CWF 2011: Trashtalking - Elimination Chamber #1 (Merging Issue)

[Andrew]

CWF Elimination Chamber: Rey Mysterio vs. Alberto Del Rio

This match is for Rey Mysterio (Andrew) and Alberto Del Rio (Awesome Miz)

Good luck!
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[Andrew]

CWF Elimination Chamber: CM Punk vs. William Regal

This match is for CM Punk (Rock) and William Regal (Ellis)

Good luck!
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[Andrew]

3 more matches announced,

PPV is just 10 days away. Get TT'ing for the PPV and Supershow guys so we can ensure you the show will be out of the world!

 

[PegasusKid]

Looks awsome 2 matches should be great. Lol I totally forgot that my tag team actually had to compete. Oh well just have to win the tag titles now cause im cool like that you know. Cards looks good to. Lol at Batista hes like "whos this jobber?" jkz BC ily man.

 

[Aniking]

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The CWF Universe burst into cheers as Alex Riley makes his way out from the back. Riley emerges with a smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the positive atmosphere. Riley looks around at the crowd for a moment before deciding to walk down the ramp and towards the ring

Riley high-fives some fans as he rounds the corner and walks up the steel steps. He stands on the ring apron with the smile still on his face, before entering the ring. Riley walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs up it and raises his arm in the air. The CWF Universe cheers him as he gets off the turnbuckle, reaches through the ring ropes and is handed a microphone from an official. Riley walks to the middle of the ring and raises the microphone to his mouth

Alex Riley

To date, my CWF career has been... well, it's been a little lacklustre. I debuted in the middle of September, and frankly I came here full of confidence. I truly did not know what to expect from this company, but nonetheless I had high expectations of myself. Things didn't exactly go to plan in my debut match, but I did face Brock Lesnar after all, and I hate to give him credit, but he made light work of me. That was the reality check I needed, it was the slap across the face to wake me up, pull my head in and get my ass into gear... and that's exactly what I did two weeks later. I don't know who I impressed on my debut, but I somehow scored myself a number one contender's match against Alberto Del Rio, and I'm very pleased to look back on that match and not have any regrets, knowing that I repaid that person's faith tenfold.

Many expected A-Ry to smile at that thought, but his expression does not change

So with my first CWF victory under my belt, combined with a future Intercontinental Championship match in the books, you'd think I'd be on top of the world at this moment in time... right? Well, not quite, and the reason being is I once again slipped up and allowed a tag team match specialist to beat me in a one-on-one match. Now if my debut match didn't properly kick me into gear, losing that match will. Now don't get me wrong, Billy Gunn is a man steeped in history, and his experience in this business is invaluable, but I just can't help but think that I should've won last week. I need all the momentum I can get right now, especially with the Elimination Chamber creeping closer and closer, along with one of the most important matches of my young career. This inconsistency needs to stop, or else the Intercontinental Championship match will ultimately become a one-on-one match between Lesnar and this man.

Riley points towards Kane, who doesn't move a muscle

But that's just it. That's just not going to happen on my watch, because after I beat Batista next week at the CWF Supershow, I plan on walking into the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view with my head held high, completely confident in my ability to get the job done. After all, if I can defeat one of six men who are vying to become the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, then frankly I can beat anybody, which includes Lesnar and Kane. I don't care how experienced, how dangerous, or how sadistic they both are, there's no substitute for self-belief, heart, spirit, determination, and more importantly intelligence. I believe I have all the assets, all the requirements and all the fundamentals to beat two of the best superstars in this company today, whether anybody believes I can do it or not. I'm walking into the Intercontinental Championship match as the underdog, but I'm leaving as the man that caused one of the biggest upsets in wrestling history, along with clutching my first piece of singles gold.

Riley envisions this thought, one he's confident in replicating, and this causes him to smile. The CWF Universe enjoy listening to a confident Riley, who has finally directed has attention towards The Big Red Machine

Believe me Kane, I've been waiting for the day you sought your revenge on me after what I did to you when I first arrived to this company. I prepared myself each and every day following that attack, ready for whatever punishment you decided to dish out my way... but strangely enough, that's never happened has it? You would think that a man of your stature, a man of your brutal and devious tendencies would've immediately attempted to put somebody like me in my place. It all makes me wonder as to why you've not done anything about it, but I think I've come up with a reasonable explanation - you're actually afraid of me. No no, I'm not joking, in fact I'm actually quite serious. I think that The Big Red Machine is actually afraid of what I am capable of, because let's face it, nobody has manhandled you the way that I did a month ago. I bet you haven't been able to sleep ever since that night, tossing and turning, rolling from side-to-side, stewing in your own thoughts, crossing your fingers that that fateful day would never come.

A grinning Riley looks right at Kane and stares into his eyes

Now what exactly would be that fateful day? Well, it's the one that you claim fate has handed you, when frankly it's not quite that. Instead it's what destiny has given me, and rather what destiny has given you as well. See I'm not an idiot Kane, this whole mysterious, mystical persona you portray, it's all to hide your insecurities. Yeah, you heard me, I just think you're a man that's afraid of the day when your bold words are shoved back down your throat and you're exposed as the fraud you really are. I've grown up watching you torture your opponents, both physically and verbally, but the only reason you have been so successful in doing so is because they all allowed you to do it. You're all smoke and mirrors Kane, your main weapon isn't your Chokeslam or the Tombstone Piledriver, instead it's your mind games. So what I suggest is you think back to what you had to say to me and attempt to make those words come true, like finding my weaknesses... because Kane... I've found yours.

Riley winks at the man standing right across from him, while the CWF Universe cheers the confident Alex Riley. A-Ry enjoys the positive atmosphere as he hasn't quite finished speaking yet

Now as for you Brock, I really hope you're listening, because I haven't forgotten about you. In fact, you're the man that I feel I have the most to prove to, because as I mentioned earlier, you made beating me look easy. I've watched our match back so many times that I've lost count, and there's simply nothing I did that you didn't have an answer for. My inexperience in this business was exposed for the entire world to see that night, and frankly I'm a little embarrassed by it. Which is why at the Elimination Chamber, I'm not going to stop fighting until I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and that light is the Intercontinental Championship. The perfect act of redemption, the one that will eliminate my debut match from everybody's minds, is if I do the unthinkable and take that championship from you... and I think it'll be easier than everybody thinks. Your eyes are set on a more prestigious prize, they're fixed on that CWF Championship, and you know as well as I do that your competitive nature won't allow you to rest until you have that title in your possession. So Brock, don't take it too hard when I become Intercontinental Champion next Sunday night, instead look at it as your own light before the end of the tunnel.

The arm of A-Ry falls to his side as he looks directly at the titantron, still with a grin etched on his face. The CWF Universe all enjoyed the appearance of Riley, as inconsistent as they have been recently, but their pleasure quickly changes...

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[The Hoov]

Matt chuckles to himself for a moment while all of the other combatants look on in confusion. Matt is reaching the point of hysteria, successfully cutting Jericho off in mid-sentence. Then, almost as abruptly as it started, it stops. Matt then takes a look around the ring before talking.

Matt Hardy: When I take a look around this ring, a real hard long look around this ring, what is it do you think I see? Or rather what is it do you think I should see? Should I take a look at someone like Finlay and see a well-accomplished and well-traveled veteran? Should I look at Batista and see a powerful and ruthless animal bent on destruction? Should I see through Jericho's over-complicated vocabulary and realize what an absolute legend he truly is? Or how about come to the realization that Sheamus is the future of this business? Or how about the fact that Edge is the single most impressive man in this ring? Let me be downright honest with each and every person sitting in the audience and every single person watching at home and, hell, every person standing in this ring with me. All of those things, all of those compliments, all of those accolades, all of your so-called “legacies†I should see in you......I don't. I don't see a shred of anything redeemable in this ring. Would you like to know why? It's because what I REALLY see when I look around this ring is far more grim. I see a group of individuals who make me absolutely sick!


The crowd is booing as Matt berates some of the most popular superstars in the entire company. Matt turns his attention to Jericho.



Matt Hardy: Chris Jericho, I can see right through your act. That's right. I can see you for everything that you are. You walk around and bash these people. You can call them parasites, troglodytes, hypocrites, you can call them whatever you like but, at the end of the day, you are their puppet. Plain and simple. You come out here week in and week out and you pander to these people with your actions. Every time you springboard off these ropes and go for a Lionsault, it puts these people in a state of awe. You perform for the same people you claim to hate. You come out here and you do things to entertain them. These pathetic, worthless pieces of garbage, you give them a show when you come out here. If anyone is the hypocrite in this instance, if anyone is the troglodyte here, if anyone is the parasite in this case.....Jericho, it's you.


The crowd reluctantly cheers what Matt just told Jericho. Jericho doesn't look too pleased at hearing it. Matt abruptly cuts the crowd off.


Matt Hardy: I'm not through yet so you are going to sit there and listen and be quiet. I've heard your cheers for far too long and , quite frankly, I'm sick and tired of hearing them. Chris, you say I should be intimidated because “I am locked inside the chamber with you†but honestly, Jericho. Are you really that enraged? Why would you be? You've had the world in the palm of your hand on numerous occasions. Jericho, what you should be concerned with is being locked in there with me because I am a psychotic, dangerous individual who is just down right pissed off and angry at the world. I will stop at nothing to get what I want. Jericho, you are what you hate: a marionette and these ingrates are pulling the strings. You come to the ring and give these people their money's worth so to speak. Me? I don't do anything according to them because it has gotten me nowhere in my career. You're absolutely right about my career. It has gone nowhere. But that is changing more and more each week. Do you think you will ever see me fly off of a ladder again? Do you think you will ever see me play up to these people again? The answer is a simple no. Never again will I become a performer. I view this as my job. I come here, I out-wrestle someone and I win matches. Nothing more and nothing less. I came to the CWF to “save†these people, just as you have in the past but unlike you, I'm not staying on this sinking ship of salvation. I choose this moment to save myself from further mediocrity by choosing instead to say to all of these people you're either Followers......or you are nothing.


The crowd is booing Matt Hardy completely out of the building. Matt then looks over towards Edge and starts in on him.


Matt Hardy: Like you, for example Adam. May I call you Adam? We've been through it all together. Cage matches, Tag Team matches, Tables, Ladders, and Chairs, Oh My! You and me have been through hell and back and neither of us has stopped. But, what's the difference? Why are you, on paper, more successful than Christian and I? It's because you, just like every other man in this ring, has been handed the world on a silver platter. The powers that be has decided that the money was with Edge and Jeff Hardy when the tag team division died a horrible and agonizing death. The big wigs sitting in their air conditioned cubicles decided that two men who worked their asses off just as hard as you and my brother weren't good enough. We weren't good enough........*laughs* We weren't good enough......Let me tell you a little something about not being good enough, Adam. I've spent my entire career saying that I wasn't good enough. I spent my entire career convincing myself that I was nothing more than a mid-card act at best. I would say “Oh, this is my year guys!†Year after year after year I would make these claims and none of it ever came true because no matter how hard I tried. No matter how big of a pop I got from these people, nothing was ever good enough. I was stuck in a rut. Edge, Adam, whoever you are, I want you to look me dead in the eyes and I want you to listen to me nice and good ok? Edge, everything you've accomplished you've either cheated to win or was given to you. Edge, like it or not, you're no rebel. “Rated R Superstar†give me a break. You were, have been, and always will be a corporate stooge, sucking up to anyone in your way to get what you feel entitled to. The fact that these people adore you just proves how either idiotic or mentally disturbed they are. You are a downright despicable person who has succeeded at the expense of those around you. Adam, you've stepped on everyone in your way to get to where you are, but you never thought one of those people would be smart enough to see it, let alone two. What Christian and I did to you on WAR, that's just the beginning. Inside of that chamber, I will make it my goal to destroy you with my bare hands and prove to the entire world that Edge isn't the strongest man of the 4 of us. I will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Matt Hardy is the real deal. And please, doubt me, doubt my abilities. It fuels my hate and it will make my victory that much more satisfying.


Matt is just going on a tangent on his opponents and the crowd. He is easily the most hated guy in the ring right now. He turns his attention towards everybody else.

Matt Hardy: What I said to those two could go just as well to the rest of you. Batista, the man single-handedly picked by upper management i.e. “The Game†to be the future of the business. What happened Dave? You had such promise and yet you've fallen from grace. Batista, you are a prime example of management not knowing what the hell they are talking about when they say who is a money-making superstar and who isn't. Batista, when have you ever drawn a dime? Never and I'll explain why. No one enjoys a hype machine and that's all you are. And I know it's coming so let me retort for you. I am no hype machine. I'm what you would call a fortune teller because I can see what is in store for all of your futures and that is embarrassing and utter defeat at my hands. You see, I've never in my career have been given the opportunity to compete for a major World Title so Jericho, “Why don't I try it sometime?†Well, unlike the first time you tried for a major World Title, I'm going to win it on my first try.


Matt walks over to where Sheamus and Finlay are standing and addresses both of them.


Matt Hardy: And, gents, there isn't anything either of you Irish blokes can do about it. Sheamus, Mr. up-and-comer. You remind me a lot of all of the other big monster guys the “machine†has produced and thrown into the gallows. You are a flash in the pan, “fella†and that's all you'll ever be. You don't know much about me? Good. Let's keep it that way. It'll make it that much more difficult for you to comprehend why you lost the chamber and why your career will fall downhill into obscurity that it will drive you insane and might actually turn you into what you were created for. Finlay, you've held onto that title on mere luck. You get one opening and you take it, which is admirable, don't get me wrong, but I'm sick of seeing that title around your waist. Finlay, you are an embarrassment to this industry. Inside of that structure, mistakes do happen, but not from me. This is my first chance at a major World Title and I'm not going to waste it. Finlay, you might have gliding by all of your other opponents, but you're not walking out of the chamber with that title. That title is coming to where it belongs, where it's always belonged: Around my waist. And when it does, that is truly when the Mattitude Era will begin and engulf the entire CWF.


Matt is becoming more and more delusional as he speaks. He keeps pacing back and forth around the ring around his opponents.


Matt Hardy: The days of the same-old same-old are over. At Elimination Chamber, I will forever change the landscape of this business forever. Gone will be the days of the corporate-molded and machine-crafted empty robot “superstars†and in will be the days of the self-made men. And, people, get used to seeing this face because it's not going anywhere.....and it will be the last face you see before I wish you the best in your “future endeavorsâ€.....


Matt then lowers his microphone, leaving the entire audience and all of his opponents stunned.​

 

[Andrew]

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'ONE OK ROCK - Liar' begins playing as the crowd are on their feet to see who this could possibly be. Rey Mysterio jumps up from the stage to his feet as the crowd gets to their feet.

As Rey lands on his feet, he runs and slides into the ring as he grabs a microphone.

Rey Mysterio;

Así que es así como es? Ya know dawgs, I really expected better from this horrible Swedish crowd. Good thing I know a little bit of Swedish... Du Suger!

The crowd boo's at the mention of Rey saying the crowd sucks.

Enough about you, when I heard the Mexican Aristrocrat whine about how he didn't have anythin' goin' for him at Elimination Chamber. I spoke to the General Manager Jim Cornette to give me a match against him, 'n y'all wonderin' why would I face Alberto Del Rio. The thing is, it's quite simple... I wear this mask with honor and pride of the Mexican culture and ya know, I ain't even Mexican, I'm a freakin' San Deigoian 'n the style of my wrestlin' is everythin' Mexico is great about, the Lucha Libre style. Yet you Alberto, you've disrespected your own culture, you've disrespected ya own people. Ya see Del Rio, I ain't Mexican but I got a hell lot of respect for Mexicans then I do for Americans, mind you Dolph is American and is the only American I respect around 'ere. Before ya came 'ere to CWF, you used to wear a mask, you used to honor what Mexican Wrestling was all 'bout but then ya came 'ere and tried to be like every damn American. Ya tryin' to be some sort of jumpin' bean, tryin' to fit in the American crowd dawg, but face it Alberto. Ya never gonna be an American, you're a Mexican at 'eart 'n unfortunately you can't even embrace ya own culture. The mansion you own isn't gonna make you a Mexican Superstar, in fact... Mexico believes I am their idol, but guess what... I don't want them to look at me like I'm their idol. I'm an American and I got pride in wrestlin', I used to entertain these pathetic people with my high-flyin' moves and athleticism, but ya see Alberto... It's no longer about what they want, it's all about what I want. I want you in this very ring facin' me 'cos I know that I can provide a true Mexican-style wrestlin' match, I'm sick of you adaptin' to be an American. What ever happened to you bein' a true Mexican Wrestler?

The crowd delivers a split-reaction.

For years I've embraced the Mexican culture, hell I even got MEXICAN across my chest. I've got Mexican blood in me Alberto but you... you just disgrace the culture alone. Your uncle Mil Mascaras last week was announced into the Wrestling Hall of Fame and ya know... I managed to give him a call earlier on, I'm gonna bring him out right now.

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'A Man of A Thousand Mask' comes out as the crowd gives a decent reaction, Mil Mascaras makes his way to the ring as he is given the microphone.

Mil Mascaras;

Eres una desgracia Alberto. Mi sobrino ... desde entonces ya no se Dos Caras Jr, le han dado un trauma familiar y el sufrimiento. Miramos a Rey como nuestro héroe, un hombre que tiene el orgullo de la cultura mexicana, sino que Alberto, que se aleje de la soberbia, que se aleje de la cultura y se pierde todo!

Mascaras then gives the microphone to Rey.

Your uncle even thinks you are a disgrace Alberto. Only once has my mask been taken off in Wrestling, where my face was revealed. My family suffered stress for a very long time Alberto, but now... I continue wearin' this mask because I know it's the true luchador style and you Alberto... I rememeber when you tried to become a MMA fighter.

You wore a mask when you fought but you got knocked out by Cro Cop. You then decide to make a return to wrestling and because you were ashamed of your actions you decided to take away the mask. The mask that represented our culture, that represented the true luchador you once were! Now that you are no longer considered a luchador, you are nothing but a pendejo! You can continue to deliver your Mexican speeches, thinking you have pride and such and how you hate America. But you are nothing but a liar Alberto, you're desperately tryin' to be an American. If you were a true Mexican you would still keep the mask, you would still be called Dos Caras Jr. but for now... I will call you Alberto De Idiotas! But hey Alberto, you're about to be matched with the greatest ability and high-flyer of all time... I am the master of the 619 and I will beat you at Elimination Chamber but you... You already know that!

OOC: Good luck Lukas!





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[Sam]

The crowd are giving a loud mixed reaction after Christian finishes his latest tirade. Suddenly the lights go out, and Kevin Thorn and Ariel appear on the titantron, Ariel twirling a vibrant red rose in her fingers, she speaks.

Ariel: Many months ago, in a time almost forgotten. Kevin Thorn first stepped foot into the this wretched company. He wandered aimlessly from fight to fight, with no aim, other than the decimation of all who stood before him. It was during this time that CWF was a red, red rose, vibrant, youthfull... fresh, exciting and everyone and everything was happy. Or so it seemed. At this time Christian, you were leading the charge as the CWF Champion... the leading light in this company. But brewing below was a dark being... a being who was just chomping at the bit to get his oppertunity. But that oppertunity never came. That is until he assembled the darkest force in professional wrestling today, The Coven. He then rose above the surface, he reached with his bloody hand, and clasped the oppertunity he had carved from other's souls and he became the first ever, CWF Champion. And since his emergance from the very depths of the coven, Kevin Thorn, 'The Master of Macabre', The Dark Champion, has turned the once red, vibrant rose... into a dark... black... dead... wilted rose... lifeless... Kevin Thorn has grasped this company around the throat, he has sunk his teeth in and he has drained it of it's life force... it's blood is on his hands... and this company once overran with complete non-entities is now ran by the darkest entity known to the human mind... a dark entity that maybe even your puny little mind Christian, could perhaps understand fully. And your foolishness... your foolhardiness will cause you to fall in the same path as the rose in my hand... colour will be drained from your being as all the red flows out... and nothing is left but the blackness that my leader instills wherever he lays his hands...

Suddenly the rose that Ariel twirls turns black, she continues to twirl it as Kevin Thorn begins to speak.

Kevin Thorn: Darker still is the heart that beats in my body... dead, silent. Christian, you may ponder my actions, you may question why I look the way I do, and act the way I do. But there is no denying that you are standing in the way of the truest form of darkness on the Honor roster. You say in recent months you have beaten The Rock, Finlay and Brock Lesnar?... well in recent months Christian, is it not true that I have beaten you also?... and Brock Lesnar?. Not to mention the many other souls that have fallen into the deepest realms of blackness. Christian, you seem foolish to me. You seem to completely disregard the fact that I am the World Champion, and you, are not. Now you stand in that ring, and you claim that you joined the gang of underacheiving nobodies, known as Mattitude, to change this business for the better?. Christian, I'm not one who typically finds anything humorous, but I must say, that I find quite funny. You see, you, are, nothing. Absolutley nothing, so you've been World Champion before... a grand acheivement in any case... however Christian what have you done since then. Other than make complaints of course. You may talk about respect, and making this company change for the better but all you give anyone is false hope. In fact, I'm actually surprised you've made it this close to being a contender. And the key word there is close, Christian. You are no contender to me. I am the dark prince of this company, the overlord of all you see... and you are nothing but a flash in the pan from six months ago. You've acheived nothing, and you want to talk about me having no respect?... have you asked your peers just what they think of you, respect isn't a word thrown around too often.

Thorn looks at Ariel who is smiling with his fanged teeth bearing, Thorn turns back to the camera and looks down to Christian.

You see Christian, respect is something I'm simply not interested in. Quite frankly I'm not interested in any opinions held of me by mere mortals, mere underlings of my dark regime. No, I have much more important things to ponder, like how I can bring this company to it's very knees and slay it with no mercy... I've endured nothing but apathy from this company for a long time... on WAR I was a forgotten player, a mere pawn... quickly knocked off from the game. It angered me, it really did Christian, and now I am the King... now I hold all the cards and it's written in these cards, and in the stars that one dark beast will claim his revenge on every wrong doing he has had to bare to this day. And Christian, I will have it. Revenge is a dish best served bloody, and blood is what I promise to take from you in the Chamber of Horrors. You see Mister Jim Cornette has made this match to get this belt from me, because he knows that with it, I hold all the power. In my posession is the bargaining chip, and I can bring him to his knees and make him beg for me to not kill off this brand before it gets started. This company has done me wrong, the people of this world have done me wrong, and no longer will I stand for it. Christian, it is time for me to unleash, the inner beast of Kevin Thorn. The darkness I was forced to prowl by the mortals of this world has embraced me, the blackness instilled in my heart has become what I am... and Christian the blood red rose that was once this company will bleed like you will at Elimination Chamber... and all that will be left is a battered, beaten, bloody mess and the result shall be without doubt, that Kevin Thorn remains the one true overlord of CWF... the dark ruler, the black emperor... and STILL... the Championship Wrestling Federation World Champion.

Kevin Thorn looks intense as he stares down the camera.

And there's no tricks, no gimmicks, no mind games... only truth... you will be but the first of many sacrificial lambs to land in my hands as I reign supreme... and only when I'm satisfied will this company be allowed to breath a little easier... but right now?... I plan to sufficate it until I am satisfied... I refuse to relinquish my grip on this company's throat... and I refuse to release my grasp on this CWF World Championship... and until then?... everyone shall suffer my true wrath.

Thorn laughs before launching his fangs onto the neck of a seemingly willing Ariel, who also seems to enjoy it. The fans boo heavily as the two vampiric freaks smooch in their own special way.

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[Doink]

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‘Rowdy’ Roddy Pipers theme song plays over the arena when the ‘Hot Rod’ takes to the stage along with Mr T. The boos rain down on them as they both walk down the entrance ramp with Piper shouting stuff at the crowd. They get to the ring and they climb the steps and get into the ring before Mr T picks up a mic that was laid out for them.

Mr T: Shut the hell up. You don’t dare boo us you crazy fools. We are far more dominant than you could ever be. We have been insulted by management as of late. Five different teams, we should be named number one contenders right now. I don’t really see why you are risking the careers of five different tag teams. We could easily end the careers of one of these teams at Elimination Chamber. Once you step inside the structure with Mr T and Roddy Piper, you are risking your careers and we have no remorse, we don’t care what we have to do to win the tag team championships and cause domination, we will do it. So, if I were you I’d stay out of the way or at least man up real quick to take the beating of your lifetime.

The crowd boo Mr T and Piper takes over

‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper: Shut up ya’ bunch o’ dimwits. Ya’ gettin’ on ma’ nerves. I come down here week in week out and evr’ybody says it’s for your entertainment. Well haven’t I got news for ya’ I don’t give a damn about all of you! I do it for me. I do it to win championships which we will be one step closer ta’ doin’ after Elimination Chamber after we destroy these feeble excuses for wrestlers. Never in ma’ entire career have I encountered a company like this. There are no bloody wrestlers here. We’ll show ya’ all wrestling inside the chamber. Now, ya’ need ta’ show some respect to ya’ new tag team champions regardless of whether REMEDY or New Age Outlaws win the belts.

The crowd give major heat

Mr T: First, we have Rockarella. The so called Peoples Champion and Santino Marella. Who in the hell cares about the people? You won’t be any kind of champion when you are being stitched up in a hospital ward. I’ll tear you apart come the Pay Per View and there won’t be anything you can do to stop the domination. Santino Marella, I strongly suggest that you stay out of my way if you still want that unibrow. I could beat you so bad you’ll never compete again. It is entirely your decision, if you fancy an early retirement, be my guest, I’ll make an example out of you, this place would be a hell of a lot better without you.

The crowd cut off Mr T so Piper continues.

‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper: Next we have Broskis, Robbie E an’ Zack Ryder. Wow, I’m gonna’ enjoy kickin’ ya’ teeth in. Ya’ perhaps the biggest joke of a tag team I’ve ever seen. Zack, I got some news for ya’ bein’ an internet clown don’t win ya’ titles. Naw, bein’ a great wrestler wins ya’ titles an’ that’s where me an Mr T here come in, there really is only one winner in this contest and they are standin’ here in this ring. We also have Mattitude. We have an addict an’ a freak show. Says it all about the business nowadays. People have no respect whatsoever about what bein’ a wrestler means. I’ll give ya’ two options, learn some respect or we’ll beat it out of ya’

Again the crowd cuts off Piper.

Mr T: Also involved in this match are Beer Money, perhaps our biggest challengers. I’ll tell you this for nothin’ once we step inside that chamber, I won’t be playin’ nice, if I have to destroy you, I will destroy you. I’ll leave ya unable to stand let alone walk back down that ramp in defeat. At the end of the match, it will be T-Pipe standing tall and there is nothing anybody can do about it.

Piper takes the mic.

‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper: An’ last bu’ not least it’s the Coven. I believe you guys are mistaken, Halloweens next week. So don’t be playin’ ya’ lil dress up games inside the chamber cos otherwise we’ll rip ya’ apart like the brutes you are. I don’t mind tellin’ ya Halloween is cancelled fae ya’ cos you’ll be recoverin’ some serious injuries.

They are interrupted by...​

 

[Andrew]

Christian interrupts and speaks.

Christian;

As far as I'm concerned I don't care about your little freak show you've got going on. This thing that's playing in your mind, it's a trance Kevin. I was a former champion but it wasn't until John Cena screwed my very chance in that Fatal-Four-Way, I was so close to securing the victory, much like when I almost had Brock Lesnar covered in the ring. You attacked me from behind and screwed my opportunities! Now we're enclosed in a steel structure, nothing can take it away from me here, I know that I have everything in my path from here on. It's just us two trapped in the chamber, there's no escaping at all. Weapons filled to an extent where you enjoy your 'Gothic Fantasy' style. Your imagination of seeing me lifeless and bleeding to the point where I'm completely asphyxiated, but perhaps... Just perhaps, I am like Jesus. I could be the one hanging in the ring, lifeless but I will come back to life and defeat you once and for all. This darkness you continue to speak of, you repeat yourself over and over and over and I'M DAMN SICK OF IT! I am sick and tired of hearing you repeat yourself Kevin. It's annoying! That's all you have to talk about, how the darkness will hover over me and suck my soul in... You know... There's someone who's similar to you... Undertaker. You talk about taking souls and leaving your opponents in a lifeless blood-pool, but you see Kevin, that's not going to happen. It isn't happening at all, as much as you want to believe I'm not smart enough, I will show you how smart I am in the ring and why I am the best wrestler on the CWF Roster.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, most of the crowd are behind Christian here.

Do you really have to remind me that you defeated me because you didn't, you attacked me from behind like a COWARD. Right now it should be me holding that CWF Championship, not you. Everyone knows that! Everyone knows that I would hold the Championship with a hell lot more prestige then you'd ever will. The reason why you attacked me from behind is because you know if you attacked me from the front that you'd be suffering the consequences of a Spear. Regardless, your Original Sin won't be enough in the Chamber, you'll need to a hell lot more because I'm going to the the Jesus of Professional Wrestling. I will die, but then I will come back to life and I will no longer die. I'm immortal Kevin, you can speak all this darkness bullcrap to me but I, Christian as a part of Mattitude, I will not die! If you think Mattitude is a bunch of nobodies then you'd be surprised, we're a hell lot popular then you. Everyone knows who we are, nobody knows who YOU ARE! A vampire who somehow managed to get a Championship belt... You know, you probably watch too much Twilight and that's quite sickening you know Kevin. Nobody cares about you Kevin, nobody cares of your actions or how you portray yourself and this Dark Prince crap you want to try deliver. It's not working, you've only held the Championship for such a short time and this is your very first defense and you believe I'm not good enough to be a contender? Is that what you think Kevin? I am the 'Instant Classic', I've been Champion before and I know what it takes to become Champion again. Come Sunday, you will pay the consequences of your very mistakes. The light will finally rapture over the darkness, everyone will be saved from here on... You are killing the company, the darkness, the blood you want to visualize with your eyes... They're not happening.

Christian gets even more pissed off and the crowd is behind Christian here.

Even though I do not care about these inbred morons, they're not stupid enough to know that your bullcrap around here isn't wanted. You're not interested in respect where as I am, people should be respecting me for how hard I work in this company. I make sure every match I am in that I put in 110%, your only intentions are to kill this company where as I, Christian is here to 'save' the company. I am the light, the Jesus of Professional Wrestling, a dark cloud has hovered over us all and that cloud is you. To erase that very cloud, I must defeat you and bring the lightness back to the company and that's exactly what I'm planning to do Kevin. You may hold the cards for now, but soon those cards you hold... will soon start to crumble like a tower falling down. These people do not care for you, the quicker this darkness leaves us, the better... and I will sulvate and deliver the light in which will blind you for eternity. May I bleed at Elimination Chamber but it is you Kevin that will be left in a bloody pool suffering, because I will beat you to a bloody pulp and I will do everything in my hands to ensure you do not get up. I will try and try as many times and I know that you Kevin cannot defeat me one on one. Your little tramp Ariel cannot enter the chamber, she's trapped... How will she help you? Nobody is going to help you Kevin, for all I know... Ariel best be careful because I have a few things up my sleeves and I know you're out-numbered either way. The dark, black Emperor will no longer rule CWF, instead... it will be Mattitude ruling over CWF and you will bow down and listen to our demands. These inbred morons will not suffer, as much as I hate these people, I will not let them suffer under you, but myself. Come Sunday, I will be crowned the 'Jesus of Professional Wrestling, I will deliver that 'Light' and walk away your CWF Champion!
​

 

[Lub]

Sheamus gives others in the ring just a sarcastic smile and continues to speak …

Ye know guys, Oi have a one hell of an advantage. 'Cause some of ye may have a brain and some of ye may have muscles and when you combine these two things it will give ya a pe'fect fighte' called Sheamus. Oi can't say, that this match is gonna be easy, Oi am su'e it won't be, but still Oi feel that Oi am somehow bette' than every single one of ya. Oi know, that ye guys have been watchin' me in tha ring and ye wer'e studyin' me tactics, but that's not what it takes ta beat Tha Celtic Warrio'. Fi'st of all ya have ta have big muscles, ye have ta fight cleve' and ya have ta have such a big lucky day. Oi know tha fact, that Oi am possibly one of tha youngest guys in this match, but still OI have much mo' experiences, than ye guys. Oi am forme' Ha'dco' champion, so Oi know what it takes ta win a titel. But aye, yer tha toughest opponents he'e in CWF, but yer still no match to me and now ye may think, that these a' just wo'ds, but Oi can transfe' these words into action. Simply, what Oi say, that Oi am gonna do, Oi will do it. But every single one of ya have somethin', that othe's don't. Fo' example ye Batista, yer very agressive and brutal, Oi have neve' seen somebody destroyin' someone so easily and so brutally like ye, but if ye know somet'in' 'bout me, ye know that Oi can be agressive and brutal too, Oi have already ended caree's of many supe'sta's. But unlike ye guys, Oi don't have a fea' in my eyes, because Oi know, that Oi am gonna win this match and it doesn't matte', how many of ye will try ta beat me down, ta stop me on me way ta that titel, Oi will win it. Like it o' not, era of King Sheamus has begun …

The crowd is cheering for Sheamus loudly and Sheamus smiles, then looks at Chris Jericho and continues …

Chris, remebe' our epic match? One of tha greatest matches Oi've had, ye beat me that time, but this time it will be different. This time Oi am gonna beat ye and these othe' guys too, ta finally become World Heavyweight Champion. Chris, whereve' we a', Stockholm, Prague, London and in whateve' structure we a' gonna be locked in, it doesn't changed tha fact, that Oi am bette' than you. Oi'm gonna smash ye all ove' that structure, and then ye'll see, how Oi am holding that titel, why yer lying down on a mat with yer bloody face. Oi have neve' won Elimination Chambe' match, that true fella, but this is not 'bout it. Ye have neve' met so pissed off Irishman, like me and yer pissin' me off mo' and mo' Jericho. If I were ye, I would shut me mouth and step back, befo' ye ger hurt. These people know, that ye have a big mouth, but ye a' not the one, who put wo'ds into action. Oi put wo'ds into action, 'cause when Oi say that Oi'll do somethin', Oi'll do it. When Oi say that Oi am gonna hurt ye, Oi am gonna hurt ye. Yer talkin' 'bout me intelligence, but if Oi remembe', it was Brock Lesna' who beat ye fer yer Intercontinental championship and Oi think, when ye také a look at 'im, there's no doubt 'bout his intelligence. Ye bette' shut up Chris and listen. Yer a pathetic loose', who live in some kind of a fairy tale. Why fairy tale? Because ye think yer gonna become new CWF Heavyweight Champion. But this is real world Jericho, miracles a' not happenin he'e …

Sheamus makes a pause and looks at Matt Hardy …

Oi would have neve' stepped in a same room like ye je'k. But if Oi have ta do that fer winnin' me gold, Oi am ready ta sha' one ring with ye. By tha way, Oi know much mo' 'bout ye know, yer stupid dreame', jus' like Chris Jericho is. Oi don't know who told ye, that ye have tha right ta stand he'e with Tha Celtic Warrio' and look me in tha eyes. And Oi don't really know who told ye, that yer gonna win this match. Yer just a big difficulty fer this company, because nobody like ta sign contract with people like ya. This company was expectin' much mo' frem ye, but yer one big disappointment. Whose arse ye had ta kiss ta get a place in this match huh? Well, it doesn't matte', because afte' this match, it's gonna be ye kissin' arse of new Heavyweight Champion … ME! Oi'm gonna crush ye and put ye into a tin of sardines. Yer not a thread ta me mamma's boy, which means yer not standin' in me way. Oi'll go ove' ye like a big monste' truck. He'e's tha advantage of being big monste' … nobody can stop ye frem what ye're gonna do. But jus' because Oi said, that yer not a thread ta me Ha'dy, Oi don't mean it like, the'e's nobody Oi have a problem with. The'e's one guy, Oi would like ta hu't very much and that's current champion Finlay …

Sheamus looks at Finlay with angrily face …

„My name is Finlay and Oi love ta fight“ … Oi mean how can ya love ta fight, when ye have somebody like me, who is gonna kick yer ass at Pay-Pe'-View and také yer titel away. Ye may have beat me twice, once in ou' single match and once in a tag team match, but this time it's gonna be different. This time it is gonna be me walkin' out of that chambe' with titel on me shoulde'. Ye won some Zack-a-thon, whe'e ye faced Edge and Oi tried ta help that loose', but ye we'e good enough ta beat him. Oi think yer gonna be tha toughest opponent he'e, but still yer not tough enough ta beat the true Irishman like me. This is gonna be biggest match of the yea', roight because of tha fact, that Oi am in it. Oi always bring „Awesome“ to connection „Awesome match“, Oi am always playin' big game he'e and it doesn't matte' who my opponent is, if it's ye Finlay, or if it's Edge's grandmothe', Oi am always tryin' ta do me best in this ring. And when Oi do me best Oi usually win. Finlay yer a piece of crap, who jus' was lucky enough ta get whe'e ye a'. But yer lucky days a' ove', why? 'Cause Sheamus said so. And Sheamus will be tha one, who's gonna end yer reign and who's gonna establish law and orde' in this company. And by law and orde' Oi mean give people what they dese've and Oi am gonna sta't with me. Oi am gonna win meself that titel, because Oi rightfully dese've it. Finlay, yer time as a champion is up, now it's me time ta shine fella …

Sheamus smiles and then looks at Edge and he has that serious look on his face again …

Yer late always Edge, but nobody cares 'bout ye, so nobody even realised that yer not he'e. Oi think we're not gonna seen in ye in tha match too, because Oi am su'e yer gonna be tha firstl eliminated. Oi have a stupid red hai'? Oi don't who look like some chick frem esco't se'vice. But still, Oi know, and Oi think ye know that too, that this business is not 'bout yer look. It's about yer skills, strength and so on. Oi am tha pe'fect example of what a champion should have. And Oi am provin' it by me dominance in tha ring and this match won't be different. Oi will be dominant and Oi am gonna crush every sinle one of ye. Ye lost twice in this company and both to Finlay? Well Oi've got some news fer ye fella, Finlay is he'e and he is ready ta kick yer ass again, but Oi am he'e too, so afte' he's gonna kick yer arse, Oi am gonna kick his. Oi don't want ye one on one Edge, because the'e's no reason fer that. There's no reason fer me to waste me time on a pathetic loose' like ye. Oi can't wait fer ye to run against me and ye'll try ta hit spea', but simply, Oi am gonna Brogue Kick ye in yer head. Oi am su'e it'S gonna be ebough ta také ye out. Nobody thought ye're gonna make it back afte' serious injury? Well, Oi'm gonna tell e this Edge, Oi'm gonna cause ye anothe' injury, but this time, ye won't be able ta eve' come back …

Sheamus then turns around and looks at last of his opponents, Batista …

Oi am gonna be honest with ye Batista. We a' not that different, we a' both big powerhouses, but here's tha fact, Oi usually win my matches. Look at me fella. Oi am tha first Irishbo'n Primetime o' Ha'dco' champion. Who a' ye? What have ye done he'e in this company? Nothin'. As Oi said befo', Oi am Laoch. Laoch means Hero. In a good tales Heroes always wins ove' villains. It will be the same case tonoight. Afte' that chambe' match, Oi'll be tha last one man standin' in the ring and Oi'll be given that championship. When Oi came he'e, Oi lived in a shadows of bigge' names, like Finlay and Chris Jericho. But now it is me name, that puts the shadow on yer names. On a name of every single on of ye. Oi am carryin' this company to the top, Oi am tha reason, why this company is where it is. Oi am sta' a face of this institucy and that's why Oi dese've ta be rewa'ded. And Oi want to be rewa'ded with that championship. And when Oi want somethin', Oi get it. Maybe Batista, somewhe' inside ye live a good guy. Well … lived, because Oi am su' ye killed him with steroids. Ye may have big muscles and big tattoos all ove' yer buddy, but tha thing is, that ye have a fea' in yer eyes. Yer scared of me, yer sca'ed of what Oi'm gonna do to ye and if ye wanna know, if it's gonna be necessary, Oi'll kill ye. Oi am gonna do whateve', just ta get my hands on that shiny gold.

Sheamus looks on every single one of his opponents …​

 

[BronzyCoder]

Jericho stares across at Sheamus as he stares at him. Jericho suddenly breaks into laughter and uses the ring ropes to hold him to his feet as the Celtic Warrior doesn't look amused. Jericho finally finishes laughing after a while to respond.

Jericho:Please tell me...no, PLEASE. Tell me, that you are kidding. Please tell me Sheamus, that you did not just say that. Did you, in all your audacity, lack of complexion, obviously dyed hair, and lack of talent really just proclaim that you are better than me? Better than Chris Jericho? I don't think you realise exactly who you're talking to. You're right. You're right, we had a great match, but any match can be good. A match with Chris Jericho is automatically great. Every time I get into that ring, I put on a classic, I could've beaten you in about two minutes if I really tried, but I figured it was more amusing to give you a false sense of security, and to let you think you had a chance, as well as get more airtime and exposure, before I put you in the Walls Of Jericho through a ladder and easily retrieved my Intercontinental Championship. Just consider that for a second Sheamus. Pipes, Brogue Kicks, High Crosses, you used all of them BEFORE Extreme Rules, and you used them at Extreme Rules also. Now, if you can use all those implements, all those signature and powerful manouvers, and I STILL just let you continue the match for my own amusement, tell me. When I decide that you're nothing more than an obstacle when I walk into the Elimination Chamber, when I decide that now, we get serious, and I have all this chain link fence surrounding me, how long do you think it's going to be before all that white, pure skin, becomes drenched in red, and I don't mean from your hair, I mean from what's inside it. What possible incompotence could cause you to come to the conclusion that I could beat you for the Intercontinental Championship, in a far less dangerous match, but now, for the World Heavyweight Championship, a title which frankly, you shouldn't be competing for, in the ELIMINATION CHAMBER, a structure that I've been in 5 times, may I add, and I've won a chamber match, you think through some ill-informed backwards logic that you're going to defeat me. And you think I'm the one living in a fairytale, Sheamus? You seem to fit it perfectly. You and Matt Hardy ought to get along very well in the chamber, you're both equally delusional about taking part in this match, and you both look equally ridiculous. The only miracle that's occuring in that chamber is if you manage to walk out of it.

Jericho continues to stare angrily at the Irish Curse, who stares back, not intimidated by the much smaller but equally dangerous Chris Jericho. The Artist Formerly known as Y2J's eyes suddenly turn in his head, observing Matt Hardy Version 1, standing there adamant about him deserving this shot after so long in the shadows. Chris Jericho steps towards him and begins to verbally dress him down also.

Jericho:Hardy, do you understand what I'm saying to you, right now? Unlike everyone else in this ring, I have the maturity not to bring up your past personal issues because that's not the discussion, but you have to be high on life, to say what you just said. I pander to these hypocrites? I NEVER have. The man you saw that cracked jokes and danced around in this ring for them, he is dead. He is dead and buried, he is six feet under this canvas, in 2008, when Shawn Michael's head went through the Jeritron 9000, Y2J dropped to the floor at my feet, I was his reaper. And if you keep this up, I'm going to become yours. I do the Lionsault because it's an effective move, you nimrod. Many men have fallen to it over the years, and many more will. You can be angry at the world all you want Matt Hardy, the fact of the matter is, the world is angry right back at you, and I'm the representative of that fury. Time and time again you made promises to your "MF'ers", and time and time again you came up short. You're the one thing I can't stand, Hardy, and that's a liar. You're a worm, a snake in the grass that won't go away. You lick my boots, and I'll get someone to wash them. I haven't been handed anything in this business, I've worked for it and I know what I have to do when I step into that chamber. Your little temper tantrum doesn't threaten me, Hardy, and it never will. You think you're some kind of underappreciated revolutionary, right?

Jericho begins pacing the ring, staring right into Matt Hardy's eyes.

Jericho:I suggest you drop the delusions of grandeur right now. I won't make a big showing of it and attempt to overthrow management, making a scene of myself like you or Stone Cold Steve Austin, the man you took out. You two have more in common than you think, being two of the biggest snakes in the industry. Vince McMahon, I never got along with. Stephanie McMahon, I definetely never got along with. Bret Hart, Tazz, Zack Ryder, it doesn't matter who the general manager's been, they've never been intelligent enough to realise exactly who they were talking to. I've been humiliated, fired, and so many other things. Management and authority in general see my ability, and especially my intelligence, as a threat, and they try to put me down. Hardy, I'll give you credit though. I'll give you credit, you got here. You finally got here, you made it to the big time, but this is where the road stops, I am the police blockade preventing your path from continuing, and if you try and move past me, I will open fire. I am the one man that holds your hopes and your dreams in my hand, and I'm more than willing to crush them in my grip if I so decide. You think I'm some machine-crafted superstar all you like, I'm THE self-made man. From the Hart Dungeon to ECW to WCW to the WWF, to the WWE, and finally here in CWF, I have worked to get where I am today. I am not a huge man with muscles, because I don't need to be. I don't need to hide behind power because I have no other asset. Unlike the rest of you parasitical incompotents, if someone has muscle, I won't go around proclaiming that they took anabolics because I'm scared that they're bigger than me. I'm better than that. I'm better than you. And you. And you. And you. And especially you, Hardy. You can act like you're victimized, you can act like you're bullied, and you can cry about how you've never had a shot all your life. You can proclaim to the world that I picked you out in this instance, and let me tell that you're damn right I did. When idiots open their mouth, I'M the man that has to close it again, I'm the man that has to be a sweeping, cleaning, influence over this entire roster. What am I looking at here? I'm looking at Matt Hardy. Am I looking at Version 1? No. Version 2? No. Version 3? Not even that, what I'm looking at is one big screw-up that should've given up a long time ago, and once I'm done with you in the chamber, you won't have a choice when it comes to retirement. I'm The Best In the World at What I do, and when I walk into the chamber, that's going to be crippling Matt Hardy.

Jericho tosses down the microphone after his incessant tirade, and stands there as it makes a large echoing noise around the arena. He stands there infuriated, daring one of the competitors to speak.​

 

[awesome miz]

Arena turns into silence, as suddenly Justin Roberts gets off his chair and introduce Alberto del Rio's personal ring announcer, that just stepped into the ring...

Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Alberto del Rio's personal ring announcer... Ricardo Rodriguez!

Ricardo step to the middle of the ring and around the arena is heard Alberto del Rio's theme and arena turn into huge boo..

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Theme of Alberto del Rio hit the PA system and fans get of their seats to see, in which car their hero gonna arrive tonight and suddenly from backstage is heard some horns, that shows to world, that finally some class is arriving...

Alberto arrives in his Rolls Royce and he gets off his car and look at the crowd and smile on them and then slowly take a walk to the ramp and Ricardo in the meantime introduce him...

Ricardo Rodriguez: Señoras y señores,
Ponte de pie!
Y me ayude a introducir ese gran hombre!
Él es un hombre de gran inteligencia
Y nunca deja una gran oportunidad de ir a los residuos
A diferencia de que los campesinos
Él es la esencia de la excelencia
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!

Just as Ricardo finished introduction of Alberto, Alberto step on the entrance ramp and points on his face and wisely smiles in his hand made tailor suit and pyro behind him begin to fall down...

Alberto slowly begin to walk down to the ramp and fans still boo at him, but he ignores them and step on the steel steps and get on the apron and says to Ricardo to hold rope for him and then Alberto get into the ring...

Alberto tells Ricardo to give him his microphone and Ricardo did so. Alberto step into middle of the ring and his music still playing, but he begin to talk...

Alberto Del Rio: At first... Nice to see you again Rey. How are you doing my little friend? Before I will start with destroying you on this microphone I have to ask you one thing. Are you really ready for this? Let me remind you, what happened last time when we met. I broke your arm. Twice. And you are still standing here face to face with guy, that nearly ended your career. You know what I'm thinking? You are either on drugs, or you are just too egoistic to face the fact, that you can't compare with man like me. Is your ego bigger than you? Maybe yes. But what I really can't understand to, is why you asked for this match. That's one huge question for me. But it's not only question I'm asking myself for few last week, this is just another huge mystery in management of CWF. Why someone, that absolutely doesn’t deserve the match with someone like me get it, when he asks for it. Does this mean, that I can now leave you here and ask Mr. Jim Cornette for a match for CWF championship and I gonna get it? It's bigger chance that you gonna beat me, than this to happen... But let's get to you, you little chihuahua... You wanna teach me about Mexican culture? Really? You are throwing here arguments, that you are bigger Mexican than me. Well Rey, only cause of you put on this little cute mask, that you are Mexican and Luchador? I don't really think so, because if it would be true, let's look at that little kid in a first row with your mask. You was hero for him and now you are acting like a bad one, but back to him, does the thing that he has a mask on his head means that he is Mexican and that he's a Luchador cause he can jump like a little idiota? I'm on doubts Rey... You want to know reason why I don't wear that mask? It's because I'm not shamed of my face. I don't have problem with showing it to the world. But maybe, if I would be you, I would be as well afraid that people gonna laugh at my ugly face. But no offense Rey, I know not everyone can be as handsome as me. But Rey, you should not be shamed of you. You can show us your face. Actually, you already did so. And not only that you are shamed of your face, but you are a liar as well. You said that you unmasked yourself only once, but what's that Rey?

On titantron appears few pictures...

Ricardo step up and rip microphone of Del Rio

Ricardo Rodriguez: hahahahahahahahahahaha ¿qué diablos es eso? ¿Eres tan feo que poco Chihuahua? Sí, definitivamente lo son! Que son aún más feo que su compañero de equipo allá arriba!

Before Ricardo can say something more, Alberto get his microphone back and begin to talk himself...

Alberto Del Rio: Shut up you idiota... Now Rey, you see, that was just another proof that you are on drugs, or that you are just as stupid as you look. Either way, I have to give you props, cause you was right about America... I love America. I just hate all these fat, lazy Americans that turns on their TVs and watches rude guys like Jim Cornette or Bret Hart, that are absolutely spitting on everything that was good on this business. I don't clearly understand reasons why you are now acting like a bad one and to be honest, I don't care about them, but tell me Rey, do you really think same things that you are saying here or did someone helped you and told you what you shall say here... Oh don't answer me, answer yourself. But answer me this, do you know anything about me and my family? Did you sat on the Google and tried to found something about me? I did that about you and you wanna know what I found? I found out that you have or maybe had a millions and millions of fans. And you know what I found out about them? That no one of them is more than ten years old. I think that's an interesting fact and it just proof, that you are on the same intelligent class as them. But back to me and my family. Tell me Rey, how did you found out, that that guy that was saying bad things about me is my uncle? Who told you to bring him here? Wasn't it Mr. McMahon himself huh? Nah, I said nothing my little friend. But Rey, you should know something. Before you bring someone here, let me bring someone here as well... Brodus...

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Brodus Clay came out from back and loudly chant something and slowly walk down and then he stop and the ramp and wave with his arm and show to someone to come out as on stage appears...

Rey Mysterio is shocked and he wanna say something but Alberto is quicker...

Alberto Del Rio: Wait Rey! Thanks brodus, now you can make sure that Rey will not gonna do anything stupid. As for you Rey, I think we should introduce that little kid up there. So for those of you who don't know, that's Rey Mysterio's son Dominic himself. Rey, you want to tell something about him ?

Rey Mysterio: vas a pagar por este Alberto! Que se vaya!

Alberto Del Rio: Rey, Rey, Rey... Nobody's holding him, instead of his own mom and your beautiful wife. By the way, if you gonna find some underwear in your house in San Diego, please give me it back alright?.. Nah, just kidding Rey. Rey, as you see, I'm now guy in charge here. If you gonna make some bad move, Brodus there gonna make your little son pain, that he never felt before. And trust me, Brodus doesn't know when to end. Rey, as guy in charge now, we gonna change few things on our match, what you think huh? Since you are so brave, that you are trying to bring out some part of my family, that is just jealous, because I am more famous than he ever was and thing, that he gonna be introduced into hall of fame is cause I bought it to him. It was supposed to me kinda like my present for him... But Rey, let's now talk little bit seriously... You wanna your son back? Well you have to accept few of my just a little changes in rules of our match. First, it will gonna be match, that you little Spider men are best at. It gonna be Tables, Ladders and Chairs match. And if you gonna lose Rey, you gonna have to give up from something. You gonna have to throw your mask away forever. But I know it would not fair, if you gonna have to put something on the line and I will be fighting just for fun, therefor I'm putting on the line this... David...

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On the stage appears David Otunga and he stays there and begin to talk...

David Otunga: As the official lawyer of Alberto Del Rio, I just want to inform Mr. Rey Mysterio, that Mr. Alberto Del Rio is putting on the line, in the upcoming match between Mr. Mysterio and Mr. Rio at 23rd October 2011, his contract with Championship Wrestling Federation and if Mr. Rio gonna lose, Mr. Rio will put off all of his law actions against Championship Wrestling Federation. But if Mr. Mysterio gonna lose, Mr. Mysterio gonna have to put his mask down forever and as well, Mr. Mysterio will never be able to cover his face with anything else. Thank you for your time, Mr. Rio...

David Otunga leaves to backstage and Alberto take a microphone again...

Alberto Del Rio: Thank you very much David. Now Rey, I know you already accepted these little changes, cause of course you want to see Dominic again right? Nice... Now Rey, Brodus will take Dominic back to my Hotel room, where he will stay till you'll face me... Rey, as you heard my newest lawyer, David Otunga, probably most clever guy around here, you gonna have to put your mask out of your little ugly face forever. And then, you can go back to the San Diego and act like a Mexican and make a phone call to my idiotic uncle and tell him, how bad I am and you can cry to your little wife, but Rey, you will still have to live with fact, that you don't have to be like others. You will finally realize, that fact that you put over your head that mask and call yourself a Luchador will not make you original. I ripped my mask to a thousands parts long, long time ago and I you see, I became original. There's no one so rich, so powerful and so handsome as me... But you.. You of course already know that...
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OOC: Please, I got lot of shits to do, so can we leave it here?

 

[Doink]

[video=youtube;12IXqSMUECA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12IXqSMUECA[/video]

William Regal’s theme song plays over the PA system much to the crowds dislike. Regal comes out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He walks down the entrance ramp and once at the ring, he climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. He picks up a mic that was laid out for him and smirks.

William Regal: Shut up you blithering idiots. All of you need to learn some manners. This is William Regal here in this ring, the greatest competitor and only real wrestler in this company. Now, I know I have been away for a few weeks but I’m back and I haven’t got them lackeys slowing me down. Now, I’m better than I have ever been before and I have my sights set on the CWF Championship. Now, I’ve seen the disaster that has become of this promotion, people running their mouths constantly without the guts to back it up. I am here to change that, I will lock in the Regal Stretch on these bunch of useless morons and once they tap out, they will not only be giving up on their match, they will be giving up on their career. Now, one person comes to mind when I speak of this and that person’s name is CM Punk.

The crowd cut Regal off.

William Regal: Of course, I completely destroyed him last week and that is exactly what is in store for him at Elimination Chamber. Once the chamber is locked, Punk will feel the worst pain he has ever felt in his entire life and although I may not be everyone’s cup of tea, nobody can doubt that I will cause that bloody idiot to suffer a lot of pain at the Pay Per View. The so called Voice Of The Voiceless. Let’s see him use his voice to scream out in agony and to be quite frank, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even show up due to the fear he possesses. Now, you crowd boo me all your life but when have you ever come anywhere in a World Cup? That’s right, you haven’t whereas England have been champions of the world before and of course, I will repeat that success here in CWF whether you scumbags like it or not.

The crowd give Regal a lot of heat

William Regal: Shut the bloody hell up will you. How dare you have the audacity to boo me. You are worthless compared to my greatness and once I rule this company at the top of the pile, you will have no choice but to respect me. I...

Regal is cut off by...
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[Andrew]

OOC: Eh, whatever... Yeah we'll leave it here.