CWC Presents [The CWC logo flashes on and off the black screen in a matter of seconds, when in the bottom right hand corner of the screen, it reads “Last Week.” The sound of a heartbeat thumping can be heard, followed by an evil, disturbing laugh. The black screen melts away and turns into crimson red liquid, but in the middle of the screen, in the red liquid form, are the numbers “6 6 6.”] Beav: Well I think we’re about to find out just who is behind these strange happenings! Mouth: This is kinda creepy... [The screen fades into last week, but is tinted Crimson Red, as a cloaked figure makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring.] Mouth: Who in the hell IS that? Beav: I have no idea! But he’s making a heckuva entrance! [We cut ahead, where the cloaked figure is in the ring, and as “The Heritic Anthem” begins to blast, and the cloaked man removes his hood.] Beav: MY WORD!!! IT’S THEO MAVARELLI!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS RETIRED! Mouth: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!
–Start the Show-- [We cut to the opening Whiplash montage, as the opening electronic tones of Linkin Park’s “Points of Authority” begin to play, while we see flashes of the faces of various CWC wrestlers. Once the heavy guitar riff kicks in, we go through a quick action sequence before the “Whiplash” logo flashes all over the screen, and finally settles in the center as the music cuts out, and we move to inside of the Tucson Convention Center. The building’s packed with fans who are all on their feet holding up signs such as “BRING BACK MR. CROWBAR”, “I WANT PENIS! ”, and “I’LL MAKE YOUR CAT PURR, KIRSTA!” The camera finally cuts to the ringside commentator’s table, where we find Hal “The Beav” Cleaver and Mikey “The Mouth” Munson wearing similar CWC polo shirts. Beav’s hair is combed in the usual schoolboy fashion, as Mouth has his New York Yankee’s cap turned backwards with his long hair tucked under the hat and behind his ears.] Beav: IT’S TOURNAMENT TIME HERE IN CWC, FOLKS! THE FIRST ROUND BEGINS TONIGHT! Mouth: It’s about damn time! Beav: I’m Hal Cleaver alongside my partner Mike Munson, and tonight we see the return to action of Theo Mavarelli! Mouth: Joy... Beav: I think I’ve figured out why you don’t like the guy, Mouth! Mouth: Shut up, Beav...don’t even go there. Beav: [chuckles] A little sensitive this week, Mouth? Mouth: I SAID SHUT UP, TUBBS! Beav: Okay, okay....besides Theo Mavarelli taking on Patrick Pines, we’ve also got Kirsta Lewis taking on Brandon Watkins, Matthew Murphy facing Double$s, and Matt Sloan taking on Ryu Nakajima here in the first set of first round matches of the championship tournament! Mouth: We’ve also got a strange bedfellows tag team match to start the night with The Demon and Adam Joseph being paired to take on Blake Stone and Eric Sailes! Beav: And in the main event, we’re going to find out who the last entrant into the tournament is in a four way elimination match featuring Savage Youth, and newcomers Noah Drakin, Viktor Priest and Shane Anderson! Mouth: Three no-names and a socially inept grown man who talks to an evil Teddy Rumpkins doll...what a GREAT match that’s going to be!
–Match - Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match - The Demon/Adam Joseph vs. Blake Stone/Eric Sailes–
[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... 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 centre 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.] CR: …from Hell, Michigan…weighing 256 pounds…The Demon! HC: He’s a madman, a power house and someone who can dominate the opposition. MM: He scares the crap outta me! CR: And his partner… [Bussyoheadopen by Twiztid plays as Adam and Jennifer Joseph come out. They are holding hands. They walk down to the ring in a cocky stride. When they are by the ring apron, Adam kisses Jennifer. He jumps onto the ring entrance like the kiss fired him up. He enters the ring. He walks to the middle of the ring. He does a crosses his arms over his chest and puts his head down on his arms sort of. Like a rapper. He then jumps, when he lands, a big white bang of pyro goes of. He then looks toward the ramp and waits for his opponent.] CR: accompanied by Jennifer Joseph…from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 210 pounds…Adam Joseph! HC: This guy has a lot of talent, but he really needs to start turning that potential into performances in the ring. MM: He sucks ass to be honest Beav, nothing personal but I just don’t see ‘money’ in this guy. CR: And introducing their opponents…first… [“Coming Undone” by Korn begins to play. Stone 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.] CR: from Anniston, Alabama, weighing in at 215 pounds…Blake Stone! HC: A young kid with the wrestling world at his feet, he’s got the speed, the skills and hopefully the heart. MM: He keeps performing at the level he has since coming into CWC, I see big things for this kid. He’s maybe a bit too pretty for his own good though. CR: And his partner… [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.] CR: from Sailes Island, South Pacific, weighing 275 pounds…Eric ‘The Iceman’ Sailes! HC: Another youngster with the wrestling world for the taking. This guy is a pure powerhouse and he should compliment Stone’s quickness. MM: He comes from a part of the world known for producing superb athletes, let’s hope the same is true for The Iceman! [The match opens up with Sailes and Demon who waste no time in going to war with each other! They trade hard forearm shots to the side of the head but Sailes gets the advantage and backs Demon into the ropes, he whips him across the ring and on the return hits a shoulder tackle but neither man drops! The crowd pop as Sailes points at the ropes and Demon nods, the youngster hits the ropes and they collide again, but neither man goes down! Demon roars and shakes his head before hitting the ropes and again they collide, but neither man moves. Sailes looks ready to repeat but Demon cuts him off with a rake of the eyes and then hits the ropes himself, jumps and takes Sailes off his feet with a flying shoulder tackle! The crowd boo as Demon laughs before stomping away at Sailes, he lifts the big youngster up and whips him into the corner. Demon charges, but Sailes gets his foot up and Demon is staggers back. Sailes quickly hops onto the second turnbuckle and leaps out with a flying shoulder tackle of his own that knocks Demon backwards through the ropes and to the floor. Sailes quickly tags in Stone who sprints at the ropes, leaps over the top rope and lands on Demon with a great looking twisting somersault plancha to a big crowd pop!!] HC: Holy smokes what a hot start to this opening tag team match, power exchanges between Sailes and Demon and beautiful plancha by Stone! This crowd is going wild! MM: Look at Joseph just standing on the ring apron, get into the match dummy! I’ll give credit, I thought Demon had Sailes there, great come back by the youngster! [The match rages on as Stone throws Demon back into the ring and nails him with a spin kick to the mid section and then a nice tilt-a-whirl flying headscissors on the big man. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Demon powers out and is quickly back on his feet. Stone stays on offence with a nice snap suplex and then goes to the middle turnbuckle, he leaps off looking for a elbow drop, but Demon gets his knee’s up and Stone cracks his arm off the big man’s knees! The crowd boo as Demon gets up with a sick smile on his face. He stomps away at Stone’s arm before hitting a nice chicken wing slam. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Stone kicks out to a decent crowd pop. Demon and Joseph then tag in and out, working over Stone’s arm as much as possible in the process. They bait Sailes into the ring a few times and double team Stone as much as possible. Demon uses his power to press slam Stone before dropping on him with a back senton and making the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Sailes breaks up the pin with a boot to the head! Joseph hits the ring and goes for a flying body press but Sailes catches him in mid air! Demon is up, but he gets his legs swept by Stone who then hits a standing moonsault to a big crowd pop. Sailes heaves Joseph across the ring with a fall away slam, landing him in his own corner to a big crowd pop!! Sailes goes back out the ring as Stone crawls across the ring to make the tag.] HC: Amazing power display there by Sailes, he just threw Adam Joseph like a rag doll! MM: I think it’s from opening all those coconuts with his bare hands as a kid, gotta be! HC: Hey! That’s rude! MM: So? He can’t hear me from up there…can he? He can’t can he? HC: Ha ha, you’ll just have to find out won’t you Mouth? [The Demon tags in Adam Joseph, and as Demon steps back out, he hops to the outside, grabbing something from underneath the ring. The action, however, jumps back to the center of the ring, as Joseph runs in, clotheslining Sailes hard into the canvas. Sailes struggles to get to his feet as Josephs runs to a corner, to enter the high-rent district.] [As Joseph’s steadies himself up top, out of nowhere, Demon attacks his own tag-team partner with a light-tube. The shattered glass hits Adam hard, and slumps him over. As he falls, Sailes begins to rise, and Adam falls right on top of The Iceman’s shoulders, in perfect position for an Sailes Strike.] [Blake Stone cheers on Sailes and Sailes comes down with his patented Sailes Strike, and drops Josephs for the pin…] [The Demon rushes in, but instead of going after Sailes in order to prevent the three count, he instead levels Blake Stone with a kick to the midsection, followed by the Demon’s own Demon Juice!] One...
Two...
Three! PINfall! [Sailes lifts his hands up, and then notices his own partner, laying unconscious on the mat, and spins around to see the Demon glaring at him…] Demon: “Whoa whoa, you look like you got that ‘kick the pudgy demon in the nuts’ look in your eyes… so let me make this really simple for you, Eric…” [Sailes tilts his head a bit, not quite sure he understands his opponent’s actions…] Demon: "You're probably wondering why I smacked Josephs back there, and why your own partner is laid out over there... and why you and I are still standing..." [Sailes silently nods his head, a little confused…] Demon: “Am I right?” [Sailes once again nods…] Demon: "I'll take it from your silence you are... so I'll tell you why... Family, that's why... blood, spirit, all of it... there's a certain bond that can't be broken, no matter where we are or what we do... It drives us to better ourselves, it makes us put it ALL on the line for the safety of others... That's why..." Demon: "You see, Eric... you and I are.. Family... whether you want to admit it or not, we are FAMILY... Sure, I might be the weird second cousin twice removed that you really don't bring up in conversation at the family reunion, but... we are family..." Demon: "And like family, when adversity starts to come up on you, despite your differences, family comes together... and I don't know about you, Iceman... but I'm seeing a helluva lot of adversity lately... So, it's time for family to come together..." Demon: "Your father... trained me to be the best damn wrestler that I could ever be. He molded me into what I am today." The Beav: "That must've been a lot of Play-doh" Demon: "And... I might not be BLOOD, but... I AM your brother in this ring, and that will NEVER change... Sure, we might disagree on things, you might zig, while I might zag, but I kept you out here... because... it's time that family came together." [At this, Nickleback’s “Animals” begins to play as none other than the Hellcat herself, Kirsta Lewis, makes her way out onto the stage, flanked not just by her manager, Jackie Daniels, but by a huge behemoth of a man, just to the side and slightly behind her… She walks down to the ringside, and looks over at the huge man, directing him to watch over the still prone Adam Josephs and Blake Stone… the figure nods with a stone-faced glare, and stands outside the ring area.] Kirsta: What the hell is going on here. You think that you can take center stage and stop a show. Who the hell do you think you guys are anyways? I know Demon, I mean who couldn’t know Demon. The guys gets around. Eric he may not be as well know but I know that in no time he will be just as well known as his father was. The late and great BlackFoot Warrior Whitecloud. [Kirsta looks at both Demon and then at Eric. She turns and looks at Jackie and shrugs her shoulders.] Kirsta: "Now that this meeting here, this gathering just can’t happen without the most dominate woman in this great sport. Each one of us was touched by the great spirit that was known as Whitecloud. It makes sense that we stand here now together. That’s right all you idiots didn't even see this one coming. Demon and Eric both in the last few weeks have mentioned me. We planned this and you know that no one here will be able to stop us." [The large imposing figure on the outside of the ring shakes his head, as if emphatically agreeing with Kirsta's statement...] Demon: "See, Eric, We want you to join your family... This family will become a Cadre of Domination here in the CWC... a force the likes of which no promotion EVER had to endure... Eric, listen to her... you know deep in your heart that she's right." Kirsta: "I have stated that I do and say just as I damn well please and now I stand here with these great competitors and we are united. We are the first here in CWC and we are going to be the best and the strongest faction to ever ban together. I told you all that things were going to heat up around here and it starts here and now. This is just the beginning, the beginning of our Domination. We are a force to be reckoned with. Get used to seeing us you losers because things just heated up." Demon: :"However, Eric, if you're not ready to make a decision right now... we're VERY patient when it comes down to it... We'll give you one week to think about it, and while you're sitting at home, looking at those pictures on the wall, reminising about the 'good old days'... ask yourself... do you want to stick with your 'family'? ... Or do you want to turn your BACK on it... This will become a Cadre of Domination, as Kirsta well put it... a force the likes of which no promotion EVER had to endure... your skills are " [Kirsta looks at Eric and hands off the micrphone as she, Jackie, The Demon and the other large behemoth leave the ring area....] [WINNERS VIA PINFALL: ERIC SAILES & BLAKE STONE]
–Beav and Mic fill some time as the ringside area get cleared– [Cutting to Mouth and Beav at the announcer’s table, they’re both looking to be in a bit of shock over what just happened.] Beav: Well it seems as though our first alliance has been formed here in CWC, and gosh durn it, it’s a heckuva faction! Mouth: You’re not joking! Demon, Kirsta and Sailes all together? CWC’s in for one damn rude awakening....ESPECIALLY since Kirsta seems to have Baxman wrapped around her little finger! Beav: That’s a great point, Mouth. Nobody can seem to figure out just what Kirsta seems to have on our boss, but whatever it is, he gives in to her every whim! Mouth: It’s got to be some sort of blackmail. Maybe Kirsta caught him in a gay club or something! Beav: Mouth... Mouth: Or maybe he pulled an Eddie Murphy and got caught in the back seat of a car with a transvestite! Beav: MOUTH! Mouth: Or maybe she accidently saw him naked and saw how small his.... Beav: ENOUGH, MOUTH! Mouth: What?!? What did I say? Beav: Oh dear lord...
–Match - Championship Tournament - First Round - Kirsta Lewis vs. Brandon Watkins– CR: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.. First, on his way to the ring... [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.] CR: Accompanied by Jessica Bollinger... [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.] CR: He is Brandon Watkins! [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: And the opponent... [The arena lights go down as "Animal" by Nickleback pipes though the arena's PA system. There is a loud thundering roar as a huge Harley appears at the entrance. It stops as its engine roars even louder. Kirsta Lewis appears dressed all in black leather and a motorcycle helmet, covering her head. As the music stops, the engine roars and she rides the bike down to the ringside area.] CR: She is 'The Hell Cat' Kirsta Lewis [Circling the ring three times before it stops and is turned off. Kirsta slides off the bike and pushes the kick stand down. Looking around the arena and walking over to the ring steps, mounting them slowly sliding though the ring ropes and standing there] [The two circle the ring, Watkins looking determined as Kirsta smirks in his direction. The two lock up and Watkins begins pushing her backward, toward the ropes to show his strength. As they hit the ropes, Kirsta's back pressed against them, the referee forces Watkins to break and take a step back. As he does Kirsta hops to one foot, putting a boot into Watkins' gut doubling him over. Without another moment's hesitation, she leaps over his back, grabbing the hips and using the sunset flip for an early cover.] ONE! TW...Kick out. Beav: A quick pin attempt by Kirsta. Mouth: Just like a woman to try and commit to early... Beav: ...Nice. [Watkins kicks out of the and moves quickly to his feet. With almost no hesitation, he leaps forward and tackles Kirsta, taking her down to the mat. In the mounted position he grabs her hair and rears back ready to hit her in the face but hesitates for a moment, the thought of punching a woman in the face possibly stopping him. The window of opportunity was all that was needed as Kirsta brought her legs up and wrapped them around Watkins' head and pulled him backward off of her. She quickly got to her feet as did Watkins, bringing them back to square one.] [Another tie up, this time, Kirsta gets the upper hand by sending a knee to the gut of Watkins. She plants her foot and whips Watkins into the corner, following him and hitting a shoulder block to the back. Watkins leans over the turnbuckle and Kirsta takes a few steps back, leaping into the air and delivering a high dropkick causing Watkins to stumble backward right into an awaiting Kirsta's arms for the school boy roll up.] TWO! Beav: Yet another attempt by Kirsta for the cover. This girl looks determined to end this as soon as possible tonight. Mouth: Sounds like your kind of woman there Beave. Beav: I am a happily married man, and I would never do that to my beloved. Mouth: Who talks like you? Beav: All us good romantics talk like that. Mouth: ... I bet... [Yet another kick out from Watkins as he rolls away. Kirsta is first up and grabs Watkins by the hair to pull him to his feet. She tries for a whip once again, this time Watkins reverses it and sends her bounding across the ring into the ropes. On the return Watkins quickly shifts momentum by pushing her up into the air and sending her down to the mat with a back body drop causing Jessica to become ecstatic on the outside, slamming her fists into the mat, cheering for Brandon on.] [He got to his feet and picks up Kirsta, putting her head between his legs and looking to the crowd for their support. As they cheer, he grabs her by the wait and hoists her onto his shoulders. She struggles with a few punches causing Watkins to stagger forward. As they near the ropes, Kirsta leans backward and delivers an impromptu hurricanrana, sending Watkins to the outside, before 'skinning the cat' and sliding back into the ring. Without much of a hesitation, she grabs the top rope and leaps over the rope, causing Watkins to duck. Instead, Kirsta lands on the apron and begins laughing at Watkins.] [Watkins gets frustrated and begins shouting at her as Kirsta watches with a grin. She climbs back into the ring and allows the agitated Watkins to return to the ring as well. This time, Watkins is not interested in tying up at all, as he charges her, catching her off guard and leveling her with a clothesline. As Watkins got to his feet, he signaled to the crowd that it was time to end it as he grabbed a hand full of Kirsta's hair and pulling her to her feet.] [Before He could do anything, Kirsta rakes his eyes and leans against the ropes, trying to gain momentum. As she moves away from the ropes, she stumbles a bit and turns to see Jessica backing away from the ring. She leans over the top rope and begins shouting obscenities toward her. She turned her attentions back to Watkins, but just a bit to late, walking into Watkins, who ducks under a wild right fust and wraps his arm around her shoulder.] Mouth: Watkins going for the 'The Spot Light' It could be over right here. All that trying by Kirsta could all be for nothing. [Suddenly, she elbows him in the side of the head, firing off two more rapid shots, causing him to let go. Without a moments notice, she leaps backward and hits the 'Hell's Bitch Kick' on Watkins out of no where.] Beav: My word what a turn of events. You may not like the woman, but you can't argue what she can do in the ring. Mouth: Like?! I love that girl. That's the kind of girl I'm gonna divorce! [Watkins crumbles to the mat like a rock slide and Kirsta makes the cover] Beav: Always looking toward the future. The Cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! Mouth: KIRSTA ADVANCES!! Beav: That she does, Mouth! She’s gotten off to a bit of a rough start, but she kicked it into high gear when she needed to! [The bell sounds and Kirsta staggers to her feet as her theme reprises over the sound system.] [WINNER VIA PINFALL: KIRSTA LEWIS]
–Crossroads-- [We open backstage in the locker room of Peter Lenex. We see him pacing back and forth across the room, wearing his street blacks, his trench coat no where to be seen. Sitting in the background, arms folded over his chest, is a man who we have not seen before, with long black hair, blue jeans, black shirt, and is watching Lenex's pacing with his eyes.] Man: Do you even know what you're doing anymore? Lenex: Of course I know. I'm wrestling. I'm living. I'm doing the only thing I know how to do in life. Man: Possibly. But you're driving yourself crazy. Again. You're living in the past expecting that to make any sort of impact on the future, and failing to do anything more than take pinfalls and lose matches. You're back to where you were before you broke out of your shell. You're in a rut, and not the rut you're pacing into the floor. Man: Maybe you should have. [Lenex stops pacing and turns to face the man.] Lenex: What did you say? Man: Maybe you should have quit while you were ahead. Quit after you lost the UWO World title to Gavin--- Lenex: After YOU cost me the title, Scott. Scott: Whatever. Listen, you had the chance to get out, but instead, you stuck around, and ended up taking loss after loss until we threw you into the nut house. Lenex: You threw me? Scott: What? Do you think Elias actually had the stones to stand up, call the authorities and have you thrown in there? Simon, Ryan and myself did. We didn't want to see you hurting anyone else who didn't deserve it. Lenex: So what? I was released, wasn't I? I And now I'm back in the game that bred me. Invited here, to boot. So, Mr. Fyre, what does that tell you? Scott: To be honest? It means that you are still delusional. That, for some unknown reason, you still think you have a chance at winning another World title. Look around you, Pete. You aren't the big dog anymore. This isn't UWO. This is a whole different World then you are used to. [Now, Lenex sits down on a bench running against the wall to the right.] Lenex: Most of the faces here, I have seen at one point in PWX. And PWX was another spot where I shone, was it not? Scott: But think about it. Who, of the group you claim to know, was around when you won that World title? Who were your opponent? How many times did you defend that title successfully? [There is a slight pause, and before Lenex can answer, Fyre cuts in.] Scott: None. Zero. You only won the title because Kenji was injured. And then in your first title match after that, you lost the belt to Greenwood. You never stood a chance there. And now, there's an even tougher group of people here who want to tear your head off just for being an ignorant fuck. Lenex: That's not true. I was invited here. They know greatness when they see it. [The scene fades out, with Lenex remaining silent, looking straight ahead.]
–Match - Championship Tournament - First Round - Matthew Murphy vs. Double$s– ["The Howling" by Within Temptation plays. As the lyrics actually begin there is a blast of pyro and Matthew makes his way to the ring. He is dressed in a long pair of tights wearing a long black leather jacket that is undone. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up smiling and looks around the crowd. They are booing as he takes off his jacket and snickers at the hate being directed to him.] CR: …from, Mt Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada…weighing 258 pounds…Matthew Murphy. HC: A huge opportunity for Murphy here, this tournament could be his springboard to stardom in CWC! MM: Yeah, let’s hope he doesn’t slip on the board and belly flop! CR: And his opponent… [Hell Song by Sum 41 plays The crowd becomes rowdy with boos and cheers as a figure stands in front of the entranceway. The lights come back at as a man in black clothing, bald head and black glasses runs down towards the ringside area. He slides into the rind & heads towards the far corner and leans on it and waits for his opponent.] CR: from Brooklyn, New York…weighing 268 pounds…Double$s HC: Last week he was brawling with Demon in the back just to show how serious he is about being a star here in CWC, tonight he’s got a chance to move on in the tournament and get a shot at CWC gold! MM: This guy is cocky, confident and has a ton of power and ability, a dark horse for the tournament, if he can get past Murphy tonight! [The match opens with an intense lock up with Murphy taking control with an arm wring into an arm bar. Double$s powers out of the hold with an arm drag and as Murphy get to his feet he’s flattened with a running clothesline, then another and finally a third! Double$s poses as the crowd boo, but when he turns around Murphy is waiting with an arm drag, then a hip toss, then a drop kick to the face! Double$s is up, but staggers into the corner and Murphy charges, Double$s tips him up, over the top rope and onto the ring apron, he swings with a right hand, but Murphy ducks and then hooks Double$s around the head and drops him throat first across the top rope. Double$s staggers back and Murphy steps into the ring and scores with a big boot to the head before hitting a quick belly to back suplex and makes the first cover.] ONE… TWO… [Double$s kicks out and rolls to the outside to clear his head. Murphy follows him and nails some shots to the back before whipping Double$s into the guard rail! Murphy charges, but Double$s is waiting with a boot to the face! He grabs Murphy in a belly to belly suplex and then throws him over head into the steel guard rail on the outside to a big crowd reaction! Murphy is down and hurting as Double$s clears his head and then starts stomping down on Murphy before bringing him up and into the ring. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Murphy kicks out as Double$s quickly hooks on a rear chin lock and cranks away on the hold.] HC: Both guys looking to take control early but it’s been a back and forth contest so far. MM: That was one sick bump into the guard rail for Murphy, he’ll be seeing stars for a week after that one! [The match continues with Murphy trying to get back to his feet, he fires off a few elbows to the ribs to break the rear chin lock, he runs at the ropes but Double$s is right behind him with a hard running back elbow to the jaw before hitting a nice inverted atomic drop and then a snapping DDT! He makes the cover again.] ONE… TWO… [Murphy kicks out as the crowd pop for the action so far. Double$s brings him to his feet and hits some uppercuts before planting Murphy with a big powerbomb! He makes the cover again.] ONE… TWO… [This time Murphy just gets his shoulder up off the canvas! Double$s stays on the attack with some stomps to the back before picking Murphy up and hitting a backbreaker, he keeps him held across his knee and pushes down on his chin and legs, bending him over the knee. Murphy yells in pain, but he is able to bring his knee up a couple of times into the side of Double$s’s head to get out of the hold! He nails Double$s with some hard right hands before hitting the ropes, he goes for a lariat, but Double$s ducks, Murphy hits the opposite ropes and on the return gets spiked with a big spinebuster!! Double$s motions that the match is done and makes a cocky one handed cover.] ONE… [Murphy kicks out with force and yells as Double$s looks totally shocked and the crowd pop!] HC: Wow, that cocky cover by Double$s has really fired up Matthew Murphy! MM: He looks like he’s going to kill someone, probably Double$s! [Double$s tries some forearm shots but Murphy shrugs them off and lands some hard punches to the head that backs Double$s against the ropes, he whips him across the ring and on the return nails him with a leaping shoulder block. Double$s is up and he eats a big clothesline, then another and finally a roaring elbow to the face that knocks him down and out! The crowd pop as Murphy nails a big leg drop and then into the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Double$s just kicks out in time as the crowd gasp! Murphy stays on the offensive, brings Double$s to his feet and then sends him over with a German suplex, then another, then a third and finally a fourth with a release that drops Double$s on his head to a big crowd pop!! Murphy quickly goes to the top rope and leaps off with a big elbow drop!! He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Double$s gets his foot on the rope stopping the count to a huge reaction! Murphy can’t believe it and he jumps up and starts arguing with the referee. This gives Double$s time to recover and as Murphy turns around he eats a big spear! Double$s makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Murphy kicks out in time to another big crowd reaction, both men stagger to their feet, roaring elbow from Double$s, uppercut shot from Murphy! They both fall back against the rope and then charge, nailing each other with big lariats at the same time and they are both down as the crowd goes nuts!] HC: A heck of a match here folks, both these men want to get the win and move on this huge tournament! MM: Imagine being the first CWC World Heavyweight or Showtime Champion! You could live off that fame for years! [The referee is count both men down, his count is at 8 as Murphy gets to his feet, he staggers over and picks up Double$s, he goes for a reverse DDT, but Double$s blocks it, boots him in the midsection and then goes for his Enter The Darkness move! Murphy pushes him off, Double$s spins around and Murphy goes for a superkick, but Double$s dodges out the way and gets Murphy in a roll up.] ONE… TWO… [Double$s hooks the ropes with his free hand.] THREE… [The crowd erupt in massive heat as Double$s scores the cheap win over Matthew Murphy and advances in the tournament!] HC: Oh now come on, that’s not right at all. MM: Give me a break Beav, you get dizzy up there on your high horse? A wins a win and in this tournament you should take win you can get! HC: Still, it’s cheating and that’s not what CWC or this tournament is about! MM: For you maybe and that’s why you’re a loser and Double$s is a winner. CR: Ladies and gentlemen your winner, via pinfall and advancing in the tournament, Double$s! [The crowd boo as Double$s rolls out the ring smirking and tapping the side of his head while Murphy complains to the referee about the outcome.] [WINNER VIA PINFALL: DOUBLE$S]
–Just Stopping By– [We cut backstage where we find ourselves in a hallway, and Kirsta Lewis is standing and talking to someone who’s just out of view around the corner. She’s sipping from a bottle of water and has a towel around her neck. We can hear the man’s voice that she’s talking to.] Man: That was some nice work out there, girly. I told you not to worry about Watkins. Kirsta: I know babe...it’s just been tough with dropping my first two matches here. Tonight felt good. Did you see what happened before the match though? Man: I did...happened just like you said it would. It’s too bad I can’t be out there to be a part of it. [Kirsta gives a bit of a sarcastic puppy dog face.] Kirsta: Awww....are you feeling left out? [She starts to giggle.] Man: [Laughing] Nah...you know I’ve got enough on my plate. Besides...you don’t need me here. Kirsta: I know, I know...but I’m going to need you later tonight. [She winks and gives a seductive smile.] Man: Is that so? [She rolls her neck and reaches back over and rubs her shoulder.] Kirsta: Mmmhmmm....after that match, I could REALLY use a massage! Man: I think that can be arranged...but I’m going to get out of here. I need to make some phone calls before it gets too late. Kirsta: Okay babe. I’ll call you when I’m heading back to the hotel. [She leans over and kisses the man, as we can barely see his jaw line and the front of his blonde hair. After pulling away, she runs her finger down his chest, and then playfully pushes him away. She turns and heads down the hallway and sees Bryan Baxman standing there with his arms folded across his chest.] Kirsta: Hey Bry. [The smirk and the wink she gives him obviously doesn’t sit well with him.] Baxman: Was that who I think it was? [Kirsta gets up close to him with a big grin.] Kirsta: Well I don’t just kiss anyone...what type of girl do you take me for? [Baxman shifts a little bit and puts his hands on his hips.] Baxman: What was he doing here? Kirsta: What? My man’s not allowed to visit me at work? Baxman: Your “man?” I thought he was already spoken for... Kirsta: That’s just a formality that will be taken care of shortly...he knows where the good stuff is. Baxman: I see. He didn’t want to see me? Kirsta: A little jealous, are we? And just WHY would he want to see you? Baxman: I just thought... Kirsta: That’s what you get for thinking... [Kirsta brushes by him and looks back over her shoulder and gives him another wink, as he just watches her slip into a locker room with a look of frustration on his face.]
–Match - Championship Tournament - First Round - Theo Mavarelli vs. Patrick Pines– Beav: Well there goes your future divorce plans, Mouth! Mouth: Damn it! Who the hell is that? I thought Kirsta Lewis DIDN’T date? Beav: Looks like she’s changed her tune! Cassandra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match for the CWC Championship Tournament! Mouth: Well, I guess I’ll have to focus on Cassandra again. Beav: She’s MARRIED to YOUR friend Danny Golden! Mouth: Ho’s before bros, Beav...ho’s before, bros... Beav: Now I may not be up on the current slang, Mouth...but I believe you’ve got that there saying backwards. Mouth: It works for me! Beav: Does it? I haven’t seen you with a date in years! [The arena lights go down and the opening to “Don't Stop Believing” blares over the speakers as a figure under a spotlight emerges from the 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.] Cassandra: Introducing first, weighing in at 190 pounds and wrestling out of Wolbach, Nebraska....PATRICK PINES!!! Beav: I still can’t believe that young man hasn’t gotten his tights fixed yet... Mouth: I think it’s GREAT! You’ve gotta have balls to come out here with the word “PENIS” on your gear! Beav: Bad pun, Mouth...bad pun... Mouth: Huh? [The lights in the arena go completely out, as the sound of the now familiar heart beat begins to thump throughout the arena. The Jumbo-Tron illuminates with “6 6 6" as the stage glows red and fills with smoke. “How the Gods Kill” begins to blast, and within a few seconds, the cloaked figure of Theo Mavarelli appears at the edge of the stage through the smoke and begins his slow procession down towards the ring as a pentagram encircles the ring. He reaches the ring, climbs the steps, and enters through the ropes. He makes his way to the center of the ring, raises his hands out slowly to this sides, and then whips his head back to remove the hood.] Cassandra: And now in the ring, weighing in at 289 pounds, THEO MAVARELLI! [The lights go back to normal as Theo disrobes from his cloak and tosses it out of the ring. He slowly turns and looks at the much smaller Patrick Pines, and gives him a diabolical smirk.] Beav: Well this should be an interesting contest...there couldn’t be two more polar opposite competitors in that ring right now! Mouth: But Pines has PENIS POWER!!! Beav: Oh lord... [The ref signals for the bell to be rung as Pines and Maverelli size one another up. Pines raises his hand up for Maverelli to shake. Lowering his head to look at the hand, Theo then slowly raises his head to look into the smiling face of Patrick. He bounces his head with a faint grin encouraging Theo to take his hand. The fans cheering on Maverelli to shake his hand, instead as Theo raises his hand in what looks like a show of sportsmanship, he grips hold of his opponents wrist and pulls him towards him, raising up his forearm and sending Pines down to the canvas hard.] Mouth: I don’t think the Penis power’s working yet. Beav: Would you stop with the male genitalia references? [Pines was up on his feet though quickly as he started yelling at Maverelli. Shoving him, or attempting to. The large powerhouse barely budging. Pines shoved once more, though to no avail. Taking a few steps back, he launches himself towards his opponent, only sending Maverelli a few steps back. Shaking his head, Pines stares over at Maverelli for a moment. Then as if a light bulb went on over his head, he snapped his fingers. He charges towards his opponent, yet the large man whips him into the corner. Maverelli quick on his heels, leaps into the air to send his shoulder into his opponents sternum, yet Pines moves at the very last moment, sending Theo's arm into the ringpost. He taps his head as he points towards Maverelli, and he launches himself into the corner now where Maverelli still was. Leaping into the air as he gets there, his knee lands hard into his opponent's face. With Maverelli now dazed, Pines grabs hold of his legs and drags him across the canvas to the middle of the ring and goes for the pin. The ref slides down.] One... Tw -- Mouth: Not enough! [Maverelli kicks out with such force it sends Patrick up into the air and landing at his side. Curling up in the fetal position in pain, he kicks the ground. Theo stands up and stares down at the figure of Pines. His hands raising up, signaling towards the crowd, and then down to Pines. Grabbing hold of him, he pulls him onto his feet, the brick shithouse that is Maverelli kicks Pines in the stomach. As Pines doubles over in pain, Maverelli sets him up for a powerbomb. Beav: Pines is getting the better of the big man right now! Mouth: I told you...it’s the power of... Beav: MOUTH! Mouth: Sorry...geez... [Maverelli still seeing stars and being slightly winded is caught up into a wrist lock delivered by his opponent who seems to have gained a sudden burst of energy. As Pines cranks upon the larger mans wrist, he then pulls all of his weight behind him and then sends him towards the steel chairs. They fall with a clang and a clatter, Maverelli laying over them. Pines jumps up onto the apron of the ring, jumping from it to deliver a dropkick, Theo dives out of the way, causing Pines' leg to meet steel in a sickening clash. Screaming out in pain, Pines grabs hold of his leg. Maverelli drops his elbow upon Pines' leg several times before pulling his opponent off of the steps and back into the ring to stop the count out.] Beav: These guys are going at it hard! Mouth: It’s the title tournament! What do you expect, fatty?!? [The ref was too slow to move out of the way and Theo stomps onto the mat, frightening the ref off to the sidelines as he looks towards Pines a moment who is still curled, in pain and slightly dazed. As if trying to stomp a mudhole into Pines' sternum, the ref tells Theo to knock it off. His hands raise up as if he were going to be doing just that, before delivering another mudhole stomp while the ref's back is turned. Maverelli gets behind Pines, forcing him to sit up as his arms wrap around him much like a boa constrictor and begins to apply pressure, an old school style sleeper hold. Pines seems to be wavering as he tries to fight if off, but finds himself unsuccessful. The ref moves down and raises Pines' hand, it falls limp. He lifts it once more, and once more it falls limp down to the side.] Beav: This may be it for Pines! [The fans cheering for Pines, trying to give him the extra edge he needs. As the ref raises his hand once more, it begins to fall but Pines seems to be fighting through it. His hand turns into a fist as he begins to pump it into the air. Shaking his head, he reaches up with one free hand trying to rake Maverelli's eyes, but can't seem to get the hand there as Maverelli cranks on his neck once more. Pines screams out in pain, before he finally is able to jab his thumb into his opponent's eye causing him to break the hold. Pines crawls away quickly as Theo holds onto his eye for a moment. Using the ropes to pull himself up, Pines catches his breath. Maverelli stands up slowly, stumbling. Pines notices that he is getting up and he begins to move over towards his opponent. As he attempts to grab hold of Theo, a knee in the gut his Pines' greeting. Attempting to go for another head removing clothesline, he fails as Pines ducks under the arm and spins him around. Locking into a three fourth's neck lock, he takes him down into a snapmare. Pines backs up as the fans are cheering for him as he runs and delivers a kick into the face.It seems as if Maverelli is out for the count as Pines goes for the count again, covering him. The ref slides down...] One... Two... Thre - Mouth: ALMOST!!! [Before the hand could come slapping down onto the canvas Maverelli reverses, pulling Pines into a schoolboy, holding onto his tights as Pines tries to fight against the cover. The ref is absolutely oblivious to the illegal hold.] Beav: MAVARELLI HAS HIM BY THE TIGHTS!!!! One... Two... Three... The ref signals for the bell as Mavarelli releases Patrick Pines. He then raises his hands in victory.] Mouth: Damn! Beav: A dirty victory for Mavarelli, that’s for durn sure! Mouth: Whatever it takes to advance, Beav! Beav: You flip flop more than that durn Democrat John Kerry! Mouth: That’s enough out of you! [WINNER VIA PINFALL: THEO MAVARELLI]
–A Familiar Face– [We focus in on the door to Bryan Baxman’s office, where Tiffany Jackson is standing by.] Tiffany: I’m backstage outside of Mr. Baxman’s office, and there have been reports of another former PWX star showing up here tonight, and he’s apparently in there with the boss right now! [Just as she finishes, the door to the office opens up, and walking out the door, followed by Baxman, is former PWX Next Generation and Hybrid Champion Ness.] Tiffany: Ness! What are you doing here tonight? [Ness just turns and smirks at her, shakes Baxman’s hand, and heads off camera. Baxman turns to go back into his office, but Tiffany stops him.] Tiffany: Mr. Baxman! Has Ness signed on with CWC? [Baxman looks at her for a few seconds in silence before responding.] Baxman: You’ll find out when everyone else does... [He retreats into his office and closes the door behind him, leaving Tiffany standing there looking at the door. Cut back to ringside.]
--Cut from the Same Cloth-- [Ryu Nakajima is sitting in the corridor, wearing his wrestling attire minus the gloves, writing something down in a small notebook. He glances over at a group of men who are talking over near a vending machine, who are all CWC employees in some capacity, before turning back a couple of pages and apparently amending a note. Nakajima is distracted by some footsteps coming from another direction, and looks over to see who it is. He does a double take, and looks a bit surprised and the man walks by.] Nakajima: “Excuse me…” [The man ignores him. Nakajima stands up.] Nakajima: “Hey!” [The man stops and slowly turns to face him. He looks pissed off about something. Nakajima narrows his eyes.] Nakajima: “Ah yes, I thought I recognised you. What are you doing here?” [The man stands silently, but looks Nakajima up and down.] Nakajima: “…who are you working for?” Man: “I work for Baxman now. The Hell has it got to do with you?” [Nakajima puts down his notebook and smiles knowingly.] Nakajima: “Drakin. Noah Drakin. Am I right?” Drakin: “…Jesus, you’re the guy from New York….Naka-something. I KNEW that name looked familiar when I saw it on the card.” Nakajima: “Ryu Nakajima, the very same.” Drakin: “Yea, how could I forget YOU. Did you follow me here or somethin’?” Nakajima: “Pure coincidence. I think a lot of people in our line of work wind up in places like this.” Drakin: “I guess its what we do best. Take it your goin’ straight too?” Nakajima: “Something like that, yes.” Drakin: “Me too. I’m startin' again, man. Totally clean slate.” Nakajima: “Is that so? I seem to remember you being quite good at your job.” Drakin: “Just because you have talents don’t mean you have to use them.” [Nakajima nods, and pulls something out of his coat hanging on the peg.] Nakajima: “This is my number.” [Nakajima holds out a business card.] Drakin: “Why would I need that?” Nakajima: “I don’t know. Maybe you need someone to help you get started here. Maybe you just want to talk about old times.” Drakin: “I’d rather not think about old times.” [Nakajima shrugs, still holding out his card. Eventually, Drakin takes it.] Drakin: “Hm. Maybe I’ll see you round.” Nakajima: “I’m sure you will, Drakin.” [Drakin frowns a little, and carries on walking. Nakajima sits back down, and starts scribbling on a new page of his notebook.]
–Match - Championship Tournament - First Round - Matt Sloan vs. Ryu Nakajima-- [“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 plucky youngster who doesn’t look too confident tonight! MM: And no wonder, he said it himself this week, Nakajima is liable to kick his damn head off! CR: And his opponent… [Getting High by Ian Brown plays to a big crowd reaction The opening strings of “Getting High” by Ian Brown ring out around the arena as the lights dim down. The big screen provides the only light, and shows Ryu Nakajima standing in an empty room wearing a suit and shades. The camera zooms in slowly until just after the guitars kick in, when it switches to a montage of him in action. A burst of red pyros bit the house lights back up as we see Ryu Nakajima standing in the centre of the entryway, wearing a long white silk coat over his ring attire of red wrestling pants with silver flashes.] CR: …from The Peak District, England…weighing 239 pounds…Ryu Nakajima HC: He’s back in CWC after a short lay off for a injury suffered at The Big Bang Theory. Nakajima has to be one of the favourites for this tournament. MM: He put on a wrestling clinic against Kirsta Lewis at TBBT and tonight will be no different, although I don’t see Sloan doing quite as well as Kirsta! [The match opens with Ryu and Sloan locking up and Ryu takes early control with a side head lock, into a front face lock. He scores with some knee strikes to the face of Sloan before changing up back into the side head lock. Sloan fires off some elbows to the midsection and then stamps on Ryu’s foot before hitting the ropes, drop down by Ryu, Sloan hits the opposite ropes, leap frog by Ryu on the return, Sloan hits the ropes, hop toss attempt by Ryu blocked, arm drag attempt by Sloan, but Ryu rolls with it, turning into an arm bar and then bringing Sloan down to the mat. The crowd are loving the fast chain wrestling as Sloan gets to his feet, then goes to the corner and uses the ropes to flip up over Ryu and land behind him! He hits some kicks to the side and then a spinning thrust kick to the ribs. He hits the ropes, drop down by Ryu, Sloan hits the ropes again but eats a big drop kick to the face on the return! Ryu hits a power drive elbow before quickly going for the cover.] ONE… TWO… [Sloan kicks out but Ryu keeps the pressure on with a rear chin lock, Sloan turns out of it with a hammer lock, but Ryu rolls forward, reversing the pressure and then nails both feet into the face of Sloan. He makes the cover again.] ONE… TWO… [Sloan kicks out and tries to get to his feet, but Ryu takes him over with a judo throw, he goes for a kick, but Sloan catches his leg and then sends him over with a dragon screw leg whip from a seated position. Sloan quickly goes to work on Ryu’s leg with kicks and stomps before going for a sharpshooter, but Ryu blocks the attempt and hooks him in a head and arm cradle pin.] ONE… TWO… [Sloan kicks out but quickly drills Ryu with both knees into his chest before grabbing his leg and ramming it into the canvas a few times and then hooking on the sharpshooter!] HC: Some fast chain wrestling early on and some good pin attempts by Ryu but now Matt Sloan is working over his leg. MM: It’s the same tactic Kirsta used at TBBT so maybe Sloan isn’t as dumb as he looks. [Ryu is quick to get to the ropes and break the sharpshooter but Sloan stays on the offensive by working over his leg. Ryu is able to fight back eventually, nailing a nice step up enzeguri kick to the back of Sloan’s head and both men are down. With the referee’s count at seven they get to their feet, Ryu goes for a clothesline, but Sloan ducks and plants him with a German suplex with a bridge.] ONE… TWO… [Nakajima kicks out in good time and as Sloan goes for a suplex, Ryu quickly turns it into a dragon sleeper! Sloan is gasping for air as Ryu nails him from the dragon sleeper with a pinning face plant to a decent crowd pop! With Sloan stunned Ryu hits his Suplex 66 to big crowd pop before hooking Sloan up and planting him with his Devil’s Waiting finisher. He makes the cover.] ONE… TWO… THREE… [The crowd pop for the impactfull moves of Nakajima as he picks up the win in the first round of the tournament.] CR: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall…Ryu Nakajima! [WINNER VIA PINFALL: RYU NAKAJIMA]
–We were really short on segments this week...-- [We once again go to Beav and Mouth at ringside.] Beav: So the first half of the first round of this tournament is done, as Kirsta Lewis, Theo Mavarelli, Double$s and Ryu Nakajima have all advanced to the winner’s bracket, while their opponents remain alive in the loser’s bracket! Mouth: Damn losers... Beav: Mouth, there is some tough competition in this tournament! Just being signed here in CWC guarantees that! Mouth: Whatever. Why can’t you EVER say a bad word about everyone? Not EVERYONE is great! Not EVERYONE is a winner! Face it Beav, some people are just LOSERS! Beav: That’s not a very nice thing to say about anyone, Mouth! Mouth: Spoken like a true loser...
–Match - Main Event - Final Tournament Qualifying Match - Four Way Elimination - Savage Youth vs. Noah Drakin vs. Viktor Priest vs. Shane Anderson-- Cassandra: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s now time for our Main Event of the evening. [The crowd lets out a huge pop.] Cassandra: The following contest is scheduled a four way elimination match to determine the final entrant into the CWC Championship Tournament! [“Sin” by Stone Temple Pilots begins to blast, as Savage Youth makes his way out from the back and onto the stage. An immediate “ROBO-TEDDY” chant begins throughout the arena as the young man makes his way down towards the ring, slapping five with the fans as he approaches ringside. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope after circling the outside and continuing to give all the fans five - even Beav! Popping up to his feet, he holds his hands high in the air, and the crowd is cheering.] Beav: Well here’s Savage Youth, who originally was only slated to be a one time appearance at The Big Bang Theory, but he’s ended up signing a contract, and ended up picking up a tag team victory with Patrick Pines last week in Fresno! Mouth: This guy’s annoying. Beav: Gonna call him a loser too, Mouth? Mouth: I will if he loses. [A thunderous voice rings out into the arena as “Killing in the Name of “ by Rage Against the Machine begins to blares through the loud speakers. The fans start cheering as pyros shoot off from the side of the Tron, sounding like a machine gun blazing. The sparks fly through the air as Noah Drakin walks out onto the stage, wearing a pair of torn camo cargo pants and white wife beater tank top. Over the white tank top he is wearing a leather vest that is left open so blows back a little as he strolls to the ring. His face is stern and focused as he strolls down the ramp, slapping a few hands as he goes. He reaches the ring steps and casually walks up them to the apron He walks to the center of the apron and leans against the ropes with his arms crossed in front of him. Then in a flash he shoots his arms up in the air as the corner posts burst with pyros. He turns around and steps through the ropes. He begins stretching as he looks up the ramp, waiting for his opponent.] Beav: Well here’s a newcomer to CWC - and rumor has it that this is actually his first professional wrestling match ever! He’s got a heckuva stage to perform on here in his wrestling debut! Mouth: Great...a no name, no talent hack main eventing for us. What the hell is that idiot Baxman thinking? [“American Idiot” by Green Day blares over the loudspears, as red and white pyro explodes from under the stage and around the video screen. From the back emerges Shane Anderson, carrying the Canadian Flag, he walks down the ramp ignoring the fans boos, and sometimes enjoying them. He enters the ring and places the Canadian flag in the corner.] Beav: Well the former TFWF wrestler is apparently proud of his Canadian heritage! Mouth: Canada sucks. Beav: Have you even BEEN to Canada, Mouth? Mouth: Nope. Beav: Then how can you say it sucks? Mouth: Two names....Celine Dion and Bryan Adams. Beav: Hey, what’s wrong with them? I have both of their tapes! Mouth: You would.........wait, did you say TAPES? Beav, didn’t I give you a CD player for Christmas a couple years ago?!? Beav: Yup. Mouth: So WHY are you still playing tapes? Beav: I can’t figure out how those disc things work, Mouth! Mouth: You ass! Do you know how much I spent on that thing? It’s top of the line! Beav: And now it’s on the top shelf of my bedroom closet! Mouth: ........ Beav: Folks, I’m getting word that we’ve got a little situation in back involving Viktor Priest....we’ve got a camera back there...let’s check it out! [We cut to the back, where Viktor Priest is being assaulted by The Border Patrol.] Mouth: WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE NUMB NUTS DOING? Beav: I haven’t a clue! [The two slam him up against the wall, and then throw him down to the concrete floor.] TFB: EL DIABLO! ERES EL DIABLO! LUC: NO BUENO!!! [The Flying Burrito picks the much bigger man up by the hair, as La Ultima Cebolla grabs a folded up table that was leaning against a nearby wall, and jams the end of it right into his rib cage.] Mouth: Those idiots screw EVERYTHING up! Beav: Well they must have SOME reason to randomly attack Priest! Mouth: Because they’re attention whores who can’t wrestle! [The pair pulls Priest back to his feet and lead him down the hallway, each hitting him to keep him subdued as they make their way down. They reach a set of double doors that has an “EXIT” sign over it, and double whip him right through them and send him landing out to the pavement of the back parking lot.] Beav: My lord, what have they done! Mouth: They made this a three way match, that’s what they’ve done! Beav: I guess so! [The referee calls for the bell, as Savage Youth and Noah Drakin immediately attack Shane Anderson and force him back into a corner. They take turns unloading knife edged chops across his chest and then whip him across the ring to the far corner. Savage Youth is about to charge in after him, but Drakin grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him straight down onto his back, and then charges in at Anderson himself. But Anderson was ready for him and spins out of the corner, connecting with an elbow right to the jaw, sending Drakin stumbling away.] Mouth: Well these three don’t seem to be missing Viktor Priest too much! Beav: It’s one less person standing in the way to them getting into the title tournament! [Anderson quickly grabs Drakin from behind and shoves him shoulder first into the corner between the top and middle turnbuckles, driving the shoulder into the steel ring post. He then turns around to look for Savage Youth, but the fan favorite was waiting for him and catches him with a stinging right hand to the jaw. He unloads another one and then pushes Shane back off the ropes and whips him across the ring. Shane hits the far ropes and comes back to catch a dropkick, taking him down to the mat. Savage Youth quickly scrambles over to Anderson and hooks the leg for an early cover.] Mouth: Savage Youth has a pin attempt! ONE!! Kickout! Beav: But Anderson kicks out right away! [Savage Youth gets back to his feet and reaches down to pull Anderson up, but Anderson, from his back, jabs his aggressor in the eye with a thumb and gets back to his feet. Savage Youth turns right back around into Anderson, still holding his eye, and catches a boot to the stomach before Shane hooks him into a front facelock and brings him up and over with a snap suplex. Getting right back to his feet, he reaches down and pulls Savage Youth back up again and hits him with a European Uppercut before grabbing his wrist and wrenching his arm into a wrist lock. Savage Youth looks for a way out of it, but doesn’t have to find one as Drakin slides back into the ring and clobbers Anderson from behind, forcing him to break the hold. Noah Drakin then unloads a hard chop across Savage Youth’s chest, grabs him for an Irish Whip, but Savage Youth reverses it and sends Drakin flying across the ring. Drakin comes back and leapfrogs over Savage Youth, hits the far ropes, and flies in at him with a cross body press, but Savage Youth ducks out of the way and Drakin finds nothing but the canvas.] Beav: This is one barn burner of a pace they’ve started off on, Mouth! Mouth: We’re in Tucson....THE DESERT....there are NO barns here! Beav: I’m sure there are one or two around! Mouth: They don’t have Hoe-Downs in Arizona you damn redneck! They have Spring Break here! [Savage Youth quickly lays a few stomps into Drakin before turning his attention back to Shane Anderson, who’s just back to his feet. Savage Youth grabs him, clubs him across the back with a forearm, and then hooks him up for a swinging neckbreaker, hitting it nicely. Jumping back up to his feet again, he once again pulls Anderson up, hooks him up for a Fisherman’s Suplex, turns it over and holds for the pin attempt!] Beav: Another pinning predicament! ONE!!
TW... Kickout! Mouth: Still not enough! [Before either man can get back to their feet, Drakin rushes back into the scene and alternates stomps to each man who’s on the canvas before pulling up Savage Youth and scooping him up into his arms, dropping him down across his leg for a backbreaker. Now it’s Drakin with a cover on Savage Youth!] ONE!!!
TW... Kickout! Mouth: He couldn’t even get the two! [Drakin gets back to his feet again, but is blindsided by a hard punch to the temple, and stumbles away. Anderson stays on him though, and assaults him with a barrage of punches before hooking him up for a Northern Lights Suplex, slamming him down into the middle of the ring. Anderson gets up and looks down at Drakin, and quickly steps out through the ropes and up onto the apron, where he climbs to the top turnbuckle. He stands up straight quickly, arms raised in the air, and launches down with a flying headbutt right into the chest of Drakin. Anderson quickly finds his way back to Drakin and hooks the leg for a cover.] ONE!!!
TWO!!! Kickout! Beav: This time it was Anderson trying to get a pinfall, but Drakin managed to kick out! Mouth: None of these guys want to go down! Beav: Can you blame them! They’ll have to wait months to even SMELL CWC gold if they don’t get into this tournament! Mouth: That’s because they’re LOSERS! [Anderson gets up again and mounts Drakin, unloading rights and lefts. Savage Youth is now back to his feet and pulls Anderson off of Drakin from behind, hooks him up in a rear waist lock, and hits a belly to back suplex, holding the bridge for a pin attempt!] Beav: Savage Youth with a pin out of nowhere! He’s got him bridged! ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! Mouth: NO WAY! Beav: Just like that, Shane Anderson’s been eliminated from the match! We’re down to Savage Youth and Noah Drakin now! [Savage Youth gets back to his feet and sees Drakin still down, writhing in pain. He pulls the rookie wrestler up to his feet, nails him with a forearm to the jaw, and whips him across the ring off the ropes, and then springboards off the middle rope, catching Drakin with a springboard missile dropkick right in the center of the ring while he was on the run!] Mouth: WOW! Beav: The timing on that was MIGHTY impressive! Mouth: No kidding! [Savage Youth rolls over him for a cover.] Beav: This could be it! ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE... Shoulder up! Mouth: NO! Beav: He got his shoulder up somehow! [Savage Youth looks at the referee in disbelief as he gets to one knee. He pulls Drakin up into a sitting position, and locks in a rear chin lock, driving his knee into his opponent’s lower back. He wrenches down trying to cut off the oxygen supply to the brain, and Drakin appears to be fading fast. The referee checks in with him, and when he doesn’t respond, raises his arm up in the air and lets it fall.] ONE!!! Beav: Drakin may be out for the count, here! Mouth: And Savage Youth would move into the tournament? That can’t happen! The guy’s a complete putz! [The referee raises his hand into the air again, and lets it fall a second time.] TWO!!! Beav: This could be it! Mouth: Damn it rookie, WAKE UP! [One last time, the referee raises his hand into the air, lets go, and Drakin catches it and holds it back up.] Beav: NO! Drakin’s still in this! Mouth: Thank god... [Savage Youth tries to readjust his grip and wrench down harder, but Drakin is building some adrenaline up and is starting to press his way to his feet. Savage Youth tries to keep him down, but it’s to no avail, as he gets back to a vertical base, but the hold’s still locked in.] Beav: He’s up! I can’t believe it! Mouth: Of COURSE he is! This rookie’s got what it takes! Beav: You were just calling him a no talent something or other a few minutes ago, Mouth...what’s wrong with you! Mouth: Shut up, Beav. [Drakin manages to deliver an elbow right into the rib cage of Savage Youth, loosening up the hold. He does it again, loosening it up a little more. One more elbow finally breaks the hold, and Drakin connects with a stinging right hook to the jaw before running off the ropes and leveling Savage Youth with a big clothesline. Savage Youth gets back up and Drakin’s off the ropes again, and takes him down again with another clothesline. This time he just drops down with a quick elbow into the sternum of Savage Youth and holds a lateral press for the cover.] ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TH... Shoulder up! Beav: It’s going to take more than that to keep Savage Youth down! Mouth: I don’t see how... [Drakin gets back to his feet again, reaches down to pull Savage Youth up, but Savage Youth grabs him and rolls him up for a cover!] Beav: Out of nowhere! ONE!!!
TWO!!
THRE.... Kickout! Mouth: JUST IN TIME! [Both men jump back to their feet, but Drakin’s quicker on the attack, as he delivers a boot to the stomach, and then sets Savage Youth up for his finisher and hits it.] Beav: HE CALLS THAT “LAST RITES!!!” Mouth: THAT’S GOTTA END IT! [Drakin has the leg hooked.] ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! Beav: NOAH DRAKIN WINS IN HIS FIRST MATCH AND ADVANCES INTO THE CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT TO FACE ADAM JAMES NEXT WEEK! Mouth: I KNEW THIS GUY HAD TALENT! Beav: You did NOT! Mouth: Hey, you think I’m going to let YOU in on all of MY secrets? No way, fatso! [“Killing in the name of...” reprises, as Drakin gets to his feet and holds his hands high in the air. The referee walks over and puts his hand up with one of Drakin’s signifying the win.] Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match...NOAH DRAKIN!!! Beav: Well we finally know who all sixteen competitors in the tournament are, and after next week, both sides of the brackets will be set as we make our way towards the two championships! What a week it’s been! Will Ness be signing with CWC? Who’s Kirsta Lewis dating? Mouth: When did you become a freaking gossip columnist? Beav: We’re all out of time! We’ll see you next week, folks! [The scene fades out with a zoomed in shot of Noah Drakin looking down at Savage Youth, who’s trying to get back up to his feet.]
[WINNER VIA PINFALL: NOAH DRAKIN]
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