CWF 2011: Trashtalking - Retribution #1 (Merging Issue)

[Slim]

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The power duo make their way down to the ring that is currently occupied by Sheamus and Jack Swagger. The two of them don’t care as they step into the ring and take center stage.



Heyman: As I gazed upon the crystal ball Swagger… it was indeed bright looking. Very bright. Your future is bright because what you see before you are knocked out is a very bright flash. After which everything goes to darkness which is what you left out. You are in this match as nothing more than filler. If you believe that you really have what it takes to win this match when my client, Brock Lesnar, is in this then you are sadly mistaken. Understand that Brock did not have to lift a single finger on raw to win his match. Instead his opponent was too scared to even enter the arena. We came here to strike fear into the hearts of each and every single person here and it started with Alberto del Rio. The tag match before that… that was nothing more than a match where Brock wanted to show what it would be like to at least experience what it would be like in a match with him. A loss there was to go ahead and get rid of any sort of “undefeated†wrestler shit that people tend to put too much importance on. So by getting that out of the way it clears everything up and it makes the picture crystal clear that there is only a path of destruction unlike anything ever seen in CWF that will be the pursuit of my client.

You are nothing more than a pawn placed against the King. You elected to not waste your breath because nobody else was deemed relevant? No wait… in your simpler terms you called everyone else meaningless. Your fallacious words will be the shit that you will be eating after Retribution. Because Jack Swagger… of all of your little accomplishments, all of your skills that you possess… and we will admit you are a talented young lad. The problem is you are looking at a monster that is stronger than you, faster than you, better wrestling skills than you, and will outsubmit you if need be. Anything and everything that you can do… Brock can do better. You were outmatched before anything ever got started. And now look at you sweating bullets. You’re sweating because you know that everything that I just said is true. So yeah you speaking would be a waste of breath because no matter what you say, no matter what you do… you will not be a factor in this match. You will not be anything more than another victim, another sacrifice being fed to Brock Lesnar.

And the same can be said of the white ginger over there. Sheamus… work on your accent. Either that or hire a translator because we get tired of having to fill in the empty spots of whatever it is you start mumbling about. Whether it be your man-crush for CM Punk or your quest for the world title because this title is beneath you. The only reason you would say anything along those lines is because you know that you do not stand a chance winning the belt. You are not ready, you are not worthy of such gold. Because you see and you know what Brock Lesnar is capable of. And it is because of that… you want out of this match and you want something easier. You want anybody else… you would rather take on someone else… anybody else if it means that you do not have to look across the ring and see that you have to face off against a man that is more sadistic than Ted Bundy. And I see that confused look on your face… look him up.



Heyman: The fact of the matter is this. You two aren’t going to be anything when it comes to the end of this match. You will be nothing more than fodder. Just examples being made of… to show the rest of the world what Brock Lesnar is truly capable of. This match is nothing more than to showcase to the rest of the world what Brock Lesnar is capable of. Del Rio ran with his tail tucked between his legs so he wouldn’t have to face the abuse that would come across him. You two plus the other five… will not have that option. We are deadlocked in this match. They may try to avoid Brock… but sooner or later Brock will get his hands on each and every single one of you. CM Punk… you ran your mouth for so long… Brock has been waiting for his opportunity to break that jaw and make sure that you never utter another word again. So CM Punk… just know… he is gunning for you. If you are out there before Brock… when you hear his music you better run. Run fast otherwise you will not be surviving for another match. This WILL be your final match CM Punk. If Brock is in the ring before you… fake a stomach ache… do anything that you can to ensure that you will not have to face off in any capacity against Brock. Only if you value your life. If you do not… then by all means Brock will welcome you. He will welcome you and then he will destroy you.

Jericho, Miz, Morrison, Thorn… the four of you are just people being placed in the way of a monster that will feel no guilt for what sort of trauma that is caused to you and your bodies. You will be broken, you will be left battered and bruised. You will wish death will come upon you and come quickly to avoid the amounting pain that you will be forced to endure come the pay per view. This is your warning. This is the warning for each and every single one of you. Avoid the match. Do what del Rio did and be a pussy. Be a pussy and avoid the match. Do not show up and from that you will escape any and all punishment and pain that is guaranteed to come upon you by the hands of this beast of a man. This man is not human. He is unreal. He is dangerous… and he will maim you. He will maim you and he will only take pleasure in it. This man should be locked up for how sadistic he is… but instead CWF felt it necessary and deemed it a good idea to sign him. And because of their mistake… there will be seven casualties inside of the ring. There will be one left standing… and his name is Brock Lesnar.

You have been warned.

The two refuse to leave the middle of the ring.​

 

[rawisrey]

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*Muhammed Hassan appears on the stage as the crowd boos heavily towards entrance way, Khali and Davari come out behind Hassan who is looking up towards the crowd slowly turning his head from one side of the arena to the other. He spits down on the floor and begins to walk down the ramp, Davari following as Khali marches down. Hassan walks around to the ring steps and stands near the bottom step as Khali stops near the ring apron looking over at him, Muhammed raises up his hands up towards the heavens before walking up the steel steps. Once he does Khali reaches up grabbing the ropes and pulling himself up to the ring apron easily stepping over the top rope. Hassan steps in and walks over to the middle of the ring as Davari comes in through the other way bringing Hassan a microphone*

Muhammed Hassan:

After annihilating Incorporated before they even debuted, Taz did something no other wrestling company has wanted to do for years. And that is sign me, because in the WWE I spoke the truth. I talked about being discriminated against, and people denied it they said I was overeacting, well when I was about to become World Champion I was fired. I was fired because the news media pegged me as a quote unquote Terrorist, I was born in this country and yet I was treated like a second class citizen. Well now that I am here in CWF, I am going to make sure to do what I was destined to do years ago, I am going to become the first person of Arab decent to hold a CWF Championship. And that will happen at Retribution when The Great Khali and I become CWF Tag Team Champions, The Great Khali showed his dominance single handedly taking out two superstars.

*Hassan puts his hand up putting it on Khalis shoulder as Khali simply stands like a statue with an angry look on his face*

This man has been judged because of his size, you people you don’t like him because he doesn’t wrestle he dominates. Well he will show all of you what a man of his stature can do, with my guidance and knowledge The Great Khali will be the Greater Khali. And I...The Great Hassan shall show once and for all that you bigots will learn to respect me. Because Davari and Myself we are Arab-AMERICAN, but because of the first part you people simply stop listening, you look down at me and you look down at Khosrow. IT has been Ten years since that day and yet the hate and racist remarks have still yet to end, So instead of waiting for you people to open your eyes I shall open them for you. I shall Beat the Respect out of every tag team in the Tag Team Rumble, and once Khali and I hold the CWF Tag Team Championship everyone will know that we are not second class citizens, that we are not going to take being treated with disrespect, and we will show that we are Better than every other tag team in CWF.

*Hassan hands the microphone to Davari and stands tall next to Khali*

Davari:

يجب عليك احترام لنا، وسوف يحترموننا، ونحن سوف تغلب على الاحترام الى لك. ونحن على حسن ، وهذان سيصبح أبطال العالم العلامه فريق. الآن يمدح خليل العظمى والقوية، والحمد حسن محمد عظيم وموهوب. يجب عليك احترام بنا، يجب عليك أن الخوف لنا ، ويجب عليك أن عبادة حسن!​

 

[The Hoov]

.........IS COOKIN'?!

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The crowd ignites as the CWF World Heavyweight Champion The Rock emerges from the back. He stops on the stage and surveys the crowd here tonight.

The Rock starts walking down the ramp as only The Rock can with his brand new custom CWF World Heavyweight Title belt draped over his shoulder. He struts down the ramp and onto the apron and, after he scales the top rope, he throws his title over his head and looks out towards the crowd. Afterwards, he climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.

The Rock: The Rock hopes you people don't mind if he skips the pleasantries and gets down to business here tonight. You see, at Retribution, that's exactly what The Rock is going to get on you, Finlay. Retribution. Finlay, The Rock remembers everything you said about The Rock. The Rock remembers every shalleligh shot. The Rock remembers you triple teaming The Rock with Christian and The Big Show. The Rock remembers all of that and The Rock has been keeping everything inside. At Retribution, The Rock will unleash every single bit of this bent-up frustration and anger on your monkey ass and Finlay, may God have mercy on you when you get in the ring with The Rock.


The crowd goes wild as The Rock issues his threat to Finlay, Rock continues on his rant.


The Rock: Finlay, The Rock has heard you for weeks claim that you earned a shot at The Rock one-on-one. The Rock has listened to you bitch and moan and gripe and complain and quite frankly The Rock is sick of it. Right now, Finlay, The Rock is completely sick of all of this trash talk. The Rock is completely sick of all the sneak attacks. At Retribution, It's just going to be you and The Rock in the middle of this ring. No Christian. No Big Show. And if you truly want to prove to everyone that you can go one-on-one with The Great One, then you'll leave you're little lucky charm in your suitcase. And if you can, maybe one day they will be chanting your name as they do The Rock's.


The fans are still going crazy as a big “ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!” chant breaks out in the arena.

The Rock: Right now, The Rock knows exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna come down to the ring, play a little grab ass with your Little Bastard, walk in here and starts criticizing The Rock for using all of his catchphrases. Well, Finlay, these are not catchphrases. When The Rock says he is The Most Electrifying Man in All of Entertainment, it's because it's true. When The Rock says he is The Great One, it's because he's earned it. When The Rock says he is The People's Champ, it's because the People have said so. Finlay, The Rock sense a bit of jealousy and animosity towards The Rock and for what? Because The Rock has a few aliases? Because The Rock is in movies? Or is it because The Rock, at the drop of a dime, whoop your candy ass all over God's green Earth?!


As The Rock verbally runs down Finlay, the crowd is absolutely loving The Rock here tonight. Rock lifts his custom title belt up towards the ramp.


The Rock: So, Finlay, how about you get your Irish ass out here and face The Rock like a man? Oh, The Rock already knows the answer to that question. You won't because you are not a man, Finlay. You are not a man because what kind of man does the type of things you do? Finlay, you wal around here running your mouth off about The Rock and for a guy who claims “My name is Fin-luh! And Uh Luh to Figh'!” you really do a lot of talking. Well, Finlay, The Rock says this: The time for talk is over and right now, Retribution is right around the corner for you, Finlay.


The Rock lifts his microphone up and starts his catchphrase.

The Rock: IF YA SMELLLLLLLLL-LALALALALALALALALALALALALALOW! WHAT THE ROCK.......IS COOKIN'?!


The Rock raises the People's Eyebrow and starts to walk out of the ring. Suddenly.....​

 

[BronzyCoder]

BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!
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The crowd lets out a gallon of boos directed towards the tron as the theme song of the greatest wrestler in the world today begins to play. The man of the hour himself, Y2J, Chris Jericho, appears from the back as the boos intensify, one guy even throws a CM Punk shirt at Jericho which he throws back in anger but it misses the crowd and they let out a laugh. He yells at them to shut the hell up, something he hasn't said in a while, but that was usually towards his opponents, when he pandered to these people. The crowd realise this and boo even louder, but Jericho shakes his head and proceeds with his entrance.

Jericho does his trademark swagger down the aisle, remaining completely emotionless as he does so. The crowd continue to throw jeers at him, as some fan holds up a sign that says "Jericho= the real assclown." He looks at it, smirks, and moves on. He walks to the outside of the ring, and stares through the ropes at his opponents at Retribution with disgust. He walks up the steel steps, and when he reaches the top step, he stares across at Sheamus in particular.

The former Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah proceeds to get into the ring and circles around the ring, looking at each of his opponents up and down, before walking to the end of the ring and getting a microphone from the ring technician. He turns around and suddenly has the big cheesy smile on his face. He lifts the microphone up in a Rock-esque fashion and proceeds.

Jericho:WELCOME TO....

The crowd pops as they think his catchphrase is coming.

Jericho:RETRIBUTION!

Jericho:IS!

Jericho stops holding the microphone up, and puts it back normally as the rest of the crowd start screaming "Jericho!" but he chuckles to himself as they boo once again.

Jericho:Ahh, once again the people prove their incompotence. What do you think I am, The Rock? Zack Ryder? I won't pander to you, or your fleeting fancies, thinking I would go back to making stupid jokes, pretending I actually liked you, and that you weren't just a bunch of hypocrites and turncoats, who would turn in a matter of minutes, determining whatever I did? I have to thank The Miz for showing me why I should've stopped, but I am still superior to him, even if he would like to think so. He tried to get Maryse to help him, it still didn't work. Ironic that an american needs a Canadian on the 4th of July, to once again, do things for him. A Skull Crushing Finale off the top of the cage could not put me down, it took a chair, an illegal weapon, to defeat me. The Miz has simply proven what I have always said, that he is all talk. He can fight, and he is smart to ignore and taunt you troglodites, but I'll always be the best in the world at what I do. And that includes being the man that beat you, eh Sheamus?

Jericho turns to the Irish Curse as the crowd have been letting out defeaning boos since he finished his tirade on them and The Miz. Perhaps it was for showing how Canada is superior, for downplaying their intelligence, or lack of it thereof, or because he thinks a chair is illegal in a steel cage match.

Jericho:I have said what I am going to do, and I have done it, Sheamus. Not you, with your lack of intelligence, seeming to think that I still act as though these are my..."Jerichoholics." These people aren't worthy of having my name in any title, except for "Idiots Chris Jericho disapproves of." You want the heavyweight championship, and you want this to be a stepping stone? You act as though I am a stepping stone, Sheamus? I think you may have this confused also, if I remember, you were simply a stepping stone for me. You hit me with all you had, Brogue Kicks, backbreakers, ladders, axe handles. You even had the audacity to assault me before the pay per view even began, you are lucky I never pressed charges, just so I could humiliate you on live television. I embarrassed you and showed the world that your appearance is indeed fitting, for you are nothing more but a clown. Chuck Taylor of all people, an insignificant worm on the map of the world Chris Jericho is the best wrestler of, has proven more to me than you have. You couldn't even figure out how to escape from a ladder, I may as well have fought a kindergartner and he would have given me a better challenge. And what's more...you're going to insult haircuts? Carrot top would like it back, please. I may make jokes, but I will not do it to pander to these people, to amuse them, only to amuse myself and to prove a point about you.

Jericho finishes his quite lengthy tirade on Sheamus and sighs as he rubs his chin, looking around to the other two men in the ring, Jack Swagger and Brock Lesnar, two of the best pure athletes in the wrestling industry. He looks Jack Swagger up and down before starting on him. The crowd let out heat, almost as though physical embers are appearing, as Jericho seems to be the most hated man in this entire arena, despite the men surrounding him in the ring.

Jericho:It's time like this that I wonder what "Pure athlete" even means. Does it mean devoid of any outward substances? Third party training? From what I'm seeing here, it seems to mean being devoid of any talent. For, what I see before me isn't a talent-filled future prospect, I see yet another larger than average man, claiming he has all the tools and technical prowess to succeed. You were a two-time all american and have an excellent amateur background, but this is the big leagues. You don't win here by rolling around on another man in skintight suits, although I will roll you over for the Walls of Jericho. Now, you must face men who have twice the talent and technical and submission prowess you have, as well as being better looking. I am of course talking about myself, Chris Jericho. You already know my name, and rightfully so. You are right when you say you aren't a Chris Jericho, because there is only one man that was the first ever undisputed champion of this business, a 10 time Intercontinental Champion, a tag team champion, and a 6 time world champion. As for your tools, you most definetely have the ambition and the attitude, however, I would like to know when the look involved having next to no neck and massive gangly arms. Speaking of which...

Jericho straightens his tie as he looks Lesnar up and down, seeming interested in what this behemoth of a man is capable of, power should definetely be on that list. After dressing down Jack Swagger, Jericho feels quite good about himself, as he now looks at Paul Heyman, in disgust of course. He points at him inquisitvely.

Jericho:Who are you again?

Heyman looks quite pissed off as Jericho smirks toothily but starts talking. AGAIN.

Jericho:Oh thats, right...I forgot, You're PAUL HEYMAN! The man with the original idea of creating one of the best wrestling companies of our time, the only place you can, oh wait, I'm sorry, COULD, weekly, watch overweight men busted open and smashing each other over the heads with trash can lids for 2 hours, Extreme Championship Wrestling. Doesn't that sound fun?

Jericho motions to a little kid in the crowd to respond, and points the mic at him from the ring, but suddenly pulls it back.

Jericho:Quiet boy, I don't care about your opinion. In all seriousness, Heyman, what's with this get up you have? You're wearing a baseball cap, something Cena would do, which instantly makes me want to sock you one in the face, you're wearing those horrible shoes, and a T-shirt. One would think you're dressing casually, but then you wear this suit jacket. Perhaps visually you send out confusing mixed messages in order to disguise yourself from the other sense, smell, that is of pig fat coming off from you, although the sweat coming from your pet gorilla is also quite pungent. Please, stop embarassing yourself and let this man talk. You say Sheamus is hard to understand, which he is, but you don't even let Lesnar speak. Tell me Lesnar, do you like having another man talk for you? Are you socially inept? Uncomfortable? Are you a mute? Because to be frank, Lesnar, I know you have abilities which I will respect. You beat The Undertaker, who at the time wasn't quite the withering old man he is now, you won the King of the Ring, all with Heyman here riding your coattails, and obviously weighing them down significantally. In a way, you and Swagger are similar in the way that you both have amateur backgrounds, except I have yet to see you be beaten week in and week out by Rey Mysterio. But now, I am finished. Because from what I see before me, I have realised. This scramble isn't even worth my time. Go ahead timekeeper, sound the klaxon as much as you want, I won't come out once the five minutes are up, these men aren't worthy of the beating I'll give them. I'm done with all of this, I will return when sometime of note I want to take part in comes my way.

Jericho drops the microphone, and shocks everyone in the arena by simply strolling past everyone and getting out of the ring. He is genuinely leaving, as he looks back at the competitors for the scramble in bemusement.

He straightens his tie and cracks his neck back and forth as he walks to the back, everyone in the arena dead silent. His theme song plays and rings out across the arena.

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It plays for about 6 seconds before it's interrupted by someone else wanting his time.

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[ants]

MY NAME IS FINLAY…AND I LOVE TO FIGHT!!!!

Finlay’s music hits and he walks down the ramp, shilleleagh in hand, with Hornswoggle by his side to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He slowly makes his way into the ring, staring The Rock up and down, before moving over to the turnbuckle and climbs it just staring at the crowd.

They hop down, Finlay stops and looks around at the big crowd, and continues to take it all in before walking over and grabbing the mic

FINLAY: Not so fast big boy. I thought I may as well come here and give you exactly what you want. You want a verbal confrontation; you can well and truly get one from me. You know, before I even bother addressing you properly, I would like to tell you all a story. This is a story about me and my journey since I arrived here in CWF. Virtually out of retirement, I though to myself, hey, why not come out here and help a new promotion get its feet off the ground and try and get a few of the young guys over. Instead, I performed well, and felt that I had a new lease on life. Nobody here could touch me, not even the so called legends who had made the cross as well. Week after week I came out here and earned my spot, eventually winning my way to a number one contenders slot for the CWF Championship. It was something that I had never managed to do in any other promotion, and hell it was probably one of the greatest feelings of my career to this date. That was until, I turned up the next night, ready to challenge the Rock for the CWF Championship, only to find out that two whiny little bitches had also been handed a number one contenders slot, simply because they put there pride and morals behind them. I think that was the moment I changed. I saw that my way of doing business for my whole career was not getting me anywhere. Sure, I was still in the title match, but I had earned a one-on-one chance against the Rock, and because I cared too much about my own damn pride, I stood back and let it happen. That match came and went, and I decided to make a stand.

Mixed reaction from the crowd to begin with as Finlay appears sincere…

You know how the story goes from here don’t you Rocky? My life did a major turn and instead of being the happy-go-lucky Irish bloke who came out here with blow up shillelagh’s and clapped hands with the kids in the front row, and danced around doing Irish jigs in the ring, I started to do the opposite. I ignored the crowd, and came out here with my eye on the prize, and that is all. Not only that, but instead of being the man who was friendly with opponents, shaking hands, and having the utmost respect for others, I chose to attack people and ignore the respect that others had for me. And that is why I got my chance. It is the only reason I got my chance, after 35 years of doing it the way that everybody else wanted me to do it, and never succeeding. That is where you came in Rocky, and it was so much easier than I thought it would be. You see, you typify everything that I hated about people in this business. One time, maybe ten years ago, I would have been able to recognise you as a worthy competitor, a man that deserved to hold the gold. But now, after turning your back on the wrestling world, and the stupid idiots that continually cheer you, you come back and all is forgotten. You are the marketing tool, and nothing more, and that is why you have continually got chance after chance every time you come back. Every single time you have kicked someone else out of the limelight and taken what you wanted for as long as you wanted it, only to leave when you get a better offer! I see you for what you really are, and that is simply a man who has his eye on number one. You will turn your back on each and every one of these idiots when your next movie deal comes up, and this business will be who suffers for it. But I don’t care about that anymore. I am following in your footsteps Rock, and while they might not cheer me for it, one day they will realise that everything I’m saying right now is the truth.

Deafening boos from the crowd, as Finlay grins and continues, turning his attention back to the Rock.

Now you can say that all I’ve done for the past few weeks is bitch and moan and complain and that you’re sick of it. The fact of the matter is this, I couldn’t care less how you feel about it, all I know is that it has got me to this moment today, for the first time in my career. And if it is even possible, my game has improved. I keep winning matches, I feel fitter than I have ever been, and I don’t feel any weight on my shoulders carrying the expectation of the people out there chanting for me and cheering. I have however, done a couple of things that I will show bits of remorse for, and they walking out on you on Monday night in our tag team match, and joining a beat down with two other blokes. My remorse is simply for the fact that you were able to walk out of the building in both of those instances. You see, I placed too much trust in incompetent competitors who couldn’t get the job done when I needed. Christian and Big Show one week, and Triple H and Kane the next both should have left you in the ring lying in a pool of your own blood, and I shouldn’t have even had to lift a finger. It did suddenly hit me at one stage that maybe the beat down option was proving that you are too good, and you can handle multiple people attacking you. A scary thought to be honest. That was until I realised, all I was doing was putting you into a situation where you had nothing to lose, and that is where each man performs is best because they have no inhibitions. That is the position I will be in come Retribution. I will have nothing to lose, and will not have the weight of the crowd, the weight of the world, the weight of the company, or the weight of the title belt on my shoulders. Absolutely nothing to lose, and I cannot wait until then.

Crowd continues to roar its disapproval but Finlay takes no notices and continues to glare at the Rock.

I don’t consider this a chance, I consider this to be my moment. No more words, no more catch phrases, just you carrying all those heave expectations against me with no worries in the world for that piece of gold which is sitting on your shoulder. I’ll see you on Sunday.

Finlay drops his mic and walks towards the ropes before …. ​

 

[Sam]

The crowd inside the arena quietens after Paul Heyman's words and then a new theme plays over the PA system and the arena darkens to a deep red hue.

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'Mi Destrojero' plays and before long from a cloud of red smoke emerges Kevin Thorn with Ariel flanking him hanging on to his arm. Both of them stand at the top of the ramp simply looking down at the ring before walking down the ramp through the smoke and past the fans who give a reaction of both fear and disdain.

Kevin and Ariel continue down the ramp snarling and grimacing at the crowd and people in the ring, the fangs on show. They walk round the ring and they lean over the announce table and look at the commentary team with a sick smile, Ariel crawls over the table and places her finger on the commentators head before sliding back off into the arms of Thorn who puts her up on the apron, Ariel then flips into her usual bat pose, she then drops down and sits on the ropes allowing Thorn to enter the ring. Ariel walks over and grabs a microphone, she hands it to Thorn who has his hand outstretched for it.

Kevin Thorn: Deluded... all of you, deluded. So warped is your minds that you all truly believe that you will win this match... let alone survive it. You see, it is written in the stars, in the cards, that I will make an ascent... and ascent to a golden status...now, obviously that means that sooner, rather than later, I, Kevin Thorn will be adorned in the colours of red and gold... gold of the Intercontinental Championsip and the red of those fallen by the wayside... which, judging by the amount of poor souls in this match, means that I'll be bathing in blood by the night's end. Hold that image in your thoughts... in your nightmares, and try and pretend it is nothing more... but I'm afraid that it is the cold reality of Sunday night, at Retribution. And the cold reality is that no other man in this contest will leave the ring this Sunday night, and it will all be because of the 'Master of Macabre' Kevin Thorn.

The crowd boo.

You all seem upset?... why is that so?... is the thought of Kevin Thorn as the Intercontinental Champion disgusting to you?, is it... frightening?, is it?... well that's just a shame because it's going to happen and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it from happening... especially no one in this ring right now. Brock Lesnar... your 'agent' has told the whole world that you are the most destructive, dominant force CWF has ever seen... however, I beg to differ. As a matter of fact, I'd like to elect my self to fill that position... I have yet to fully solidify my position here in CWF... instead I've been laying in wait, in the dark, planning... and I finally now have the chance to strike... and strike I will, and I'll strike with ferocity and violent intent for I will not be denied my chance to be champion... especially not by someone like you Brock. You are what I like to call... a muscle-bound fool. You act with little or no thought, and you are led solely by your 'agent'... well here's the reality Brock, your 'agent' is leading you to your demise at the hands of the one true overlord of CWF... like leading a prize bull to the slaughter and I will show no mercy when I do slaughter you Brock. And then?, then maybe I'll turn my attention to Paul... although I could probably just let Ariel deal with you... don't get excited Paul, it's not quite what you think.

The crowd laugh a little and get on Thorn's side for a change, but he silences them and they return to booing him.

As for the others in the ring?... Sheamus is the one I notice most... mostly because he's paler than me. Now, hilarity and mocking aside, Sheamus you are a fierce warrior no doubt, but like Brock you lack the planning and intelligence that I have, you are like a headless chicken, you flail about, you thrash about but at the end of the day you die because you don't have a head. I on the other hand, I am a different creature all together Sheamus, if you didn't already notice, I... am a vampire. Now laugh if you must, but let it be known that it is no joke, and you should not take me lightly as many have seen in the past. For all your bravado and predictions of success, you haven't done anything to impress me thus far... and Sheamus, your chances don't look plentiful at Retribution... much like everyone else... you will succumb to your dark leader, Kevin Thorn and your blood will be on my hands... and oh, how good that would feel...

Kevin laughs to himself as Ariel takes to the mic.

Ariel: As for you, Jack. You have felt some, just some of the force of 'The Master of Macabre'... you have merely felt the beginning. With you?, we were merely playing, we were toying with you Swagger because we know that using the full force of the night against you, would simply be a waste. But this Sunday night at Retribution when that sun goes down and the moon rises, Kevin Thorn will stand alone in the ring, with you wiped out from memory and from current existence with the rest of the opponents in this match... nothing more than afterthoughts as Kevin Thorn takes his rightful place as the new Intercontinental Champion.

Ariel walks around the ring like the sultry vixen she is.

Isn't it strange that Jericho has taken a leave right before we emerged from the dark?... or maybe he knew we were coming and he knew better than to get in our ways. Jericho, your fate is like everyone else's is in the hands of Kevin Thorn, and you like everyone else will bleed, bleed and bleed some more until your dry, limp, dead... in career terms. Jericho you like to be the entertainment, you like to be the 'rockstar' and the funnyman?... I admire that, I really do, but not in this industry, this business isn't about laughing, and joking, it's about asserting dominance and making others suffer... and no one does it better than my Kevin Thorn.

The crowd boo heavily we get a 'Y2J' chant.

SHUT UP!

The crowd boo even heavier, Kevin Thorn takes the microphone.

Kevin Thorn: Shut up or I'll come into the crowd and slay you all one... by... one. Rather like what I'll do at Retribution, one by one, they'll all fall by the hand of Kevin Thorn... and then at the end of the night, I will be the new CWF Intercontinental Champion... for in darkness and in light, I am Kevin Thorn, and you will bow down to your new dark leader or face a life in eternal, damnation.

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[Slim]

Heyman: Are you done? Really are you done? Because we have stood here and listened to some of the most absolute monstrosity of crap to escape the minds and mouths of people in existence. We listened to Chris Jericho talk about nothing but the past. Oh yes there was a federation that I once ran and if you want to dismantle it and describe it as just a place with overweight men that beat each other over the head with weapons… remind me Christopher… wasn’t it YOU that got your first big break in America in this bottom feeding federation that you choose to downgrade? Don’t forget your roots. If it wasn’t for me… nobody would have given a shit about Chris Jericho in the USA and you wanna know why? Cause the other two big dogs in WCW and the at the time WWF didn’t give a shit about anybody outside of the US unless it was already well known people like Jushin. You were a nobody to them Chris. You were nobody and then I brought you in. I brought in guys like you, Benoit, Eddie, Rey, and the list goes on. And what happened? WCW noticed you. They noticed that there is a guy that can really wrestle. A guy that can really go inside the ring so they took you from me. And from there you started working on becoming something. BUT don’t forget Chris… it was that bingo hall known as ECW that jumpstarted your career. It was this man right here with the mic that got you truly started in America. It was THIS MAN right here leading this beast of a man to greater heights. It was this man right here that brought you the attention that landed you there, then to WWF, then wherever the hell you wound up going before you wound up here.

So go ahead and tarnish it and bash it because all that is doing is showing how ignorant you really are. It shows how idiotic you really are because all you are doing is shitting on your own past as well as the past of very talented wrestlers that came out of there. ECW was a lifestyle about more than blood and gore. It was about pure wrestling. Something those other two big headed feds didn’t give a shit about until I introduced it. That’s when they started changing cause they realized… wrestling matters. So by downgrading it to that… that is putting you in the exact same category. You low life piece of shit. You don’t deserve the Intercontinental Championship. You don’t even deserve the world championship. You have no respect, you have no class, you have nothing but your dick to hold onto cause your words hold no weight. You discredit each and everything you utter out of that despicable mouth of yours. And not only that you question Brock? You question his ability to speak? OPEN your eyes there boy. You don’t have to speak to make it. You have to have the skills, you have to have the talent to make it in this business. Brock has the skills, he has the talent. He doesn’t have to utter a single word. Those are the ones you have to watch the most because you never know what it is that they are thinking. You see you can’t get into his head because you don’t know what it is he is thinking. You don’t know what it is he is contemplating. You don’t know what it is he is going to do next until he does it.

The beauty of this plan has been executed for all of two weeks and all you dipshits can do is question why he doesn’t speak. Why won’t he speak. Is he mute. The level if idiocy shown not only from you but from that fake vampire with the fake pointy teeth there Thorn… it is shameful. And it is even more shameful that people like you are even included in this match. Because you two have shown the intellect of a child in this. Brock doesn’t have to speak to get his point across. You see him compete in this ring and you will know exactly what he is thinking. You will see exactly what he is thinking. For understand… sometimes it is better to remain silent for those can seem wiser than the ones that open their mouths. Jericho? You were seen as wise before you spoke. And since I just completely obliterated all that you were standing on you look like a complete fool. Thorn? You are too easily distracted by the people. You are too easily distracted by even the slightest thing to pose a threat. When you are focused you can do something but all you have with you is a set of tits and that is why you will fail. Ariel is going to do nothing for you but blow you after your loss to ease your ego.

The crowd goes “oooohhhhhhhhhhh†after that comment.

Heyman: She is as useless as you are. I on the other hand can at least pose as a sound mind for my monster here. And if he wanted to say anything to you he very well could but he has elected under his own will not to speak to any of you yet. Instead he wants to simply destroy each and every single person that is going to be in this match. He doesn’t have the respect for any of you and feels that none of you are worthy of hearing anything he has to say which is why I speak for him. Now does that ring clear enough for each of you to understand? He says you all are completely pathetic and aren’t anything to him. And if you all want to try to jump him at once… try it and see what happens. He is not going down. He will not be defeated. He WILL win that title and he WILL move on to bigger and better things because the world title is going to be next in line and the champion, whoever it might be after Retribution, is already being put on notice. Because he knows already that Brock will be coming for him and it will only be a matter of time before Brock takes him out and the title will ALSO be around his waist and what you will have is a one man dynasty holding the CWF by the throat.

But all of that starts here. All of that starts with the likes of people like Thorn, Jericho, Punk, Miz, Swagger, Sheamus, and the other nobodies that are going to be involved in this match. You are the chosen ones that are here to try to stop this overtaking that is going to come upon CWF. You all are the ones that have the chance to hold down Brock and keep him from taking over. If you a slip up… watch the time because as the seconds tick by… it only shows how little time will be left before the inevitable will happen. Complete domination of CWF. All of you wanna talk up a game but none of you have what it takes to do it. None of you possess the intellect to do it. None of you possess the will to do it. All of you are nothing but talk. Brock is a man of action and action alone. He is not phased and will not be distracted by anything. He has a goal and he will complete his goal. We will complete our goal. Retribution is only the beginning… of the end for CWF.

Heyman lowers his mic.​

 

[Big Red Jericho Punk]

Awesome card, I am back from LOA and caught up with the storylines. Andrew when you can, put the banner up for Cena vs Edge.

 

[Andrew]

Banner will go up Tuesday when I am home mate.

 

[Andrew]

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'In Whispers - Here I Stand' plays throughout the arena... Colt and Bryan slowly come out from behind the curtain, they are not given much of a reaction. Bryan has the microphone in his hand as he walks down the ramp as he begins to speak.

Daniel Bryan;

Sorry whatever language you just said spoke in Daivari is something the majority of Americans don't understand. Nobody cares about your feelings buddy, so... move over and listen to me while I speak. My name is Daniel Bryan and for many years I wrestled in independent promotions and I finally arrived into the big league, this right here CWF. Colt here has done the same thing, we've been everywhere... But one thing concerns me, you came out and spoke about Khali, a man of his own size. You continue to flounder yourselves over being Arab-Americans, I got nothing wrong with them. We all had a problem ten years ago, how about you quit living in the past and tell us something new? I've yet to make a racist remark, after all I'm not racist. I respect people but if you're not going to respect the fact that I want to become Tag Champion then we've got a bit of a problem here...

Bryan smiles as Colt is handed the microphone.

Colt Cabana: Look I'm going to cut it short pal, you claim to be better? Hey, that's an under-statement because you've yet to face any tag teams and neither have we. But this is a rumble, just because Khali's big in size doesn't mean we cannot eliminate him. You'd be surprised to what can happen in this very ring... I wouldn't worry too much. Now, I am expecting a few tag teams out here, so let them come out, say their piece... I'll see you Sunday.

Colt and Bryan leave the ring as...



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[Lewb]

The whole of the arena is on tentahooks awaiting possibly the biggest event in CWF's history. All of the greatest superstars will be there and the tron lights up with the whole of the 'Retribution' card. It starts with the main even and works its way down to the Edge Vs Cena match... but then, the tron flickers to the image of John Cena injured on the floor, and back to the card for the match. This keeps happening for about ten seconds, before one of the most famous theme music in wrestling rips through the PA.

I WALK ALONE!

Batista walks out onto the ramp, and slowly takes a breath before spinning with his arms held out, and punches the air before walking forward, and with a smirk, stopping, slaps he ground and performs his turret taunt as fireworks go off behind him. One more punch in the air and The Animal makes his way towards the ring.

Batista walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring, with fans booing him loudly for his actions on War this past Monday. He stands in the middle of the ring after retrieving a microphone and holds his hand up in the air. From there a spotlight is shone down on Batista as all other lights are switched off, and Batista clears his throat to speak.

The Animal, Batista: Am I going to need to wait any longer? When this light comes on, you all stop doing what your doing, stop talking what your talking about, and pay attention, as chances are this is the most important message you are going to hear all goddamn day. What happened to John Cena, was in hindside. It wasn't exactly.... the plan... just part of it. And as part of the plan I get my debut match this Sunday at Retribution. Granted, not the opponent I wanted sure, but, I sure as hell had fun making Edge's life a living hell in the past like say, our WWE days, so whats another night going to hurt. Edge, your not part of my plan, and me... destroying John Cena... is the worst thing that could have possibly happened for you. You may have beat Cena, Cena may have beaten you but theres one thing you need to have in your head as we lock up at Retribution. My name is not John Cena. I don't come out here spewing raps down everyone's throats expecting people to think that I'm clever. Nor do I come out here with an attitude of it being about all of you. The CWF is here for me. It's time for CWF to be brought to heights that it has never seen, not anything on Christians shoulders, not anything on John Cena's shoulders, not anything on The Rocks shoulders. I'm talking a higher league.... more noticeable TV deals, higher Pay Per View buyrates, just simply.... more money.

The crowd boo, and Batista smirks, turning into a laugh as he continues.

The Animal, Batista: Oh you can show your disappointment all you like, it doesn't bother me. After all, you all paid for the privilege of booing, cheering, chanting for who you damn want. The fact still remains, as you stand there showing your disdain to me, your still lining my pockets week in week out here so come on, boo as loud as you can for me!

The boo Batista gets is huge, and the grin only gets bigger on Batista's face.

The Animal, Batista: See what I mean, you puppets don't understand when your being insulted at the most obvious of times. You walk into the arena and you don't see Batista t-shirts oh no. You get you Rock t-shirts, you get your Edge t-shirts, because they come out here night in night out not for themselves, not for the money, and the fame, and the glamour, and the fortune, they do it all for you! Like Mr. Thomson in the front row there. Never even knew who Edge was, he's only here because his son has dragged him here, a waste of forty dollars he might say, but that's not the case Mr. Thomson no no no... because Edge will coming out here just for you! He will come out here, Retribution, and take one of the biggest beat-downs any of you people are likely to see in your whole entire lives, and he is doing that just for you! Edge.... if you have any brain cells in that head of yours that haven't already been damaged by peroxide and bodyslams you'd take a good hard look at what happened to John Cena, and you would think twice before coming out here and meeting me, you don't want this animal breaking it's cage.

Batista looks ready to leave, but gets interrupted by.....

​

 

[Lewb]

The four superstar already in the ring get stopped in their tracks when one of the most famous guitar riffs in the whole of wrestling fills the arena to announce their arrival.

Road Dogg: Oh! You didn't know?! Your ass better CALL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYY!

The crowd copy him as he walks out, with Billy Gunn onto the stage, James with a microphone in hand. He continues to welcome the crowd as he approaches the ring.

Road Dogg: Columbus, Ohio!!! You are here with the New Age Outlaws! You are now rockin with the best!

The Outlaws make their way into the ring and keep saluting the fans until their music gets cut. Road Dogg lifts the mic to his lips, and the whole crowd say in unison with him....

Road Dogg: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, D-Generation-X proudly presents to you the soon to be next CWF Tag Team Champions of the Wooooooorld. The Road Dogg Jesse James, the Bad Ass Billy Gunn, the New Age Outlaws!

Road Dogg then passes the mic to Billy Gunn.

Billy Gunn: And if your not down with that then we got two words for you... SUCK IIIIIT!

Now first of all Great Khali and Mohammad Hassan, your staking your claim early in this one, and myself and Jesse, we respect that, but Mohammad my man, what kind of freaky salts did you throw on the table when looking into this future?! It must have been kinda hazy y'know, coz you got it all wrong man! Those tag titles were stolen from myself and the Dogg, right from under our very own eyes you see... and well... Mark Henry and MVP, they got retribution comin' round the corner alright, in the face of the New Age Outlaws. But Davari, don't think we have forgotten about you either, no no NOOO you ignorant fool. You see, Jesse here, he done the Arabic wrestling circuit, and he picked up a lot of Arabic along the way.... and whats more... he said he is going to translate what you said earlier for all of these people here tonight! Go on Dogg!

Road Dogg clears his throat and begins to speak in an Arabic accent.

Road Dogg: My name... is Davari.... I am an small Arab... in a big American World. I have two friends, but they pick on me. They steal my ice cream everytime I buy one, even though I get one for them also. If they don't win the Tag Titles, they are going to throw me in a trash can and rall me down the tallest hill they can find. Which is probably my fate because these two tall knuckleheads have got no chance against the NEW.... AGE... OUTLAWS!

I know, I know, my Arabics a little rusty, I'm sorry. But that is the truth of the matter. Bryan, Cabana.... same goes for you two, I don't care if your representing Pride and Honor, Medal of Honor, Gay Pride, Two Bucks a Ride, or whatever nonsense you got going on. The only thing that is set in stone as that myself and the Ass-man are going to be hitting the clubs of Ohio with brand new gold belts holding our chinos out, now who in the dogg-house agrees to that!

Lots of the crowd make dog noises for Road Doggs catchphrase, but the sound of them is drowned out by......​

 

[Lub]

Sheamus puts the mic back near his mouth and with a little annoyed expression in his face starts to talk again ...

It's my turn now, because it seems, that those sca'd boys in the back won't come he' down to this very ring. I'm gonna take it as ya idiots were coming ...

Sheamus turns his attention to Jack Swagger and points at him with his hand ...

Ya fella?? Ye a' here to fight fo' Intercontinental Championship? This is the biggest joke that this company have eve' made. And also made me laugh that yer a future. Ya may not unde'stand what I'm saying Swagger, but ye should think befo' ya say sometin'. But it also doesn't matte' what were sayin' here, because when it comes to fight, everybody knows, that I am the best in this business. Ya know Jack, yer greatest attribute is yer big mouth and that's pe'haps the only attribute ye have. And maybe I'm not a bigge' threat than othe's in this match, but yer no threat at all. Yer here, just in number. And I'll do anytin' to win. I will punch, I will kick and I will even bite if it's necessary. But I think that one Brogue Kick is goin' to be enough to take ya out. I won't let nobody to win that titel. Ye bette' get down on yer knees now and I'll maybe spa'e ye. And when the bell rings ya bette' get outta my way fella, because everytin' that will stand in it, I'll take it out, includin' ya. I am he'e to win this and I'm sure I can do it and when I'm lookin' at ya Swagger it won't be so difficult as I thought ...

Sheamus then turns his attention to the duo of Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman ...

Famous Paul Heyman himself. I bette' wo'k on my accent, but ya bette' work on yer whole speech, because it was very boring. I almost fell down how sleepy I was durin' it. But it's bette' when it's borin' and ya unde'stand it. Ye all say that ye don't unde'stand me, but it's because this mountain of muscles with no brain don't hold this mic. Can ya imagine that? "I'm Brock Lesnar .... HUMBALAGODOGOARRALAGRAAAHH ....". Great client by the way Miste' Heyman. Ye think I'm not ready to hold the Inte'continental titel, but I can tell ye for what I'm ready. I'm ready to take out this bunch of crap standin' next to ye Paul. I'm gonna break yer client's bones amd then throw him out of this ring. And be sure to watch it Heyman, because if ya will run yer mouth like this again, the same thing is waitin' fer ye fella. I'm the most dominant fo'ce in CWF and not even Brock Lesna' can change that. I'll be the new World Heavyweight Champion soon, meanwhile ye'll be right where ya are ... and that means at the very bottom. And yer client winning this titel? This will never happen ya can trust me, because Paul ya bette' find somebody bette' than Brock. But I don't know, who would like to have ya as a manage' ...

Sheamus looks at his next opponent who he knows very well ...

Ahh, then we have Chris Jericho here. The Y2J! And also wanna-be wrestle'. Well let me tell ya sometin' Chris, even though we kicked Haas' and Benjamin's asses on WAR it doesn't mean, that we're friends. I'm takin' ya as a serious rival fella. Because ye may have some potential unlike these lose's standing with us in the ring. And yeah, this is just a steppin' stone fer me, because I'll be Heavyweight Champion one day while ya'll be kickin' asses in the lower league. This is the difference between us Chris. It's true, that ye have done sometin' so far, but it seems like ya won't be mo' succesful. I am 2 times WWE Champion and I want mo'. I'm hungry fer more gold, fer more titels. Well Chris, I can tell ya only this ... we'll see who's gonna humiliate whom. I'm gonna rip ye apart and throw yer pieces to hungry dogs. Noone have ever humiliated The Celtic Warrior and not even ye Chris. One backbreake' and you'll end up on wheel-chair. Chris I would like to cause ya so much pain that ya can't even imagine. Ya know Irishmens are best warriors and I can guarantee ya, that I'm the best one of 'em. Ye see, don't take this personal, but when I'll see ya in the ring, yer gonna be in big problems fella ...

Sheamus then sees a creature in the ring, similar to a vampire ...

And who are ya fella? A vampire? Well looks like ye have a costume from the last Halloween. And yer talkin' like ya were lying in some tomb mo' than 10 years. How can somebody lookin' like a vampire be a serious opponent? And how can ya tell Brock to think, I mean look at him. Does he look like he can t'ink? I don't notin' 'bout ye Kevin Thorn, but I know one thing. I'm gonna beat ye and these American and Canadian hypocrites too. I'll be the one, who'll be the only one standin' in the ring, but also I'll hold that titel in my hands. Ya bette' take yer wierd gi'lfriend and get out of my ring. This is my ring, the place, where I cause pain to everybody who's in with me. And when the ring bells and ye'll be standin' here, yer get yer ass kicked. I am the Irish Curse, Laoch or fer ya, who don't know Irish language, The Hero. I don't ca' 'bout these people and I absolutely don't ca' 'bout ye standin' in this very ring. Simply, everyone who'll step in this ring with me, doesn't matte' if it's Vampire, Goblin, Troll or whatever ... will get their ass kicked by me. I would conside' meself as the most dominant fo'ce in CWF and ya Brock Lesnar can say whateve' ya want. I'm simply bette' than ya and I'm gonna prove it tonight, when I'll walk out of here as new ... Intercontinental Champion ...

Sheamus drops his microphone and leaves the ring full of superstars ...
​

 

[Big Red Jericho Punk]

[video=youtube;tIrlM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIrlM...eature=related[/video]

The crowd goes absolutely crazy when the smoke rises up and they only know it could be one man. The Rated R Superstar comes out to Hero by Skillet as he walks through the smoke with a determined look on his face.​

Edge looks around and walks in nodding his head. He has his signature coat on and looks down to the floor. He looks up and poses for the crowd with fireworks going off everywhere.

Edge runs after that into the ring with a huge smirk on his face now. He gets up and hops on the top rope and looks into the crowd. The crowd is cheering loudly as Edge takes his coat off and gets the microphone.

"The Rated R Superstar" Edge
Wow I can't believe my eyes and I don't think these people can either but it's Dave "freakin" Batista. How ya doing big fella? Is everything alright, you tear another hamstring or a quad. It's funny we gone from a thug who can still actually fight to an old man that still thinks he's 23. But you see Dave, you took my chance at getting back at John Cena like I wanted to and that annoys me. You finished the job I was going to do and your going to pay for that. But I am not going to dwell on it despite all the promises I gave to the fans. Instead I will give them a promise to crush this over sized ego you have. Your right though on one thing, this wasn't the opponent you wanted. I am on a roll lately and on a major spree of spearing the daylights out of people. The thing is your talking complete nonsense right now. You think your entertaining, you think you can bring in more money. There is only one we can find that out. Ladies and Gentlemen, do you want Dave Batista being the main guy in this company and the poster boy?

The crowd boos very loudly as Edge laughs with Batista telling them to shut up.

Edge: Don't make me laugh, you are the complete opposite of taking shows to new heights. You are an old man that couldn't entertain if you tried. Hell you can't even wrestle without pulling a bone in your body. It's funny you bring up peroxide, it's only funny you say that since your the guy with those things flapping off your chest like your Pamela Anderson. You see I am all pure, you on the other hand can't do a damn thing to entertain or do something without a "boost". Then ya say, you don't have an attitude that's all about you. Hello idiot, let's brainstorm here you asked for a damn spotlight. On the other hand, I am not all about me. If I was, I be sitting on my couch eating ice cream. I came back for my fans that kept me emailing me that they miss me. So get your facts straight buddy, I know all those chemicals can get to you and having sex with girls that have been around the block too many times. You see Lita had one guy before I took her heart, as for Melina well she hit double digits in guys slept with when she was still a teenager I say.

The crowd is laughing as Batista tells him to shut up. Edge smirks and continues to ramble on.

Edge: So get this through your head Dave, no one is here to see you. They paid to see guys who know how to perform at a level that only the likes of Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart can perform. Those guys are like me that can tear the roof down with actual wrestling then with entertainment. Nobody came here to see an over grown baby try to make himself relevant again. You got the better of me at times in the WWE, but just remember who got the last laugh when I beat you for the last time and you went to the other show. You didn't intimidate me four years ago, what makes you will now? Face it, your finished and I am going to prove that Sunday. Your coming in my playground, what happens if you fall off a ladder Dave? If I were you, I would get an ambulance ready because your going to be stretchered off. So try me Dave because you have no idea what your getting into. This isn't just any standard match, this is something that you never been a part of and something you wish you never were a part of after I am done with you.

The crowd cheers on Edge, as he gives Batista a determined look waiting for Batista to continue.

 

[SoccerBoy]

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"I Came to Play"by Downstait begins to play over the PA System. The Miz comes out with the Intercontinental Championship on this shoulder with a microphone and surprisingly without the sexy Maryse. He pauses for a moment before picking up his mic and begins to talk.

The Miz: Really?

The crowd chants loudly "What"

The Miz: Really?

The crowd chants loudly "What"

The Miz: Really?

The crowd chants loudly "What" but the Miz ignores the CWF universe

The Miz: All you nobodies think you can come out here and talk about how you guys are going to win my championship at Retribution. Well all of you guys couldn’t be wrong, because the only person that is going to walk out of that PPV with the title will be me. None of you have the mouth that I possess and many of you think that is all I can: talk but just ask Jericho on how well I do in the ring. I beat him not once but twice for this championship and it’s not about time that let it go just yet. The only time this championship will ever leave my possession, is when I decide that it’s time for it to leave me which as of right now may be never.

He pauses for a moment before addressing Sheamus who was walking up the ring but paused as The Miz came out.

The Miz: Well look at who we have here, it’s the jar of mayo fella. Where do you think you’re going? Are you done talking and are going to go hide backstage while us big dogs talk. Sheamus I may not have beaten you before but I accomplished something you couldn’t do in CWF. That was take this championship from Jericho. You had one match with him and you lost. I had two matches and I won and look at what is on my shoulder right now. That just proves that I am more awesome and better than you fella. I may have the biggest mouth in all of the wrestling industry but I can back it up in the ring. I have won championships wherever I have gone and isn’t that what you said this business is all about winning championships. I’m pretty sure I have held more championships than you but hey who’s counting right. So you know what keep walking up this ramp and go hide backstage because we all know that you are a coward and this Irish stuff is just an act. While you’re at it get a tan, I’m sure Ryder agrees with me.

The crowd pops for the mention of Ryder.The Miz pays no attention to the pop as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring as he goes over to Swagger and begins to address him.

The Miz: Well let’s see which one of these nobodies I am going to talk about now. I shouldn’t be wasting my breath on any of you. Oh hey look who we have hear Jack Swagger. The big moron with the speech impediment, you come out here talking about how you could not understand one word that Irish fella said but you are the same way. Between the two of you I could not understand anything. Although I couldn’t help to hear that you said you are going to be our bright future. This coming from a guy who used to run around this ring with a guy in a eagle costume. I don’t know if I should take you seriously or laugh at the pathetic joke that you are. If and I do mean if somehow you manage to win this championship at the PPV, you will be nothing but a transitional champion because you will hold it until I decide to get it back from you and it will be soon. So “if” you do win enjoy it while you can because expect me to come after you soon.

The Miz pauses and turns his attention to Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman

The Miz: Let’s see who else is in this ring. We have Paul Heyman with his so called “client” Brock Lesnar. Brock I have no idea what happened to you when you first debuted in this business you were proclaimed “The Next Big Thing.” But to me you are nothing but “The Next Big Failure.” You failed in the WWE and you left and you went into the world of MMA and sure you held a championship there but you failed once again and decided to make a return to the wrestling industry. I know that you are just standing there while your bitch talks for you as you stand there. You may think I’m afraid of you but I’m not, if I wasn’t afraid of Kane what makes you think that I’m going to be afraid of some big steroid freak like you.

The Miz pauses for another moment to gather his thoughts but then he gets a big grin on his face as he pics up his mic and begins to speak again

The Miz: Now to address the person who is not even out here yet but I’m going to have a great time defeating in this match. I’m talking about none other than my former tag team partner John Morrison who is only in this match because Ryder got taken out. John you always claimed that you were better than me, that you carried our tag team. While not anymore John, I have accomplished more things than you ever will. Unlike you I have been a World Champion something that will never come your way because of your numerous injuries you suffer. That is one thing that separates us; you are injury prone and I don’t know why CWF even signed you. You spend more time injured than you do lacing your boots. Aside from winning championships I was always better at you than getting girls, I main you may have Melina now but she once left you for Batista. Ironically he just signed with CWF so you are all alone glitter boy. Maryse is a lot hotter than your slut of a girlfriend Melina, oh and in case you wanted to throw Maryse’s relationship with Dibiase in my face. Let me just say that she left him for me because I’m a natural born winner and I win championships. So when I walk out of Retribution with my title still on my shoulder I am going to prove to everyone that The Miz is better than John Morrsion.

The Miz pauses as the fans cheer for Morrision and start a small "Morrision" chant but Miz just ignores it.

The Miz: To the rest of the competitors that I did not talk about, don’t consider yourselves safe. I’m not afraid of any of you including the vampires over here. I just didn’t think you guys were worth wasting my breath on. This goes to everyone in this match, ll of you don’t deserve to be in the same ring as the Awesome One. Consider yourselves lucky that you get to share a ring with me. I will walk in as champion and walk out as Champion BECAUSE I’M THE…….

The Miz is interrupted by........​