tells her to finish Lenex off...] Beav: WAIT! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS CRAZED DOING!? Mouth: I don’t know...BUT HE’S GOT HIMSELF A CHAIR! [Crazed has the look of a man who’s snapped, as he jumps up onto the apron. He starts screaming at Jackson, as Georgie watches. Jackson, not intimidated heads straight for Crazed, who winds up and cracks Jackson over the head with the chair. Crazed climbs into the ring, chair in hand, and stands over Jackson, as Georgie jumps down and spins Crazed around just as the referee calls for the bell. Georgie tries to throw a punch, but Crazed catches it with his free hand and is visibly shaking before he begins screaming at her, hits a boot to the stomach, and cracks the chair over her head too.] Beav: MY WORD!!! WHAT’S CRAZED DOING!?!? Mouth: Um...living up to his name? The guy’s a freaking LUNATIC!!! Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of your match due to disqualification...Anarchy Associated!!! Beav: Well Jackson and Georgie have won this match, but I don’t think Crazed cares! Mouth: That’s obvious! [Lenex is back to his feet and sees the carnage that Crazed has caused, comes up behind him and pulls the chair out of his hand, tossing it aside. The two immediately get face to face and into a shoving match, and explode into fisticuffs.] Beav: And now the team of Lenex and James has broken down! All heck has broken loose! And all of this on the eve of the beginning of the championship tournament which starts next week! Mouth: Things are getting crazy around here, that’s for DAMN sure! Beav: Next week, we’ve got the first four matches of the first round, plus one final qualifying match to round out the brackets! Don’t miss it!!! [The scene fades out with Adam James and Peter Lenex absolutely brawling, while Jackson, while groggy, is trying to pull Georgie out of the ring.] [WINNERS VIA DQ: ANARCHY ASSOCIATED] |
